Ohh shiittt
So sticking to my old habits i'm moving...AGAIN. Holllyy fuck whowouldhavethough. Anyways, while i was down taking care of my mom for a few weeks in May i emailed the people at Aveda Royal Oak and they contacted me and i got in. Which is pretty awesome, since the one in Toronto had the longest fucking wait list ever. So it looks like i'm moving home...which i don't really want, but it could be worse. It solves the issue of moving to Toronto and possibly having to move in with the boyfriend, which most likely would have been just fine, but the thought was still giving me weird feelings. Too soon, whatever. So i wont be living with him, but i will be living close. Awesome. I'm more excited to gtfo of London. I don't think i can deal with room mates yelling about shit, being drunk 24/7, eating my food, and....doing coke. Yeah. I want out.
On the bright side i'm excited to start school, moving in 6 days and last monday my boyfriend took me on a surprise trip to stratford/niagara falls. We did cheesy tourist stuff and saw the importance of being earnest and it was amazing and bla bla bla. He's amazing.
annnd FUCK GRAMMERRR YEAAAAAAAH
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