in just thinking about this goal. ‘Cuz that’s where I’m at. I still think I shouldn’t have been so stupid at age 12 when I was getting my first one: I had the option to choose Canadian or British, and I chose Canadian. That was dumb. Now its gonna cost me close to $1K when I finally do get around to getting it.
At least the rules have changed back to what they were, so that I can actually have one again; for a long time I was kicking myself because children of ex-pats could only get a step up from a visa. Now I can have a passport and wave it fanatically over the heads of others. Or something.
It’s not so much for me, it’s more things like down the road when I have children who are planning to go to school – what if one of them wants to go to the UK? Or what if immigration rules change again? My children will have a dead albatross of a last name hanging around their necks; the least I can do is give them a leg up from their European ancestry.
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just venting
19 hours ago
I’m frustrated that you said, “We’ll talk later” but later has now come and gone…. just like the “We’ll get together and pick a date” or “We’ll have a heart-to-heart this weekend” all these ‘laters’ came and went. Yes, I am equally to blame for not bringing them up. I’m just tired of this crap between us.
And since we aren’t allowed to fight in the past, but it still bugs me I’ll say it here where you won’t see it: I’m still pissed off that you told me you were going to propose to me two years ago, and never did, and I’m scared that the same thing is happening now, even though you promised you would ask me this time.
I’m frustrated that you don’t understand how important quality time is to me. I went on holiday with my friends out of spite. I know I explained that to you already, but you don’t seem to really understand it. When I asked you what you wanted to do for a summer vacation, and you told me you weren’t going to take any time off, then ended up complaining about how you couldn’t get any time off except for every Friday, it really hurt my feelings. And I can’t even describe it well enough here. I dont’ know how to put it into words you’ll understand. And I think that’s the entire problem. I need quality time, and you don’t understand that because I can’t figure out how to express it.
Just like how I invited you to Montreal; I took that job because I figured it would be a good way for us to have a mini vacation for cheap. I know you don’t like Opera, but it’s free. Do you really think I love cars as much as you and that I was as excited as you were when I took you to the auto show last year? Really? Are you that blind? I have an interest in cars; I try to be more interested because you love them so much.
I hate not being able to talk to you. I also hate chasing you down to try to talk to you. I feel like a nag, but I don’t know how else to get you to communicate with me. I refuse to “talk” to you about this crap through email, because that never goes well. Messenger and text messages are no good, either. So that leaves over the phone or in person, and I’m not a big fan of baring my soul over the phone. So last option: in person. But wait! That’s not going to happen either because if I’m not at work, then you’re with your family or friends or _.
Sometimes I hate relationships. This is bullshit.
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I can’t wait for this effing new moon/solar eclipse to get itself sorted out. Because all the shit it’s stirring up is NASTY. Not just in my life, either.
As my friend Napoleon Dynamite would say, “GOSH!!”
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