Ah, a little sharing is nice.

What if I were to say that I might be moving out this spring with a girl I like?

Now now, it's more complicated than you think, and full of misunderstandings. So hold on, while I explain the situation. Get those dirty thoughts out of your head! (For shame!)

The daughter of my mothers roommate, Jamie, needs a dependable roommate to move out with her this spring. She's finally had it, being cooped up at home. So have I.
So... she's asked me to maybe move out with her this spring, and help her get her own life set up.
What can I say? I'm touched that anyone would think I'm reliable and dependable enough to count on in such a situation. Plus, it would be great to have a roommate that's mature and dependable for once as well.

So I said yes, and hush hush, keeping the plans from all our households members for now. They have, after all, always in the past stood in the way of massive plans and ideas time and time again in the past.

Jamie is nearly 20, making money through blood and sweat at work (we work together at the plants by the way), and gets along with me quite comfortably.
I trust her to live her life the way she wants it, without crushing my own goals in the process.
Tired of younger siblings and the constant power struggle between her as an adult and the other adults in this house, she desperately needs a place to call her own, to live her own life.

This is just one of the many plans I've made over the last 6 months or so. It's very hush hush, and something I've been able to keep under wraps for quite some time now. Heh, aren't I the sneaky little devil? Even Laurie doesn't have a clue what's being planned right now. I hate to be so devious, but the women I live with are so snoopy and nosy that they'll ruin the plans by being too invasive and involved. It has to be done without their interference, or else it won't be that liberating first-time feeling of leaving home behind. Jamie wants it her way, she just wants me to gaurantee that it can happen. Every other roommate she's tried to get in the past has done nothing but disappoint her. I can't let that happen.

So... In the late spring, I'll most likely be moving out with her (unless she gets a better roommate/reliable boyfriend). Which means I have to start saving those bucks of mine.

I'm working at the chemical plants right now. In order to weasle my way into the Labour Pool, I had to rejoin my old company, G.S. Landscaping. No big deal. I don't have to Manwatch anymore (supervising the lives of others in dangerous areas or situations). That's always a plus.
Now that I have more job experience and worldly knowledge, I don't feel trapped there. It pays decent (not too shabby by the way), is close to home (in case I break down, I can still walk or bike), and I'm innately familiar with most of the people and the duties involved.

When I returned to Sherritt, you wouldn't believe how many people were surprised and happy to see me return. I'm not lying, but I am somewhat a kind of legend out there. An invincible, bad-ass, hardworking slave that single-handedly earned the undying respect of nearly every authoritive power in this plant. Why? Not through my humble and crafty politicing (well, maybe it was...), but through my own suffering and dedication for all of my duties. The jobs I hated doing, I still excelled and out-performed others. And people knew that. They just never appreciated it until I left.
So now the legend is back, ready to rock and roll, and hit each challenge and task harder than before. Safely, of course...
The amount of improvements in the site so far has seriously impressed me. Safety is top-rate, ethics have gone wayyyy up, even the people I now work with are all awesome.

It may take a while, but I can eventually earn a cushy job as a Sherritt man. Not what I want to settle into for the rest of my life, but it will let me do many things so that I can get the opportunities to do what I want.

I can't focus or even begin on any of my interests or pursuits/goals at home right now. I have no room for an art studio, or work bench, or even to stretch out and have a good night sleep.
While I am able to comfortably live under the rule of two old ladies (Kim and Laurie), Jamie cannot, and while I'm in this household, I can't really do much of anything that I want to do. I have to keep my hobbies, dreams, and everything suppressed until things loosen up here. But things will never loosen up here. We'll always have rules designed to keep 16 year old kids unhappy. I have to follow such rules, and live within a tiny little space in one corner of our house.
If I told Laurie my plans to move, she would guilt trip me (not on purpose of course, but she would still do it), get too involved with Jamies and my decisions, and possibly make dirty jokes and comments regarding us two living alone together. (By the way, Jamie and I are not related legally, by blood, or any family relations whatsoever. I call her my sister, but she's just a girl that lives in my house. Just saying.)

So, secrets, secrets, secrets! You guys sure are lucky that you're not directly involved with my life here at home, there's no threat of you guys hindering my plans, so I can safely tell you a few things.

Anyways, this is just the tip of the iceburg that is my life. Hope ya like this blog update. There'll be more soon enough, so hurry up and wait, right?

P.S. : No. None of you old farts can move in with us. Ever.
Muahahaha! ^_^