At the moment, I am on the phone line with Telus. Yesterday I spent over an hour on hold waiting to tell someone that I need a new phone line but I gave up on waiting.. I'm a little impatient.. So yeah.. i just got off the phone and now because the moron before me decided to cut the wires to my phone jack, Telus has to send out an installer to hook together two wires before they can hook up my phone line.. And he doesn't come until next FRIDAY.. That's a whole nother week. But after that time, i'll have a new number. It's 604-824-4015. ahhh... Telus makes me raging.
I'm still sick.. yes.. now I find out I have bronchitis (spelling..), not just some stupid death cold. Yeah. I'm kind of getting stressed about school already. I'm taking all these art and design classes and they scare me a little. I'm not sure if I'm quite good enough to be doing this. My mind seems to be drawing a blank on all good ideas. In fashion drawing, I think I'm fairly good, I can draw my hands really well (which was our first assignment).. In sculpture, I have to think of a wooden box with something inside of it. It's something I have to design. My own idea of any shape wooden box with anything inside of it. I can only come up with one idea.. I have to have three. By today... at 1:00... I don't like all this rushing to come up with ideas bit.
I need to go to the gym but I'm so tired from the sickness.. Maybe I'll get over it, then work out. Good plan.. i should go now. I missed my opportunity to do laundry at the mat. But after school possibly.. Ok.. time to go.. love you..bye bye
I GET TO MOVE IN TOMORROW!!! Can you tell I'm excited? I like living here temporarily and all but I love living on my own. I'm an independent kinda girl. I actually like to do my own laundry and dishes and make my own supper. And let my kitty roam free instead of being cooped up in the garage! poor kitty... she's mad at me.
Anyways, I'm sick today just like the past 14 days and I think I might die soon. This thing doesn't seem to be going away. I went through a whole bottle of cough syrup and now I've had to resort to Buckley's...ugh.. and it's gross. I didn't think it was that bad, but oh it's bad. I've been stressing now about my student loan and line of credit because I'm confused about the interest and payments and accounts and all that crap. It's fucking pissing me off and I'm thinking seriously again about just canceling all that shit and taking the $1200 i have saved up and going to Europe or Australia or anywhere but here. Away from the bank and government and all their shit. Can you tell I'm raging? All I need now is some rye to finish off the rage...
I went to the beach with Corianne and her sister in law yesterday and it was fun. I swam in the ocean finally! .. this could be why I'm so sick today. No one ever said I was the sharpest knife in the drawer. I've been thinking about hot cops for some reason. Could be the book I read. Ha.. that reminds me of Craven. "What are you girls doing?" ... "Lookin for hot cops." "We left a bread trail and now we can't find it. Damn scavenger birds. PILFER! PILFER! Then deciding to smash lawn chairs instead of just pilfering. Run.. run.. Discus/Pole Vault/T-ball. Flavoured Condoms.. "PO PO YEAH!!" Can I ride your horse? .Oh.. it says "Your AD here"..good times
I don't know really what to say now. Should i have an interesting rant? Should I even write a rant if I initially know it will have no purpose? Do you even want to read it? Am I actually writing it for you? umm..no.. I am a little bored.. Someone is yelling for Maggie outside. Must be a pet or something. I at first thought someone died because I've been reading too many of those Stephanie Plum books and someone's always getting shot.
I was at the bank today, finalizing my student line of credit thing and then I went to check my balance on the ATM. Then out of nowhere, this homeless guy is like right beside me, mumbling something at me. I was like, "What?". And then he goes, "I'm hungry, can i have your change?" I mean I'm sorry and all but just go away. And what the hell is he doing asking me for money right in the middle of the bank? who does that. So the teller came over and asked if I needed help, then the drunk guy left. Heh, when you have no money and haven't even started to look for a job, why not get drunk? And then steal change from someone who can spare it (me) so you can get bombed.. Heh.. that money could get me bombed. And that is important. As I was driving away from this instance.. I'm pretty sure I saw someone die in the alley. Three paramedics and pumping someone's chest. Small crowd gathered. Now if that's not depressing , i don't know what is.
But I'm not depressed and I'm lucky to have what I do. I don't really know how to end this rant. I sound like I have no compassion. I really do..sometimes... Heh, I need some Cat Stevens and a lime margarita followed by a Coors.. mmmm...Coors.. Do you think Corianne's family would notice if I went for a beer run and kept the Coors in my car? ... ... ... ... ... ..
I WENT TO VV YESTERDAY! There is nothing like a shopping spree at Value Village to make my whole week amazing and wonderful. Except sex that is and let's not get on that topic again! .. I bought a shirt that says Harris Family Reunion and has Bill's name on the back. Does it get cooler than that? ... i didn't think so. I can not believe it is only Tuesday. Wow.. the days are going by slow.
I had some troubles with my student loan (someone in the Fin. Aid office filled in their part wrong), so now they have to assess it again and get back to me. I have also had to get a student line of credit because the government for some reason thinks my parents can pay for 8000 dollars of my schooling. Are they on crack? yeah.. i think so.. It's almost like they don't want me to go to school, instead drop out and work at Laurier for the rest of my life. Considering that's my life's goal and ambition, I should get right on that. I once had someone tell me that I'm not wife material (or in so many words--i'm sure he didn't mean it like that but it sure sounded like it). That's a kick in the nuts if I had any. Nice.. Something to look forward to. No.. I ignored what he said because I know that's not true. I have more self-esteem than that and I would never let those comments make me feel worthless. Or at least not for any time longer than a week or two. Surprisingly to many, I still miss this guy. Ok.. his name is Mike, not like I have to hide it from anyone anymore. They all know. I was thinking about this earlier today. Do the people that I think about, think about me at all? Do they miss me even a little? Do they wonder what I am doing? Do they regret things? Does Mike even care if I'm still alive? Not that i dwell on it, it just crossed my mind and my mind is shared with you all...time to go.. bye
I AM ON A ROLL! .. i kick ass and you all know it.. Anyways, I've been surprised that somebody is actually still coming to my site to check that my rant has changed.. and I started to think about it that I hope it's someone I know and not some creepy sick old man guy that is stalking me.. sick.. no more of these thoughts.
I can't sleep lately.. why? .. you may ask.. possibly because my mind is on overdrive. The lack of sex is going to my brain. And I blame some people more than others. You know who you are.. Anyways, I start to imagine all these different people and what they would be like... guys from my past, guys I worked with this summer, those one night stands I had that weren't that memorable but could get better the second time.. heh you never know.. sometimes 20 seconds ISN'T all it takes.. Some men will never learn. So selfish, so stupid. Because we talk..oh yes we do. Lots. All the time. About everything. IN DETAIL... think about it. You know you talk too. I've heard you. I love working with guys, you learn so much (some things you don't want to know.. especially when they talk about you).
I move in in 5 or 6 days and I'm getting antsy. I'm running out of things to do! My mind is going crazy.. read above. But I'm getting caught up in my letters. You'll understand later. Hopefully much later.
SEX.. why does it make us go insane? or only me for that matter. And I don't just want any sex, I want meaningful sex. With someone who fucking cares what my first and last name are.. What's your first name again? Brad? Brent? ... I always called you Molde. For some reason, that's funny. Ok... goodbye now.. can you tell I need some? Don't test me.. Love you all.. bye bye for another day.