Day 373

Since I have been living in this residence building many academic-types have said something to the effect of, "Oh, you are a writing major? So you get to sit around and write stories and stuff, that sounds like so much fun!" Most of the time I want to slap them and say, "Really, fucker? You think this shit is fun or easy? You think that it would be MORE difficult for me to study a subject like Mathematics that actually has some answers and correct ways of doing shit or at least pointers to know you are on track?! Go to hell!" But today, after I realized the freeing revelation that everything I have been doing towards my thesis was completely the wrong thing to do, I actually thought, "Yeah, I get to sit around all day and think up and write stories, I am lucky."

After I put everything in order and for the millionth time thought for sure that I am on track (who knows if you keep trying something's gotta work, right?) I went to the corporate movie store where I am on a cheap deal and milled around looking for tons of shit they don't have. Then, I went to the thriftstore and milled around for tons of shit they don't have. Finally I wound up back on campus to realize a few things:

-I don't care who sees me buying feminine hygiene products anymore. Maybe it stemmed from when I was a young teen and my mother and I used to go shopping and instead of pulling out a pen to write her check she'd accidentally pull out a tampon in front of cute checkout boys but somewhere along the way I got embarrassed to buy girl shit. Now, I look at it more like a game when I bring my damming products up to the checkout boy I almost want to be like, "Yeah, that's right I may be on my period right now and you have no idea what I may do next..."

-The campus is overtaken by undergrads. I am not really okay with this because I don't really want to have to navigate my way around children carrying cheap beer cases but I do like the parents that are coming along with them. When I was at my favorite hideaway on campus today I noticed an older couple (obvious parents) who were waiting around for their daughter to call them. The Dad was then sent out on a mission and left. The daughter came in and took the mother with her. Then, the father returned to the cafe looking for them and I could hear cursing under his breath.

-For the past few days tons of people have been telling me that I need to be more social. Today I even had a guy who hasn't lived in my building for at least two years but comes to dinner every night tell me that I should really go to the orientation events my residence is having. I asked him why and he said, "Because it will be less awkward." "What will be less awkward?" "Things like talking to people at dinner," he said. "It's one or two hours of your life and it will save you so much hassle," he added. I am not sure what "hassle" he is talking about. If you don't talk to anyone you don't have any hassle. Actually, what I should've said to him is, "Well, is there an orientation to make this interaction less awkward and hassle-ly?"

I did socialize this evening and by socialize I mean, I went to see my anti-social friend. We watched a shitty dance movie together and drank Coke. We even talked for hours. That's right, I can be social people, sometimes I just don't want to be social with social people.

Tip of the Day: Good and Plenty candies are so friggin delish they make me say delish.

-Canadian Castaway