The Outhouse Indeed.
Haha. If someone would have told me in 2003 that I would one day live in the place where I first heard Despistado and Our Mercury I would have said they were cracked out on crack juice. Now the basement is leaking, but the small basement ceiling still coincides with my height. I will have to listen to Our Mercury's "Night of the Year" down there in tribute- "tell me son, is your life in shackles but can you still hear those distant echoes? Of basement shows where all that you did was something better than nothing."
I do not think we will make the basement what it was made that springish night when Jenna-lee and I were supposed to be on our Biology trip, but I know that Anne-Marie, Adam and Justin (with their hip and trendy furniture and entertainment system) have already made the living room into something that I never thought that living room had the potential to look like.. I have contributed little as I do not know how long I am staying there. My room at this moment consists of a tv table and a fold-out chair, haha. When we got there a bunch of stuff from former tenants was left behind. We threw them out the back door to make a statement. I know most of the former tenants and therefore I scowl at you if you left behind anything! *SCOWL* They had to clean most of the house too. There was much "eew"ing going on. I am allergic to the house as well.- Rat bastard cats! I will be full of benadryl. Perhaps this will help me with sleep.
School is already affecting my health. I do not know why I am full of constant worry. My stomach is always upside down. My sleep habits mean waking up at 4am and being too nervous to fall back asleep. I really, really hope I can do this. I really, really hope I survive this semester. If all I was teaching was English I do not believe my stomach would be this way. Teaching Grade 12 social studies as "My class" though is causing this ongoing upset stomach. The english classes remind me that that is where my heart is. English is where the heart is period. My co-op English teacher is not a writer. I feel that the fact that I write gives me something he does not have and I loved helping students write poetry on friday. The students are great for the most part. I've already been asked out to the bar by the only nineteen year old in my class, haha. I respectfully declined.
I miss you guys, and can't wait until I have a life of my own again. (We should just go back in time to the basement shows where all that we did was something better than nothing.)
-Amber-
I do not think we will make the basement what it was made that springish night when Jenna-lee and I were supposed to be on our Biology trip, but I know that Anne-Marie, Adam and Justin (with their hip and trendy furniture and entertainment system) have already made the living room into something that I never thought that living room had the potential to look like.. I have contributed little as I do not know how long I am staying there. My room at this moment consists of a tv table and a fold-out chair, haha. When we got there a bunch of stuff from former tenants was left behind. We threw them out the back door to make a statement. I know most of the former tenants and therefore I scowl at you if you left behind anything! *SCOWL* They had to clean most of the house too. There was much "eew"ing going on. I am allergic to the house as well.- Rat bastard cats! I will be full of benadryl. Perhaps this will help me with sleep.
School is already affecting my health. I do not know why I am full of constant worry. My stomach is always upside down. My sleep habits mean waking up at 4am and being too nervous to fall back asleep. I really, really hope I can do this. I really, really hope I survive this semester. If all I was teaching was English I do not believe my stomach would be this way. Teaching Grade 12 social studies as "My class" though is causing this ongoing upset stomach. The english classes remind me that that is where my heart is. English is where the heart is period. My co-op English teacher is not a writer. I feel that the fact that I write gives me something he does not have and I loved helping students write poetry on friday. The students are great for the most part. I've already been asked out to the bar by the only nineteen year old in my class, haha. I respectfully declined.
I miss you guys, and can't wait until I have a life of my own again. (We should just go back in time to the basement shows where all that we did was something better than nothing.)
-Amber-