Well, I’m sitting here, typing away on a whole lot of stuff. Forums, msn convos, etc etc. Why am I not out enjoying the beautiful weather? Because I had to go and sprain my ankle. Yeah, I should be at work right now, making some extra cash because I sure as heck need it. I don’t even know how I did it. Yesterday I noticed at work that it hurt, but didn’t pay much attention, then around supper it hurt a bit more, and I went for a walk with mom to see if that would fix it and now I can barely walk. Sooo, I guess that didn’t really help too much. I have a huge friggin’ bruise and had to miss out on the musical at the local theatre which REALLY sucks because it’s none other then Copacabana! Truthfully, I can’t afford it anyways.

Although I suppose I should say something that’s starting to get on my nerves, and that’s all these darn naysayers. It’s like they’re coming out of the woodwork these days, and truthfully it’s getting a bit ridiculous. Forget talk of the Red Cap, I’m the talk of the whole damn county! I’m not stupid. Get that through your heads.

Here’s the extent of it: I wasn’t looking to meet someone online. It just sort of happened. I’m glad it did! The environment we met on was not based on internet dating. There are no clues that would scream to me “be careful!!” but trust me, I am looking for them. I have seen a picture, I have seen his webcam. We have spoken on the phone for over 60 hours. I have spoken to his mom, and seen them on the webcam. There is no reason for me to not believe he is the real thing. A facade like this would be difficult and tiresome to keep up for 2 months.

Now about leaving. I would have only been at the Red Cap for another month which would have meant between 1000$ and 600$, in the grand scheme of things that’s not very much. I was being moved from busgirl to hostess, not waitress, which meant less money, and maybe even less hours. I hate living here, and I want to be in my apartment in Wolfville (as you can remember from this entry). I’m paying for it, I might as well be there! And besides, when am I ever going to have a chance like this again? I’m young, I have the rest of my life to work. Why stay at a job where I’m practically being demoted?

If you guys were in my shoes, I bet you would be doing the SAME EXACT THING, you just don’t want to admit it (I mean the naysayers here). I honestly can’t wait to prove ya’ll wrong. And I will.