Flooding

I am back after a two month break! Praise your god of choice if you so desire.

I wonder if I'd be more inclined to write here more often if I got more comments? Probably not, but it couldn't hurt.

Where should I start? Well, I am back to writing in English because I received feeback from one of my trusted readers, which stated that the blog was more enjoyable in the language of the natives here. Well. Who knows what the language of the natives here is. Anyway.

Right now, we have three dehumidifiers going in our laundry room/hallway. This due to an unfortunate event taking place on Saturday night, that is, yesterday. Chris and I spent most of the day in West Vancouver, looking at trees and sights and views and stuff. We were actually looking for a specific park, but ended up walking for such a long time before even reaching it, that we turned back and came home without seeing it. Well, when I came home, I proceeded to walk towards the laundry room, and as my foot hit the carpet outside the room, I had to let out a slight shout of surprise, as it felt as though my foot had descended onto a large bog. Our carpet was soaked.

Turned out the water heater tank in the laundry room had given up on life, and started a slow expulsion of its contents onto our floor. As such, we had to eat our sushi and drink our wine with a plumber in the adjacent room, and there was no hot water in the house until the following morning (today) around noon. It felt like being back on Lövlandet, boiling water and not being able to shower.

In other news, I visited the dentist a few days ago, and it seems that either Canadians cannot take care of their teeth, or dentists here go a long way to flatter their patients in order for them to want to book another appointment, because I was overwhelmed by comments of how wonderful my teeth were. "Her teeth are amazingly nice", was one of them. My dentist smelled of onions and argued with other patients in front of me. And neither the dentist nor the dental assistant were able to locate a single of my fillings. I was in an open room, with no closed doors, and it just felt so much less professional than Finland and dad's office. Yet another example of how sloppily things are done here.

(Continued on Monday)
And so we come to school news. I still don't like my school. I feel like I'm in kindergarten. Right now we're watching some loud making-of-something-video that I have no idea what it is or why it is. We have tons of homework this term, but little time to do it because of all the other homework we have to do. Right now I should have two posters, two illustrator-documents, one javascript file, one flash website, one dreamweaver website, and one audio file done for this week alone. Jesus christ webdesigner help me.

Oh and I got a job. Good timing eh? I haven't a clue so far what it is that I will actually be doing, but my title is "research assistant". I will be helping out at a department here at BCIT for a maximum of 8 hours a week. It shouldn't be too bad, especially since my dreamweaver and javascript courses are both ending this week.

Betcha I could write a whole lot more on here since I've been away for so long, but I'll just conclude with saying that "ridiculous" has become one of my most used words lately. It refers to most everything going on in Vancouver. For example, Chris and I went out to an observatory on Friday night, because the sky was clear, and the observatory is supposed to be open every Friday and Saturday night when it is clear. Well, it wasn't. There was no info as to why, and nobody answered the phone number you are supposed to call to check if it's open, and we left and went for sushi instead. Ridiculous.