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"NO AUDIO DEVICE FOUND ON YOUR COMPUTER" ... I HATE YOU COMPUTER! I havent been able to listen to anything off my comp for the week because something is missing and i'm getting pretty bummed about it. My levels of competence with situations like this are pretty minimal so i guess im going to have to wait for my audio device to magically reappear or something. damn.
Though weeks usually run past me, this one had been going by rather slowly. I've been busy, my clients have been much more peculiar than usual. I almost broke down after I had a session with an 83 year old man the other day. I would go into it, maybe write something poetic or beautiful about the gloomy way his old body aged and something witty about the way his mind is failing him. I think he's coming back next week. I dont' know why.
I usually skip the first week of classes and i found out why when i made an attempt to go to my first day yesterday. I met up with Laetitia and Larissa in the morning, stopped at Timiho's and went to the Faubourgh. We waited in a class where 5 others were minding their own business. "I guess environmental issues in Canada is not that popular of a class" said Laetitia tapping her pen on the desk to a NO TOBACCO chant she had been signing all morning in attempt to aid her quitting smoking. We left after 15 minutes of no sign of a teacher. Walked around St-Cat's, bought some books for dirt cheap, decided to go to our seconde class. We got there a little late, the class was now packed filled with a room of the types of people who would take an existentialism class. Stereotypical maybe but bearded guys do it to themselves. In the end, the teacher didn't show up in this class either, so the morning was somewhat waisted. Laetitia and I walked to Nomad, cause she works there now, which makes making fun of people more fun now.
Fak c'est ca la.
Sti que jt'écoeurer de tousser.
Though weeks usually run past me, this one had been going by rather slowly. I've been busy, my clients have been much more peculiar than usual. I almost broke down after I had a session with an 83 year old man the other day. I would go into it, maybe write something poetic or beautiful about the gloomy way his old body aged and something witty about the way his mind is failing him. I think he's coming back next week. I dont' know why.
I usually skip the first week of classes and i found out why when i made an attempt to go to my first day yesterday. I met up with Laetitia and Larissa in the morning, stopped at Timiho's and went to the Faubourgh. We waited in a class where 5 others were minding their own business. "I guess environmental issues in Canada is not that popular of a class" said Laetitia tapping her pen on the desk to a NO TOBACCO chant she had been signing all morning in attempt to aid her quitting smoking. We left after 15 minutes of no sign of a teacher. Walked around St-Cat's, bought some books for dirt cheap, decided to go to our seconde class. We got there a little late, the class was now packed filled with a room of the types of people who would take an existentialism class. Stereotypical maybe but bearded guys do it to themselves. In the end, the teacher didn't show up in this class either, so the morning was somewhat waisted. Laetitia and I walked to Nomad, cause she works there now, which makes making fun of people more fun now.
Fak c'est ca la.
Sti que jt'écoeurer de tousser.