Day 274
Working in the morning sort of sucks until you realize an hour has gone by since you got there and you don't remember any of it because you weren't really awake. You wake up pretty quick when your boss abandons you and when she finally returns and you ask for help she treats you like a nagging 3 year old. But, if you tell her you actually act like a nagging three year old by saying if you need to do another Change of Address or MoneyGram order you will quit, she takes all the hard jobs for you and tells you not to quit. Well, that is until she remembers that she predicted you wouldn't last through September and she'll tell you she was right.
This afternoon I went to a coffeeshop to study and discover how old and jaded I am despite a customer at the post office who told me that I was not yet jaded (mostly due to the fact that I hadn't worked there long enough). I sat myself up next to a couple and a single woman who both looked like they were quietly studying. Turns out the woman was on her cellphone and after that had her child come in who cried until she gave the child a cellphone. If that wasn't distracting enough, the girl of the couple had her feet resting in her man's crotch under the table. I couldn't help but keep looking over to see if anything was going on. I couldn't get much done in this atmosphere too distracting so I packed up and left trying not to think that the watching the couple not really do anything sexual was the most action I've gotten in a long while.
After I visited that coffeeshop I stopped at another one on the way home to visit my hippie friend from the program. This place is super generic with nothing on the walls and a clean feel to it. I asked my friend what she was doing and she made me take her earbuds and listen to some new agey knock off reggae music. Then I asked her if she was working on any writing. She said, "No, I'm listening to this music and meditating, trying to channel good vibes." I am not really sure how you are supposed to respond to that. Did I mention that this is one of the very few people in my program actually making money off of her writing?
At supper this evening a few interesting things happened, here are the highlights:
-My friends and I decided to make a scavenger list for the flea market on Saturday, my ideas for the list included half-empty bottles of shampoo and used bathing suits. On the list also a crown or trophy to give to the winner of this hunt. I hope this is the dingiest flea market in the world. Is that make me gross or weird? I guess it doesn't really matter. All I have to say is that I plan on getting my moneys worth out of the 60 cent entrance fee.
-Along with the flea market conversation stemmed a separate conversation regarding puzzles. At first our plan was to buy up all the puzzles at the flea market, put them together, and see how many pieces were missing. Then we decided that we should probably open up a singles bar called Uzzle (Note: the missing piece "P") where all you do is drink, meet other singles, and put together puzzles.
-I had my first bison burger. It was well, besides chewy, neverending. I ate and ate and finally had to give up and I swear I saw a few strands of cooked grass in it. Maybe I got the hoof.
-The guy who always looks so shocked at everything I have to say told me that I have not changed one bit since I got to Canada and probably haven't changed much in my entire life. I am not sure if this means that I have stayed true to my character or if he thinks that I haven't done anything at all since arriving here. Obviously, he wasn't aware that I had just eaten my first hoof burger that was a big change.
For some unknown reason I have been listening to Led Zeppelin all night long. Of course, their music kicked ass, but what about Jimmy Page and Robert Plant's hair (especially Plant's blonde mane)? I mean seriously, look back at bands from this era and think about the fact that their hair was long, yes, but geez it had volume and curls. Did they get perms? What kind of shampoo did they use? Did they even have volume-enhancing shampoo back then? If I were more rock n roll (come on, I am as rock n roll as they come) would I just know how they got such wonderful locks? But, as far as I am concerned when rockers hair started getting flat so did their music.
Some bitch is degrading my brother via his facebook wall. She says he is a "waste of air" and a "thief" and she hopes he gets fired. She even said, "I hope your parents are embarrassed to have you as a son!!!!" I don't know if I should step into this argument or be amused. Judging from the fact that my brother is leaving this on his wall he may think this crazy bitch is hilarious. Certainly her use of extraneous exclamation marks is hilarious. The fact that her profile pic is her grimacing just adds to the hilarity of her conflict. I just have one thing to say to her, "Cross the line crazy bitch and I'll cut yah!!!!!!!"
Before I go two things that annoy me:
1. The fact that "green" people take road trips.
2. They are making a movie out of Marmaduke the comic strip. A. It's NEVER funny. and, B. Does that mean that other shoddy comics will make it to movie format? The day Family Circus makes its cinematic debut is the day that I no longer watch films.
Tip of the Day: If you make a ton of money buy me a copy of Fast Times at Ridgemont High: A True Story. Please, oh please. Santa sent all my letters back with "Return to Naughty Girl."
-Canadian Castaway
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