on the way back on the train from toronto to london, there was a switching problem about 5 minutes away from the london destination. we were forced to sit on the train and wait for the engineers to fix the problem. when they realized, after half an hour, that they couldn't fix the problem, they had to take the train past the station and back it up. it was frustrating because i felt like just breaking through the windows and walking out to the station. my frustration wasn't so much because i was in a hurry to get somewhere. it was because i had told my father to pick me up at 6 and i was already 40 minutes late. i hate making people wait because, well, i don't like it when people aren't punctual with me. treat others the way you want to be treated. enough with the preachy bullshit.
today i realized how non-exciting my life has been the last few weeks ever since coming home from my trip. next week i will need to make a decision about full time employment. hopefully i choose the right one. more details next week (hopefully).