Day 157
So, I know when you go into a writing program you learn that to be a writer you must produce writing but what they don't teach you is that you also must get addicted to every show on MTV.ca and watch them, by the entire season not just single episode. This is yet another item that would've been helpful to put in the informational packet about my writing program so I wouldn't have to go through feeling guilty. But, when you put on your leggings and bust out with some dance moves along with the cast of Taking the Stage it will make you feel better. And, in your own room you are just as much of a ballerina as Jasmine but her eyeliner job will always be better.
A friend and me hung out today on our stroll through town he said that he really wants to teach writing someday. I told him I didn't want to but he reminded me that it pays the bills. He then said that he didn't know what was going to happen but he could either teach for a living or find a sugar daddy. We decided that it would be best if he ask his advisor for tips on finding an old guy with money. I am wondering if my advisor has any advice as to how I can make a living watching MTV and if she doesn't maybe I can switch to my friend's advisor and snag up an old prune with a Jaguar and foreign bank accounts.
My friend and I hit up a few book shops on our walk. This after being given a lecture about how bed bugs can live in books and if you buy a used copy of anything you should put it in a ziploc and keep it in the freezer for two weeks. So, in the store I inspected every page of the book I was to purchase and even shook it out in case of any bugs. Now, if only I had a freezer...I would use the community fridges but I am too afraid to find out if they already contain books in bags.
Okay so remember when I first moved into residence and I thought it was so surprisingly wonderful well that naivety ended this week. I am so sick of it here. At first the high school mini dramas were exciting and now that I have become a main character in so many of them I want to quit the cast. I am so sick of this clique forming and petty fights and the fact that I truly want to unfriend the friggin Indian dudes, that I think it may be easier to take my chances with the bed bugs of apartment buildings and get the hell out before it gets any worse before anybody breaks up with anybody and I have to take sides, before the one Indian guy tries to facebook chat me again, or the other one over-reacts to something stupid again and sends me a creeper email, before I have put myself at my own dinner table just to avoid saying hello to someone I hate or before I get up on my lonely table and point fingers going around the dining room telling each person why they suck and what I would do to them if I were God.
It seems like yesterday when I thought google talk video chats with my little brother were the best thing in the universe besides smores. Today we popped up video and we each held up a few items to the camera until we realized that with our first video chat we'd already exhausted all of the interesting items to hold in front of the camera. We'd also already made all sorts of funny faces and even our extreme close-ups just got dull after awhile. Finally, in a desperate attempt to stay awake my brother showed me some creepy paintings of women he bought at a shoddy thriftstore. I am unsure what my next move should be here, do I need to go out and find interesting items and haul them home? Should I move? Should I not answer when he calls me on chat? Should I say my camera is broken? Maybe I could sabotage google talk or get a superhero to do it for me. Yeah, that sounds doable I wonder if superheros advertise on craigslist.
Derby Training Day 8 (?) or 9 (?):
My "let's go skating in the parking ramp next door" date with a friend was rained out so tonight I put on my skates and tricked myself into thinking that I felt comfortable on them. Then I took them off. The end.
Between my busy schedule of The Buried Life and Taking the Stage I was able to hike it up to the Student Union Building to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail on the big screen. Not only did I see it but my stalker got me in for free as he was working the ticket counter. Now, this film has always had a fond place in my shriveled, black heart as it was the movie that me and one of my high school boyfriends used to check out from the public library and watch together while drinking Welch's grape juice and making out. Tonight I even had a Welch's grape soda while viewing (not the same as juice). Sadly, I didn't have anyone to make out with (I guess I could've asked my stalker but he looks like a vampire). I suppose I could've tried for the drunk undergrads but I was too busy changing seats (3 times) to avoid them to latch on to any. Seriously, it's fine if you laugh loudly but if you yell, repeating every punchline on screen, I will get the rifle out. They are just lucky I am cheap or they all would've been coated in Welch's grape and I would be the one laughing the loudest instead of being the coward who moves seats. One day, I will make enough money to buy buckets full of Welch's and get my revenge or at least my sugar daddy will.
Tip of the Day: When you buy a slice at the pizza shop before closing expect it to be the worst thing you've ever consumed and then maybe it will taste at least it will be alright.
-Canadian Castaway
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