Bills, Money, Rent, Quebec
The past month has been absurd… Upon landing from California it’s just been “Shit! Gotta pay this off… And this! And that! And even this!” And then my account goes red, and then it goes green again. Up and down.
Luckily I have funds in Quebec to transfer here in order to make the trip but otherwise, I would have been fucked. Even then, I’m in the red until I get back. I still have to pay my car insurance, electric bill(which is only like ~$25), internet and maybe a couple things here and there.
Funny thing is, if I didn’t pre-pay January, I would have been in the clear. Well in the clear. Money for the trip, additional bills, and even some to play with. Yes, there is such a thing as paying too early, because if you don’t budget for things, you’ll soon realize it was a bad mistake like me.
So make sure you budget. Keep a calendar, a running tally of what’s going in and out when, and be very aware of what you spend.
#Lessons learned the hard way
Record Border Crossing Time
- [ I hand the customs officer my passport ]
- [ In French ]
- Officer: You from Ohio?
- Me: Yep.
- Officer: Are you a permanent resident... Wait no, you've got a work visa.
- Officer: Where are you going?
- Me: Gatineau.
- Officer: For how long?
- Me: The weekend.
- Officer: Do you have anything with you?
- Me: Nothing to declare.
- Officer: Here you go, have a god day.
- Me: Thank-you.
Going back to Canada for the weekend. I’m really excited to see all of my friends again. I can’t wait to see what kind of adventures I have.
The End is Near
I’m tired. Ever so tired.
I feel as though this is my last week before dying. Making the best of it. Come Wednesday, I fly back to Ohio. I don’t even know anymore.
It’s such a sad feeling.
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6 days until I can take you to Hooters in San Francisco?
If that’s something you want to do, then certainly. I’ll most likely be in recovery from my complete isolation so I won’t exactly be up to flirting with strangers, if that’s what you want to do. :p
We’ll see when I land. :) I think I’ll be torn in 3-4 when I arrive and try to figure out a schedule. We shall see!
6 days until I disconnect from this life and plug myself directly into a real one.
6 days of fighting this depression in hopes of actually being productive.
I’m jealous! I want to go away on vacation and cuddle!
Plan for it. I’ve been planning this since mid January. I admit work has been extremely lenient about my taking leave but I’m compromising by still working whilst I’m there.
Oh I can’t wait! I’ll finally be able to escape and have a life for two weeks.
I can’t wait till California! I’ll be out and moving and doing stuff and socializing!
Then I get to cuddle the fuck out of someone. :D
I’ve successfully launch the website for the client. 120 hours in. Wicked!
I’m so fucking excited to go back to California this summer! It’s going to be super fucking AWESOME.
I would like some cuddles to top everything off with. Please? :) <3
California Day 1
You’ll have to excuse my memory, it’s shot to hell. Some details might be missing and some major parts might just not exist.
4am. I ate breakfast at the airport before the first leg of my flight. I slept most of the flight to my Houston connection. From Houston, I make it over to San Jose. I was awake most of the time for that flight so it didn’t go buy as fast as I wanted it to.
Having landed, I went and retrieved my backpack from the luggage claim and made my way over to the car rental. I walked up to the counter and gave them my information. They quickly pulled it up and tried to promote an upgrade for an addition $14 per day. After clearing up the confusion, I went to pay. $580 the teller said; $280 more then what I had purchased on Expedia. That caused a shit storm and unfortunately I had to pay. Fucking bullshit not being 25.
I got into the car and called up Evie and Adriana to see who I was visiting first. Evie said to wait until 6pm(it was noon at the time) before I got to see her and have supper with her and her fiance. I called Adriana to see if I could kills some time with her but she had just caught a flu or something of the sort. She was going to be out of the picture until the weekend.
Having nothing to do, I checked into my hotel and wasted a bit of time. Several hours past I get a call from Evie saying I can come over for supper. I punch the address into Navigation and head on over.
Chicken curry, rice and vegetables. It was very good, a delicious welcome meal. We chatted, had a couple laughs and showed each other the art we’d done for the past several months. I don’t quite recall what happened after that. I believe we called it a night. I drove back to my hotel.
So much I want to write about. So little patience to deal with my perfectionist side. Well, here goes nothing.
I drove to Detroit - or just outside of Detroit. I meet up with my girlfriend who was staying at her friends place. We spent a couple hours packing things, making sure everything was set for tomorrow and hopefully not missing anything crucial. Then the three of us played some Mario Cart.
I don’t recall who won, but it was fun and full of laughter. I do recall going from third to first on the last lap in the last corkscrew. Brian seemed slightly surprised and irked of my putting him in third but it was Krisandra that I really pissed off. It was great! Just before the finish line - say 5 meters from away - I hit her with my star power. Epic comeback. A couple humorous threats were sent my way and an very angry glare only made me smile more. She’s the one who usually kicks my ass at Mario Cart. A move like that, I deserved to be allowed some gloat time.
We put her stuff in the car and headed over or Ann Arbor for another awesome date. The week prior, we did the same thing. Several rounds of DDR at the local arcade, a break consisting of Bubble Tea followed by more DDR then finally, supper. Last time we had sushi, sashimi and curry rice; this time we wanted something different. We wandered around then decided check out Mongolian Grill. At our arrival, we were turned around. The wait time was one hour and I didn’t feel like waiting. We headed back and hit a place called Johnny John’s. I had a couple kicks from their signage. I really wanted to just walk in, get the clerks attention by smelling the air and then leave a five dollar tip saying “Thanks for the free smells.”
We headed to the hotel, checked in, hugged, cuddled, talked, showered, played with bondage tape and photography and then unwillingly called it a night.
Waking up at 7am wasn’t fun. We quickly got ready and headed downstairs for breakfast. It was short. Time seemed ever so short. Next thing I know, we’re at the security gates in the airport, saying goodbye. As I watched her slowly make her way beyond the point of no return, emotions started running deep. It hurt; I was watching an amazing friend, girlfriend and lover leave my side for eight months. As I lost sight of her, on the verge of tears, Argile took over and headed back to the car, ever so pleased to see me emotionally overloaded and eager to toy with other women.
I drove back to Ohio, stopping for some beef jerky — which reminds me, I still have some! … … Damn! It all went bad… Well, I still have this Peppered Buffalo. :D — I got home, screwed around some, packed my own bags then was driven to a work colleague who was letting me stay the night. We all talked, Paul went back home and we called it a night shortly after. That night was even more restless then the one before. 4am and my alarm goes off. I get up, get my stuff and my work colleague drives me to the airport.
My trip begins.
I’ll continue this after some well due gaming, Internets and win. Maybe Sunday, after I enjoy a good night of drinking with friends here. Now that I think about it, I’ll start drinking tonight. Some good Sour Puss. Mix that with some Blue Caracoa and Sprite. Mmm Pornstars!
Music, alcohol, games and internets. Yep, life’s back to what it was.