Since I have nothing else to do except homework or pack... I'll start my usual countdown.

34 days left until I leave this hellhole

I am working election night at a polling station - lol.

Bitch, bitch, whine, whine. That's all I feel like doing right now. The parents are out of town for a couple days so I have the house to myself. It's incredibility lonely, especially considering I don't have to work any of these days. I think my asocial behavior is getting the better of me. Usually it doesn't bother me much that I don't have friends. At least physical friends to do "things" with - you know, the typical crap like movies, arcades, stuff. The things I do online like LJ and Facebook remind me of this. I think part of the issue is that I'm stand offish, if I can even use that as a descriptive. I am confident that I come off as a hard ass so it probably makes it harder to approach me.

Nothing else is new - my back is yelling at me. I'm hoping the doctor has some kind of answer tomorrow at this appointment. Then I am crashing for the rest of the day. Friday means two lectures, photocopies and waiting in line to speak to someone in Hell the Office of the Registrar. Hell, it isn't my fault that their system is not telling me the minimum payment amount on my tuition. Cause, you know these things are relatively important.

/end emo

I feel dirty for being on Facebook. :x 

I fucking hate the nights I can't sleep. You get tired enough to perhaps start to doze off. But then the cranium kicks in. I am a self confessed worrier. I will and can worry about pretty much anything. I know I don't have much on my platter but the prospects of living on my own this year are not helping the need for sleep situation. Especially since I open the damn store in seven and a half hours.

Opening on weekends is not my cup of tea. I hates them.

There are things I should not do. Mostly reminding myself of the past. I have a tendency to google old sites and look around, just to see who is still talking about them. Then I tend to get pissed off. The urge to zap someone in their nuts because they were and still continue to be a troll becomes overpowering. Plus the feeling of loss - yes, it isn't Zach's fault that all our hard work went down the tubes because the provider decided to alt+ctrl+del everything in sight but man, it certainly pisses me off.

And I wonder - if I brought things back, would it make a difference in how I feel about them? Would the people involved change? Would it still be the same?

I'm a train wreck at the moment. I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow - I don't want to be back here. The time difference has screwed over my sleeping schedule. And due to bouts of depression/pouting, I can't really concentrate on much at the moment. It seems so much worse - most likely because I just spent a month with Tom. If anyone wants to poke around at photos, I have them on my Flickr account. I'll add the more recent ones from Vegas probably tomorrow.

I went through the process of diving into the US government websites to figure out immigration/permanent residency. I don't want to give up my Canadian citizenship and I am expecting Tom to attempt the same process, except vice versa for Canada. I have managed to find out that it will cost us somewhere around 2,000 to 3,000 dollars simply on processing fees and paperwork. Disgusting. We have to be engaged, prove that we have known each other for atleast 2 years. On top of it, once I receive the fiancee visa from the US Department of Security and Immigration (or whatever the hell it's called), we have 90 days to get married. 90 days. Quoting me "Viva Las Vegas".

We aren't to engagement yet. We both want to be finished school. I don't want to worry about courses and school fees while trying to fill out the mass of paperwork. We need to determine a plan of savings too because I will not be able to work until I receive my green card (aka. you are now a permanent resident of the US, loser). I'll have OSAP payments plus we will have rent, hydro, cable and all that other crap to pay while I can't make an actual income. They give you a rough estimate on their website somewhere about how long the process will take. I'm assuming a couple months or more.

23 days left. Just 23 days left until I can run away - even though it's too freaking hot in Arizona. Man, I'm going from where it's hot and humid to where it is hotter and will be humid pretty much the entire time I'm there.

I'm on shift six out of my seven day stretch. I'm surprised I haven't lost my mind yet. I am fairly tired though.

I am coming to a point that I am questioning my own decisions about my life. Things like school, where I live, my job... the essential of my lively hood that make up who I am at the moment. Going into my third year of university, I am wondering what the fuck I am going to do with a degree in Political Science. Yeah, it's a good conversational topic but what the hell am I going to do after I get out of school and have a 20k debt to pay off to the government? I don't know if I should drop and go into something else - something that will at least provide me with some kind of job to pay off Mt. Debt of OSAP. I'm thinking switching to a Major with two Minors for teaching but then again, I don't know if I should stand teaching/putting up with stupid children. I've already made it clear to people that have attempted to talk me into teaching that 1. I only want to teach Grade 12 and 2. I'm teaching it like a prof. And I am not letting people ride free - fuck the new generation of self entitlement believers, each one of you can bite me. I don't know if I could stand sitting behind a desk all day for the next 30-40 years, pondering my existence and realizing how much my life sucks balls.

Then I think... s'ok - if I am going to drop to a major from a specialist, am I going to have an issue with doing said switch? Like is the department going to eat my brains? I really don't want to deal with switching and having to deal with the stress of it. I would also need two minors... probably english and history to screw everything over. WEE! I know that if I switch, I am going to be spending more time in school. I am digging in my heels and I'm not sure what to do.

I'm just tempted to keep banging my head into the wall. Man, sorting out a "future life" sucks...

I keep repeating to myself on a daily basis about how many actual days are left till Tom arrives. It's making me even more impatient but it's a sort of confirmation of the fact that he is coming on Saturday - that it isn't that far away. But the downfall is that I have to work the next three days - at least Wednesday and Thursday. Friday is easy - I am just going in to do the June endcap then I'm outta there. It's just the utter frustration because I've been waiting since after New Year's to see him again. That's nearly 6 months and it is all coming down to a few days.

I picked up his anniversary gift (two years on the 4th). I am confident that I will go absolutely bonkers before he comes. I don't want to work -- work is actually making me want to smack people. More so than before. My manager is having an anal freak out because Agnes and I will be gone for week and a bit. She is taking her vacation off while her parents are away so she can watch daytime tv and dance around her in her undies. The manager was continuing to freak because of the fact that she might have to work a lot. I offered to work mornings, she didn't take so it's her own fault - NYAH! On top of it, I am just tired of dealing with jerks and morons - especially those who believe that it's somehow alright to treat the person behind the counter like absolute shit. Or they totally decide not to listen to your recommendations. You know what, the customer is rarely ever right. If anything, many customers deserve to be smack right side up the head - reality check, assholes.

Back to WoW Rants. Sorry to non-WoW playing friends.

I went through the Caverns of Time: Durnholde tonight and it went smoothly. The group was nice and even though we wiped a few times, we finally burned down the final boss and did a jig. My guild has been harassing me to finish getting attuned for Kara and since I'm out of school, I wanted to finish the damn instances. I got a group for Black Morass, the final dungeon in the quest line. Lo and behold, the main tank has to go - his guild is running kara. *&%*&#* Fine, alright. I can deal. No problem. I wait around in Shattrath for a while and another group comes up. Great, even better. Turns out the tank is Arms, from the same guild my other HORRIBLE tank was from. I am beginning to think that none of the tanks in that guild are good at what they do. We get thru to Medivh and it starts. For some fucked up reason, I have been assigned as the person to take care of all the adds that pop out of the portals. Essentially a bunch of little guys, non elites running out. This already pisses me off because I'm a fire mage - not frost. I have a good mana supply but I'm better at burning something down then taking on AOE duties. So they assign me and a shaman. This doesn't work and eventually we all wipe. The tank kicks our healer and replaces it with a shaman. Okay, fine whatever. I get back into the instance, we reset and go again. Main tank decides "OH HAY! The mage can do everything!". I went along with it but like I said, I'm a fire mage. I'm better at DPSing then surviving. I just can't keep up with the adds and they can't take down the mini bosses fast enough (HAHA, silly warlock. DPS is for fire mages :3). I wiped numerous times with that group till the moronic tank gives up and leaves without a word.

Bad fucking instance manners, man. Really bad. Ego stroke: When I am maintaining my threat properly, I am always right behind the tank on KLM. Don't screw with me, buddy. I'm full fire.

Freedom!
*does a jig*

That's all. XD

Alright, let's make this clear... Mage does not equal Warlock. Sound good, yes? That means I don't focus on my stamina - I worry about Int and Spirit. They make me a nasty DPS machine - this usually means that if I control my threat, I am right below the tank, second on the threat list. I AM NOT A WARLOCK. :: twitch :: Kicking me out of your Arcatraz group because I don't have enough health (and partially you are a shit tank and I don't think you are prot . You don't use commanding shout... HELLO 1100 HP! and you have an awful tendency to rush into battles, thus screwing everyone over for a few seconds. Asking ready = a good thing to do) is a fucking insult - a smack in the face. Asking me MID BATTLE for water is bad instance etiquette as far as I am concerned. I am not stopping my DPS to make a stack of water appear for you. And it takes away from my own stack of 10... I'm a good little mage. I watch my pigs, I ask if people need stacks of food or water and as a full fire mage, I watch my threat like a hawk.

But why, WoW deities, does there have to be such fucking morons on your lovely game? People who don't know their class or attempt to preach to me about watching my threat when their healing threat is topping my DPS threat. Why?

(Situation: Last boss in Arcatraz -  Harbinger Skyriss. He is a pain in the ass. He is mana intensiveand supposedly is similar to the boss in AQ20/40, I forget. He doubles himself and mind flays + some fears.)

EDIT: Turns out, this "tank" is full FURY with 3 talent points in Prot. Really nice...

Side Notes: Runes that I use to make portals cost me gold. Yes, I have a good chuck of change sitting on my mage but you know, I don't give free portals - unless you are friend or guildmate. Pay the 20 silver to get the rune and I'll be happy. I don't ask for a tip - I just want a refund on the rune that I have to use to make your portal. If you are too cheap to pay for it, you are shit out of luck.

I need a sign attached to me at work that says:

"Yes, your dry pet food is fine. The only brand affected in our Canadian stores was Nutro and it is off the shelves. Thxkbai."

Yes, I know what has happened. Yes, something has been done. Yes, it's okay to shop in the store. People are just flying with the media - shit happens. Yes, animal have died. That's awful I know but shit happens. \

I'm getting particularly fed up of work to the point that the potential of quitting isn't far from my mind. Between the stupid people who own animals that shop there and some of the staff, I kinda wanna give the job a punch to the face and say good day.

Screw all damn Level 200 essays. I finally finished the last one for Canadian Politics on Women's Rights. All I have left is a presentation for IR. I'm not looking forward to my grades or 3rd year.

After two years for working for Pet Valu, I have to start wearing a uniform. Totally blah, man. Totally.

Woo, trying to find articles on the sex trade. Even funnier is the fact that there is an article on Scholars' Portal called "Will the real sex slave please stand up?"

I managed to get off work early tonight - though it only took about two hours to do so. My DM left her cellphone at home today so couldn't call me until she got thru all the snow. Though I want to punch people for doing the fire alarm checks so early in the bloody morning.

"Wow Widows" are terribly annoying.

I spent almost 3 hours waiting to pick up my OSAP papers. It was a through run thru and they need to provide some chairs for people waiting.

http://www.reducetuitionfees.ca

Arizona was great as usual and I keep wishing I was back there instead of here.

It's bad when I know it's my birthday but I'm wondering if I can buy booze yet... at 24 hr Wal-Mart. >>;;