Saturday, Bloody, Fucking Saturday

I´m at school, getting ready to teach. Actually I`m dicking around until it`s time to teach. I have absolutely no interest in being here today. The system has fucked everyone over at least once. I want my own class - I can`t wait for next week.

Looks like I`ve gotten a position almost for sure, still in Guadalajara. I couldn´t figure out any other way of getting all my things across the country. I`ve collected a great deal since I`ve been here. I`ll be moving to a better part of the city, with another girl from my course. It should work out much better. Downtown is entirely reachable and it is likely I`ll have to be there 6 of 7 days.
My schedule is going to be fucked up but I`ll be able to save somemoney likely, and pay off my student debts some.

I`m having a morose day again. It might be the fact that I have no desire to teach right now. I`ll feel much better once I get in the class. I always do. Until then I`m just going to suffer with myself.

There is so much to say and I have`t come up with a way to say it.
I miss Jenn and the kitties.
I miss Tim Hortens.
I miss English.
Someday it`s all going to make sense.