I'M AN AUNT AGAIN
Do you ever find that when one really bad thing happens to you, every bad thing seems to be dumped on you at the same time? I've had problems lately that's forced me to rethink my entire life. Everything I had planned before me was set and for once, I felt like I was on track to achieving my goal only to have it all stripped before me in a moment.
I had the worst week possible. Insignificant things kept piling on, and I couldn't tell anyone. And then come yesterday, everything was so good. Complete 360... and I don't know what to say other than "Thank YOU" because I am truly blessed. The night before, I cried and I prayed and I cried and I think you heard me.
Now I am back, and I'm not going to let things get in my way. First thing's first, to get this thing back and running. I don't care if creeps are reading this anymore (this makes TWO), my life is too good to be weighed down by insignificant things right now.
This is the busiest week of my life, but I managed to waste so much time and not be productive at all. I think I am the type of person who always puts "fun" before "work" which is not the worst thing, but not particularly a good thing either. St. Patty's Day made me sick for all of Wednesday, when I was supposed to simultaneously work on my Policy report and study for my F.A.T. midterm for Thursday. I did neither and I wasted my day because I did not really want to do any of it.
Went to Mirage and oil change with Ira and Lilian, pointless and ridiculous group meetings for irrelevant things, Sushi Star for dinner, and went home. Stayed up til 5am for no reason, took an interrupted/badly rested nap for a few hours and then hammered out my Policy report in the morning. Went to class the next day, and poorly attempted to study for F.A.T. even though I was falling asleep, ended up deferring the exam, hung out at friends' house and went to Morty's.
I feel like I am not productive at all and I don't deserve to have fun right now even though I am. I have to make up for being so slack and work myself silly this weekend (except when Howard comes up to visit) to atone for my bad behaviour. I'm grounding myself in the computer lab to get all my crap done for next week and I will not leave until it is done. No movies, TV, treats or fun things until then!
Happy be-St. Patty's Day, friends. I hope yours went well because I barely remember mine. Just kidding of course. But seriously, I got kicked out of The Spur because I drank a little more than I could tolerate at the moment, and I puked in the bathroom sink. I use the term "kicked out" very loosely, because the girl was very polite and I sincerely obliged, even though I didn't really know what was happening. I even asked Justin, "Why are we leaving?" and he lied to me and said it was because we finished all the food and beer and I believed him. I didn't know, so for that, I am sorry.
It was a pretty alright night, I think - Lilian was happy. She said I was "hilarious" last night, so as long as I didn't inadvertenly offend anyone, it was all in good fun. I enjoyed the walk home the best, I think. Cyrus was kind enough to take an incriminating video of my incessant drunken ramblings. It would've been better if certain events played out better so that Ira, Jacey, Jackie and James could've got in when we did but it was all okay in the end, I think. No green beer though, but massive hangover yes =(
Lilian is back, and EVERYONE KNEW except for me. Weeks in advance! That's because they all thought it would be funny to surprise me, and to relish in the delight of seeing my utterly shocked expression. And they ALL kept this secret from me. LILIAN KEPT A SECRET, while Ira was acting all suspicious, telling me she was having a birthday party in March when her birthday is in June. Everything makes sense now. LILIAN IS BACK PEOPLE AND IT'S TIME TO PARTY.
So there was a BBQ at Jackie's house, when all along I thought it was for St. Patty's day. No, it was a welcome back Lilian party. I am so happy! Yes, we played poker and Mike Murakami stole all our money again. After the party, we went to this lavish bubbletea place called Go for Tea in Richmond Hill and then dropped Lilian off at her Markham home so she can sleep off all of her jet lag.
Ira, take a sick day off from work! Lilian is coming back on Tuesday for St. Patty's Day = GREEN BEER and MASSIVE HANG OVER.
my roommate who smells good
my last Laurier dining hall perogies, ever. what? i'm nostalgic
after a boys drunken night out, jam session at kevin's house. that is marcus passed out on kevin's floor
kevin was really into singing about killing whores. he's scary when he's really drunk
shannon is a master of freestyling. and also at doing chin ups in mid-air
last Sunday, I made Spinach Cannelloni's for my roommates, it took forever!
...but it was worth it! yumm
I rearranged my room and put my bed in line with the door like in 3rd year. Ira told me that feng shui dictates that you absolutely cannot put your bed in line with the door. It's known as the "coffin" or "dead man" position, symbolizing how the dead are carried through doors. It freaked me out and I started obsessing about feng shui so I rearranged my bedroom another three times. This is the result. It's not the best, but I am tired of moving my furniture!
do you like them?
everything i tell people is only a small part of the real, greater story. i let people know only up to what they need to know. you just believe the words that come out of my mouth. don't you ever ask... "why?" you are all fools for not thinking the worst of me.
that is my life.
so ashamed of it that i am a closed book trying to burn the pages behind me as the story is being written.
do people ever learn from their mistakes? i don't, but i should. no more fucking around.
