Runaway Future

wow..this next little while is going to be a sprint. I have a lot of stuff at work to get done, a lot of writing to get done, just busy all around. I want to have most of my stuff done before holidays begin.

So anyway, I cleared up a lot of my concerns over writing (more on that in an upcoming post I believe, there’s like seven or eight posts/ideas I want to get up on here during the rush). On my way home from a Mooseheads game last week, a girl stopped me on the street by the Second Cup. She was Australian and needed my phone. Apparently she was supposed to meet her friend, but her friend never showed. She was attractive so I let her use my phone, which in retrospect is stupid, because she could have just walked off with it. Anyway, she was flustered and kept babbling the story while trying to get in touch with her friend. In retrospect I am stupid, as I didn’t really say anything. Here I was, a hero in her eyes and I just waited for her to finish so I could go on my way. Ah well. Que sera, sera.

My folks came up for the weekend. It was good to see them. Dad and I went to get a bookshelf that I bought and Mom stayed in my apartment. When I came back, she was ironing and my bed had been made and dishes had been done. She should stay more often..lol

Snow hit Halifax on Monday and almost shut down the whole city. No one can really explain why it was so crippling, I’m just glad I didn’t lose power. But jack-knifed buses, standstill traffic and multiple accidents are ridiculous. It was nice to have the city cold and white for a few days, but now it is Thursday and all the snow is melting away.

I was mailing a letter on Tuesday and as I put it in the box, all I could remember was in Yarmouth, walking home from elementary school, we always threw snowballs and stuff in the red mailboxes. I fear that there are other children out there who are like me.

Speaking of mail, if you want a Christmas card let me know.

I had a dream a few weeks ago. I had quit my job and moved to Florida (Miami actually, I blame Will Smith). Anyway, I was staying at this hotel and working there too, and the manager was a big prick, so I quit. Coincidentally, my parents were also living in Florida, in this royal blue house beside the water. It was like a mix between residential and commercial buildings, but all the houses we’re really close together. I remember my folks were really mad at me for being so irresponsible. I kept hoping I could go back to Nova Scotia and everything would be alright, I could get my old job back and so on. But slowly, the sense of dread that I really screwed up crept in. And then I woke up. My guess is the meaning is I shouldn’t leave my current job unless I know what I’m getting into.

Anyway, this whole entry is a bit hit and miss, just a bunch of random things floating around that I wanted to post now, before getting into some other stuff.

Always be wary of someone who brings a spoon to a knife fight. That means they’re either crazy or really good at killing people with spoons, both of which you usually want to avoid.