There's obviously something going on here.

You're cold and uninterested, you complain about everything I do, and I consistently walk in on you deleting messages on your phone.

I don't know what's up, but if this isn't going to work, then let me know so I can go do my own thing and not be stuck here with someone who doesn't want me around.

I just noticed every post I've written for like a month now is basically about how boring this place is.

WELL, IT IS!

Anyway, I think I'm going home soon. I've definately learned a few things this trip, ex.

So long as I have a reasonably steady supply of pot, I can make the best out of even the stupidest situations.

Running out of pot in an insanely stupid situation sucks more than you'd think.

Ontario people are pretty much everything I expected.

Girls, even the good ones, aren't worth even the slightest inconvenience.

Baking is hard work, but alot of fun.


Etc. etc.


I also learned I REALLY like being single and having few friends. This "social life" thing is just a pain in the ass, and steady sex (as far as I can tell, the only reason anyone dates) is not really worth steady pains in the ass.

Unless that's the type of sex you're into, I guess.

Things I miss about back home:

Clean houses. Like, houses that are vaccumed once a month, not once when you built it. I know my room probably contradicts this, but anyone who's spent ALOT of time over when I was the only one there might have noticed I like to keep the place pretty clean outside of my room.

Taking shits. There's no doors on the bathroom here, the bathroom adjoins Dawn and Peter's room. Enough said.

Having spaceof any sort. We're living with six other people in a four bedroom house, built before the second world war.

Quiet. The house has six LOUD people in it, and is apparently made from cardboard insulated with amplifiers.

Not being bothered to kill bugs. IF YOU CLEANED YOUR HOUSE, MAYBE EVEN JUST THROWING OUT SOME OF THESE SIX YEAR OLD PIZZA BOXES, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE NEARLY AS MANY SPIDERS AND SHIT.


Etc. etc.

There are some decent things here. Like getting stoned and listening to Public Enemy while walking around in the Hawaii-like nights. But besides that, eh. I'm ready to hit the west coast again.

Welp, I'm bored of being here now.

And I'm out of weird Ontario weed. How unpleasant.

I am tired of here.

It's not overly bad or anything. Baking is fun. Getting baked and my few friends' houses is fun.

Being around Lisa everyday is sometimes fun.

Really, it's a nice little place in general, but I'm already bored and ready to go see someplace new.

Maybe I'm just getting overworked or something. 12 hour days, starting at six P.M. leave you with a pretty sickly social schedual, and right tired too. Besides, while Dylan and the bakery girls are fun to hang out with, they're all definately of the "night shift" mindset and are a little weird to be around accordingly.

I don't know. I'm not in a writing mood, but it's been a while and I feel guilty about not updating, haha.