I know I'm a slacker, but I gotta go and practice my ska moves to impress all of those who think I cannot dance....heh,heh,heh.
I'm such a creep.
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So my mother is out of town for the night and she is seeing if I can be left alone without totaling the house. So I figure she should be home by five tommorrow, and if Im up by ten, I should have the house in tip top shape. I hope all goes well. Silly karate boy. Some physcotic eleven year old kid in a karate uniform grabbed my ass today and ran off. So Strange. I'm loving the freedom. Yay for Hot hot Heat in a few weeks... Grad date? I think not. Anna |
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I'm all partayed out. My stomach is so grossed out. We watched The Hebrew Hammer, Anarchist's Cookbook, Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle, and Euro Trip. Fucking daylight savings. Lose an hour...I'd rather it stay dark out. We decided to walk to the store (Olesya and myself) at four o'clock in the morning and when we were arguing over which kind of mini pizzas we should buy, some drunk forty-year~old creep, comes up to us. Puts one hand on Olesya's ass, one hand on my ass, and starts yammering on about god knows what. Shit! I have never gotten home that fast, doors locked and lights off...Christ he was a creeper. So spring break is officailly over tommorrow and I sure didn't accomplish much of anything. I need to work on my English presentation so incredibly bad. What a night. If I ever see that much junk in my life again it will be too fucking soon. Tall, Dark, and Independant. All I got for now. |
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Wow, it was warm out today. I wore my stripey work shirt with my black sweatervest. I felt pretty. I have a dentist appointment and then my younger brother has a lacrosse game. #1 Goalie in all of Alberta for his age. I'm so proud of him. I also have to watch Anna tonight for Olesya because she obviously wouldn't want her sister aprehended by social services and maybe the 5 year-ol can teach me some Tae-kwon-do moves. Anyhoodles. I know I'm a slacker, but I gotta go and practice my ska moves to impress all of those who think I cannot dance....heh,heh,heh. I'm such a creep.
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The day went on and on and on. I slept till almost one in the afternoon but was still horribly tired all because it was friday and stupid me had to watch Babar and then The Wedge. Both incredibly blissful shows for one who has been watching both shows I'm sure since I was twelve. I worked tonight and my shift draged on, although, it wasn't bad until the last twenty-four minutes or so. Then I decided to walk home for a change. I couldn't understand why so many children my age... or I suppose young adults... were out. Yeah, totally forgot it is Saturday. Not that it matters. Olesya is gone until freaking Wednesday and I'm sooo lonely. I suppose I could attempt to hang out with Matt or Patrick or something, but why? I might as well use my time alone to get some work done. Shit midterms on Monday. Did I study? No. Although, on monday all I have is the creative reader's response, and god knows, writing has never been my weak point. Most days its my downfall. I'll start my homework or something and start writting a story or a poem. Wowzers what a long journal entry tonight. I'm dogged right now. I'm going to hide myself in my room. Eat dunk-a-roos and then do a little yoga before i slip into the realm of unconscienceness...And like last night, likely dream a many a blasphemous thing. Nightly Night. Let my brain shut off so I might for once have a comfortable sleep. |
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Who knew going to a sell out Canadian indie band concert would make me so happy? Except I can't get a hold of Rosa and I was hoping we would go together so I wouldn't hafta take the bus home at like one. Meh, Will write later. Wish me luck so I don't get raped by a drunk man on a public transport system!! Later!! 
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