Day 296
Okay so it is late and I have a short attention span so thus, the day in short segments that probably don't make any sense:
This morning I had breakfast and took off to help my lit rag friends mail out the latest issue. By the time I got there they were all almost done and there was no coffee. I got there just in time to carry boxes and have the girl in my program who condescends to me condescend to me.
The reason that my friend decided not to help with the set-up crew's outdoor activity today was because the bottle-blonde busybody from the office may show up and tell us what to do. Next time I will listen when my friends talk as I have no time to deal with folding tables having to be moved six inches.
The Post Office was just as boring as ever today, except when Skip came. Skip is what I call the tweaked out mail pick up guy replacement for our usual good-natured aging hippie mailman. Skip is wild-eyed and seems totally not present. The other day I said something about him not being around and then he showed up totally thinking I had been talking about him like I had a huge crush. Today we had a giant parcel for him. He looked totally bummed. I told him that the customs form had said that the parcel contained Legos. His eyes lit up a little and then he said, "They aren't important." On his way out he actually said, "Goodbye ladies," to me and my co-worker. To which I responded, "See ya later, Skip!" It was the first time I had called him by the name I made for him and he didn't correct me. Maybe his name really is Skip. Oh who cares, at least I have a new hobby, making up names for strangers.
Today was Friday and Friday is the day when there is a sale at the deli on campus. This particular sale day I tried a Smokie Sausage Dog for the first time. And if times should ever get really bleak I will now have something to go on for...undercooked sausage stuffed with jalapenos wrapped in a croissant blanket. Yum. Yum.
There comes a point where you sing in your room even though you know people can hear you. You'd think then you wouldn't be embarrassed to have people hear me sing I wouldn't really care if anyone saw me dancing to Lady Gaga, Avril Lavigne and No Doubt, right? Wrong.
Your fiance (translation: friend who you'll probably marry one day) is on a tour to sample wines as he is a wine buyer and the girlfriend he has that you hate has decided not to join him on the wine tour due to the fact that she doesn't really like wine. If you can't decide who (him or her) to slap line them up and get them both or be glad that you are not them.
This evening I had heard there were complaints of people sitting in the courtyard of my building. When me and my friend were doing the security rounds we barely heard these alleged intruders who were probably just people making out. Then I thought about it and even if they were doing something crazy I wouldn't have called security on them just on principle, these complainers need to start taking action and getting the help they want for themselves.
Craig Ferguson makes me want to become a famous actor so I can go on his show and touch his knee and tell him that he is gorgeous.
Okay, my apologises (apologizing is my new-found Canadian-ness coming through), I need to go to bed. Hopefully I will dream of Craig Ferguson showing up with a Smokie Sausage covered in mustard.
Tip of the Day: Write. Blog. Earlier.
-Canadian Castaway
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