And more good news: I got my old job back at the youth centre. How stoked am I to be working with my favourite kiddies again?!
GUESS WHO’S JUDGING THE FIRST AND SECOND GRADERS IN THE SCIENCE FAIR?!
How do I get boys to stop texting me? Easy. I ignore them and hope they go away.
Getting paid to knit and answer the occasional phone call. I hope the pay is decent. I’m only working three days but I could really use the extra cash. One avocado here costs three bucks and I’m not made of money.
I got stoned and went ski-doo riding today. Then I flew off the ski-doo and rolled a few times, so I definitely will not be doing that again.
Also I started knitting a scarf. Go me.
The stewardesses are rude shits and keep looking at me like I’m on crack. On the bright side I’ve about an hour and a half left of flying before I can kiss the ground again. Take-offs and landings are the worst. Especially in a tiny little Dash-8.
Too bad my flight is with a bunch of middle-aged, French, Hydro-worker dudes. I’m getting creeped out waaaaay too early in the morning.
Anonymous asked: I would kill to go out with you just so I can get to say your name everyday, Summer :-)
Arhasjkfh such nice words. Thank you anon-sweetie :)