Day 67
You know what sucks, when the best your hair looks all day is right before you go to sleep. Anyway, I've been sort of a cop out blogger lately. I've mostly been hung up on false emotions and going to parties. I hate parties. I have a theory about parties that everyone goes and gets drunk and then the next day when they are asked if they had a good time the answer is always, "Yeah, it was awesome," or some other such similar bullshit but that's not ever the case. Maybe I'm just bitter or tired or hateful or old but parties suck.
Anyway, my first real sober day of the weekend and nothing much exciting happened. I woke up after four hours of sleep and wrote for four hours and then walked to get food, but on the way back I was confronted with a huge swarm of crows. They were all on a tiny patch of land and flying in fast right in front of me. It was just like "The Birds" (except I am not some skinny hapless blonde bitch). I thought about walking in the street but decided to tough it out. I imagined one of the leering birds flying up and attacking and then the swarming would ensue. I imagined a headline on shitty ass yahoo.ca news, "B.C. Woman Killed by Crows" but, nothing happened. I should probably be happy about that, right?
I attempted to kick myself off of facebook again today and failed, again. I thought if I posted that I would be kicking myself off facebook until 5:30 PST that it would somehow make it official. It's really hard to tell what time I actually gave in because as it turns out we are on daylight savings time. So, my microwave says one time, my computer another, and my cell phone another. I could change them back but I think it would make my life too easy.
So, I pretty much spent the day playing with my stories. So, at supper I was a zombie. But, instead of just sitting alone and not interacting with anyone I sat right next to two people I can't stand to talk to and on the other side of me sat a threesome (not like that) speaking Spanish. I told the two I hate talking to that I was just really tired from partying (which was true, but I am really never too tired to chat) but, I still had to hear the Spanish. I love Spanish but it really sucks that I understand over half of what is said because that part that I don't understand makes me feel like a moron.
Before the dinner debacle I hung out with a few friends that I actually wanted to talk to and I got some new software. I also learned that my computer has a hard drive (whatever that means) and I was wondering how they came up with the term "hard drive" sounds like a nasty fetish porn. I should look up what these hard drives are and see if there is a porn. Guess, I'm all booked up tomorrow.
Anyway, when I finally got to my door I saw him...my boyfriend. Quasi-boring backstory: A friend of mine was a wizard for Halloween and bought the cheesiest fake beard imaginable, which is great but all the better when the packaging has a picture of some creeper from the 1980's on it sporting the beard with hair that clearly doesn't match the beard color. My friend put up the beard guy on my door with this scrawled on it with an arrow, "Emily's boyfriend." Geez, I didn't even have to go out any actual dates or post an ad on craigslist and I got a good looking sophisticated guy. What a lucky girl I am.
In other news, I finally saw St. Elmo's Fire tonight and Judd Nelson is really not that hot as a whorish young Republican. Emilio Estevez can really squeeze his thighs into some tight pants. No matter how they dress up Ally Sheedy to be a good girl I don't buy it. Demi Moore's voice sounds like a quit smoking ad. And, according to American cinema writers are always sexy, brooding types. I wonder how I come off.
-Canadian Castaway
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