I'm really proud of the fact that I've written more this year than any of year I've had this blog.

So last night my mom and I were looking at Christmas lights and when we were driving we were talking about the future.

2014 is going to be a big year for my family! My brother is moving to the coast, my mother is moving to where I'm living, my father and his new family are moving there as well.

2014 is the year my entire family says goodbye to Alberta and this goddamn hell hole of a town for good. We'll have no reason to go back!

My mother's business is officially sold, and she's now officially retired. She's hoping to move out in spring or summer (depending when she sells the house/finds a place to live).

The person I'll be rooming with next year will actually be moving in at the end of April which is exciting and brings up a question.

Am I going home to Alberta for summer?

I asked my mom when she was thinking of moving and she answered with "spring or summer, depending" and that's when I asked my question aloud.

She asked me what I wanted to do, but apparently, as soon as the words were out, and hanging in the air before me, I knew.

Fuck no. I was definitely not going back to Alberta for summer. Fuck it! Fuck everyone in this fucking town! Fuck them and their buzz kill qualities! Fuck them for being pieces of shit.

Fuck Alberta for holding hicks galore, and fuck the oil and gas industry for making them feel like they're the fucking best.

Fuck it! I'm staying in BC, I'm living in my goddamn apartment, with myyyyy new roommate. I'm going to sand my fucking oak coffee table, stain the hell out of it, make it beautiful as hell and get drunk by the beach.

Yeah, I'll come visit B, and get my hair cut in Alberta because I loveeeeee my hairdresser here, but that's it.

All I need from Alberta is a place to road trip to to see the mountains.

That's it.

And I'm going to trip 'er down to the coast for a bit in the summer, and depending on who I meet and how much money I have saved, I'll trip 'er down to Oregon too. Goddamn it.

This is a new chapter, and I'm excited about realizing it. I'm excited to be done with what seemed like an eternity with the fuckers who live here.

I'm so done. And it's awesome.

FUCK KALEY. FUCK KYLER. FUCK IZZY. FUCK EVERYONE.
FUCK NICOLE AND HER GODDAMN FUCKING FAMILY OF SHIT, WHO ROB PEOPLE OF THEIR MONEY.
YEAH BITCH, I KNOW ABOUT THAT SHIT. MY MOM'S YOUR FUCKING ACCOUNTANT.
FUCK ALL THE FAKE FUCKS WHO ARE SO GODDAMN SWEET TO YOUR FACE THAT YOU END UP WANTING TO BARF ALL OVER THEIR CHEAP ASS SHOES.
FUCK THE MEMORIES OF MY FRIENDS WHO RUINED MY LIFE AND MADE ME SORE AND UNTRUSTING AND COLD AND SAD AND EVERYTHING BAD.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR BABY JESSICA.
FUCK YOU.
I HOPE YOU DIE I REALLY DO, BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT, I'LL HATE YOUR GUTS FOR ETERNITY.
AND FUCK YOU HAILEY FOR BEING AN ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT. I HATE YOU, I ALWAYS HATED YOU, GET OVER IT.
FUCK THE HICKS WHO ARE SO GODDAMN FULL OF THEMSELVES. FUCK EVERYONE WHO WILL AMOUNT TO NOTHING WITH THEIR GODDAMN BACHELOR'S OR COMMERCE.
FUCK YOU.
I KNOW YOU'RE ALL CHEATING YOUR WAY THROUGH IT. YOUR ENTIRE GRAD CLASS IS WITH YOU EVERY STEP OF THE FUCKING WAY.
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GO FAR IN LIFE. YOU DON'T THINK, YOU DON'T LEARN, YOU DON'T WONDER,

YOU DON'T THINK

I'm soooooo over it. And it feels good. Rot in hell bitches, oh wait, you're already there.

- Mint.