ONE YEAR!!!!

Day 365

It has been one year. Despite the fact that for some reason my blog from yesterday reads "Day 366." What can I say? Sometimes I am drunken. The point is last year on this very day I was having a breakdown at the car rental place where I said, "I want to go home." Last year at this time I was laying on sheets that weren't mine in an empty room not knowing why I had given up jobs where I made money and moved my life 1800 miles away. Truth is, I am still not really sure of the answer to that but, I am glad I did.

What have I learned this year?

I have learned that not all creative writers are assholes.

I have learned that academia, as much as I dislike it, contains many interesting people who aren't all assholes (well, sort of).

I have learned that we never really know anything about anything, ever. And the moment we think we do it is disproven.

I have learned that Canadians say words in a funny way and are pretty good natured when you point that out to them.

I have learned that I am an arrogant and proud American. Which DOES mean that I am loud and don't want to hear your opinion and yes, I do think Obama is gorgeous.

I have learned that it is a bitch keeping a blog everyday but it is highly addicting to say what you think and to pretend to hope that nobody reads it but secretly wish that people would and they would feel a sense of understanding.

I learned that sometimes it's fun to hit on 21 year olds and I will probably think that for the rest of my life.

I learned how important it is to have a place where you are from and the only way to not resent that place and do it proud is to move on from there and wear your homelands like a precious locket. (I know, no one wears lockets anymore)

-I learned that sometimes you will meet fellow fatties who know as much about the Gilmore Girls as you do.

Tonight I learned something very valuable. I sat there on the bus riding back from a bar, listening to Gaga and staring alternately at a woman with a deformed arm that almost made me cry and a man who I was so attracted to that I was conscience of my posturing, all the while I thinking about the past year of my life and thinking about how much I hate nostalgia. I realized that I am damn lucky. Ever since I was at the age when grownups started to ask children what they wanted to be when they grew up I always responded, "I want to be happy." And for that moment on the bus, right after I'd thought about how far I had come in this one year, I realized for the first time, without thinking about how everything could very soon fall to shit, that I was happy. I guess I grew up.

Now, I must check on the guinea pig upstairs to see if it still alive. And in case you are wondering, yes, I will continue the blog despite me saying that it was a one year deal. Seriously, what the frack else am I gonna do? I can't afford therapy. And yes, tomorrow I will (probably) be back to my snarky self. Alright, here I go, that little fucker had better be alive...

Tip of the Day: Go for it, what the hell else are you gonna do?

-Canadian Castaway