It wasn't until I started working in retail that I begun to really celebrate holidays, like mothers day and christmas. Seeing my coworkers buy presents during the holidays make me feel more celebratory.
Hurrah!
The grass is finally getting greener, the birds are chirping louder, the sun is out longer, and Henry is starting to spray. I'm in a lighter mood because hopefully Leo's going to be free these next few weeks to bum around with me. Hurrah!
Today I was at work when this wave of depression hit me and I could not for the love of God explain why. I will only say this: BEING A GIRL SUCKS.
1) We have to deal with mother nature every month.
2) We have to deal with random hits of depression.
This is normal, right? I'm not the only one out there randomly being depressed for no reason at all, right? I hope this isn't an early sign for retardation or an early warning sign for my eventual fate as a crazy-serial-killer.
Or maybe I'm just bi-polar?
Nope, I'm just a girl. And it sucks.
One thing I do know for sure is that the random pangs of pain I have in my right hand is an early sign for arthritis, I have to stop doodling so much. =(
Dead Rat Swimming
Every year when it gets hot enough I make an attempt at tanning myself. For the second day in a row, I ventured off to the backyard in a pair of short shorts with a book in a vain attempt of trying to give my pale legs a little colour. And every year I fail to use sunscreen, explains why my legs are currently bright as lobsters and why the skin on my upper arm is probably going to start peeling off tomorrow.
Anyway, today my mom decided to call in sick because she couldn't sleep the night before (due to a fight with Matt that ended with a hole on the wall, more on this later). She was working in the kitchen when she saw me tanning away in the backyard and decided to bother me a little by demanding that we pull those nasty weeds out together. After much grumbling on my part, there we were pulling out weeds when all the sudden my mom screams and says, "THERE'S A DEAD RAT SWIMMING!"
I looked over at the bucket she was pointing at and there it was, swimming on it's side for who knows how long now, flies buzzing over it and everything. It was disgusting. I don't care how she's going to deal with that but I'm not going anywhere near it.
Actually, the dead rat swimming in black water explains a lot. Last summer when my mom set the stove on fire and called the fire department to put it out, the firemen decided to discard the offending stove by dumping it in the backyard. Unfortunately, the sliding door to the backyard was too small and they had to unhinge it in order to shove the stove in the backyard where it would then rust in peace. Ever since then the sliding door to the backyard has been broken and ajar, which means that insects, especially flies that loomed over a certain dead rat, could easily fly in the house. As disgusting as it sounds, it explains everything. And this also means that Henry's no longer to blame, hurrah. (My mom accused Henry all along)
That was probably the most exciting moment of my life for the past few days.
Tonight after helping my mom do this:
(I painted the butterflies, it's really ugly, I know.)
We watched It's Complicated together. She hated it, probably because the characters are closer to her age than she would like to admit, but I liked it. I didn't like the adultery aspect of the movie, since any kind of adultery is never good, but I liked the homey aspect of the movie. It was really nice how Maryl Streep's character is such a home maker and makes everyone feel at home in her kitchen. Is it weird that I want my kitchen to be EXACTLY like Maryl Streep's kitchen in that movie? Now only if I could cook.
Leaving
My friend Constance is going back to Singapore next month and I will miss her very much. We only met a few months ago when she started working with me, but since then we've gotten close. It's sad how everyone is leaving. Yesterday she asked me to go to Prince Edward Island with her to visit her brother since he's graduating from university, sadly I can't due to low funds. I told her that if she ever comes back from Singapore we'll definitely go.
I should write her a letter to read on the plane.
Yesterday, Mona and I went out for lunch at my favourite Wendy's since she was leaving that evening to go to India for three weeks. I'm going to miss Mona and her complains about guys.
Now that I'm done classes I'm bored. Bored that I have nothing to do and bored at something else.
'tis sweet freedom
Hurray! I've survived second year with less bruises, scrapes and mental scaring than I've expected.
Today while studying for my British Literature exam I had a mini breakdown and started crying. As it turns out, my friend Emily was also going through the same thing. (U of T Sucks!) But we both pretty much survived, I'm happy to say. During the exam I bull crapped, made a lot of BS guesses and managed to write an entire essay of nonsense. I'm expecting a 55%.
I was looking around during the exam and there was this guy who was sitting to my right who looked at the exam paper, had a mini freak out, and basically gave up. He just sat there, staring into space for the rest of the time. Damn. Another girl wouldn't stop scratching her head.
So here are my plans for the summer:
1) Learn to Drive.
Shut up. I know. I should have done this five years ago.
2) Successfully Survive Summer School.
3) Read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows!
4) Find another part time job.
5) Buy a six foot pillow, sew arms and legs and attach curly hair on top to keep me company for when Leo heads off for another adventure in China.
6) Volunteer with cute, little, troubled teenagers.
7) Write a novel/Finish Toronto from A to Z/Learn to crochet and knit/Learn how to use photoshop/doodle
I think I'm missing something.
I'm torn between finding another part time job and volunteering this summer. I need the job because OSAP doesn't give me enough money (the amount I've received from them does not even cover my textbook expenses) But then I need volunteer experiences with kids for future references. And I like volunteering with kids, though I haven't done it in a while.
Since I'm already doing summer school and working at Sears, I can only choose one or the other. I suppose I can always find a part time job that involves kids or volunteer during the school year, but that's just crazy talk.
Cruel cruel.
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