Location: US and Canada, a nomad really. To be discussed...thoroughly.
Age: 25 (well hello worst age of my life thus far)
Marital Status: Common Law (read: living in sin with my boyfriend for almost 2 years - holy propose already)
Education: BSc, plus a little bit of an MA (little bit? Quick, angry version: I had NO CHOICE but to withdraw from a US masters program because I am Canadian. I may choose to later put this uni on blast so that I might be compensated for the money spent preparing for and writing the GRE, on getting my pre-reqs, and of course, in tuition for the courses I did complete. Woo-saa girl, woooo-saaaa).
Reason for blogging: Too many here. Because I'm too old to write in my diary? Because I can't tolerate another day of twitter's character limit and want to write about nothing using as many characters as I want? Because a friend from university once told me I should start a blog and I haven't gotten it out of my head ever since? Yes to all, but really...the main reason is probably my boyfriend. He plays hockey in the NHL. Since we met, my life has been turned upside down. I left my hugemungo family, my incredible friends, my uber-active (but probably not so liver-healthy) social life, my medical school aspirations, and my very well-paying, full-time job. I love this boy more than anything in the world (yes, even more than my ragdoll kitty) and I don't regret my decision (at least not yet, please God!) but I could sure use a cathartic outlet at times. I also have a s&*@load of free time to write about nothing. #hockeywaglife
gou·lash* [goo-lahsh, -lash]
n.
n.
1. A stew of beef or veal and vegetables, seasoned mainly with paprika.
2. A mixture of many different elements; a hodgepodge.
3. The term I chose to define the random, themeless blog I am starting.
4. The only word suggested to me on thesaurus.com that I actually liked. Salmagundi came a close second, while potpourri just reminded me of the christmas-scented shrubby stuff I would use to fill my mother's little glass bowls as a maid child.
5. One of my boyfriend's favourite dishes (yes babe, I know it's spelled Guláš, yes babe I know Czech is the best country in the world, no babe there is nothing that compares to Czech food...yes, you're better at Jenga.)
