devil_tunz

I left my Canadian cell phone with my mom and after trying to call it and not having her pick-up and trying again repeatedly I have concluded that she must be too daft to realize that the Our Lady Peace song that she will be hearing must be the phone ringing. I came into the office and it took me forever to actually get around to writing the stupid kayaking article so I wanted to let her know I would be much longer than I had anticipated; but I tried to inform her and now I give up on caring because if she can't answer a phone then the problem is beyond me.

I just finished doing some work for the managing editor since the previous paragraph. He wanted me to look up everywhere that has been struck on both sides of the border since yesterday. I can't believe they hit Tiberias and Sfat.

I told my dad that I am waiting to hear back from Bar Ilan and he asked me when I would want to go there. His view is that if I decide I want to come back to Canada the Carleton degree would be reputable to have but I know he will let me choose whatever I want to do. The worst part about it is that I am not being told to do anything anymore but I was so conditioned growing up as to what is that "proper" path to follow that it will be me who may choose to return to Carleton even though I dislike it so much there and am dreading September.

I need to get away from the internet. I have been online far too much in the past few days responding in real time to e-mails and such.