February Blues i.e. Last Week
I considered not even writing about last week. To tell you the truth, I had to call Matt to get him to jog my memory about what I/we did last week. It was warm but there was literally no sun. I do not fare well when I don't have a good intake of vitamin D and was, therefore, quite gloomy. I would say it's the most depressed I've been in a very long while, but, luckily, it was nowhere close to the same severity it was 3 or 4 years ago. I described it to Matt as feeling like I was on anti-depressants: very lethargic, unhappy, lazy, and no energy whatsoever. It feels like I just went through the motions. Well, I didn't even do that since I skipped every class except one in which I had a midterm. I spent most of the week feeling sorry for myself and wishing for the end of February (which always gives me some degree of the blues). There were a few highlights though which compelled me to blog about it.
Monday and Tuesday blurred together. Nothing interesting there. I would wake up, and watch Ellen and/or The View, depending on what time I woke up. Feel guilty I didn't go to class. Eat. Refresh Perez at least 50 times - no exaggeration. Curse Dooce for not updating enough for me to viably refresh her page 50 times. Talk to Matt. Cuddle with the puppies (rare reprieve from feeling sorry about myself). Talk to Elisa. Try to convince mom I don't need anti-depressants again. Play a lot of Hearts. Wait for Reba to come on at 1:00 a.m. because I love falling asleep to that show, for some reason. Oh, I also (barely) studied for my Motivation & Emotion midterm on Wednesday.
Wednesday was the same as above except I had to force myself to get out of bed to go to school. I was panicked about my midterm because I had only done minimal studying but the exam turned out to be quite easy. I realized I actually find relaxation in doing midterms/exams; at least the ones where I know the material. Something about filling in the Scantrons... Matt and I go to Rockwell's after my exam for breakfast for dinner. I jizz in my pants as soon as I get a breakfast sausage and those delicious scrambled eggs in my mouth. Also, I started reading On the Road, which I borrowed from Elisa, and enjoy it so far.
On Thursday I planned to go to my Psychology of Women class but, for some reason, I got anxiety and I'm not even sure why. It was probably just because I didn't go to class all week. I work better when I stick to a routine. I went to Matt's house where he made Philly cheese steak sandwiches for his family for supper. I had never tried one but assumed I wouldn't like it because a) I'm not big on sandwiches, b) I'm very picky when it comes to beef, and c) I only like melted cheese on poutine and pizza. I ended up having a bite of Matt's sandwich, which I dipped in beef consomme, and thought it was really good. Nevertheless, I told him not to make enough for me, so we ended up getting KFC for me - a healthier alternative - with coupons we found on the fridge. Later that night, we made our own rules of Pictionary and played that for a while.
Friday was one of the strangest days I've had in a while, and I'm sure it will take a bunch of paragraphs to describe it. Unfortunately, there's nothing outstandingly weird about it so it's hard to describe why it was so odd. While I'm waiting for my local bus, I'm standing in the bus shelter and see that some guy has walked up to wait as well. For some reason unknown to me, I feel instantly terrified. There's no real reason for me to feel scared; the guy looks perfectly normal, for lack of a better word, and isn't doing anything sketchy. I notice over my music that he's said something to me. To be polite, I take out my headphones and talk to him. He talks about the weather, school, where he grew up... normal things. He's also hitting on me a bit, I think, but I discard the thought. The whole time, I'm wishing I could just get away from him. I get to Baseline where I usually just walk across to work, but this time, I decide to wait for the 178 that will literally drop me off right in front of work. I'm thankful to see the uncreepy creepster hasn't followed me onto the bus.
As I'm preparing things at work for the day, everything is normal. Then, before we open, my coworker/friend and I hear some obnoxious guy, obviously waiting for us to open. Then, some guy calls us, which is rare considering we don't take our phone calls anymore and only a handful of people, mostly family and other people we work with, know the direct extension. It's some guy asking me to sell to him, which annoys me, then decides to complain about our website. I tell him I'll call him back when I have information. We open. Obnoxious guy is obnoxious and tries to play me for a fool. After a lot of seeming agreeance, I get him out of there. That guy calls again to say, "Something funny's happening on the website." Really? That's what you called for. I told him to call our other number, and he says it doesn't work and he had to wait too long. I ask him how long he waited for. He says five minutes. I try not to laugh in his face/phone. Looney customers come in all day. A good-looking guy comes in to deliver something and flirts with him. I wonder if my shirt is too low-cut.
Around the middle of the day, some dazed looking guy comes up and asks if he can use our phone. We let him. After he dials and his friend picks up, he literally says, "I'M HERE" in a booming, monotone voice, hangs up the phone, and walks away. This happens four times. After the fourth time, he asks if I can exchange his quarters, etc. for a looney. He drops the change he's been clutching in his hand on my desk. They're damp with sweat. I barf. Just kidding. We see the night's performers walk in and out of the theatre and occasionally talk to us and we realize they're high as a kite and/or really bizarre, and not in a cool, eccentric way.
Later on, one of the volunteers gives us sandwiches. If you know the volunteers, you'll know this is most likely the weirdest thing to happen that day.
The weather suddenly goes from +6 degrees to -6 degrees in less than an hour. Insane. My other coworker comes in for the night shift. An Asian lady comes up to buy tickets, and is very picky, and asks to call her friend to help her make a decision. Instead of staying on the phone the standard 2-3 minutes or less, she's on it for about 10 minutes. The funniest part was that she was speaking a language I couldn't understand, I'm assuming Chinese, but this is what we frequently hear: "asdfkjw sdfoiuwe slkjfiw soifwer Sunday Brunch asdlkjweu sdfkjei fkerius dl Sunday Brunch slkdfwei Sunday Brunch." (My jibberish is because, obviously, I need to brush up on my Cantonese). About 15 minutes before we close, a group of guys is walking toward the doors beside our office. They're about my age and decent-looking, but not my type. As they're about to be out of my sightline, one of the guys, stops, looks at me, and says while shaking his head, "Dammmmmmmmn." FYI, fellas, not the best way to pick up a girl. Where am I supposed to go with that if I did want to go anywhere?
I know there are more strange things that happened that day, and it doesn't seem that weird, but it was the combination of oddballs that made the day so extraordinary.
My mom and I went for a massage on Saturday. There was a 2 for 1 deal last month, so we took advantage of that. When she called to book, she said both of our names and I guess they took that as we'd like to be together because we were in the same room. Like a couples massage. This was fine since my mom and I are close, but I was thinking it would be pretty awkward if a mom was trying to take her distant daughter to bond. I beg Matt to give me a massage as often as I can get away with (once an hour), so I thought I'd really enjoy the massage. It was good, but I found it hard to relax and I really had it in my head that my masseuse and the other one were exchanging looks of disgust at my body. Also, Matt's massages are better because, well, obviously he's more familiar with me than someone I've never met. After that, we went to Giant Tiger for both of our first time at my brother's suggestion. He said everything is ridiculously cheap there. He meant cleaning supplies which is important to people who have real lifes outside of living in their parent's home. I was just hoping I could find fake Uggs because I am not paying $150.00 for a pair of shoes I think are ugly, and solely want for warmth. Turns out, some of their clothes are pretty cool! I found two striped t-shirts, $10 each. They also had a bunch of spring coats that, besides being a bit thin (hence, spring coat) were nice. They also had a wicked supply of easy to make food and we stocked up on a bunch of goodies. Matt came over that night but we just sat around, pretty much.
Sunday, I was cramming for an exam in Exceptional Children. I went to my grandparent's house for my grandfather's birthday. We had roast beef (not my favorite) with steamed broccoli, roasted potatoes, and Caesar salad (I like everything there). Since my grandfather gave up sweets for Lent (yeah, they're seriously into Catholicism), he had a fruit cake for his birthday. My 8-year-old cousin had a temper tantrum when she found out it wasn't the plastic-tasting generic Loblaws birthday cake. I, of course, laughed.
Luckily, this week has been far better, mostly due to the reemergence of the sun. I'm still anticipating the end of winter though. This feels like a prison that I can't even try to maneuver out of using my guys on the outside. Unless, of course, I had guys in Mexico.
Monday and Tuesday blurred together. Nothing interesting there. I would wake up, and watch Ellen and/or The View, depending on what time I woke up. Feel guilty I didn't go to class. Eat. Refresh Perez at least 50 times - no exaggeration. Curse Dooce for not updating enough for me to viably refresh her page 50 times. Talk to Matt. Cuddle with the puppies (rare reprieve from feeling sorry about myself). Talk to Elisa. Try to convince mom I don't need anti-depressants again. Play a lot of Hearts. Wait for Reba to come on at 1:00 a.m. because I love falling asleep to that show, for some reason. Oh, I also (barely) studied for my Motivation & Emotion midterm on Wednesday.
Wednesday was the same as above except I had to force myself to get out of bed to go to school. I was panicked about my midterm because I had only done minimal studying but the exam turned out to be quite easy. I realized I actually find relaxation in doing midterms/exams; at least the ones where I know the material. Something about filling in the Scantrons... Matt and I go to Rockwell's after my exam for breakfast for dinner. I jizz in my pants as soon as I get a breakfast sausage and those delicious scrambled eggs in my mouth. Also, I started reading On the Road, which I borrowed from Elisa, and enjoy it so far.
On Thursday I planned to go to my Psychology of Women class but, for some reason, I got anxiety and I'm not even sure why. It was probably just because I didn't go to class all week. I work better when I stick to a routine. I went to Matt's house where he made Philly cheese steak sandwiches for his family for supper. I had never tried one but assumed I wouldn't like it because a) I'm not big on sandwiches, b) I'm very picky when it comes to beef, and c) I only like melted cheese on poutine and pizza. I ended up having a bite of Matt's sandwich, which I dipped in beef consomme, and thought it was really good. Nevertheless, I told him not to make enough for me, so we ended up getting KFC for me - a healthier alternative - with coupons we found on the fridge. Later that night, we made our own rules of Pictionary and played that for a while.
Friday was one of the strangest days I've had in a while, and I'm sure it will take a bunch of paragraphs to describe it. Unfortunately, there's nothing outstandingly weird about it so it's hard to describe why it was so odd. While I'm waiting for my local bus, I'm standing in the bus shelter and see that some guy has walked up to wait as well. For some reason unknown to me, I feel instantly terrified. There's no real reason for me to feel scared; the guy looks perfectly normal, for lack of a better word, and isn't doing anything sketchy. I notice over my music that he's said something to me. To be polite, I take out my headphones and talk to him. He talks about the weather, school, where he grew up... normal things. He's also hitting on me a bit, I think, but I discard the thought. The whole time, I'm wishing I could just get away from him. I get to Baseline where I usually just walk across to work, but this time, I decide to wait for the 178 that will literally drop me off right in front of work. I'm thankful to see the uncreepy creepster hasn't followed me onto the bus.
As I'm preparing things at work for the day, everything is normal. Then, before we open, my coworker/friend and I hear some obnoxious guy, obviously waiting for us to open. Then, some guy calls us, which is rare considering we don't take our phone calls anymore and only a handful of people, mostly family and other people we work with, know the direct extension. It's some guy asking me to sell to him, which annoys me, then decides to complain about our website. I tell him I'll call him back when I have information. We open. Obnoxious guy is obnoxious and tries to play me for a fool. After a lot of seeming agreeance, I get him out of there. That guy calls again to say, "Something funny's happening on the website." Really? That's what you called for. I told him to call our other number, and he says it doesn't work and he had to wait too long. I ask him how long he waited for. He says five minutes. I try not to laugh in his face/phone. Looney customers come in all day. A good-looking guy comes in to deliver something and flirts with him. I wonder if my shirt is too low-cut.
Around the middle of the day, some dazed looking guy comes up and asks if he can use our phone. We let him. After he dials and his friend picks up, he literally says, "I'M HERE" in a booming, monotone voice, hangs up the phone, and walks away. This happens four times. After the fourth time, he asks if I can exchange his quarters, etc. for a looney. He drops the change he's been clutching in his hand on my desk. They're damp with sweat. I barf. Just kidding. We see the night's performers walk in and out of the theatre and occasionally talk to us and we realize they're high as a kite and/or really bizarre, and not in a cool, eccentric way.
Later on, one of the volunteers gives us sandwiches. If you know the volunteers, you'll know this is most likely the weirdest thing to happen that day.
The weather suddenly goes from +6 degrees to -6 degrees in less than an hour. Insane. My other coworker comes in for the night shift. An Asian lady comes up to buy tickets, and is very picky, and asks to call her friend to help her make a decision. Instead of staying on the phone the standard 2-3 minutes or less, she's on it for about 10 minutes. The funniest part was that she was speaking a language I couldn't understand, I'm assuming Chinese, but this is what we frequently hear: "asdfkjw sdfoiuwe slkjfiw soifwer Sunday Brunch asdlkjweu sdfkjei fkerius dl Sunday Brunch slkdfwei Sunday Brunch." (My jibberish is because, obviously, I need to brush up on my Cantonese). About 15 minutes before we close, a group of guys is walking toward the doors beside our office. They're about my age and decent-looking, but not my type. As they're about to be out of my sightline, one of the guys, stops, looks at me, and says while shaking his head, "Dammmmmmmmn." FYI, fellas, not the best way to pick up a girl. Where am I supposed to go with that if I did want to go anywhere?
I know there are more strange things that happened that day, and it doesn't seem that weird, but it was the combination of oddballs that made the day so extraordinary.
My mom and I went for a massage on Saturday. There was a 2 for 1 deal last month, so we took advantage of that. When she called to book, she said both of our names and I guess they took that as we'd like to be together because we were in the same room. Like a couples massage. This was fine since my mom and I are close, but I was thinking it would be pretty awkward if a mom was trying to take her distant daughter to bond. I beg Matt to give me a massage as often as I can get away with (once an hour), so I thought I'd really enjoy the massage. It was good, but I found it hard to relax and I really had it in my head that my masseuse and the other one were exchanging looks of disgust at my body. Also, Matt's massages are better because, well, obviously he's more familiar with me than someone I've never met. After that, we went to Giant Tiger for both of our first time at my brother's suggestion. He said everything is ridiculously cheap there. He meant cleaning supplies which is important to people who have real lifes outside of living in their parent's home. I was just hoping I could find fake Uggs because I am not paying $150.00 for a pair of shoes I think are ugly, and solely want for warmth. Turns out, some of their clothes are pretty cool! I found two striped t-shirts, $10 each. They also had a bunch of spring coats that, besides being a bit thin (hence, spring coat) were nice. They also had a wicked supply of easy to make food and we stocked up on a bunch of goodies. Matt came over that night but we just sat around, pretty much.
Sunday, I was cramming for an exam in Exceptional Children. I went to my grandparent's house for my grandfather's birthday. We had roast beef (not my favorite) with steamed broccoli, roasted potatoes, and Caesar salad (I like everything there). Since my grandfather gave up sweets for Lent (yeah, they're seriously into Catholicism), he had a fruit cake for his birthday. My 8-year-old cousin had a temper tantrum when she found out it wasn't the plastic-tasting generic Loblaws birthday cake. I, of course, laughed.
Luckily, this week has been far better, mostly due to the reemergence of the sun. I'm still anticipating the end of winter though. This feels like a prison that I can't even try to maneuver out of using my guys on the outside. Unless, of course, I had guys in Mexico.