Limbo
I don't update this thing much. I'll read other people's entries, but I rarely leave my own anymore. I guess there's very little about my life I feel needs to be broadcast to the world at large. However, I suppose I should cave and give the masses what they want. The petty day-to-day occurances of my life.
School is over. Finally. My marks should be... satisfactory... all of them but math, that is. I'll be lucky to pass that course. Which kind of pisses me off, because I've never failed a course before. The upside is that 11M math has very little bearing on my acceptance to universities, and at the very least should be balanced by the rest of my marks. And honestly, escaping Ottawa is all that matters.
I've realized that building a life doesn't happen overnight. The most pressing concern is finding a job; however, I'm out of resumés and don't have a printer with which to print more. My current plan of action is to apply online till Wednesday, then sneak into Canterbury on their first day back and print off a dozen copies or so.
My grandmother, while getting up to show me How to Do Something I Already Know How to Do Better than She Does (her favorite passtime) tripped on the cord for her foot massager and fell to the ground. To any who aren't aware, my grandmother has severe Oesteoperosis (sp?), meaning she has very fragile bones. She's either fractured or broken a rib, but refuses to go to the doctor, because apparently "all they tell you to do is take it easy". She wasn't even going to tell my parents, but I made her. Full disclosure goes both ways, bitch. Besides, I'm not going to take the fall if you puncture a lung.
Yesterday I was speaking to both Celyn and Alex INCOGNITO online. Celyn was going to be picking up some weed for me and Alex was feeling depressed because she's jobless and poor. So I decided to combine the two and went on a mission to go get INCOGNITO high. It was pretty fun, though after we smoked, Celyn and I spaced out and just kinda stared at things while Alex came up with hypothetical plots for plays and ate waffles and fudge. It was awesome.
Anyways, I should eat and then go to the gym. It's been great, I've been getting a good workout in almost every day now. I won't consider myself in shape, however, until I can put up a pretty stiff fight against Derek and Josh. So I still have a long way to go. Till then, adieu.
School is over. Finally. My marks should be... satisfactory... all of them but math, that is. I'll be lucky to pass that course. Which kind of pisses me off, because I've never failed a course before. The upside is that 11M math has very little bearing on my acceptance to universities, and at the very least should be balanced by the rest of my marks. And honestly, escaping Ottawa is all that matters.
I've realized that building a life doesn't happen overnight. The most pressing concern is finding a job; however, I'm out of resumés and don't have a printer with which to print more. My current plan of action is to apply online till Wednesday, then sneak into Canterbury on their first day back and print off a dozen copies or so.
My grandmother, while getting up to show me How to Do Something I Already Know How to Do Better than She Does (her favorite passtime) tripped on the cord for her foot massager and fell to the ground. To any who aren't aware, my grandmother has severe Oesteoperosis (sp?), meaning she has very fragile bones. She's either fractured or broken a rib, but refuses to go to the doctor, because apparently "all they tell you to do is take it easy". She wasn't even going to tell my parents, but I made her. Full disclosure goes both ways, bitch. Besides, I'm not going to take the fall if you puncture a lung.
Yesterday I was speaking to both Celyn and Alex INCOGNITO online. Celyn was going to be picking up some weed for me and Alex was feeling depressed because she's jobless and poor. So I decided to combine the two and went on a mission to go get INCOGNITO high. It was pretty fun, though after we smoked, Celyn and I spaced out and just kinda stared at things while Alex came up with hypothetical plots for plays and ate waffles and fudge. It was awesome.
Anyways, I should eat and then go to the gym. It's been great, I've been getting a good workout in almost every day now. I won't consider myself in shape, however, until I can put up a pretty stiff fight against Derek and Josh. So I still have a long way to go. Till then, adieu.