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Well, July of 2002 marks my return (??) to blogging after a few months off. As you may already know, my name is cale. I'm now 18, live in a small town in Southwestern Ontario, and will be attending my first year of univesity this coming september. For the first year I'll be taking general science, before declaring a major in second year. Ultimately, I hope to attend a professional school of some sort--whether that will be medicine, veterinary, pharmacy, optometry, or something similar, I can't yet say.

I work at a coffee shop in Port Stanley, a small tourist town about ten minutes from here on the shores of Lake Erie. It's nothing glamorous (far from glamorous in fact), but it's not bad for my first job. The pay's okay, and the people are very friendly. So far I've screwed up at least ten orders and nobody's said a thing.

Relations between me and my family are strained to say the least. For a variety of reasons my father and I haven't spoken for about two years. I used to think he had alot of integrity and was, though not the best father, a respectable person. Lately I've begun to wonder. My mother's a different story--in late February she kicked me out during what I can only assume was some kind of a mid-life crisis. In short, she made plans to attend a university (this would be her third degree) about 2 days from here--my response was that when she moved out, so would I, as living alone with her husband (the third one) wouldn't be tolerable to me. There was some dispute about money--child support from my father--and she told me to get out. Since then she's cancelled her plans to go to university because she was unable to complete a highschool entry level chemistry course, which she was required to take as terms of her acceptance to university, and aside from a few weeks when i was tutoring her in chemistry, we've barely spoken. As it stands now, we're in court over the issue of child support.

For a long time I hated my mother. She's been an alcoholic and drug user since I was about 2 years old, and has done many horrible things. But that notwithstanding, she is at some level a good person. She's been a nurse going on 16 years and is capable of amazing things. In a professional capacity, there is no one more decent than her, and no one more competent at their job. It's what happens in the non-working hours that is the problem: namely, her substance abuse and emotional problems which have now earned her my sympathy.

At the current time, I live with my aunt, who took me in when my mother kicked me out. However, in September she'll be moving to Kenora to teach for a year, and while she's gone she'll be letting me live in her house.

I'm single, and always have been. Sometimes I wish there was someone special in my life, and sometimes I barely have enough time for myself. I wouldn't say I'm actually looking for love, but I'm open to it if it comes along.

I also have alot of great friends, many of which I've only met in the last year. I like all the normal teenage things: movies, music, just 'hanging out', and I love to rollerblade.