Progress Report...or so to speak

I figured I should be in a slightly goofier mood to write these things, but all I’ve done all day is…pretty much nothing. As such, I’m having a sort of writer’s block of sorts.

I’d like to start out by apologizing for not writing more about what I’ve seen, where I’ve been, and who I was with, but I always get kind of annoyed when people feel the need to outline day to day activities step by step in ultra-precise detail:
“So I went to the grocery today and it cost 7.39. As I paid with a 10 note, which was strange because usually I only have 5s and 20s. I left the store, the bum asked me for some change, I said no, then walked 43 steps to the apartment. I could have done it in 38, but my footing was off and because I was holding bags, I couldn’t skip any steps. I then sat down on the couch and watched paint dry for 62 minutes until I fell asleep. I was enthralling. And watching paint dry is about as interesting as a blog would be if it were laid out like that.”
That's just not me.

So I do in fact have a mobile phone, but it seems I have a huge lack of friends. Not that I’m necessarily encouraging your calls (technical difficulties receiving - apparently reception's not so clear coming from North American phones). But procrastination seems to be the trend, I spend most of my time on MSN with my friends from home, probably avoiding the task of making new and real friends. I DID come close though...

Yes, I went to the bar by myself the other night. No, not to “sarge” (and if you don’t know what sarging is, don’t worry about it, it’s kind of an inside thing), but because the rest of my party decided to bail halfway through the “pub-crawl” we had created. (Brits couldn't keep up with the Canadian Kid) It was actually surprisingly fun. I made some temporary friends (temporary because I’ll never see them again), some different temporary friends and nearly made some enemies of young hoodlums (who threatened to beat me up) accusing me of being a snitch (aka a cop), which, for those who didn’t know, I am not. All in all, good time, but if you ever consider doing it, make sure you’ve been drinking. Maybe one day, hopefully…

Two nights ago, I had one of those “Holy-shit-I’m-in-a-different-country-and-I- don’t-have-a-job-or-a-plan-and-I'm-not-running-out-of-money-yet-but-almost-because-England-is-so-bloody-expensive-for-a-Canadian…” and it just hit me that I should figure things out. This is what I came up with:
No, I still don’t have a job.
No, I still don’t have a flat.
No, I don’t have many friends.
No, I still don’t have a bank (and if they ask me to call again just to do the preliminary application, so help me God, I’ll burn down their head office.)
BUT,
Yes, I’ve done a fair number of touristy things in one week.
Yes, I’ve been partying a lot.
AND, all things considered yes, it's been fun, and surely, the best times are yet to come.

So that’s that. And for the record, the freak out progress has been resolved on all fronts.

For more on my non-day-to-day life, check in when I’m feeling goofier!

Ps. If you’re thinking that stopping in was a waste of good reading skills, you’re probably right. Nothing is new because nothing has changed. But thanks for stopping in.