POSTO
i went to kingston today with my mom and chris to help him move into his new place. The layout of the house was pretty nice (really big), but it smelt damp and it was stuck between two fake chinese food places (i.e. smells like grease). my mom was complaining and worrying about it the whole time. chris insisted it was fine. it was a familiar scenario. my mom always tells chris he's settling but chris inexplicably refuses to accept the better deal. like this one time he wanted to buy a stereo, but my grandparents and my mom wanted him to buy a nicer one. but it was a little more expensive. chris kept refusing so finally my grandparents said they'd cover the extra because it was that much better, but chris still refused. he's been asserting his independence all his life. i guess that's what you call it when he still doesn't have any.
kingston was crappy. it felt like the seedy end of hamilton mixed with trenton. we passed sir john a macdonald's burial site and i felt bad for him.
i felt really tense the rest of the time because my mom was still upset about chris' accomodations. we ate an overpriced, oversalted meal and left the over-rated passed over capital.
a few days ago rosco pushed my cell phone off a table and broke a big piece off of it. it was still working, but i guess i should get it fixed. HOW FASCINATING
i wrote aldo about how i had no way to pay for the rent so he might as well agree to the termination of our agreement, and he wrote back a short but reassuring email. amoy had called him on behalf of someone who was interested in the room, and he told me he didn't get people for his other house until the last two weeks before september. but since it's aldo, i'm not sure if that is totally true. either way, three people contacted me about the room after not having any interest for about two weeks. one is an exchange student from sweden who gave me a number to call (her number in sweden). i emailed her back and gave her my number instead. another is a med student who called me and asked if i'd rent out the room for two weeks in september. i said no, i'd only rent 8 months, and the other problem was that it was an all-female house and he wasn't one. the third was a girl whose email i only received now. it had three lines: the hello, "is it all girls?" and her name. i replied with "yes" and my name.
i've been up all night doing charts and watching movies on tbs. since when did that channel become interesting? it's been alright. reminds me of school. minus the charts, the movies, and with more webcam, forcing laurie or zach to stay awake, and more junk food.
next year is going to be very difficult. i still don't have a plan for how i'll handle it. my mom bought me a book a long time ago to help me with that - 10 habits of highly effective teens. once, mrs.badour brought it up during career studies and two people in the class mentioned that their parents had bought it for them. the first was me, and the second was vanessa "hot dog" landry. go figure.
so this little eco-residence project i'm working on.. i need a name for it. the only decent one i can think of so far is ... EcoRes. how original. the rest are too long, too green, are confusing, or just too bizarre. Residences To Save the Earth. Green Residence, Green Planet. Save It. Don't Do It...
i came up with half of those just now because i realized that i actually hadn't put that much thought into project names, let alone came up with any really crappy ones. i just want your pity, what can i say?
i'll be giving chris the bike i was using in hamilton, and i'll keep his maroon one. it's maroon. YAYuhh..
while at his place in kingston, he gave me a few textbooks i'll need next year, and i took a few books that he had either taken from me before i could finish them, or that i'd been unwilling to spend money on, or have to return to someone in two weeks.
- brave new world
- no logo (andrew's already taken this from me)
- the man who mistook his wife for a hat, and other clinical tales
- slacks and calluses (with ooOOO cartoons!)
- .. what else? i don't remember. (ah i remember now. plato's republic)
so that's that. my arm hurts. i think my mom has a strange need to preserve me intact. she didn't let me become an organ donor, and now she doesn't want me to give blood, ever. and since my body and all it's fluids belong to her, i have no choice but to comply. THAT'S WHAT EIGHTEEN YEAR OLDS DO.
i want to tell this girl i did a physics presentation with (on bubbles! why do i always mention that?) that i read her journal. but it's too weird, and if i do, she'll never write about me and say what she YOU'RE STILL READING?! really thinks about me. hahaha i'm just kidding (...) but i guess i'd rather her not knowing. because it's creepier that way, and i'm all about taking the path of least creepiness(ence).
i don't even know what i'm talking about anymore. i need my contacts and free sunglasses.
so i mentioned this message board the nyc un trip people made. i still go to it although i don't remember anyone. except this one girl who i guess is living with her girlfriend now. i didn't even know she was a lesbian, although i think i remember her saying she was bisexual. right before i shared a bed with her. it seems like it might have happened.. but i can't remember. either way, i have three more boxes of charts to do.
kingston was crappy. it felt like the seedy end of hamilton mixed with trenton. we passed sir john a macdonald's burial site and i felt bad for him.
i felt really tense the rest of the time because my mom was still upset about chris' accomodations. we ate an overpriced, oversalted meal and left the over-rated passed over capital.
a few days ago rosco pushed my cell phone off a table and broke a big piece off of it. it was still working, but i guess i should get it fixed. HOW FASCINATING
i wrote aldo about how i had no way to pay for the rent so he might as well agree to the termination of our agreement, and he wrote back a short but reassuring email. amoy had called him on behalf of someone who was interested in the room, and he told me he didn't get people for his other house until the last two weeks before september. but since it's aldo, i'm not sure if that is totally true. either way, three people contacted me about the room after not having any interest for about two weeks. one is an exchange student from sweden who gave me a number to call (her number in sweden). i emailed her back and gave her my number instead. another is a med student who called me and asked if i'd rent out the room for two weeks in september. i said no, i'd only rent 8 months, and the other problem was that it was an all-female house and he wasn't one. the third was a girl whose email i only received now. it had three lines: the hello, "is it all girls?" and her name. i replied with "yes" and my name.
i've been up all night doing charts and watching movies on tbs. since when did that channel become interesting? it's been alright. reminds me of school. minus the charts, the movies, and with more webcam, forcing laurie or zach to stay awake, and more junk food.
next year is going to be very difficult. i still don't have a plan for how i'll handle it. my mom bought me a book a long time ago to help me with that - 10 habits of highly effective teens. once, mrs.badour brought it up during career studies and two people in the class mentioned that their parents had bought it for them. the first was me, and the second was vanessa "hot dog" landry. go figure.
so this little eco-residence project i'm working on.. i need a name for it. the only decent one i can think of so far is ... EcoRes. how original. the rest are too long, too green, are confusing, or just too bizarre. Residences To Save the Earth. Green Residence, Green Planet. Save It. Don't Do It...
i came up with half of those just now because i realized that i actually hadn't put that much thought into project names, let alone came up with any really crappy ones. i just want your pity, what can i say?
i'll be giving chris the bike i was using in hamilton, and i'll keep his maroon one. it's maroon. YAYuhh..
while at his place in kingston, he gave me a few textbooks i'll need next year, and i took a few books that he had either taken from me before i could finish them, or that i'd been unwilling to spend money on, or have to return to someone in two weeks.
- brave new world
- no logo (andrew's already taken this from me)
- the man who mistook his wife for a hat, and other clinical tales
- slacks and calluses (with ooOOO cartoons!)
- .. what else? i don't remember. (ah i remember now. plato's republic)
so that's that. my arm hurts. i think my mom has a strange need to preserve me intact. she didn't let me become an organ donor, and now she doesn't want me to give blood, ever. and since my body and all it's fluids belong to her, i have no choice but to comply. THAT'S WHAT EIGHTEEN YEAR OLDS DO.
i want to tell this girl i did a physics presentation with (on bubbles! why do i always mention that?) that i read her journal. but it's too weird, and if i do, she'll never write about me and say what she YOU'RE STILL READING?! really thinks about me. hahaha i'm just kidding (...) but i guess i'd rather her not knowing. because it's creepier that way, and i'm all about taking the path of least creepiness(ence).
i don't even know what i'm talking about anymore. i need my contacts and free sunglasses.
so i mentioned this message board the nyc un trip people made. i still go to it although i don't remember anyone. except this one girl who i guess is living with her girlfriend now. i didn't even know she was a lesbian, although i think i remember her saying she was bisexual. right before i shared a bed with her. it seems like it might have happened.. but i can't remember. either way, i have three more boxes of charts to do.