Update

I slept in today instead of going to class. I don't feel that terribly - our prof was just going to go over a few of our old notes for our exam next week and I've attended every other class/read every reading that we had to do. I'm feeling quite prepared for it actually.

I work another closing shift tonight. I gave my two weeks notice at my job but the manager and I sat down and talked about what's going on in my life. I told her that I was working too much and I couldn't get a handle on school/my stress levels were going up. She told me I could cut back as many hours as I want. I told her that I only want to work around 10 hours a week, and I don't want to work anything more than a 5 hour shift. I also couldn't work past 9 PM when I have school the next day. She said that was perfect. It doesn't start until the 28th though, since that was when my two weeks notice ended.

I hate having showers. Maybe because I was in the water all summer teaching swimming lessons, but water feels gross to me. I hate feeling pruney. I hate washing my hair. I love the feeling of it being washed, I like the feeling of being clean, but the actual actions of cleaning myself - not so much. I do however need to shower today before work, since there is no way I'll want to shower when I get home.

I have a french midterm tomorrow. I'm freaking nervous. Blah.

Thanksgiving Weekend

Not only do I like my font to be Tahoma, I also like it to be bolded. It gets annoying on teen chat sites but this is MY blog and I'll do what I want with it. So I choose for it to be bolded.

So Thanksgiving is this weekend for Canada. It's been such a weird year so far. Last year I lived at residence at school so I took EVERY chance I could get at going home. This year I got the job at starbucks and I forgot to take thanksgiving off. Luckily I convinced someone to take my Saturday shift if I took their Friday shift, but no one would take my monday shift. Sigh. At least it's a stat holiday so I get paid time and a half... 13.50 for making dumb drinks, not bad.

Anyways, so I have saturday and sunday off. Originially we were going to drive down Friday night back home and stay my house. Fraser's parents don't let us spend the night in the same room at their house so we've just always spent the night at my house where we are allowed to, they live about 20 min. apart driving. So we were going to spend the night at my mom's house Friday night, then spend Saturday all day at Fraser's parents house, go back home and spend Saturday night at my house, spend all day Sunday at my house, spend the night and then go home really early on Monday so I could be back to start work at 1. (It's about 6 hours driving from my hometown to Vancouver.) Well, last weekend Fraser's brother said "so the plans have changed. It's our uncles 25th wedding anniversary saturday night and we all have to be there." His uncle lives in Vancouver, by the way. Fraser goes "well I haven't seen my cousins in a long time, it would be nice to stay..." and I'm kind of miffed about a) the plan change and b) that Fraser's mom didn't call to tell him about the change but I go "I guess we could do that, and then drive early sunday to see my mom and drive home early monday to get to work.

So I call my mom to tell her the updated plan and she says "Gabby, I know you want to come home, and I want you to come home too, but I don't think that you should be driving that much for only a one day visit. If you came up another weekend you would get two days. I know that it is thanksgiving but it's only a day, I want to see you for more, especially when you're driving so far." I started to bawl, and then she started to bawl. Normally that would be fine except we were at IHOP for breakfast and we were waiting for a table when I called her. Bad timing.

So now we're spending the entire weekend with Fraser's family - who don't really like me in the first place. Fraser's mom FINALLY called on WEDNESDAY night to tell him about the plan change. He said that we were planning on staying for it because his brother and told him but he wished that she would have given him more notice and that it made me really upset because now I don't see my mom anymore." She was like "oh I hope she's not mad at us" and he went "umm..." and didn't say anything. I'm not reallly mad at them, but I am pretty upset. My mom is one of my two best friends (the other being Fraser) and I haven't seen her since the end of August. Now I don't get to see her for ANOTHER month.

I hate it when people change their plans. They don't seem to realize how it affects EVERYONE around them. I don't get to see my mom anymore, and I have to spend the entire weekend with them. Including going to Fraser's grandma's house, who hates me because I live with her grandson and we're not married. She's a hardcore christian, and not catholic. I'm catholic and she has tried to get me to debate with her about religion but I'm not having any of it.

Sigh. This is so lame. I'm really, really upset.

First Day

They don't have my favorite font on here but they do have my second favorite, I guess that will have to do. Unless I decide to make a ruckus or cancel all of this painstaking set up to start my own blog only to delete it seconds later for lack of my favorite font.

Do fonts really say that much about a person? My deep personal answer: only about what you like letters to look like.

So hey there, I'm Gabby. I'm 18 years old (turning 19 in a freaking month baby, SO stoked!) I live in Vancouver because I go to school up here, and I work at one of the three starbucks that are walking distance from my apartment. I live with my boyfriend, and we share a place with my brother and his fiance.

I only know one person who will actually read this, so maybe this is like a personal letter to her. Or else maybe you guys will think I'm interesting. (LOLZ.) and then I could become some kind of "blog celebrity" like all those youtube and myspace celebs.

It's 11 AM and I have to work at 1. I stayed home from school today because I had to work late last night and I was too tired this morning to get out of bed, plus I had to bus which is lame. Normally my boyfriend drives me.

So boring first post FTW. I think this is going to be mostly a place where I tell my boring stories (that I think are exciting) and no one else wants to hear. Go me!