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My More Detailed Update!



I can hear the train from here, it shakes the ground like an earthquake blowing its horn like a trumpet, telling the world to get out of its way. It runs by my house, right behind it, so that if I look out of the window I can see it like a giant centipede making its way into the city. Most people probably would find it a hindrance, having this train run behind their house, but I like it, it shows me something of the world outside of my new abode. Telling me that beyond the desolate winter strewn horizon of hibernating plants, rolling hills and leaf less trees that out there, resides life. The clouds above me threaten storm, but weather it be rain or snow, time has yet to tell. The air outsides tugs at your body and bites at your fingers trying to take the warmth from within from you forever. Walking outside is like diving into an icy river, it completely shocks the body, and practically gives you an Ice cream headache just from stepping out into the out door world.
So different is this place from many of those places I have been to, the moderate air of California, and the quaint humidity of the south have no place in this land. Yet it is beautiful in its own way, the sky here, goes on forever, and I have seen more stars light up in the sky than I have seen in any other place where I have lived. The country landscape boasts fertile ground, with wild bails of hay strewn throughout the fields. The daisys, which grow wild here, unlike in California or Louisiana, run rampant throughout the ground popping up in the most unexpected places to give life to this winter world. I reside in a quite suburb 15 miles outside of Edmonton Alberta, a place right between Spruce grove and stony plain. It is quite beautiful and serene here, with little to no disruptions, placed in an area surrounded by wild fields and groves of trees. At night when one looks out the window one can see the trees take on all the colors of the sunset as the night comes alive with the sounds of the animals that share the area with us.
The people here are so much different than the Americans, who trust no body and glare at everybody. People whom you pass on the streets, even those you dont know will wave, smile and wish you a good day. Even the elderly are no quite so bitter here, they dont hold us young ones in quite the distain that the American elderly do. All around everybody here hate Bush, and that I love! Even out here in Suburbia people arent conservative. Conflicts which run high in the United states never even are voiced here, for it seems like those issues just dont have any ground here. There are no billboard ads opposing abortion, nothing on the news against gay marriage, and no stories about the poor people whom arent fortunate enough to be covered by insurance, because here, no matter how poor you are, you get health insurance. It is quite disgusting how far behind America seems now that I am here.
The house that we are living in is brand new, they finished it just days before we moved in. The price is great, in California this same house would have gone for 500,000. Its a nice size 1250 on top and the same in the basement where I live. Here the house only costs 250,000 which is quite remarkable for in California it seems like the only thing you can get for that amount is a Shack.
Unfortunately our moving van has yet to arrive here, in fact it hasnt even left California, and isnt supposed to get here until November 1st. So its just me and the sleeping bag typing away on my lap top. Its funny because the train goes by at night and shakes the ground upon which I sleep on, which would be disgruntling if it didnt feel so much like a damn back massage. So far it has yet to bother me.
The big puddle in our back yard froze over last night, which is really different for me because in Sacramento, water barely ever freezes even in the midst of January. It is about 30 degrees Fahrenheit right now, and is really quite cold for me, yet all the Canadians seem to be getting along quite fine, its as if their skin was made of fucking leather. It sucks because stupid Americans still are using Fahrenheit and Miles, and now I have to learn what every other country goes by, Celsius and Kilometers. I dont understand why America wont just change to the measurements the rest of the world goes by, it would be so much easier. Anyhow I guess learning this wont be so bad, it is just kind of difficult, especially when the road sign says 100, which one like me would automatically think, okay 100 miles per hour, Fuck yea! Which really in the Canadian measurement system means 100 Kilometers, which would transfer to about 60 miles per hour. Then there are the turn signals, when turning, you dont have the right of way, you basically have to wait until the road clears and then go, making your way into the middle of the street like your on some sort of suicide mission than quickly turning before the next batch of cars makes its way to the intersection. I am just thankful that I I dont have a car here, and my mother has to drive me around, because I know for sure I would miss calculate something and run head on into a big rig, bus or something else big and deadly. However, it is good for the other side of the road that can keep going while you are turning, because they dont have to wait for you to turn, they only have to pray that you wait until they go by than to bore on ahead and turn into you, it does keep the traffic down, but to me it seems a bit like Russian rulet with cars.
It has been said that VNV nation will be playing in the Area sometime in November, I have heard that they tour around Canada a whole lot, which I am really stoked about because they are one of my absolute favorites. I am glad, because the last time they were in concert in San Francisco, I had tickets and everything, but developed a fever of 104 the night of the concert. It sucked so badly! However I am hopeful that I will be going to the concert here. That reminds me that I need to pick up their Future perfect album again for my copy has been listened to so much that the CD is beginning to flake apart.
One thing I am absolutely happy about is the fact that I can legally drink here, and am taking much advantage of that. Not getting drunk, but drinking none the less, it helps when sleeping on a hard floor without a bed. I still need to go into the City and check out some of the clubs, but I guess that will happen all in its own time. As so far I am quite happy here, even with the winter sky and the train rattling by. My only hope is that I will make some friends here, for I get awfully lonely with naught but my many books to keep me company.