FBC — I know about those programs, however, I’d like to work in my soon to be respective field and stay for A LONG TIME. Like 3 – 5 years. Maybe never return. My options are looking like corporate sponsorship or marriage. I’ll worry over it again when I’m out of school again. I don’t really want to wait tables in London or anything when I could be designing in Milan.

@ Grace: I’ve lost sooo many comments (and blog posts!). Now, I copy everything before hitting “submit.”

Or maybe when I finally have enough money I’ll just buy a house in another city, and move far away from Toronto…..just because I can.

@ Funky Brown: You should have seen my comment it was all witty with a ‘milk in my coffee’ allusion and stuff. But after the blog ate it I was like ‘MAN! I don’t want to type that all again. But it was really good…..Oh foo!’ Going forward I’m going to be all paranoid and copy my comments before I press submit.

TO GRACE**

I’m 25, too. There’s no reason not to go anywhere. Be like Nike, and JUST DO IT, DOLL!!!

Anyway, I totally hated living there for reasons that are beyond difficult to describe. Reading Natsuo Kirino’s Grotesque could shine a little light on it. I want to move to Europe, but I’m still trying to work out the how-in-sam-hill-am-I-gonna-get-a-visa thing. In the meantime, I’m cooling my heels in New York and waiting on school to start up again. Harder than it may appear.

@ Pegs: Okay, I soooooo made that mistake, too!!!! :) I was like, “Awwwww, baby, you love the FB? THANKS!” Then I kept reading and I was like, “Oh, yeah, right, FACEBOOK. Yeah, um, I knew that. Oops!”

@ boredreader: You seem tired. Get some sleep, babes! ;)

I’d railed against Facebook and other social sites for the longest time, refusing to join. I just wasn’t comfortable with people having that kind of round-the-clock access to me.

But I caved in and I’m glad.

For one thing, I found so many of my high school friends, some of my favorite people in the whole world.

Secondly, I’m horrible when it comes to the phone. I hardly answer my phone, don’t check my messages, don’t return phone calls. But when someone hits me up electronically, I respond to that. I suppose I just find it easier. And so in that respect, not only have I reconnected with old friends, I feel better equipped to hold on to my current ones.

@ Grace: Sorry my blog ate your comment. :( And, yeah, I soooo know what you mean about creeping people’s FB pages. :) I’m quite a snoop. :)

@ Baba Doodlius: I went to my high school reunion a short while back, and I was surprised how many people I remembered and how many people remembered me. It was like I felt sucked back into the time warp. It was pretty cool, but I only stayed a hour or so and then I left.

@ Haute in LA: That is sooooo not weak. I would’ve done the same thing! :) Viennese cutie? Sounds like fun. I’ve never done the “spark” stuff. I’m kind of ODed on applications.