I FINALLY FUCKING FOUND THE STUPID SHOW WITH THE BLOODY STUPID BIRD. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO EXPLAIN THIS SHOW TO PEOPLE FOR YEARS AND THEY THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY. BUT I FINALLY FOUND IT! AND IT WAS CALLED KITTY-CATS IN ENGLISH.
BITCHES!
but, seriously, that fucking bird has been haunting my life. and i now remember his name was flap. damn you, flap.
damn you to hell.
cheers.
side note: i think it's also worth mentioning that i've been singing "christopher lydon" at work for the past month and everyone i work with now knows all the lyrics because of me - even though they've never heard the song themselves.
"I've forgotten which habits to hide and which habits to break.
i got my tattoo done yesterday - a birthday gift to myself - and had to sit through a 4 hour inking session. when it was done, i was exhausted. i came home, took a shower and just crashed. so, at least i had a full night's rest. i really like the place i got it done at, though. it's a new shop that opened up just up the street from me. they lowered the quote as a promo and gave me pop and cookies while i was there. i was entertained.
on monday, i got an ear infection towards the end of my shift at work. my ear had been hurting all day, but only started to really kick in about twenty minutes before i had to leave. when i got home, it just got worse. the day after, i called in sick to work because i couldn't even get out of bed. but i was out of sick days, so i pretty much lost a day's worth of pay. my manager called me yesterday and said that i can do a mid on monday to make back whatever hours i missed this past tuesday because she knows it's tough living on your own and all that. i thought it was sweet - especially since mondays are dead and we don't need more than two people working.
i'm finally on the final season of angel. that being said, i have decided that connor is the most useless/annoying character in the history of everything.
though, he's really my dad's uncle. regardless, i have no idea how i feel about this. at all.
wednesday, i am getting a tattoo. an early birthday gift to myself. i should call and book an appointment. school has been killing me primarily because i'm the biggest idiot in the world and left everything for last minute. good job, cat.
i'm a little giddy. it's pleasant.
i have to go to work. i really don't want to. one of these days, i'm just going to walk in naked. i would blame it on momentary brain lapse and go home.
brilliant.
the only upside to going to work today is that i finally fixed that sound problem i was having with the fourth season of angel. i can finally finish the bloody series. HURRAH!
cheers.
"Satin sheets are very romantic - what happens when you're not there?"
just have been...busy? i think. i can't even remember. i stay up late for a number of reasons then sleep through the rest of the day. or i work crazy early, come home and take a nap. or i'm out doing really dumb things with people whose names i don't remember the next day. though, i am currently staying in a bit to finish an assignment before heading off to school.
for some reason, i really wanted to listen to alanis morissette. don't judge; we've all fallen victim to it before.
gab: i have the first episode of the sarah connor chronicles downloaded. obsess with me today? y/n? i'm going to have to watch it sometime in the late afternoon, though.
I WISH I WAS STILL FUCKING SLEEPING. JESUS.
cheers.
"We got a papercut that's got you feeling like maybe we're not meant to be."
my good friend sarah kam called me a few days ago. i haven't spoken to her in ages, so i was a little surprised to see her name run across my cellphone screen when i felt it vibrate.
apparently, she got us both tickets for mogwai on the 20th. i am excited.
i'm also seeing nine inch nails with nick in...august? some day in the summer.
i'm also going to the jazz festival. i'm pretty stoked.
edit: does it offend you, yeah? august 4th with vanessa.
summer's lookin' up. 'cept i hate the fucking heat. damn you, heat.
damn you.
cheers.
"The day you stop being hideous is the day I'll stop smoking, thank you very much."
i adore jazz music. it hits me in all the right places.
it's all i listen to while at work. everyone that comes in stares at me like i'm crazy when they find out that i listen to it by choice. in my old apartment, i would light up a cigar, lay on my couch and listen to the jazz station for hours. when i get my bed, that will be happening quite often.
i can't wait.
cheers.
"And all the monkeys aren't in a zoo, every day you meet quite a few."
1. if i hear the beginning of peacock skeleton with crooked feathers by the blood brothers, i HAVE to listen to the rest of it. i can't live with myself if i skip to the next track. 2. i am starting my sex and the city obsession, once again. 3. i'm planning on giving away my room mate's cat because i'm tired of fucking taking care of it for her. 4. i hate summer. 5. i bought a dark night poster of the joker yesterday and, i'm pretty sure, once my bed gets here, waking up in the middle of the night and seeing that looming over me will probably make me crap my pants. 6. i am addicted to soap from lush. that and one of the girls that works there is ridiculously cute, so i'm always tempted to go back. 7. i slept with a girl that lives about 10 minutes away from me - up highway 10. the first night she ever brought me over to her place, the first thing i noticed was that, rather than curtains or blinds, she had garbage bags taped to her window to keep the light from getting in. she is not in a good place in her life. every time i bus home, i pass by her apartment and always catch myself glancing up to her floor to see if she's finally gotten curtains. a few days ago, i was overjoyed when i saw a light shining through her window and curtains muting it - only to realize a few seconds later that it was the floor below hers. i'm somewhat tempted to just send her curtains anonymously, just to see if she'd put them up. 8. i finally bought the proper stretcher for my ears. 9. i am working for 11 hours straight tomorrow and i think i just might die by the end of it. hopefully, i will start and finish everything that i have to do for school. hopefully. though, i have a feeling i will spend most of my day watching things on my laptop. 10. i'm not any better since my last entry, but i pretend i am.
today i spent a significant amount of time going through old lockers with two friends, taking whatever was left in them by past students - that was of use, mind you. well, i took what was of use (art supplies?! hellz yeah!) and zaria just took everything. it was one up from dumpster diving.
i've decided that it is not possible for me to be on time for anything. i physically can't do it. even when i try to get somewhere on time, i am still late. i don't know how this is possible; i don't know how this works, but it always happens. i remember i once left a good 40 minutes before i should have for work and i still managed to be late. something out there - something big - is eating all my time. that is the only logical explanation i can think of.
i am considering disassociating myself from people for a little while.
it just feels like the right thing to do, for the time being.
yesterday was one of those days where just one person had to say one stupid thing and i would have gone batshit crazy on them. but no one did, so good for them. except, they cut the lock off of our locker at school - so i went batshit about that, wrote a pretty mean letter on our locker, only to come back to it later to find it cleaned and with a note sticking out of it. something about how they don't appreciate being cursed at. that's nice - i don't appreciate having my lock cut for no reason whatsofuckingever.
i also found out my old writer's craft teacher is leaving my high school. this made me ridiculously sad, but it was bound to happen.
What I hate more are six hour classes that don't make sense.
I'm a grump today. I want to go home and clean. Then ignore everyone, get into bed with a cup o' tea and read a good book.
Not many people know this, but I cannot wear belts. I am allergic to the belt metal and suffer from insane sever rashes if I wear 'em. As a person that cannot wear belts, I cannot begin to explain just how irritated I get when I see people wear belts and still have their pants falling off their asses. I turn into the hulk at the sight of this. I am going to start a group devoted to this, for it is something I feel strongly about. Or maybe I'll just rally up a group of people to kick users who wear belts incorrectly in the shins.
Spread the word, good people. Spread the word.
Cheers.
"I'll take my time and write a song that ends sadly."
in other news, fred is ridiculously adorable. i squee every time she's on angel. i literally squee. eating peanut butter under a table? *melts*
school was rad. had to buy a textbook, which wasn't rad, but wasn't bad either - it's a textbook on fairy tales. i can live with that. even though i pretty much own every fairy tale ever written. bah.
work was lame. i left at 12.
and that is that.
cheers.
"I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened."
skipped school again. woke up, was in pain, stayed in bed. finally got up, shuffled to my computer and just watched angel in my pjs for most of the day.
i also went grocery shopping. bought some more crumpets because, like i've stated in previous entries, they are god with nutella. simply god. mmm. delicious god.
my days are always filled with excitement. yep. that's what i keep telling myself.
i pulled a lie - a lie no one will tell anyone else at ALL - and went downtown instead. i worked all weekend. i wasn't able to enjoy the holiday at all, so i made today my holiday. i went downtown, bought my art supplies and BOUGHT A BIKE! i finally bought a bike!
after i couldn't hang out with my adventuring buddy anymore because they had to go to lame work, i biked all the way home. yeah. that's right. i biked from toronto to port credit. my everything hurts like mad.
and i'm still grinning.
it seems that i am on a dresden dolls binge, once again. it seems like i'm never off of this binge. i downloaded their live show from san francisco when i got home and i can't stop listening to it. it has the best version of astronaut i've heard yet. this pleases me. immensely.
i am so bloody fucking tired.
cheers.
"And I can save you, baby, but it isn't worth my time."
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