drea

Sweet Jesus, why me? (Again?) Turns out, that since one told me, I missed a crucial step in the immigration process, and it will now take between one or two years for me to become a permanent resident of Canada. No one told me that after I got my QC approval, I would to fill out this extra form. It's not on any of my paperwork!!!! Fucking hell. Another year + of waiting. I guess this means that I'll have to secure myself another degree and/or employment, which is another hassle, entirely. Fuck this. I guess I should've known. At least my mother shared my rage, we both cried, and Seb was, as usual, incredibly supportive and generally the best. Martin also assured me that I wasn't the biggest moron on earth, and I was grateful for that too. Thank God for them.

I'm a lot calmer than I ever thought that I'd be in this situation. Looking at the forms and what I have to do. Is it possible that I'm becoming a stronger person, better at dealing with adversity? Maybe... Now, I just have to not be such a godamn doormat with others. The fat happy idiot has left the building.

I went running for 45 minutes in this heat. I'm awesome. Fat be gone!

And, surprise surprise, I've got a killer headache, which isn't really surprising, as today was the sort of day which invites headaches.

At least I'm not a lardass, but I would like to eat something that's not peanut based. Just for kicks.