Tommorow I fly out to Ottawa, the first leg of my trip for my four month adventure in canada and its wierd. I know I should probably think of something more eloquent and enjoyable but an over used word word seems to sum it up pretty well.

This summer I have worked two jobs, one in a factory five days a week for eight hours a day as a shift worker getting up at 5am in the morning and coming back at 2pm one week and going into work for 2pm and coming back at 10pm the next. Never work in a factory, its not fun. I spent my days packing ginger bread men into boxes and the various jobs around it (including putting the stickers on the boxes that no one reads, or making the boxes that get thrown away once they get to the shop).

My other job on the weekends was working in whsmiths a job I've had on and off for the past two years, you know its bad when you look forward to working with difficult customers.

Those seven weeks of work seemed to drag on forever but now all of a sundden I'm flying out and it hasnt quite set in, it doesnt seem real that I'll be spending the next four months in another country roughly 6000 miles from home.

Sorry its not very exciting my canadian adventure really hasnt started yet, so heres a lolcat to make things better.