HOLY FUCK MY DASHBOARD!

Oh wait... No. It's the same. Whew. Got scared there for a minute. What with all the really unpleasant changes happening to all of my favourite websites lately... You know how it is.

Anyway... I had an adventure in bat-wrangling today. Bryan was too busy playing video games to be the man of the house, so I had to drag the thing angrily out from under the dryer and make it get out of the room before it decided it was warmer inside and flew back in. Then I just threw a towel on it, picked it up and carried it outside. It was epic. (I think that Faith expected me to dodge around like an idiot, but I was more competent than you would expect.)

...And that was my adventure. That is all.

...Sont Les Mots Qui Vont Très Bien Ensemble...

(Michelle, the Beatles)

Man am I ever tired of doing french homework. Like... Holy shit boredom. They tell me it's good for me. I guess they're right... If I ever work out this bilingualism thing, I'll be in good shape. I don't see that happening in the near future, though. We'll see.

Anyway! On with life!

I had a good solid three hours of sitting and chatting with a friend that I don't talk to a lot last night. We sat in the Timmy's that I used to work at and just talked and drank coffee (or hot chocolate) until 2 AM. We've decided that we are going to do an open mic night at Wilf's in September. It will be lots of fun. I will need to actually learn some songs, then. I'm actually pretty excited about it. I never get to perform anymore, so it will be good. Or maybe it will serve to remind me why I don't perform anymore. :P

I have recently had it brought to my attention that I am not very smart. I used to sort of think I was bright. I guess I'm just average, at best. Maybe even kind of slow. I think this might be a rant for a day when I don't have a french assignment to finish in a few hours. I will hopefully remember to touch on this later, because I've started it now. Later, though.

A la prochaine.

I Got a Disease Deep Inside Me

(Disease, Matchbox 20)

I think I'm dying. I have the worst immune system ever. If I didn't know that AIDS takes so long to manifest, I would swear that I had it. Random enourmous bruises cropping up, my awesome bronchitis cough back for another spin, after having been around for a solid two months only a few weeks ago, with pink eye and cold sores on top of that. It's a wonder my piercings haven't got infected yet. I am so tired of being sick... I just want to sleep for like a month, and hope it goes away. In the meantime, I will continue to work myself to death.

I'll Never Have That Recipe Again

(MacArthur Park, Richard Harris)

Finally. The essay from hell is over. I don't know what to do with myself, now.

That's a lie. I have to get better at theory and skillz... and playing. That is what I have to dedicate my time to now.

I want to make cookies, though. Perhaps a saner thing to do when bored, no?

I am so desperately tired, though. I can't seem to fit all the crap I have to do into the hours of a day. Admittedly, that is because I organize my time so badly, but it's still stressful. I think the only solution is to stop reading this dense theory junk, and start baking. Good plan.

Let it Snow

(Let It Snow, Anon.)

So, I have wasted this entire day. What are snow days for, right? I can't say that I didn't enjoy it... I just really feel like it was wasted. I practiced an hour, and that was the only productive thing I did, all day. I was in bed until around 14:30, and then sat around watching House and Borat until 17:00. I ate dinner, practiced, and read a book. Now here I am. Sounds like a total waste of 24 hours to me.

Then again, I did get to spend time with someone whom I care about very much... and can that really be called wasted time? Well... I'm being super sappy, now. :P I realize that anything else I have to say at the moment would be further sap... So that's enough.

What a Day This Has Been

(Almost Like Being In Love, Nat King Cole)

Actually, what a weekend. Big adventure, this weekend was. There was a near-accident on the way home, some interesting happenings on Friday night, a day full of chaos on Saturday, and a concert, a dinner out and an hour in the back of a car with Marcel's mother and sister. What a weekend.

Anyway... It sort of begins to occur to me that I should think about going to sleep, rather than sitting up all night watching movies and wasting my life on the internet. I just don't feel like sleeping. I have too much pent-up thought in me, that I don't really have any way of expressing.

Such is life, I guess.

Death Wish?

I am drinking a cup of mango tea. I must say, it is quite good. Let's see what comes of it. I don't even really care, at this point. I may regret it later... but what is that to me now? Aside from that, it is too late to think better of it, so why bother regretting it?

I wish I could approach everything like that. I wish I could do things, accept that they are done, and not regret it.

I made someone cry, yesterday. More than once. I regret it more than you would believe. I can't be content to just live with things the way that they are... I always fill my head full of "what if's" and it ruins everything. What if Marcel and I randomly start hating each other, and then this whole problem never comes up? Then I will have stirred up all this garbage for no reason. I made him feel so bad... That wasn't what I meant to do at all. I didn't want him upset... I don't ever want him to be that upset.

What can I do to fix this?

Happy Hump Day!

It's hump day... That means only two more sleeps until I get to go home for Thanksgiving! Hurray! This is going to be an eventful weekend/rest of week for me. I have to get all my stuff done for Skillz and Theory, before friday, and if I'm really energetic, I'll do Monday's stuff too, so I don't feel so guilty about not doing anything on the weekend. :P

At any rate, this week hasn't been so bad, thus far. I was home last weekend, and my days have been busy enough. I am still looking forward to coming home on Friday, though. There should be some awesome times. Which I will not go into detail about here. :P I guess, if I hope to get any of the stuff done that I need to do, I should get on it, instead of wasting the evening online. I really will this time, too.

I just remembered... I have a theory test on Friday... I should really study for that, too. And I wonder how I did on that Italian test the other day? I guess only time will tell.

Have a wonderful hump day!

Actonia: An Update

I think that I just might think about doing that again... I am glad to have been there, even if it was rainy, and miserable, and altogether not long enough.

Upon saying goodbye, I wondered to myself if the time that we spent together is worth all the pain when we have to say goodbye again... Then I decided that it definitely is. I think that it is worth much more.

But, this is just another way for me to procrastinate, and not do my homework, so I should probably get down to that and do some work.

Actonia!

I am going to Acton! I am so excited! (Sung to the tune of that playground taunt thing.)

Anyway... I definitely think that, looking back on things, I probably should have looked over my theory rudiments before the test... as I seem to have completely forgotten everything I once knew about intervals... and that is a problem for me... Considering we're supposed to know it backwards and forwards... Ah well. I'll catch up... I hope.

So, Acton! I am taking the bus to Acton... and I am quite excited. I miss the people there! A lot! (I don't really mean "people," when I say "people," but anyone who reads this , (no one,) will know what I mean.)

I need to go and do some crazy theory things, before theory class... So no ridiculously long ranty post for me, right now. Maybe tonight. :P

What A Day

Today is a standard Monday... I have far too many classes than is good for me, complete with a theory test that I am not at all ready for, and I have a job interview, in the only significant piece of spare time I have this afternoon. Maybe Galaxy Cinemas won't be as bad as Timmy's or McD's. I know it can't smell as bad.

The weekends are long and difficult for me. I tend to just sit in my room, wallowing in my own misery. I am quite tired of going out and meeting new people and being politely sociable. I want to be my normal, hermitty self, with the people that I already know and care about. Well, hopefully I will be able to pop by home for a visit later this week, even if I can't come back for the weekend. We'll see.

So, It's Been A While...

Yeah, it's been a long time since I've bothered to post. That is mostly because any time I have thought of something worth writing about, I have not been near the computer, so I don't bother, and forget. It also has a lot to do with the fact that I haven't had a lot of terrible days lately, so I haven't felt the urge to bitch nad whine like I usually do.

Today, on the other hand...

Would you like to hear about it? Of course you would.

I actually had a lovely day. I managed to crawl out of bed about 20 minutes later than was wise, pulled some clothes on, and went to work. I spent the better part of my day learning how to make sandwiches, and that was okay too. My entire day was just ruined at 14:45.

Some lady came in, and asked me if we would be able to call a cab for her. Me being new there, I didn't know if we could do that, so I went to ask someone about it. I couldn't find her, so I took a couple of minutes. I then came back to ask the woman what the number of a cab place was, and she told me. So I went back and clarified with the manager that I should call, and then went back out to ask the lady where she needed to go to, because apparently we needed to know that. She told me where she was going, and asked if it would take much longer, because she'd been there for like half an hour, and she could have walked there by now. (Needless to say, she had been there less than ten minutes.) So, I finally went back, and discussed the call with the manager for ten seconds or so, and then tried to call, only to hear "Your call could not be completed as dialed. Please check the number, and try your call again." So, I went out to speak to the woman about it, and said that the number didn't work, to which she replied, "Well, that is the number I call every day." And I said that it didn't work, and apologized, at which point she stormed out of the store, with a "Thanks for nothing." Directed at me.

Well, I'm sorry, I will never go out of my way to help someone ever again, for fear of the fact that something totally beyond my control would prohibit me from doing it satisfactorily. I just can't believe that she had the nerve to get angry with me, for not being able to do something for her that I clearly was under no obligation to do, or to even consider doing.

...People like her just shatter my general faith in humanity.

And that was my day.

So This is What Having a Life is Like...

So, I've been working full time for two whole days now... and I have to say, I actually kind of like it. I work at Tim's now, and it's a lot less gross and smelly than McDonald's... I don't know what to call myself now. I lack an identity. At least at McDonald's, you can be a McBitch.

Well, that's the exciting news of the week so far. I lead a boring life.

On a side note, I like ice cream.

And read the PTT comics! ...I will link to them someday, if the website ever goes up.