Day 60
I just finished my candy stash except for a few Zotz and some disgusting gummy turtles that I will choke down when the Zotz are gone. I may pass out from a sugar high or crash into diabetic shock at any moment, but if you are around and happen to have some Milka chocolate come on by. Anyway, here goes:
This morning I woke up to 34 facebook notifications, that's what it must be like to be popular I thought putting on my imaginary Homecoming Queen tiara and making a sash out of my pirate shark towel. I clicked on thinking, I'd better suck up to my constituents. Turns out when you post up pics at 3 am people tag themselves and when people tag themselves you get notified. Not all of it was tagging though, some of it was caption conversations my so-called friends were having with each other. It's lonely at the top.
Let's see what else...
We death-marched to Starbucks it started to rain halfway there. If it rains everyday why is it so hard to remember to bring an umbrella? Wait, don't answer that, I come out looking bad if you do.
Starbucks has a ridiculous amount of mugs for sale that say "Starbucks". One time I went into a Starbucks with a mug from somewhere else and the entire three person staff commented on it. There is an advertisement for Starbucks in Starbucks that says something like, "Who would taste 250 cups of coffee to find just the right beans?" and then provides no answer. How is that rhetorical?
At supper we had veggie bratwursts (kind of like dog food that has been soggified and then put into the shape of a wiener and baked to have a hard shell). They didn't taste good but they threw nicely across the dining hall. If I didn't live with a bunch of nerds who never broke the rules dinner could've actually been fun.
So instead of going to choir practice (I've realized I am more of a solo artist) I went to the TV room to watch, "School of Rock" on TBS. Turns out we don't get TBS which was fine by me as I am getting to be an excellent surfer. But, my skills go appreciated by the un-American people. Apparently, some (foreign) people are just satisfied watching one program which would be totally fine if "Intervention" was on, but if it's not we have to make do. Anyway, they got their revenge by making me watch some boring British show for like 10 full minutes without flipping. They have inadvertently found an American torture tactic, I hope my straightface held, if not America may be in danger.
I really resent sometimes how girly I can be. No, I'm not talking about makeup or my frequent trips to Claires, but the fact that I cannot sit through an action film, EVER. Not even if that action film is based on a comic book cause let's face it I like girly non-superhero comics no matter how much I pretend like I know about Batman and Spiderman and the like I am just a lying poser, guy comic fan wannabe. (How many Hail Mary's does that confession warrant?) Tonight I tried, seriously I tried, to watch the latest Transformers movies. I walked out after a half an hour nearly shaking from either lack of candy or comedy, hard to say which. Maybe I'll give it a shot another day with something a little more tame like, Batman Returns, I think Danny DeVito's in that one, he's funny, right?
-Canadian (wussy girl) Castaway
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