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Mar. 8th, 2004
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deleterius
One step closer...
Mar. 8th, 2004 06:15 pmI'm finding my shoes to head out tonight, but not to my usual knitting group. No, my friends, tonight I am taking one step closer to making the seven-hour car ride from which I need never return.
... okay, yeah, that sounded about three times more pretentious than it had to. Starting French class tonight so that one day I'll have a chance at getting a skilled worker visa in Canada. (From here it's about six hours to the border if the road is clear and I only stop once for gas. Seven is more like the truth.)
Back in college I came to two realisations: one, that I was not and could never be normal, and two, that I did not live (and probably never HAD lived) in the same America as everybody else. While the first realisation is pretty self explanatory to anyone who's read my journal any length of time, I have finally come to understand the second. Obviously, I do not live in the same America as everybody else because my America is more than half assimilated by Canada.
Trust me, it makes a lot more sense from inside my head. Anyway, gotta go, time for French class.
... okay, yeah, that sounded about three times more pretentious than it had to. Starting French class tonight so that one day I'll have a chance at getting a skilled worker visa in Canada. (From here it's about six hours to the border if the road is clear and I only stop once for gas. Seven is more like the truth.)
Back in college I came to two realisations: one, that I was not and could never be normal, and two, that I did not live (and probably never HAD lived) in the same America as everybody else. While the first realisation is pretty self explanatory to anyone who's read my journal any length of time, I have finally come to understand the second. Obviously, I do not live in the same America as everybody else because my America is more than half assimilated by Canada.
Trust me, it makes a lot more sense from inside my head. Anyway, gotta go, time for French class.