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Going home (to Brockville, anyway) tomorrow. It's my grandma's 82nd birthday on Sunday; I figured I should make an appearance. I'm also looking forward to seeing my brother (he reads "books with NO pictures!!" now) and picking up some old purse-worthy clothes from my house. Coming back to Halifax on Thursday. These little trips are pretty ridiculous. Even more ridiculous: I'm leaving work at 5 tomorrow to go straight to the airport, and when I get back on Thursday I'm going to go from the airport straight back to work again.
I am bad at school. If there was a degree of being-bad-at-school that was so extreme that it was hilarious, that's the level I'd be at. Unfortunately, being bad at school isn't really funny, it's just sort of sad.
I have also come to the conclusion that I'm not a good person. But I'm not quite bad enough to avoid feeling guilty about not being better. I never have bad intentions... I keep saying that, but I guess it doesn't really mean anything. "I try."
Also, I hate when cab drivers try to scam me by taking the long route to my house. They don't really succeed in the scam, since I just end up tipping a bit less in that case, but in principle and with regards to wasted time, it sucks. I realize the whole "scam attempt" thing is probably a figment of my paranoid imagination, but still.
-Valentine's day was very nice. Veggie burgers and stuff. Good times.
-The day after Valentine's day was not so nice. My own fault for being an alarmist.
-"Go go gadget p..."
I need to go pack.
I am bad at school. If there was a degree of being-bad-at-school that was so extreme that it was hilarious, that's the level I'd be at. Unfortunately, being bad at school isn't really funny, it's just sort of sad.
I have also come to the conclusion that I'm not a good person. But I'm not quite bad enough to avoid feeling guilty about not being better. I never have bad intentions... I keep saying that, but I guess it doesn't really mean anything. "I try."
Also, I hate when cab drivers try to scam me by taking the long route to my house. They don't really succeed in the scam, since I just end up tipping a bit less in that case, but in principle and with regards to wasted time, it sucks. I realize the whole "scam attempt" thing is probably a figment of my paranoid imagination, but still.
-Valentine's day was very nice. Veggie burgers and stuff. Good times.
-The day after Valentine's day was not so nice. My own fault for being an alarmist.
-"Go go gadget p..."
I need to go pack.