Ah fuck. It's 11 pm on New Year's Eve and I'm sitting at my computer with my sister, her boyfriend and mother in the family room playing cards. How do you spell loser? J-A-N-E. AND I have a shocker of a cold so I can't even drink. Not that I -could- drink if I wanted to because my iron fisted mother deems me too underage to drink (I only deem myself a little underage, and therefore allow myself alcy-hol)

Bah humbug. This was meant to be an exciting New Years - celebrating the anniversary of my first long time relationship, getting into uni, meeting many fabulous and cool people, and generally not being a grump for 95% of my time. But, in true ironic fashion, I'm spending it -being- a grump....... PLEASE, I'm begging someone, save me! I have this huge desire just to jump on the next flight home. I mean Winnipeg-home.

But I've wanted to be here for so long! But not in these circumstances. Not with the shitty ass stress and horror of it all. And the heat! I would kill for some air conditioning! I love the sun and I love the warmth, but there is no where to find cool solitude from the ferocious heat.

Okay, enough complaining out of me. I'm off to join the family - 54 minutes until it's 2004! yay team

Miss everyone,

js