Am I allowed to use that word? Meh.

First things first: My dear Uncle, should you read this: I don't know what it is of mine that you found online and took an issue with. I was an angsty teenager, and I wrote a lot of things reflecting that. But whatever it was it does not EVER in any way give you the right to suggest to my Mum that she is a bad Mum. My parents are wonderful, excellent people who did their very best with me. If I couldn't see that as a teenager, you should have realized that I was 16 and had a lot of growing up to do. All teens whine about their parents. If you were seriously concerned about something, you should have spoken to me about it, preferably at the time, and not brought it up to my mother (grandmother?) several years later.

Anyway, for anyone who ISN'T a nosy relation, you're free to disregard that.

Um, so. Life. Moving in three days. Supposed to be packing. Not, obviously.

London. That's scary... People keep telling me I'll love it, but I'm definitely not so sire. It's... large. It's got about 200,000 more people than St Thomas. I don't like people, how am I supposed to deal with that many?

Was going to have a job at the Superstore at Oxford and Gammage, but they flaked out at the last minute. Typical Loblaws. Might take a job at their Photo Studio, though.

Ought to go get something done now.

Love you all a million and one, unless you've been telling stories behind my back about things you read in my blog (I'm really quite angry, can you tell?),

Katie