you live your life as if it's real

 Why I don't mind talking to my 11-year-old cousin on msn, even though most of the time her emoticons and sparkly animations try and blind me:



Five minutes later, she sends me:


Too cute. (I wonder what she'd have done, though, if I'd said the first name that came to mind: Oscar Wilde.)

 I think I'm being given a hint here...

I have no bed at my parents' house, since my dad took mine. I've been sleeping on a futon in the basement this whole visit home.

Now, I have no key either. It's been taken away to be the key for the lock-box for the real estate agent.

I can take a hint, guys. No bed, no keys? I don't think I'm welcome here anymore :P

And they're selling the house, too, so soon I won't even have it to come home to. Sign goes up on the front lawn today!

Et avec ça, it's back to the salt-mines for me. I hate packing. I'm so so bad at it.

(Oh, and it looks like I'm heading back to Waterloo a day earlier than planned.)