ok... I finally admit it
Dusty's really isn't that great a restaurant. My stomach kinda hurts. I suppose I should've realized that ages ago.. but I was distracted by the really, really attractive servers.
I've been invited to a neighbourhood potluck tonight. I have about 2 hours to decide whether I want to go. Potlucks are a tough way to meet people, well.. particularily when you feel super self-conscious about your cooking ability. I usually end up just bringing like Bread and Cheese (capitalized).. or a premade dessert.. I wonder if everyone sees that as a huge copout.. 'cause I certainly do.
I skipped a meeting for my play today. I can't fucking bear the idea of working on this project with these people. First off, the idea for the project is horrendous... I can't believe I agreed to participate... a satire of Concordia?... hoo boy. Secondly, I have begun to realize that my sense of humor is not universally shared. Every joke I pitch to these drama nerds falls flat.. and conversely.. I don't find anything they say even remotely amusing.
God.
I was seriously considering just dropping the class (the play) on the computer (thus sacrificing my 500 bucks) and never speaking to these guys again. They would be really pissed.. but I bet the play would come together quite smoothly without my constant cynical objections ("I refuse to have aliens in this play!")
I'm really excited to get my cat back tomorrow. We were keeping him with some friends, because he kept trying to fuck his sister. I got my monthly six hundred bucks from student loans.. and now I can afford to chop the little guys balls off.
Poor fella. I would like to write a poem about his plight.
I have to read a book today. There is a book report due on it for Tuesday. A book report? God, I haven't done one of those in ages. And the book is about the prairies.. during the depression... woo.
I guess there probably is no such thing as an assignment that I wouldn't dread. That just the way this guy operates.
I'm finding it alarmingly difficult to get even the most basic chores done lately. I can really only motivated myself to do one thing per day. (buy groceries, clean the litter box, do the dishes, go to school)
I would like to blame Montreal, but that would only be partially accurate.
Maybe I'll entertain myself right now by finding another profile picture. This blond one is a little bit disgusting.
I've been invited to a neighbourhood potluck tonight. I have about 2 hours to decide whether I want to go. Potlucks are a tough way to meet people, well.. particularily when you feel super self-conscious about your cooking ability. I usually end up just bringing like Bread and Cheese (capitalized).. or a premade dessert.. I wonder if everyone sees that as a huge copout.. 'cause I certainly do.
I skipped a meeting for my play today. I can't fucking bear the idea of working on this project with these people. First off, the idea for the project is horrendous... I can't believe I agreed to participate... a satire of Concordia?... hoo boy. Secondly, I have begun to realize that my sense of humor is not universally shared. Every joke I pitch to these drama nerds falls flat.. and conversely.. I don't find anything they say even remotely amusing.
God.
I was seriously considering just dropping the class (the play) on the computer (thus sacrificing my 500 bucks) and never speaking to these guys again. They would be really pissed.. but I bet the play would come together quite smoothly without my constant cynical objections ("I refuse to have aliens in this play!")
I'm really excited to get my cat back tomorrow. We were keeping him with some friends, because he kept trying to fuck his sister. I got my monthly six hundred bucks from student loans.. and now I can afford to chop the little guys balls off.
Poor fella. I would like to write a poem about his plight.
I have to read a book today. There is a book report due on it for Tuesday. A book report? God, I haven't done one of those in ages. And the book is about the prairies.. during the depression... woo.
I guess there probably is no such thing as an assignment that I wouldn't dread. That just the way this guy operates.
I'm finding it alarmingly difficult to get even the most basic chores done lately. I can really only motivated myself to do one thing per day. (buy groceries, clean the litter box, do the dishes, go to school)
I would like to blame Montreal, but that would only be partially accurate.
Maybe I'll entertain myself right now by finding another profile picture. This blond one is a little bit disgusting.