Day 272
Here is the amazing fun of grad school: when you realize that all of the hours you've spent this week working on your thesis were for nothing. Guess what? Compared to your original idea, all your new ideas suck. If you are lucky though, you will think that your original idea is amazing and be proud of it, instead of crying over wasted time and being unoriginal. This time, I was lucky.
At the Post Office today my co-worker and I had our second best customer ever. The best customer was the woman who kept telling us how single she was and how she was waiting for some "mister" to call her up. When her phone rang she actually squealed in glee. Turns out it was the library calling about overdue books. But today the second best customer award was handed out. Here is the transcript of what went down:
Co-worker (to me): Bad word.
Me (to her): Two bad words! (to 2nd best customer) We have to say that or text each other our bad words while we are working.
2nd Best Customer: That sucks.
Co-worker (to 2nd best customer) Here is your change.
2nd Best Customer: Have a great fucking day!
The report is in. As per my friend's urgent facebook message: Gaga Glee-style was hardcore disastrous. Okay, so now I kind of wish I would've watched it. Seriously, when did I become the type of person who wants to watch something shitty just so they can snub it? I need to re-evaluate or own up to who I am.
I was surfing facebook this afternoon and I noticed that my friend in the writing program had updated his status about every hour to say that he had been writing and it was going oh so well and he was getting so much done. I found him on chat and told him to shove it, as not everyone in the program is getting anything done and no one likes a gloater. He said, "You do realize that I get horribly depressed if I don't write." I should've said, "Yeah? Hello, many of the writers in the program get depressed if they aren't writing, and those writers are sitting at home staring at Facebook and when they see your cheery little proclimations they get a touch more depressed." I said, "Yeah, I know."
Tonight after work my brother and I Skyped. This is not an uncommon thing. We were both drinking. This is not an uncommon thing. We both got wasted, this surprizingly, is an uncommon thing. I was so drunk that I spilled half my cocktail all over my laptop. When Mom asks if I have talked to my brother I don't know whether I should mention this or not. Oh well, at this rate my brother and I will go to rehab together. I can't think of anyone I'd rather go with.
Tomorrow is the last meeting for the after school high school group I co-teach creative writing to (translation: a whole bunch of cool kids that write way better than more than half of the people in my schmancy grad school writing program). In an effort to sober up, do something productive, and make good on my promise of cake my friend and I baked a cake. A cake that will become my first ever Dirt Cake. The best part is, is that no one that I have encountered in Canada thus far has any idea what a Dirt Cake is (Oreo cookie crumbled onto top plus add gummy worms) but it is fun to tell them and have them act like I invented it. Actually, my mother never made me a Dirt Cake, probably due to the fact that it costs like 25 bucks to get all the ingredients to make a decent one. I was so appauled after discovering the cost I called my mother and left her a message saying I forgive her for never making me one.
I called my mother a few times today. She didn't answer. I called my father to see what was going on. He informed me that they were watching the season finales to all their favorite shows and could not come to the phone and the only reason he answered is because they were in a commercial break. When I called my brother earlier and asked him what he was doing he said he was watching Lost. Seriously, how was I surprized that I would get into TV writing, it's the only way for me to be in contact with my family.
Gotta go Wayne's World is on TV! Isn't it funny when a movie you have seen at least 14 times and own comes on TV and you drop everything to watch it. Alright, I have to watch Garth drink his giant blue cocktail and mouth his lines along with him.
Tip of the Day: Eating the cream out of Oreo cookies is fun. Eating the cream out of 8 Oreo cookies is the opposite of fun.
Canadian Castaway
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