Low Batt.

Well I haven't even been home a month and I have already managed to tired myself out so much that I already have that "stuggling to keep your head above water" syndrome. Part of that is due to the comute in traffic during rush hour, which takes nearly three hours out of my day. We could put it this way - I get up at 6, leave at 7 as the sun goes up and work til 6 and arrive arround 7:30, again in time to catch the sunset. (Neat thing is during the monring I dive towards the East and in the evenings drive back towards the West) But between prepping for school, trying to make a representative online album of the past 10 months of my life, looking for a job (this means getting up at 5:30 am to complete and read over cover letters that were composed at 11 pm the night before), catching up with friends and doing frisbee, yoga and squash; I have come to the conclusion that I am forgetting to take care of the most important person in my life: me. So if that means that it's Saturday night and I played Frisbee for 5 hours today and am too tired to go for dinner with friends, then I simply won't go! I think mainly I just need to get enough rest to be able to enjoy my outings, since now they have become another thing that has to get done.

On another tangent, I went out last night and saw many old friends associated with my ex, Darryl and with my former job at Neteller. Although it was really great seeing all of them again and I had a good time, especially watching his band play, all this weird nostalgia set in. Not nostaliga as in "I want to relive this" but more like "Yup. No need to go back there again....." I guess it's a healthy feeling?

Regardless, now I am waiting for my supper to cook, with which I will stuff myself, to later keel over and sleep for as much as 12 hours until day break. Great plans huh?

gettin' whipped back into shape.

Yeah. My return to Canada has been somewhat hectic...I had wanted to write all about the Brighton chronicles and my time in Brighton with Scott but unfortunately too much time has gone by and it's just all one hillarious blurr to me right now.

I have, however, been keeping quite busy. Within one week of being home, I was already moving out temporarily to Bearspaw to house/pet sit. It's great -- I get a view of the rockies, I get the company of 2 big dogs and one cute cat, and I get an hour and 15 minute drive into the centre of town everyday. yugh. Why am I doing this again?? Oh yeah, wait, I know why...BECAUSE I AM BROKE ASS!!! (and they are paying me) Actually I ike housesitting but the timing this is a bit bad right now. I am housesitting for 3 weeks, which happens to be within my first month back, so I am running arround, driving nearly three hours a day just to go for a beer kind of thing. The problem is that I WANT to see my friends and I want to go out but once I get here and it's nearly 8pm, there is no way in hell that I just want to hop in my car again and drive out to the city centre. I can't afford anything anyway.

In other news, I played my first game(s!) of Ultimate Frisbee today...WOO! It was a jolly old time, except that I nearly died. What was I thinking!?! I can't run like a mad woman and chase a frisbee for two hours! I have walking muscles, WALKING! After our victories (not because of me, might I add) my toe curled up involuntarily and I couldn't get it back to normal!!! I litteraly had to pry it open with my fingers to seperate it from my foot. It wasn't painful per say, but it was most definetely weird. I think anytime your body does something your brain didn't ask it to is guaranteed to be slightly odd.

So now I am in Bearspaw with Socrates watching me as I type this between the online orientation for my Master's, online job applications, msn, and translating for a friend....which I should get back to.....

Chetnik lisa

Chetnik lisa
Originally uploaded by borderlys.

Well it’s my second last day here and that sinking feeling of termination has slowly crept up on me. I’ve got that heavy feeling that you get when something is over, that you can’t do anything about. This place became my home away from home during my 9 months away, through living and working here, then by dropping in and relaxing for sometime before continuing on to my next destination. I’m at that stage where I have to say “well if I don’t see you again, take care” or “it was nice knowing you” and when I get the question “when will you return to Serbia?” replying with an apologetic shrug and a “I really don’t know”. For the most par of last week it had been rainy and I had been fighting some weird stomach virus and counting down the days to go home, and now the pinch in my heart makes me wish I had better appreciated my time here, and the famous words of Joni Mitchell come to mind “Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone”….

The sun has since come out, and the weather has been lovely here. Over the weekend went to the “GUCA” trumpet festival in Southern Serbia, where I partied with Serbs, complete with Chetnik army cap and all…..It’s a part of Serbian culture not to be missed! The sound of powerful, almost schizophrenic trumpet orchestras all over the streets, blaring high-energy music – you can’t help but get in to it! And all the beer helps get in the mood quite effectively…. Not to mention to mention the smell of grilling meat (I had the BEST “pljeskavica” – Serbian style hamburger – of my LIFE there), corn on the cob, “kupus” (delicious cooked cabbage) and local pastries!

I get I just have to make the best of my remaining time here before I head out to London to see Shcott and head home....