It’s been a while since I’ve updated, so let me begin once
again by apologizing. Not much has
actually happened, but mentally, I’m changing for the better – even though it
doesn’t seem that way.
I don’t realize it at first.
I don’t think that I’ve changed in anyway. What proves what is a critical life
event? What does it mean when something
really changes us for the better or worse?
I would say that this is. But for
others, it’s just like many other days.
Those days are full of loneliness and television. Although I have just travelled back from
Kitimat and Prince George, I was spoiled there for a whole week full of
cuddles, love and friendship. Smiles all
over the place. That changed quickly
after, but has been bandaged up.
I honestly say that
there is nothing wrong with my life.
I heard mum’s voice today.
It couldn’t have come at a better time.
She had updated me on her situation in my homeland, Tasmania, and it was
nice to hear her smile ever since my step-dad passed away. He’s looking out for her, and I’m comforted
to know that all is well 27,000km away in another country, another life.
It’s been interesting lately. I took a break away from Gitwinksihlkw,
because I was able to. Jay picked me up
in Kitimat after transportation issues, and we spent a good four days straight,
without leaving each other’s sights. We
quarrelled slightly, but he is the first person that I’m able to control my
irritable mood around, without feeling forced to. That’s a first for me, and I’m thankful that
he’s in my life. This being said, we
spun out in a ditch 40km’s away from Gitwinksihlkw, when we were about to start
our adventure back to PG. We helped each
other anyway that we could, and we were happy that we had each other. The car was not in a ruin. The fresh growth of pine cushioned our fall,
and all we had damaged was the back bumper (I’m sure there’s another word for
that) and the mudflaps were all destroyed.
Three hours at the convenience store, and we were flying after. Jay was a brave soul, and we managed to get
back to PG around 1am the next morning.
Mind you, we were also surrounded by fog everywhere, and it was snowing
until just before Smithers. We had done
well, and I think that it was a successful, yet pleasurable trip driving with
him. We spent three more nights in PG,
and I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
Thank you, sir.
PG was kinda interesting.
I found I have a tolerance to alcohol now. I can’t get drunk, and I don’t wake up with a
hangover. That’s pretty awesome. The other thing that I just found out a few
hours ago is that I may have caffeine intolerance. I think I’m going through my second
puberty. Maybe I’ll grow a few inches.
There was one instance recently that didn’t destroy
anything, but my trust for a few people.
I’m not explaining it on here, but the whole situation is really
un-necessary, and has been taken out of context. Other people appreciate expanding situations
to more than it’s default threshold. I
love you guys, thanks for taking sides and feel free to stay out of my life if
you’re going to stay on your high horses.
I don’t need that attitude in my life, when I’m trying to be the best I
can be.
I revamped my itunes today, I’m proud of myself. I just have two amazing artists to correct,
and it’ll be perfectly organized. I’m
curious how many of my friends have their music collection organized like mine? Talking about this, I’m currently listening
to Jane Siberry – New York Trilogy. I’m
embracing her music, and I think that her being a Canadian lesbian is extremely
awesome and empowering. Congratulations
to her. Next, Tori Amos? I have her music – we’ll see!
I’ve been icefishing once more since coming back. I caught two decent sized rainbow trout. They’re in the fridge, waiting to be
eaten. I also tried some herring eggs –
those that you catch on a tree branch, and are exported to Japan. I wasn’t too keen on those, because they were
way too strong for me. I did find out
that a traditional dessert is oolichan grease mixed with assorted traditional
berries. I’m not sure what I would think
of it, so I didn’t try any. I’ve also
learned not to be shy with my food.
There was a steak in the fridge.
I didn’t cook it up, because I didn’t think I should eat it. I wasn’t told off or anything, but I was
warned that if I want to eat something, I should eat it. I think I shouldn’t be shy around here
anymore.
I have learned that today, people enjoy my opinion. It’s taking me a while. I’m starting to learn that my voice actually
matters, and it’s nice to embrace my thoughts with a different cultural
outlook. I’m starting to not stumble
over my words as much, and my thought process is starting to evolve. I’m not sure if anyone could be as proud of
me, considering this is a big outcome from me.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m watching what I’m saying, or if I’m
watching too much “Days of our lives”.
Not kidding on that one either.
It’s a daily thing for Irene, Missy and me to sit and watch that. Kinda our “cool” club.
But two things have improved. The speaking and I’m not twitching as
much. Jay had mentioned that I might
have experienced too much electrical force from the piercings. Once I took the piercings out, I now have
six; the twitching stopped approximately 90%.
That made me relieved, and now more comfortable to be in bed, cuddling,
with someone else; or merely holding hands.
I have attended Hobiiyee, that is the Nisg̱a’a new
year. I’ve written about it in another
blog post, so I hope you enjoy it.
Ciao for now, friends.
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