Good old Owen Sound, how unchanging you remain. Sure, there's little things, like a restaurant changing it's name or a building being demolished, but on the whole this soul sucking city is the same. Walking downtown the other day every other girl I saw was pushing a stroller or pregnant. And when I say 'girl' I mean girl. This place must be the teen pregnancy capital of Ontario, if not Canada. Lord knows we're the underage drinking capital, and those things do go hand in hand.

I start work on Monday, and I sure can't wait. It's going to be so satisfying getting up every day, going to work, and knowing that a) I'm doing a community service and b) I'm making a whack of money. I need to find stuff to put in my office to make it a little more homey. I may bring in the Aragorn cardboard cut-out Meaghan gave me for my birthday last year, and put it on the trim ledge that goes around the walls. My stupid printer ran out of colour ink [well, just the green, anyways] so I have to wait to print off any pictures. Bah! I have no idea what to wear the first day...I mean, I should look professional, but it'll only really be orientation and whatnot so there's no need to overdue it. My mom says my dark red nails aren't very professional, but she can suck on it 'cause I'm not changing them.

I've finally gotten a handle on my emotions [probably has something to do with getting my period yesterday] and I haven't cried since Thursday, whoop whoop. LibraryBoy's applying for a job in a town that's half an hour away, so we've both got our fingers crossed. Here's hoping the universe isn't fucking with us!