Thank the lord for work.

Strangely.

Come home tillbeans.

I want to take you out for suppers and buy you flowers and go see live theatre!

• Death and the Maiden
• The Melville Boys
• A Christmas Carol
• Six Dance Lessons in Six Weeks
• Elephant Wake
• Girl in the Goldfish Bowl

Mm, the first, fourth and sixth interest me the most. I hope you like plays, bean.

I'm a fake.

I miss the past but the past was a sham! A terrible, terrible sham that I set up to prove (, in the future), how much of a senseless bag I can be.

I know you don't believe me but forreal, love.

I am eating beef-flavoured noodles and watching a Sam Roberts special.

Happy Canada Day.

Who knows.

 

Ahh, and with today being my last day of school (and right now being my last second-period spare ever), it doesn't feel like the end of school. I blame this on still having to get up at seven in the morning three more times to come to school, sit in a desk, and do three hours of work before going home again. Final exams. It isn't over until I stop showing up here, that seems sensible enough.

 

I have things going on all over the place, work things, school things, apartment things, bill things, money things (separate from both work and billings). I'm not stressed. I am coasting. Eventually I assume, I will coast myself into a brick wall and realize I should've been doing things all this time, but not yet. Alas!

 

It's bizarre to think, as all you already-graduated's will find adorable and nostalgic, that I will never see these people again. It's not important that anybody else in this lab I don't regularly talk to, don't nod to in the hallways or anything, I'll just never see them again. They aren't people I'm holding onto by any means, but I've seen them every day for at least four years. The twins who live in my town,, I'm not friends, we don't chat, but I've seen them every day since I was eight years old, and I won't see them anymore aside from by chance sometime possibly.

 

I don't mind I guess. Likely just means I will smile at kids I never smiled at in high school if I chance seeing them in the mall sometime.

 

Happy final-writing. I start tomorrow.

Pip says:
Man
Pip says:
that subway you work at.
Pip says:
I can see it from the front of my boardwalk building
Pip says:
I will become your best customer as soon as i have money
sean. Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked. says:
I quit
sean. Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked. says:
lol
Pip says:
FUCK
Pip says:
WHEN


DAMNIT SEAN

Would also like to note that this entry really shows my intellectual side.

 

Cocky kids bug the shit out of me.

 

 

 

 

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Christ, shut the fuck up.

Deposit is down, we start moving our shit in on Friday.

We have basically all the furniture we need, and now just need filler junk like paper towels and dish cloths and windex and vacuums and spices and so on so forth.

The south end is miiiiiine.

 

And I  feel silly being so damned happy about it all: we're clearly going to fail miserably, at least for the first few weeks, the first month, more than that (we're not exactly budgeting gurus). This is a natural progression thing, and it sounds fairly typical to say I've been waiting for this in a serious manner for at least the last ten years, and now I'm between three and fourteen days away from it (depending counting from moving stuff in to actually moving in myself).

The point is, if someone were to casually ask about my plans after high school, I can say "Oh, I get the keys on Friday", like it's the most uniform part of my day.

 

If a housewarming party comes of this, bring your own party favours and some extra for me; I will be much too broke to afford to buy 40's.

Well, beans to that.

Having a roof over your head hadn't really struck me as something easy to forget about or not make an effort to sort out. Yes, reasoning is suiting but there's so many ways one could have made sure they arrived. On time. Or at the very least explained that there was a misunderstanding and apologies all 'round for the lack of showing up to such an important appointment.

All in the past, all in the past. Let's just hope tomorrow goes a little more smoothly. If that appointment isn't being re-erected pretty much as I type this, I will be one angry arthur.

 

I had a dream I was pregnant. I went to see two doctors, who were both young men with some kind of contraption reminiscent of a coat hanger, to uh.. take care of it.

I left without having anything 'done'.

Also dreamt while waiting for Tyler to come home from work on Saturday, that he was late, and so I went boating on the (imaginary) creek behind his house, where I came upon a field where my friend's soccer team was playing, only they had already played, and i was stuck in a rerun of their game so I couldn't decide if they could see me or not.