Day 61
This morning I was totally jazzed up to pop on my old school cover-your-ears headphones and crank up the M.J. I put them on and sound only came out in short bursts if I bent the cord just right. Finally, (after a block) I gave up. Sometimes I hate my self for being so old fashioned. I am stuck in my ways like a 65 year old widower whose wife died 15 years ago. I still don't care what any of those young whippersnappers say I'll never switch to earbuds. They are absolutely gross, who wants to stick something in their ear when they don't have to (hearing aids come on soon enough). Plus, every time I see them I think of those young couples (clearly, I am a geriatric) who each have one of those things rammed into an ear from the same I-pod. Is that what romance has become? Don't people just hold hands? Isn't that disgusting enough with all the viruses going around and all of that? Do we really need to be spreading whatever disgusting deposits we have in our ears? Would it be too much to ask for some nice huge round headphones from my friends for my birthday? Nah, if they really love me they'll buy me the headphones. Cause last time I checked earbuds weren't noise-cancelling and they could still hear my earbud disgusting speech over their indie emo watered down pop punk pussy music.
Anyway, spent most of the day sitting through boring classes. During the first one I spent most of my time pretending like I wasn't afraid of sitting by the girl who had swine flu last week. I nearly passed out when she asked to borrow my pen. Luckily, during the second long course of the day I remembered that when I was in high school I used to take notes left-handed to cure the boredom. I started writing with my left hand and was delighted to find that my normally well-behaved seatmate took up with my suggestion to do the same. He spent a lot of time perfecting the first letter of his name. I was pleased with it until he ventured out writing coherent full words and finally (in a final slap in the face) he drew a near perfect rendition of Homer Simpson, with his left hand! Maybe this is a game I should play alone.
After dinner my friend down the hall and I decided that instead of studying we should decorate our walls. We hung up shit in an effort to make our rooms feel more like home, not really thinking that if we spend all of our time doing that we will fail out of school and have to find a new home. But, she gave me some neat oversized pictures of her native Amsterdam and a world map. I was especially pleased with the world map now I won't have to go out in the hallway when I make a new friend from a foreign country to locate their homeland on a wall map. Sure we were given world maps in grade school but, they mostly just contained the states. Sure, I can name and locate all fifty states (except the tiny New England clustered ones) but I'm not really sure where Jordan is, it's hard enough that we had to learn Puerto Rico.
There may be something strange happening in the dining hall (somehow, maybe through telepathy) the cooks have heard my complaint against VAFN (vaguely Asian food night). Tonight we had tacos. And the entire dinner time I had to listen to the Southern girl bitch and moan that me and the Norwegian stole her idea when she noticed that we had made taco salads. Really? Are you so self-righteous to think you invented a taco salad? Perhaps, what I have been bullshitting to her regarding the lack of education in the American South is actually true (I knew it all along).
I watched a movie tonight called, "My Best Friend is a Vampire" a 1987 horror spoof/teen comedy. It was awesome because Robert Sean Leonard was a baby in it with a horrible haircut and completely shitty acting skills AND Cathy Bates played a mother in the film and she was actually quite thin (that's what was creepy not the vampirism). The only problem with the whole thing is that I was joined halfway through by somebody who had (by some freak coincidence/accident?) seen the film before. During the movie, I asked aloud in astonishment, "What does the mother think?" And immediately my co-movie viewer said, "She thinks he's gay." Which totally ruined the punchline at the end of the film. I swear one day I'm gonna...I don't know what, but movie spoilers better watch their mouths before I fill them full of dryer lint and tape them shut.
Moving on, I was joined by a friend about ten minutes ago who had a question about the sexual orientation of another friend of ours. So, I started browsing around on facebook and she pulled up a seat alongside me saying that she'd never before spied on people like this. And later she admitted that it was fun. One convert for me. Hahaha. I am a pusher but unlike a drug dealer I get no monetary kick back for my efforts. Perhaps, I should contact facebook and let them know how much I contribute to their site in the way of social interactions that don't involve social interaction, isn't' that the whole idea behind the damn site?
Finally, R.I.P. Mermaid girl I wish I could've met you in another format than through your death notice on shitty yahoo.ca news. I am sure you were a wonderful girl.
-Canadian Castaway
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