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These summer thunderstorms are like clockwork, and they're starting to weaken my formidable psychological strength. At least twice a week, for the past few weeks, I have been woken up by thunder that shakes the walls and ceilings of my house, and lightning (which, during one thunderstorm, apparently struck something like 900 times) that lights up my basement. Last night I was so freaked out, I had to go upstairs into my old room. Because my biggest fear is looking out into the darkness, and waiting for the lightning to flash, only to reveal a face outside the window or a body standing in the middle of my room. These thunderstorms make me lose sleep and cause me to be 1/2 hour late for work. They also make me feel like we are drawing nearer to the end of the world. And I don't particularly want the world to end.
This long weekend was very enjoyable and allowed me three mornings of extra sleep, which I need badly. I have sinusitis, which causes me discomfort and a general feeling of malaise, which in turn makes me tired a lot. Sometimes I feel like my head is under constant pressure, coming from every side. But I am on antibiotics, so hopefully I will be better before school. This weekend consisted of a poorly attended but widely enjoyed Indie Pop Night, a family function, a reunion with Kelly, an SNL DVD (featuring Paul McCartney! we'll get to that later...), a hang-out at Sarah's, breakfast at Hyne's and a visit to the Hopewell Rocks. Not bad for $35.
For reasons unknown to me and most likely everyone else, I have developed an obsessions with The Beatles. I know, I'm pretty much 45 years too late. But wow. I have been enjoying life much more since this out-of-left-field obsession began. I just want to speak in their lyrics as rebuttals to every comment, and like, paint weird pictures or write weird poems to show these refreshed views I have on life. Nothing on my iPod is good enough anymore.
Except for maybe "Try A Little Tenderness" by Otis Redding. If, for some reason, this song is ever played while I am sufficiently drunk, watch out. Seriously, all hell will break loose. I can barely contain myself when I listen to it at work.
I wanted to rent Tommy on Saturday, and Sarah was shocked, and said "You're finally getting all rock and roll on me!"
Also, Sarah got asked out by a black man at Blockbuster. I have no details, but I'm hoping this will provoke a comment with details, even though I'm sure the provocative action will not be details, but anger for writing this very paragraph in a public space. I'm just jealous.
Countdown:
Remaining Work Days: 13
Remaining Days Until Drop-Off-Sarah-Mission: 18
Remaining Days Until The Return to Halifax: 23
Nathan: "You look like you're in a whale's asscrack in this picture."
Me: "Well, at least I don't LOOK like the whale's asscrack.
Sarah: "She always thinking of the positives."
This long weekend was very enjoyable and allowed me three mornings of extra sleep, which I need badly. I have sinusitis, which causes me discomfort and a general feeling of malaise, which in turn makes me tired a lot. Sometimes I feel like my head is under constant pressure, coming from every side. But I am on antibiotics, so hopefully I will be better before school. This weekend consisted of a poorly attended but widely enjoyed Indie Pop Night, a family function, a reunion with Kelly, an SNL DVD (featuring Paul McCartney! we'll get to that later...), a hang-out at Sarah's, breakfast at Hyne's and a visit to the Hopewell Rocks. Not bad for $35.
For reasons unknown to me and most likely everyone else, I have developed an obsessions with The Beatles. I know, I'm pretty much 45 years too late. But wow. I have been enjoying life much more since this out-of-left-field obsession began. I just want to speak in their lyrics as rebuttals to every comment, and like, paint weird pictures or write weird poems to show these refreshed views I have on life. Nothing on my iPod is good enough anymore.
Except for maybe "Try A Little Tenderness" by Otis Redding. If, for some reason, this song is ever played while I am sufficiently drunk, watch out. Seriously, all hell will break loose. I can barely contain myself when I listen to it at work.
I wanted to rent Tommy on Saturday, and Sarah was shocked, and said "You're finally getting all rock and roll on me!"
Also, Sarah got asked out by a black man at Blockbuster. I have no details, but I'm hoping this will provoke a comment with details, even though I'm sure the provocative action will not be details, but anger for writing this very paragraph in a public space. I'm just jealous.
Countdown:
Remaining Work Days: 13
Remaining Days Until Drop-Off-Sarah-Mission: 18
Remaining Days Until The Return to Halifax: 23
Nathan: "You look like you're in a whale's asscrack in this picture."
Me: "Well, at least I don't LOOK like the whale's asscrack.
Sarah: "She always thinking of the positives."