school prepares you for the real world, which also sucks.

The Muse and my ex-fiance have ganged up on me in a campaign for us to move to Vancouver (not just to stalk J2. Swear.) and I am actually considering it. I love my island, but I'm stagnating here. If I'm gonna make a go of this thing called Real Life I need to start with a Real Career. Hence a CPR-C and AED course (everyone should take these; life is good, saving one is better) and then Bladerunners, an awesomesauce local trades program that pays for a bunch of associated programs (First Aid, flagging, WHIMS, etc) and then finds you a job placement for work experience. They buy your tools. They have pink hard hats. I could totally be a construction worker-I like building things. And Van is booming with the whole Olympics frenzy it's got going on. But even though Van is like two hours away by ferry, my parents will cry. And worry. And cry some more. And I'd probably miss them too, and if I try living with the Muse again I might actually kill her and dispose of the body instead of just running away. *sighs* Why must there be compromise? Why can't everything just go my way all the time?

*snicker* Can you tell I'm an only child?

But, anyway. I have the Bladerunners orientation today (where I find out if I make it into the program) and the CPR-C AED on Saturday. Updates to follow.