My BiSC-tory (Like History, Only Better)
This is likely the first of a few posts about the weekend. I have so many things to say, but I’m the actual busiest ever right now – I have three Annual General Meetings for my Councils in the next 2 weeks at work, and at school I have an exam and 3 papers due this week alone.
That being said, I hope I can recap Bloggers in Sin City (#BiSC) in all its gloriousness. I hope I can properly explain that this year was the actual best year I’ve been to #BiSC and that I felt love, so much love, the entire weekend.
But first, some back story: my BiSC-tory! Continue reading →
I’m an Idiot
So I come to this here neglected weblog, and sigh a sigh of discontentment. Still 5 comments?? I know I haven’t written in a while but after 6 months you’d think a few measly people would have had at least something to say, right?
Not nearly as excited (or wallet-draining) as being approved for a mortgage but hey, it’s something.
In more exciting news I’m in the very last week of my CELTA program. Yes, I actually have moved back home (yeah, there’s a few stories I’ll be saving for Slit-Your-Wrist-Sundays) but it’s been mostly not too bad. I have become a hermit living sequestered in the dark confines of my room.
Kidding.
Sort of.
The course itself is amazing. Amazing, hard, fun, interesting, stressful, informative and nerve-racking.
I’m really not looking forward to going back to being a waitress. Le Sigh. Although, seeing as how I saved the $2500 for the course in about a month, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to save a ton of money before I leave for Central America in the fall.
PS – who lives along the West coast? You’ll be getting a visit from me. I’m planning on driving down so get those couches ready.
Anyhow, I’m done my course at the end of the week and am planning a big trip to Edmonton to celebrate (for those of you who don’t know, going to Edmonton to celebrate is like doing something really un-fun to…uh…celebrate. I suck at analogies today. My brain hurts.)
I’ll have lots of time and lots of stories once I get back…