Part 2
So this is part two, then. It's good I did this today because there's been some changes.
Anyway, so Renate came up to visit me on Halloween. I never managed to get my black suit to Waterloo so my awesome Jack the Ripper costume never went down. I went as a punx murderer instead, which turned into just Sid Vicious by the end of the night. I don't know. Went to Phils, it was a decent night. Few days later there was a Halloween party at my house and I went as Willie Wonka killed by leeches in the eyes. I don't know. It looked cool enough, here I'll put in pictures..
And that's that.
So I broke up with Renate earlier today. I didn't wanna deal with all that anymore. I saw her like once a month and spent most of the time being bored typing to her or fighting. Just don't wanna deal with all that stupid running back to MSN to report about my day. If I want to then fine, but I hate the obligation to cut everything short to spend hours on MSN. We were only seeing each other anyway, in her words exactly, to just see how things worked. I just don't wanna do that anymore. Don't even really talk to anyone who permanently lives back home anymore anyway. There's no reason to go back there ever and I had no plans of missioning home for the 3rd year in a row for the SAME shit. Honestly Ajax Pickering is so repetitive now. Stupid 20 year old gangsters, drug addicts, lame house parties and expensive/shitty bars. The place is kind of a let down usually. Waste of money missioning.
More LJ bitching about home? Oh there's always time for it here.
But anyway, I like someone, and she knows it, haha despite what she thinks. Aaaand she's probably coming to see me this weekend, which is amazing. She's definitely one of my favourite people so I'm a happy guy. Anonymity is hard to keep up when you're complimenting someone during a monologue. No matter, there it is?
I'm not very smooth. But what else is there to say here? Guess it's rambling time..
I was gonna type some shit about my job, but I've been obsessing over it for the last week and a half and it's time to give that a rest. There'll be plenty of time for that once stuff starts actually happening there. Suffice to say, I cook pasta and it's hard but I get a bitchin' uniform.
I have nothing to do tomorrow. Thought there was work but I guess not. Gotta find something productive to do. I should go to the gym, it'd be nice to be in shape for once. Gym's so much effort, though. You could choke on the testosterone oozing out of everyone's sketchy looks there. Not a big fan.
So I kinda sold out and look like a bit of a half-emo bitch. That's ok, looking like a punk kinda sucked. This is Kevin 5.1, bitches. Or something like that.
I need to work on my punctuation. Falling out of the habit of typing for consequence and my overuse of periods and commas is getting out of control. Normal people don't stress about this if they don't have to.
I smell TERRIBLE. Never bothered to shower today, which is making me kinda creeped out. I think I have some weird OCD with being clean in some ways. For example, I hate the beach because though the water may be fun, you've gotta walk your wet feet through the sand and it sticks to them and then I freak out. Hands and feet gotta be clean. It's a bit inconvenient. In high school I loved making shit out of clay but god help me when that clay residue dried on my hands. In grade 9 I had art first in the morning so I'd go for like 2 hours of my mornings trying to get the feeling of weird clay hands out of my head. Work's kinda getting under my skin because my hands get all greasy or just generally gross and it's unnerving. But I'm not a pussy, it's tolerable. This paragraph is mostly filler.
But I don't understand how people go too long without showers. Ironic considering I used to never shower for a bit in high school. Greasy hair creeps me right out, but more so when it's other people's hair. Oh shit.
I also hate people who don't brush their tongues. What's wrong with you? Doesn't that white plague disgustingness on your tongue bother you? That ain't right! Brush your goddamn tongues.
I have a new Ipod. It's a 30 gig and I bought it off a super emo kid in Kitchener. That kid looked like a weird pre-pubecent Gene Simmons with elephant ears and a pending sex change. But anyway, this thing rocks. I got my laptop stolen one night (I know...) and it managed to save all my music. Rock! Having that laptop stolen was balls, though. Stew got his macbook taken a few weeks before. This place sucks. Note: lock the doors when out at the bar.
People use Facebook so much this year. Last year I'd go a month without some email from it. This year? Many a day. It's a bit annoying, but it's good for networking I guess. You know, with people I don't care about enough to talk to regularly.
Ok, that'll do it for now. I might update again soon. I feel like I have more to say but can't come up with it at the moment.
Anyway, so Renate came up to visit me on Halloween. I never managed to get my black suit to Waterloo so my awesome Jack the Ripper costume never went down. I went as a punx murderer instead, which turned into just Sid Vicious by the end of the night. I don't know. Went to Phils, it was a decent night. Few days later there was a Halloween party at my house and I went as Willie Wonka killed by leeches in the eyes. I don't know. It looked cool enough, here I'll put in pictures..
And that's that.
So I broke up with Renate earlier today. I didn't wanna deal with all that anymore. I saw her like once a month and spent most of the time being bored typing to her or fighting. Just don't wanna deal with all that stupid running back to MSN to report about my day. If I want to then fine, but I hate the obligation to cut everything short to spend hours on MSN. We were only seeing each other anyway, in her words exactly, to just see how things worked. I just don't wanna do that anymore. Don't even really talk to anyone who permanently lives back home anymore anyway. There's no reason to go back there ever and I had no plans of missioning home for the 3rd year in a row for the SAME shit. Honestly Ajax Pickering is so repetitive now. Stupid 20 year old gangsters, drug addicts, lame house parties and expensive/shitty bars. The place is kind of a let down usually. Waste of money missioning.
More LJ bitching about home? Oh there's always time for it here.
But anyway, I like someone, and she knows it, haha despite what she thinks. Aaaand she's probably coming to see me this weekend, which is amazing. She's definitely one of my favourite people so I'm a happy guy. Anonymity is hard to keep up when you're complimenting someone during a monologue. No matter, there it is?
I'm not very smooth. But what else is there to say here? Guess it's rambling time..
I was gonna type some shit about my job, but I've been obsessing over it for the last week and a half and it's time to give that a rest. There'll be plenty of time for that once stuff starts actually happening there. Suffice to say, I cook pasta and it's hard but I get a bitchin' uniform.
I have nothing to do tomorrow. Thought there was work but I guess not. Gotta find something productive to do. I should go to the gym, it'd be nice to be in shape for once. Gym's so much effort, though. You could choke on the testosterone oozing out of everyone's sketchy looks there. Not a big fan.
So I kinda sold out and look like a bit of a half-emo bitch. That's ok, looking like a punk kinda sucked. This is Kevin 5.1, bitches. Or something like that.
I need to work on my punctuation. Falling out of the habit of typing for consequence and my overuse of periods and commas is getting out of control. Normal people don't stress about this if they don't have to.
I smell TERRIBLE. Never bothered to shower today, which is making me kinda creeped out. I think I have some weird OCD with being clean in some ways. For example, I hate the beach because though the water may be fun, you've gotta walk your wet feet through the sand and it sticks to them and then I freak out. Hands and feet gotta be clean. It's a bit inconvenient. In high school I loved making shit out of clay but god help me when that clay residue dried on my hands. In grade 9 I had art first in the morning so I'd go for like 2 hours of my mornings trying to get the feeling of weird clay hands out of my head. Work's kinda getting under my skin because my hands get all greasy or just generally gross and it's unnerving. But I'm not a pussy, it's tolerable. This paragraph is mostly filler.
But I don't understand how people go too long without showers. Ironic considering I used to never shower for a bit in high school. Greasy hair creeps me right out, but more so when it's other people's hair. Oh shit.
I also hate people who don't brush their tongues. What's wrong with you? Doesn't that white plague disgustingness on your tongue bother you? That ain't right! Brush your goddamn tongues.
I have a new Ipod. It's a 30 gig and I bought it off a super emo kid in Kitchener. That kid looked like a weird pre-pubecent Gene Simmons with elephant ears and a pending sex change. But anyway, this thing rocks. I got my laptop stolen one night (I know...) and it managed to save all my music. Rock! Having that laptop stolen was balls, though. Stew got his macbook taken a few weeks before. This place sucks. Note: lock the doors when out at the bar.
People use Facebook so much this year. Last year I'd go a month without some email from it. This year? Many a day. It's a bit annoying, but it's good for networking I guess. You know, with people I don't care about enough to talk to regularly.
Ok, that'll do it for now. I might update again soon. I feel like I have more to say but can't come up with it at the moment.