March 2009
immediate goals
- Finish last unit of C30 by Friday and write the exam before Easter
- Finish last unit of Physics by Friday and write the exam before Easter
- Try to finish Acids&Bases unit by Friday & write the exam before Easter
- Finish Electrochemistry unit as soon after Easter break as possible!
- Finish chemistry on time!
- Take off the 12th-14th and get myself to Medicine Hat!
- GET A NEW JOB?!
-...
How low are your lows?
I noticed yesterday that the convenience store down the street had tried to call me on Tuesday. Took initiative for the first time (ever?) and called ‘em back today. I have an interview tomorrow. I really hope I get this job so I can quit at Mulberry and make more than 60 dollars a paycheque? I need to make some cash moneyzzz.
Another first: dropped acid with my sister on Wednesday....
I honestly cannot believe how far behind I am in school right now. I have to be done by May 1st and I have a whole 2 units left in Chemistry, as well as a lab and an exam, and a final, and all this shit in my other classes. It is really stressing me out hard. I was trying to review math today and it was just impossible. Kmsssssss
Kyle says: yeah, I'm usually always on the fence
I know how it feels to be on a fence
it hurts after awhile
well actually after like 4 seconds
Lied - got a Twitter. Westrem. I’m still not clever, just trying too hard.
Funeral was on Friday. It was fucking sad and beautiful and everything it should have been (though none of this should have been). Our eulogy was delivered effectively. Skyler was the first to break down and that broke me down. Cried our eyes out and then stopped. I felt really close to everyone I was with. Fucked up...
This experience is turning me into one of those people who looks at everyone around me and thinks that all their shit is so irrelevant, and I do not want to be that person. I am not sure why my personal grieving process is this way. All anyone can talk about is the funeral and what music to play, etc. and I am just thinking, you know, what is the point? I don’t care about funerals and...
Was going to post a survey on FB today, of course. But I couldn’t finish it.
“Is there anyone you can be completely yourself around?”
Not anymore.
What the fuck am I supposed to do without you?
I am pretty much terrified waiting for all of this to sink in. No one ever thinks that the first time they really lose a friend it will be their best friend. I am starting to realize that I will never hear his voice again. This summer, he won’t be in my backyard with a Heineken mini-keg and huge sunglasses making fun of everything. The next time I need a break from Megan I won’t be...
there are so many people i need to call but i can’t bring myself to call any of them
My hands smell like a hospital. Tonight I sat with a family I barely know and watched them cry, watched my sister and my friends cry, and watched one of them try his hardest not to. And I looked all around the room, at anything I could fix my eyes on, because I felt like the emotions I was feeling were better kept under wraps, and right now I am thinking ‘What the fuck is wrong with...
I know it is terrible, but sometimes I really just think my friends are not smart enough to appreciate the things I do.
Tim: "I have penetrated more vagina than you have ever seen."
Me: "Tim, you may have penetrated a lot of vagina, but that doesn't change the fact that you will never be able to grow a moustache."
Bystanders: "That was harsh."
Tim: "No, no. I appreciate that. Thank you for your honesty."
Biggest bonding experience last night. I don’t feel I really ever need to ask for more than strong beer, “do you think this is enough? I think we should have some more”, and Robin Williams c. 1982 in a frog suit. 11 on the Dreyfus scale. Sometimes I want to grab her by the shoulders and say, “At the end of the day, maybe these people are better than you.”...
“this stuff is a conspiracy. I mean, if you believe the stuff presented in these...”
– Dustin re: Zeitgeist. Possibly the most unexpected thing that has ever come out of his mouth (or rather, his fingers)? What happened to the conspiracy theorist extraordinaire?!
All things Ben Cooper.... you need to know about... →
Poppin' it.
I dreamed about him last night. Are you serious, brain? Please let me get mad obsessed with some more borderline-personality-disordered, conspiracy-theory-believing, incapable-of-ever-returning-the-feeling people. Feels so good to not be able to think about anything else? FML. Had ten-minute dream episodes between snooze alarms. My mother and I rolled an SUV on a sand dune because she was laughing...
