The weekend was fun. I again learned that I need a co-pilot better than Jesus. He just so so much quieter than he used to be. I got all sorts of unsure and unsureness lead to dumbness, and that to getting stuck without fuel. Gladly DreamTiger came out and gave me gas. I owe him bigtime arts.

My buddies dad is bottling up some sort of crazy rage about my being here. He was giving me the shit, I provide for my family line when he was talking about cheese use. You don't use that line when your talking about something that can be bought for less than a pack of smokes. I replaced it and then some. Sadly my effort to preserve the peace is going to be taken totally as weakness and admitance of guilt for something I was not guilty of. All in all the crazy fly off the handle attitude is something I try really hard to avoid. Sadly every persons parents of people I've stayed with do it sooner or later and it just breaks my heart. I must have something about my personality that intrinsically annoys people.

So, I guess I'll start looking for a way to move sooner than later. I had a lot of fun up north in the Edmonton, but I need to save up a bit for the move. I feel uncomfortable moving with no job prospects and little money. Though I've wanted to move up to Edmonton for some time, now I have little keeping me in Strathmore...