This time last year...

I find my life somewhat humorous lately.

Why is it humorous? I was sitting around attempting to write Chapter 53 yesterday when I realised that Carol never came to visit in February like she said she would. We made a pact and everything. Ha ha ha I just find it hilarious that I completely forgot and I only remember now four months after the fact. It gives me the silly Melissa giggles.

It is cold lately and for some strange reason it’s making me homesick. It makes me long for the days when I would huddle under blankets, the frost covered windows, bundling myself in layers just to walk to the corner store or to go to college and I don’t know a HEATER! I find this funny because a year ago I would have not found this weather cold, which means I’ve probably acclimatised a bit. To think I used to snicker at people who said thermal underwear weather was 10 degrees C. Sadly I can see where they are coming from now. Mind you I can still say to people. “You think this is cold? Well I’m from Canada….how about some sub zero temperatures for you eh? Now that’s cold!” However, if I say I’m cold people use my Canadian background against me saying “but you’re from Canada?”

Here is an excerpt from my journal June 8th last year:

“Yet again my Grandma was very curious about the time zones. She insisted it was 4 p.m. when it was really 2 p.m. here. I’m like Grandma; ‘I think I would know what time it is here.’”

Too funny! It’s the only thing that hasn’t changed since I’ve been to Australia. My grandma still is keen on the time zones. Perhaps it’s the science fictionyness of it? Case in point I’m aware that ‘fictionyness’ isn’t a word. A word by dictionary standards that is, but by Melissa standards it’s an entire word. I made it up the end! Go me!

Actually this sounds bad but my grandma is making me annoyed, she out of her oh so helpfulness contacted Mormon church members (Officially called the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) here in Rocky. Now I am being stalked by Mormon members, Mormon missionaries, and Mormons questioning and pressuring me to go back to church. In fact two missionaries are coming to visit tomorrow, but I said it was alright because I’m not mean enough to tell them to piss off. Or should I say I lack the adequate supply of backbone material?

If only I had a wee little bit of backbone growth! I could tell my flatmate and her boyfriend to keep it down while they shall I dare say it…make bouncy bouncy. I’m scarred for life now no thanks to them. Tell certain people to back off when they are trying to be inspirational, but failing with there I am so great in my knowingness speeches and no that last one isn’t directed at anyone.

P.S. It was around this time last year I was hanging out with my A.E.S.M. friends Chris, Amy, Antonia…Chramymelonia! Gosh I miss those days!