if you can't fly, don't jump
It's April fools. And daylight savings. And I couldn't care less. At 11:01 pm I sent my Rels paper in. That was a good moment. He recieved it at 11:34 am and wrote back "Got it. Thanks" Also, a good moment. And that, is what I care about.
So, yesterday I woke up an hour late because I could not hear my alarm. It was very quiet. I feel like someone turned it down, just to be mean. But it's really ok, because I woke up an hour late to work on the paper. Which I speant all day doing, which is sad, because I missed the talk about Scientology. But then we (Rander, Corrie, Ciara) went to Sunshine on Main for dinner for Rander's pseudo-Bday dinner. It was delicious. I had manicotti and, well...yum. It is my new favourite restaurant in Antigonish. Just above the Moonlight.
Anyways, yesterday night was, uneventful. After the paper was done I hung out with Ashley. And Whitney for a bit. And also a Bridgewater-ian who had some amazingly funny drunken lines:
"If he had of asked me to marry him, I would have said yes. But we're breaking up in May instead"
" We were all fetuses once! I was a year old thinking, hey, there's a fetus out there somewhere I'm going to be talking to later in life"
Or maybe, it was funnier at the time. All I know, is I want a bagel and a cappucino.
And to go to wal-mart/superstore. We're getting beads, to make necklaces because that's what cool kids do.
Also, how do we all feel about calling places to ask for managers to ask to send in resumes via e-mail to hope for interveiws when i get back?
It just seems so....wrong.
Peace out.
ps. If Zimmerman Dylan were to fight Bowie...who would win?