So I move out in 22 days.

Wow.

It is kind of surreal. I mean, I've been excited about this day since I around the day I concluded my parents were insane (roughly age three)... but suddenly I'm really nervous. None of my friends are joining me in Ottawa, none of them. And I understand, highschool friends are usually temporary, but for me it feels different. I'm very close with all my friends, we've all been through a lot of shit together. It is insane I won't be able to just hide at MacKenzie's for days on end or wander around Sarnia with Carmen looking for stupid shit to do. I don't want to make new friends, I like mine.

Yesterday I went sailing with Carmen's boyfriend Jeff's boat. It was just Carmen, Kayla, Jeff, Mike and I, and it was probably one of the most mellow and beautiful nights of this summer. We were all just laughing, talking and drinking a couple beers as we rolled under the Bluewater Bridge. I feel so comfortable around these people... it is just so fucking weird that I'm not going to have that again for a long while.

Today I woke up to Dustyn calling me and asking me if I wanted to help build the set for Into the Woods at the theatre with a few friends, and I totally blew that off. I hate building things. Blurg. Carmen called another ten minutes later to see if I wanted to go sailing again, but hauling my ass out of bed still wasn't sounding that awesome. I've had a very mellow afternoon, I've just been playing with my puppies and talking with friends. Around six Tori gets off work and we'll go shopping for teeshirt supplies. We are making I Hate Jersey shirts, cause this one time a few of us got trapped in Jersey traffic and it was hell incarnate. Kenz should be available to help us make them around 9, and we will make an extra one for Christie who's away with her brothers this weekend. 

I'm going to miss my drear Sarnian life.