....or is it. Well it seems I haven't kept my word on trying to blog more; if anything it's been less. It just seems like I'm becoming more of a lethargic person. Maybe I should update on my job search. To start; I am no longer in Mississauga. I left last Friday and got here(Newfoundland) on Saturday morning. So, since being back, I have returned to the tedious task of searching for work. With mush better results. In all of the 20+ applications I sent out, only 2 replied back; with the same reults here just better percentage. What I mean is here I sent out three so far with a 66.6% return . The good news is one offered me a job. I start either Monday or Tuesday. The work is at McDonalds. That's right....McDonalds. It's may not be the best suited place in the world but it is a start. And I need all the kick starters I can receive at this point. And, with the amount of work that is available here, getting a second one is no problem. So I'm glad to be able to have a job. But, the week of leaving was tough. mainly because I had to put up with there crap. My uncle became pissed when I told him; though there is irony in the lecture he gave me. Let me detail my last week of there: Monday beganwith a stern lecture about total bullcrap. I got nailed for having a discussion with my cousin and he said; every word was oxymoron-ic, "It's alright that you know stuff, just don't brag about it." This was so silly. Let me explain, his wife sent us a letter about her daughter getting in the page program and her son getting his hair cut for 'shave for the brave' and it was six inches long. In case you haven't picked up on she likes to brag. So the subliminal message was "hey, we are the ones who brag around here not you. So keep all your facts to yourself." I mentioned this being oxymoron-ic, heres why, when I first got there he wanted me to talk, to tell them everything on my mind. And when I do I get this b.s lecture. The second oxymoron is safety. He b**ched about my mother driving to St. John's at 6 and not earlier. he was worried that we would hit a moose. Also when we went on the wrong road, but I got my mother to backup. His defense was "you got someone else's kid in there with you. You have to think about their safety and the parents. Hmm, this point was so good it seemed honest. But wait, it was total b.s. See he likes to contradict himself- or at least he oblivious to the fact he does- because my sister went up three years ago and totally hated it. Now the problem with his understanding of safety is keeping his kids safe only. Logic is not well known in that house. When my sister came home, around 16-17, she had to be taken to the airport. Usually when someone is not familiar with an area you help them out. not there. he just dropped her off and left. The problem is when your a 16-17 year old girl, in a strange area, completely vulnerable, anything could happen. But hey, it wasn't his kid, so why should he give a f**k. I mean, it's not like any statistic would say that girls that are usually preyed upon, kidnapped or assaulted are teens. I mean that seems to be his logic. You see, that's the problem, they don't have a very good mentality. And this is the same people who hate the states. Another thing was questions. he asked me a question about if I talked to my siblings, I do, just not about what he would have. I deflected ther question back at him and his reply was, "Here's why you argument is going to fail. There is an 8-year gap between me and your father and 8-year gap between me and my youngest sister." Wow! You really stumped me there. I mean, with that logic it makes perfect sense. Unfortunately I couldn't say anything. Mainly because he would have thrown me out, and yes he would have. But here is why his logic failed, I knew he didn't talk to his siblings. Why? because they don't like him. But, with his logic, he doesn't talk to his kids. Why would he? There is such an age gap they would have nothing in common. He didn't think his rebuttals through very properly. And that was what he lectured me on. The question thing he sauid was condescending, coming from me. Me meening someone younger then him. But he knew I knew he didn't talk to them. But a lot of it was bite my tongue. I mean, I could have told stuff about him to his kids that would have pissed him off. But I didn't. And that's the kind of crap I've put up with when I was there. It wasn't an environment where you could thrive mentally. More-or-less your brain would decay at a faster rate. But that's the thing about life, you'll always meet people like him. But since returning I've been extremely happy. I finally got a job and I spent the day with my brother. So now you see more into the reason why I don't like them. And that's my update. It seems longer then expected. But also feels good to get that frustration out.

Words to live by;

When it comes to vocabulary, if you write stupid, at least you can talk smart.