a Quarter of a century

So, in about an hour and a half (give or take a few minutes) I turn 25 years old. I have had 4 "real" jobs, and lost 3 of them. the fourth I quit in disgust. I am interviewing for a job as a market analyst tomorrow, after seeing my sister (for the first time in a couple years (I think)) and my Auntie Diane (not actually related)(for the first time in many more years). I had an old high-school.. I guess you'd call him chum contact me, and having an old crush who crushed me email and ask for help with something.
it sort of feels like my life is circling itself, coming back together. I hadn't realized that it wasn't together before, though. All I need now is for one of my psychotic ex-girlfriends to come back into my life, and I'll feel 17 again. I wasn't all that happy at 17.
If I wanted to be pessimistic, I'd say that on the last day of my first quarter century, I was broke, living off of my parents and the generosity of others, unemployed due to an inherent contrariness to being told what to do, and much more overweight than I'm comfortable with. Not to mention frequently depressed.
On the optimistic side, I would say that I have a happy relationship with a wonderful guy, I have family and friends who are able and willing to help me through tough times, I have found many things I can do that aren't terribly expensive but are terribly fun, and have tons of free time.
What I will say is that I am unemployed, but interviewing for a job that I am qualified for. I'm not doing fantastic, but I'm better than I have been, and improving often, and I have several sources of happiness in my life.

I probably can't make it to canada any time soon, although I want to very badly. However, my recent unemployed state has taught me to manage my money a little better than I had in the past, so when I DO get to go, I'll have more money than I did the last few times.

Anyway, i need to get to bed, because I suck at getting up still. Send comments (Do i have comments enabled on here? I don't think I do...) to whatever you want to call me at acwpd dot com.

Edit: I DO have comments enabled. Email if you want, or use the built in comment system!

Canada, and the canadianity therein

So, I meant to post RIGHT AWAY when I got back. But I forgot. Bad me.

What happened:
I got there almost EXACTLY on time (a first for me) and got myself set up. I wound up getting stuck at Immigration (!) because I failed to remember Squirrel's real name, and they thought I was a terrorist, or something.

I played one of the slot 0 mods, and was astounded to find I had played BOTH of the other slot 0 mods, so i went to squirrel and anat's early.
SLEEP
Squirrel and I went to the con via Skytrain, and I (once again) forgot that my debit card does not work as a debit card in canada. fortunately, Squirrel remembered, and kept me from looking like an idiot for too long.

Upon arrival at the con, we found our table, sat down, and I ran whatever it was. between slots, we ate, then I headed back to play some. This pattern repeated throughtout the con; play or judge, eat, play or judge, eat, etc. At some point, I had a bit of empty time, and wound up meeting people. Imagine that, meeting people at a convention! The most memorable person I met is a girl named Alex. She's really cute... okay, hot, about my age (25) and a USian! unfortunately, she is of a sexual orientation which is incompatible with having sex with guys, and even if she were straight or bi, she's not single. *Sigh*.
In spite (or because) of this, we talked a lot, and enjoyed each other's company. i would call her my friend.
I came home with 3 boxes of minis, only one of which I had to pay for, and I had a lot of fun. I networked and socialized.
the end.

Oh, and it took me three F***ING HOURS to get out of vancouver, because I couldn't find the blasted 99!

Quaff More; I run

Canada, Work and my body's unwillingness

So, I got to work today (that's where I am now, btw) and couldn't focus my eyes. the phrase "to tired to see straight" comes to mind.
I hadn't slept well last night, and I am pretty sure I had WoW dreams - I woke up certain that I was at an extreme angle, and was really confused and upset that I couldn't fill the bag with purple (no, I'm not certain what that means). Once I got to work, I found that my eyes would not stay converged. If you don't know what I mean, look at a Magic Eye picture. Notice how your eyes go wonky? My eyes wouldn't stop doing that. So I took a nap in my car after clocking out, and came back sweat-soaked but refreshed. I sat down and worked for about 20 minutes, and then my nose started bleeding, somewhat spontaneously.
30 minutes later (!), I came back from the bathroom, my nose finally not bleeding any more. I don't think my body wants to be at work today. My mind sure doesn't.

Tomorrow, I leave for Canada to play in (and run games for) Ancient Enemies? A Zeif / Duchy Bordercon... which is to say, I'm going to play D&D for 4 days straight. I should have fun.