Look at me, I'm so arty!

It's very sad that you don't need to be an intellectual to succeed at university. When I was younger I always had this illusion about university *even unbc* that it would be different. The best of highschool maybe, but it's not. It's pretty easy to get a 65% average in highschool and scrape your way through a bachelor's in psychology. Ugh. Also, how are these douches who haven't progressed past the uninformed highschool like-on for communism even handling it. I mean, I'm not struggling but it's pretty difficult, even not being confined to a misunderstood dogma. Then there's the super pretentious masters students who think they're better than everyone because they've been in university for 12 years to get a second degree in some kind of arts thing that they'll never be able to pay for. I understand going to school for that long if you're going to be in medicine or something but it's embarassing to see balding wankers in their 30s wandering around because they really can't do anything except write lame poetry and fellatiate the egos of their professors enough to make a small temporary impact on the community of wannabe artists whos art is worthless and doesn't last. Really I think they're too afraid to do anything real because they know they're too old to make anything real and are just living in perpetual university life to cover up their shortcomings. They never became Picasso and now it's too fucking late. Grow up and DO something. Jesus.

ssssstressssss

I'm really bored right now because I have no car and Geoff didn't want to hang out so I have spare time to dwell on how unpleasant life is becoming this week, this culmination of all things that worry me and make life less enjoyable...

Things that are causing me stress:

Exams: for obvious reasons but also because I haven't done too well in previous semesters and would love to get my GPA up this semester. All of my exams are going to be pretty hard too and require a lot of studying that I just can't seem to start doing even though I'm so bored.

Car: My car is all broken and stuff and my parents want to sell it rather than keep getting it fixed. This is turning out to be way more emotional than I may have anticipated and is just adding a general air of depression to everything. No car will ever be as good. Change is sometimes good I guess but some other times its just plain for the worst. Like the tearing down of the Cameron Street Bridge, the eventual demise of my car and the building of Wal-Mart in PG. Sometimes the old stuff is just better and progress is just teaching us to accept less.

Summer job: as if school stress wasn't enough, after its all over and all that I could have done has been done, I don't get to relax, I have to work...and hopefully get a different job if I can or I'm going to go crazy. I will probably hear back from the thing I really want to do by next Tuesday so that will be nice, either way. I just want to know what is happening so I can make a plan and be less anxious all the time about the summer.

Money: I got none. Actually I have 200ish dollars which is more than I've had for a month but I have to work really hard on saving money and stuff. I want to drive Geoff (if my car is fixed) to Burns Lake on his birthday to get a club sandwich and possibly commune with some alpacas. I would also like a bike, a nice one at that. I don't really know what else I even want to buy. Some new clothes would be nice. I'm not about clothes like some people but I've noticed that my clothes that aren't just completely generic are all falling apart. It would be nice to have a level of income where I could buy something if I wanted it. Just like anything, like a taco or a ball of yarn or something.

Living at home: Ugh. My parents are really decent but I just really want to live with Geoff and have our own space. It would be really cool to decorate the walls with maps and have plants and hedgehogs and potlucks and cute stuff like that. To do that though I would have to work way more and have decent income so that I could pay rent consistantly and be sure that I would be ok and not have to move back home because I really wouldn't want to do that. ugh. I have to make sure my parents would still pay for school too or else it really isn't logical to move out until I have a bachelors degree.

Stupid Bitches in Canadian History

So...there are 3 main ones, one that sits behind them and a fat girl on the periphery. The 3 main ones all have blonde straightened hair and lulu lemon swag. Last class, the one in the back spent the WHOLE class on the lulu lemon website online shopping. Geoff is muttering. They whisper the whole time too, its like, welcome to grade 8. Awesome. In one class the prof (morrison) was talking about putting kids in french immersion and the one blonde skank was like MY PARENTS PUT ME IN FRENCH IMMERSION AND NOW I WORK FOR PARKS CANADA BLAH BLAH BLAH IM SO IMPORTANT EVERYONE LOOK AT ME BECAUSE IM TALKING SO SHRILLY. It really sucks, I feel like the general IQ drops around me when I enter this class, except that I sit beside Geoff and he apparently has a stunningly high IQ according to some online test so I'm ok. One of them has this offensively pink lulu lemon hoodie AND a matching pink lulu lemon shoulder bag. One has a lulu lemon binder. UGH. They have bimbo voices and that face that just screams "IM SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE IM SUPER BITCHY DONT YOU JUST WISH YOU COULD TALK TO ME BUT YOU CANT BECAUSE YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT KIND OF PANTS OR SOMETHING, I DONT REALLY KNOW BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS SMALLER THAN THAT OF A HAMSTER." Fuck stupid bitches. I'm embarassed that they go to university.

Gratuitously Cute Nicknames...

So I've decided just to be gratuituitous I'm going to start calling Geoff really grossly cute nicknames all the time but not tell him about it (I doubt he'll read this). Some things such as:

Pork Chop

Old Geoffy

Muffin

Munchkin

Precious (said in smeagol voice)

Cheese Ball

Mister Frodo

Pumpkin

Cupcake

Jelly Bean

Geoffrid

Chicken

Kiddo

Peanut

Biscotti Bits

Cupcake pants

and my personal favourite: Honey Bunches of Biscuits.


Get ready to puke world...

THE ONE RING TO RULE THEM ALLLLLLL

So Geoff and I are super cool and are watching the extended version Lord of the Rings movies for the second time this year...I even bought the soundtrack of the second movie off of the itunes. We watched the first one last night. It has lots of quotable lines which is pretty cool and I like it in that the group is all together so there aren't tons of Sam/Frodo/Smeagol parts where Frodo is just really really homoerotic on Sam. Frodo is such a chode. In the first Lord of the Rings movie, Frodo falls down 10 times.

Aarrrghhh

So I'm sitting on Geoff's bed and he won't be awake for probably another 10 hours because its only 9:50 in the ams. Ugh. I can't really think of anything to write about... I just clipped my fingernails all over his bed but he didn't notice because he's unconsious. Thats actually really gross. I didn't realize the extent of the grossness at the time. I just asked him if he wanted to go on a rollercoaster and he shook his head violently no and started growling. Then I asked him if he wanted sushi or a candle and he's thrashing around about it. This is a really boring post- and a really boring morning. I hope he reads this and realizes how boring this morning is. Ì'm going to eat some floor pizza. Yay his phone alarm is going off, time to get up? Apparently not, apparently its time to turn off the alarm and roll over, taking all the blankets and ripping most of the top sheet off the mattress and start snoring almost immediately. Boring boring boring.

Dreams

So last night I had a fever and was ill so I had a bunch of wacktacular dreams:

1. That I was on the Isle of Man and I was driving in my car down a highway (on the North American side of the road) and cars kept almost hitting me and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. When I finally figured it out and tried to go across to the right side of the road I couldn't control my steering and went all crazy off the road.

2. That Geoff was cutting his own hair and wouldn't let me help him and he was doing a really bad job, he had startled monk bangs like Emily and it was all uneven.

3. On the Isle of Man again, I was biking across this cliff and I just fell off, It was really tall.

4. Isle of Man one more time, I was doing drugs with my Momma and there were these people fishing off a dock and they caught a massive (like 10 foot long) fish and they were debating whether it was big enough to keep. Then we were in the Peel Carnival but it looked more like Hamilton, Bermuda up against some mountains than the Isle of Man. There were London Busses too.

So with this illness I have my eyes keep freezing over and it really sucks, my eyelids are all puffy and it generally hurts to look at stuff and I've realized, while hearing is so important because of voices and music and stuff, most of the best activities involve seeing.