Day 369

I am worried about going back to school. Not only will I have a million jobs, tons of classes, and a thesis to write I will see people I haven't seen for months. This didn't really concern me until today when I saw a friend of mine from the program that I hadn't seen in awhile. I greeted her with, "I hate you! Why don't we hang out?!" I meant, "I love you! I am super sad we don't hang around each other more often!" A nearby friend luckily translated my words for me. I wonder why I don't say what I mean? My guess is that it is the same reason I don't read long novels...too boring.

I woke up today and the weather was shit. I was so excited. I just hate when it is nice out for too long it becomes meaningless and I feel guilty for not going outside. I marched to breakfast in the rain, smiling. When I got there I declared my glee over the shittiness. I wasn't even two blocks away when I realized that I had been living a lie. Rain sucks.

I wonder if there are more disclaimers on tv shows in Canada than in the US. It seems to me that I don't recall TV shows that I love starting with a blah, blah, blah, "some viewers may find this content offensive." There is a good thing about disclaimers, everytime I see a disclaimer that a show will be offensive it makes me want to watch it. It's like a warning, "Hey! This is a show you will like!" The only thing that I don't understand is that I like The Golden Girls and yet there is no disclaimer on that.

This afternoon I went to the pub I work at to meet up with someone I went to high school with who is starting a program at my University. Still there? I know, that was a mouth full of backstory. Anyway, when I got to the pub I was attacked by my co-workers. It's not even like we're best friends but they immediately all had stories to tell me, bike handlebar grips to brag about, and ridiculously long hugs to give. If that weren't enough the 21 year old I often hit on was all over me. The pub is a super fun place when you aren't working, who knew?

I finally got to my high school acquaintance. Despite the fact that the only person she has kept in touch with from high school is someone who I am pretty sure still hates me to this day, we had a good time. She told me about her recent trips. We talked about what we had done and reminisced. We had conversations like:

Me: Can you believe we dated the same guy?
Her: Who?
Me: Seth.
Her: We never officially dated.
Me: Really? Because he was totally not over you when I went out with him.

Or my favorite conversation, that went something to the effect of:

Her: Yeah, I haven't written anything for a long time.
Me: Don't worry, writers don't write and any one of them who says that they do is a damn liar.

So, all was well except for the fact that I didn't bring the 21 year old home with me.

Tip of the Day: Sometimes it's a bad idea to look at old Facebook photos of people you have just met.

-Canadian Castaway