6 posts tagged “vacation”
This is the first day of my last week of summer.
This weekend I worked, and I went to a party, ending up completely intoxicated with way too many pieces of evidence in photo form. Unfortunately I've only heard of, and have a few vague recollections of them. I was told that I'd be tagged on facebook sometime this week. I love how facebook is always mentioned when funny pictures are taken. It's even worse than myspace used to be. It's not like I'm complaining though, I'm on there every day.
I'm still heavily into studying for my exam, which is this week. On Friday. Let's just say I'm hoping for a pass. I have no expectations of an A-B grade, I just want to pass so I can get into my Psych Statistics course and it'll all be smooth sailing from there.
After my exam comes the long weekend. You wanna know something about long weekends? How about ever long weekend of the summer I've ended up working a ridiculous amount. Did I mention how great the weather has been while I'm stuck at work. Friday my test is 10:30-11:30, then I work 4-9, Saturday I'm working 8-8, Sunday 10-6, Monday 9-4. I'm less than excited. The best part is that the day after my gong show weekend is the day I start classes.
Where did the summer go? I had four months, and all I really did was work, and read books. I did have a two week vacation, but it seems so vague now.
Speaking of work... I'm going to have to start getting ready to go there soon.
Hey guys! How's it goin'?
I had a great ten days in Newfoundland. Naturally there was a bit of wedding drama, but for the most part, I think everyone had a great time.
Random though, I've now been to Toronto twice, for only 45 minutes, and I never left the airport. I've always wanted to go there, does that even count? Hah. We had a layover in Toronto after 4 and a half hours from Vancouver, and then another 3 hours and a bit from Toronto to St. John's. We got in at midnight, and I was exhausted. I really don't like flying. I'm 5 foot 11. My legs don't fit in the tiny space they give me, and for some reason, either there, or back, I always end up in the middle. WTF.
Everyday we were there was busy. I'll try and sum it up from what I can remember.
July 18th: Jet lag. Went to Cape Spear where we saw whales, light houses, beautiful scenery, and an old army base. Later that day the girls all met for the bridal shower. Lots of food, and silly games. After the shower, we went to a BBQ & bon fire at a friend's.
July 19th: We took it easy, and for the first time had lunch at Jungle Jim's, which I will also be telling you about later on because I am now obsessed with this restaurant, and made my boyfriend eat there 4 times and take a picture of me posing with the sign. That night was the rehearsal dinner.
July 20th: In the afternoon I went to the spa with the rest of the ladies and had a manicure, pedicure, and make-up consultation. That night the boyfriend and I went to George Street for the first time.
July 21st: The big day! Dad's wedding! I was at the hotel bright and early to have my hair and make-up done. The wedding was at 2PM. I walked my dad down the isle. The wedding was beautiful, but so emotional, Everyone was crying, the only relief from it was my little 18 month old cousin Emily, who after being the world's cutest flower girl, pranced around the stage trying to get back the attention through the whole ceremony. We went for pictures, and then came back for dinner and dancing.
July 22nd: Considering we didn't get back to our hotel until 3AM the night before, we slept in. We didn't really do anything except have dinner, and get together with the rest of the family to open the wedding cards & gifts.
From the 23rd-27th, I can't really remember the day by day, I know we went a lot of places, and did a lot of things. So, here's some pictures.
I have over 300 pictures on my computer, so I just randomly went through and picked some of my favourites.
The last few days have been crazy. My dad and step mom to be left on Friday night. I only half ass said goodbye to them because I had a date with friends. I'm selfish, oh well. Apparently, they had so many suitcases there wouldn't have been room for me anyways.
For the most part, I've been enjoying not having them here. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but for the past, um, way too long, all they've been is walking stress balls. I'm glad to see them get away from here. My boyfriend's been staying in the house with me, and I've had a good friend over, and plenty of Smirnoff ice. God, I love that stuff.
Right now, I am packing. Leave it to Amber to leave packing Intel 11:30 the night before when we're leaving at 6AM. My excuse is a busy weekend, and working tonight until 9.
Tomorrow the boyfriend and I are going to meet my Grandma way too early in the morning and head off to the airport. We have a lay over in Toronto, and get into Newfoundland at about 12AM Wednesday morning. Dad and Lenore will be picking us up there. I'm getting excited even though it all doesn't seem real yet/
My dad is getting married in 4 days!!
I'll be bringing my laptop, but I'm not sure if the cabins we're staying in will have a wireless connection or not, the only use it may be is to upload pictures when the camera's full.
If you don't hear from me, my plan gets in the night of the 28th. See ya'll then!!
4 days. I have for more days left in BC. At 11AM Tuesday morning my Grandmother, Boyfriend, and myself will be boarding our plane to Newfoundland. My Father and his girlfriend will already be there. They leave tomorrow night. Next Saturday at 2PM, my father will be getting married, for the second time. Monday is the last day of this life, this chapter., because when we return from the other side of the country life will be different. How different remains to be seen, and to assume that these changes wont be good, I can't do. This isn't depressing, or upsetting, I'm not angry, I'm not resentful, and I'm not against this. You could say more than anything, I'm relieved. I want this madness to end. For the past few months it's been bickering, opinions from all over the country, feelings of how things should go, how they shouldn't go, everyone's opinion weighing everyone else down. Sometimes you just want to scream "But out", but you have to remember, it's not even your but out to yell. I'm excited to come home and resume normal life, as normal it can be with the changes taking place.
Life is so stressful right now, so much is going on. With my parents leaving tomorrow and the time wearing thin, I realize how much is left to do, and how little time there is to do it. I haven't packed, I have a meeting with my academic advisor tomorrow morning, manicure and coffee with a friend tomorrow evening, work Saturday, dinner my my mom, aunt and uncle after, Sunday last minute trip planning and an afternoon/dinner at my grandmothers, monday work from 4-9, when will I finish the rest?
Why do I always underestimate the amount of time needed to get things done?
Well, I'm home.
I had an amazing weekend. Way too amazing to be pleased about being home now.
I have lots to tell about, and $10 to live off of until my next payday.
The most unexciting part of my vacation being over is that I was there this morning, and I'll be at work in an hour, thinking about how I was there. Darn.
I guess I'll just look forward to going back again. :]
Today is one of those days when you wake up at 11AM and realize that there is no real reason to get out of bed. So I wandered upstairs, grabbed myself a tasty snack, wandered back downstairs to my suite, and got back into bed. The chances of me even leaving the house today are slim. It's pouring rain outside, so I wont even go for a little walk.
I'm thinking about getting a second job. I just might go insane working only three days a week for the next four months. Granted, I am glad that I'm not stressed to hell with school anymore, I feel completely useless when I don't have a jam packed schedule. I've been updating my resume and looking at ads in the paper. A restaurant down the street is hiring servers, so I think I'm going to apply there. I can't handle this boredom. I've already cleaned the entire house, signed up for and become addicted to facebook (help...), did all of my laundry (3 loads), watched a lot of tv, gone to the gym a bunch of times... do you see where this is going? I'm all out of ideas. I need another job. It's not even about the money, but it would be cool to make twice as much as I already do. Haha.
I do have one thing productive to do today. I need to find an alternative to my boyfriend and I's original anniversary get away. I have to figure something out and quick because it's only a couple of weeks away. I hate doing everything last minute, I was so happy we had this figured out months in advanced. UGH.
