Day 383

I just got distracted by A Streetcar Named Desire. I didn't realize how late it was getting so I must make this brief.

I went to class today and remembered that workshopping sometimes sucks. It especially sucks when you are talking on and on about someones work AND they are allowed to join in on the conversation. I suppose it is a weird practice to talk about people's work while they are in the room and pretend they aren't there but I don't know if listening to them explain all of the shit we didn't understand about their piece is any better.

I went to a birthday party this evening and met a boyfriend of a friend of mine for the first time. I was wondering why the hell he was so quiet and strange. When my friend and I were waiting for the bus she said she sort of felt he was acting the same way. I asked her why she thought he was acting like that and she said that it could've been because we had been sitting on either side of him text messaging each other about him and laughing. Why didn't I think of that?

So, I am going to bed to dream of tall, muscular Indian security guards who can cook and when you ask them if they are strong and pretend to make muscles at them they reply, "Only if I have to be." I will try to suck less tomorrow and write more that is unless of course dreams really do come true and I am whisked away by a tall, muscular Indian security guard.

Tip of the Day: Don't tell a Canadian you could never become Canadian unless you want to answer their questions about why not for an hour especially if the Canadian is from Quebec and doesn't really understand English.

-Canadian Castaway