Step 1:  Dream Creation Station: Create yourself a very desirable dream that does not seem far from reality.
- My boyfriend is going on a work term in a some-what isolated community, I am out of class, looking for a summer job.  The thought of being separated for another four months is nearly unbearable, since I am not bound to anything this summer, why not tag along?




Step 2:  Draw Your Map
- To make this vision a reality many things have to be accomplished.  First, the boyfriend has to want you to go with him.  That's a big one.  You need a place to say, a job, and someone to rent your room over the summer.  So far, the boyfriend does want me to come (Yay!), I do have a place to say, job prospects are looking good, and someone has agreed to rent my room.  All systems are go!




Step 3:  Set Sail For Your Final Destination
- You have to leave at some point, so why not now?  I am currently en route!




Step 4:  Failure to Present Written Agreement
- So here is where I dropped the ball.  I had arrangements for someone to sublet my room for the summer.  Most of the arranging happened in person as well as on the phone.  When I began sending emails with important information, such as rent payment methods, and received no replies, I began to worry a little that my subletter was not going to forward his money in time.


For a little closure I decided to call my subletter to verify that he indeed receive the emails and was ready to pay the first months rent.  Within seconds of the conversation he informed me that he had been sending me emails as well, apparently neither of us had been getting these emails.  My subletter continued to inform me that two days after agreeing to sublet my room, he changed his mind and accepted another more permanent living arrangement and had emailed that information to me.    Because the emails are lost somewhere in cyberspace, I have no written agreement on the arrangements that were made and it is simply my word against his, which may or may not hold up in court if it had to.


As I said earlier, I have not been receiving his emails.  As I said even earlier, I am already en route, which makes problems like this catastrophic.




Step 5:  Have a Great Landlord.
- Although it is difficult to do, choose a landlord wisely.  My landlord is expecting income from me, he had already warned me that it is my responsibility to pay rent regardless of who is living in my room.  Through all of the stress myself and my roommates have put him through these past few months, he has managed to remain calm, which in turn calms me in this very stressful time.  That's about as good as I can ask for right now.




Step 6:  Believe in the Power of the YES
- I really mean have faith, pray, believe things will work out, but there's a cool video involving the prior.  I am still posting ads online, calling everyone I can think of, trying to fill my room from a distance.  And I have to say, I have wonderful people around willing to help in any way possible and I am very thankful for that.




I definitely have been screwed over in the most inconvenient way, but all in all, it's just a bump along the road to my final destination.
May you all learn something from this guide, even if it is just the YES dance.


Cheers.

School is so long gone that marks are already out and I still haven't managed write a decent post.  I have been busy with packing and organizing and whatnot, but I just have no interest in writing any postable topic.  There were a few attempts, however, the drama in my life right now consists of failed friendships and annoyance with my parents, and although sometimes it's good to vent via blogger I do respect the privacy of the people in my life and feel that I should keep my thoughts on these topics off the web.  For now.

As an apology I will leave you with a video.  Although a little repetitive, this video contains the melody that managed to get me out of my two-day-slump, I hope it does some good for you as well.

I'm not going to lie, I am definitely one of those people who lives vicariously through other people's lives.  It's not that I am incapable of doing exciting things in my own life, I do have goals/dreams (see last post), but for some reason or another, I never really get around to experiencing the things I'd like to experience.


I began to notice the extreme degree to which I live vicariously just last semester.  I was at the mall, chatting with a friend whom I haven't seen since his excursion to Europe at the end of Summer.  Although this individual had a rather odd trip, avoiding the most usual tourist-y places, I was eager to learn every detail about it since, I myself, have never had the opportunity to experience Europe first-hand.  It was his response to my prompting him to tell me even more about his trip that he stopped and said "Are you sure you want to hear more?  Most people just say "oh, what a trip!" after I mention my near-fatal car accident...".  I assured him that I don't get out much, and would indeed like to hear more as later I'll probably just live vicariously through his stories.


Pretty pathetic, but true.  I probably tarnished any degree of coolness I appeared to possess when I mentioned my satisfaction of vicarious living.


A second extreme and pathetic incident in which I noticed exactly how insane my satisfaction of vicarious living is getting was what prompted the idea for this post.  I shall paint the picture for you:


I'm at my boyfriend's house, sitting on his bed after finishing what seemed like endless hours of studying (which in reality was probably just one or two), he is sitting at his computer desk reviewing notes.  His feet are happily perched upon the edge of the bed, toes looking right at me. (Literally, I drew a happy face on his big toe earlier tonight.)
While looking at Tim's feet, I let my mind wander back to a time when Emily and I would take turns in massaging each other's feet.  Emily had a special trick for me, she'd pull my toes to make them crack, (if you have never experienced this oh so delightful feeling in your toes, I encourage you to walk up to Emily's house and demand she pull your toes), anyhow, as expected, I got the urge to have my own toes pulled.
If you have never attempted to pull your own toes, trust me, it is very difficult and unsatisfying.  So I proceeded to pull Tim's toes to watch him enjoy the feeling, and, since I am so easily satisfied in living my life through another person's, my urge to have my own toes pulled diminished.


Yep.  Pretty sad.

On the side of my Facebook News Feed page, there is a Livingsocial ad for a local bucket list.  This ad made me realize that I have never actually created my own bucket list, despite my constant rambling of how there are many things I would like to do in life.  Since today is a somewhat flop, I think I'll create my bucket list as a post so you can all see.  :)