I feel so guilty for not having updated lately.
Really, I do.
I suppose I could offer some reasonable explanation for not getting around to it, but it all basically boils down to my laziness and dissatisfaction with my writing skills. (forget that my last excuse hasn't anything really to do with it. I'm just really lazy).
Does it count for anything that I've often thought about updating?
Whatever. I'm here now, so I'll try to get you caught up on all things me, and we'll see where we go from there.

A couple of weeks ago there was an event in my life that was sudden and unexpected. Something which I thought I could deal with pretty easily, but which turned out to suck a lot more than I thought it would. A couple of weeks ago my big bro and his girlfriend of like seven years packed up their one room apartment and headed west. She accepted an offer from a university in B.C., and now they're gone for two years (at least). Now, my big bro and I aren't what you would call super close. We don't (or didn't) hang out too often, and we never really had a brother to sister heart to heart (if people ever really have those), but there was this strong unspoken respect between us, I think. I mean, there still is, but it's one of those things I don't think I ever really stopped to appreciate until I fully realized that it wouldn't be around anymore. Not that it's gone exactly, but it's now on the other side of the country, and far less visible and accessible.

All of this became clear to me when my brother stopped in at my work on his way out of town. The day before the move we had a communication problem and didn't get to see each other. I thought I wouldn't be able to see him before he left and I was pretty bummed about it. So when he showed up at work on a busy Sunday afternoon I was really thankful. It was a quick goodbye. A hug and a 'take care' mostly. I cried when he left, much to my amazement. I didn't think I would, but suddenly all of these thoughts, like spending a Christmas without my brother, flooded my brain and I was paralyzed for a minute.
I know, it's not like he's died or anything. I'll see him again sooner than I probably think. But man, such a bummer when one of your siblings moves so far away so suddenly. Makes you realize how much you like having them around.

So, this is the pic I have on my desktop right now.

It was taken a week before the move at a party I had with my siblings and a couple friends. It was the first time I ever partied with my brothers and sister, and though I'm sad I didn't get to do it more before he left, I know that this is what I have to look forward to when he gets back, and I can't wait:) Miss you bro.


In other, less depressing news, today I had my first real day of school in the Faculty of Education at U. Ottawa. For those of you who refer to this as teacher's college I must inform you that this terminology is incorrect, and wayy outdated. Just call it a BEd. Never teacher's college:)
So yeah, on with my first day...I must say I really enjoyed it. Aside from the 8 am start (meaning I got up around 6:15 to get there in time) and the 6 hours spent sitting on my ass, I like the direction my classes are taking already. Things seemed very relaxed and "as stress free as possible" (as one of my professors noted). I can tell that my BEd degree will be very practical and hands on. It's basically turning what I know into a profession, which sounds fun and exciting. I love how they are going to teach me to take what I've learned previously and give it to others in the most coherent and attractive way possible.
Definitely so far so good.

So tonight I am going over to Tara's house for some girl time since I have Thursdays and Fridays off from school until late October (awesome). I was thinking today that I am so grateful to not live in town anywhere near her. LoL, that sounded like a bad thing, but really it is a bit of a blessing. This way, we don't over saturate each other with ourselves, and the time we do get to spend together is that much more precious. All that, plus if I did live in a busable distance from her I'd have a lot more nights out and a lot less money, which after a while would become hard to justify.

And that's a teeny and brief snapshot of my life at the present. I just finished reading a book (fiction) about a blogger (though her blogs were much more interesting and witty than my own) so perhaps this will re-ignite the blogging flame and post more often.

Please remind me to.

I hate feeling guilty.

G'night and G'day to you all.

ps. why does the blog spell checker not recognize 'blog'? This, I think, is appalling.