Nathan is taking a test, and I am probing the accessibility of my future (it's looking good, this is supposed to be Capricorn's Big Year-- hooray!). I am back in the Kwantlen Library Computer Room, scoping out the CELTA courses, locations, and the related Expedia costs to fly to said locations. I am planning my future career as a 'REAL' English Teacher. I am going to do this! An aside-- there is a woman who has been here since well before I arrived. She is sitting opposite me, to my left. Her age is indeterminate, she wears a coral flower-patterned Cotton Ginny Plus shirt with a kelly-green windbreaker. She is watching Coronation Street (I caught a glimpse as I went by to the washroom) and she occasionally utters comments on what she is watching... LOUDLY. Most recently, she said "I DON'T TRUST HIM. HE'S A PSYCHOPATH." and before that, 'THEY JUST HAD SEX TOGETHER." Funny, yes. But I am the only other person in this big room, and there is no-one I can make eye-contact with and share the giggle with. Consider the giggle shared, dear reader!

For the record, Lady K (why can I no longer post comments on your blog? Too many stalkers?) I have nothing against people who put slashes through their sevens. I just don't like the sevens themselves. I love graphology... it's fascinating. I would love to have my hand-writing analyzed. I wonder what they would find out about me? "Hmmm, you appear to be a bossy grammar-queen, with a tendency towards..." Tendency towards what, I can't decide. I'll leave to my future graphologist's discretion.

Another funny thing about this library computer room. I have twice tucked my leg under my chair, forgetting about the hydraulic switch-- which my leg triggers, sending me sinking swiftly and shockingly until my chin is on the keyboard... Coronation Street Lady is probably writing in HER blog about it.

We stopped by OPUS before coming here and bought a big jar of titanium white acrylic, and a block of soapstone, and a cheapie carving kit. I saw my old coworkers Ayesha and Colin and was surprised to learn that they both read my blog when I was in Japan... how cool is that? Very cool. I've quit facebook-- it's just too socially weird. It's like letting everyone in your high school yearbook look in your underwear drawer. Of course, when I told my mom this, she was trying to figure out why the blogging is OK, but the facebooking isn't... I suppose it's because I have more of a hand in crafting this blog. It's cleaner, more controlled. What I want you to see, I show you. What I don't want you to see-- well, it's not like someone here can tag me in photo in this blog. Anyway, it's one less thing to waste my time with. I might use it as a marketing tool later, we'll see. Speaking of which... SOON I will have a website! I'm quite tickled about this, and have been working with Amy and Christie of FRESH MARKETING in Fort Langley-- brilliant girls. I love their work, and their enthusiasm. Finally I'll be able to show my artwork and sell it online. It's been a long time coming.

Anyway, I'm done in here. I'm going to go sit in the car and try to release Buddha out of that bit of soapstone.

A small strange observation about graphology (or my preferences): I do not like sevens with the slash through their middles. I like a nice clean 7, with a straight long leaning back, and a little down-turned cap on the left-hand side. What does it say about the personality of the people who do that, make the little slash through the seven's middle? What does it say about me for being bothered by the innocuous line?