Just picked up a book called The Waiter Rant. I think it will probably be pretty relevant to my life.
Thank you. I appreciate that. Still open to debate though.
I just finished reading Paper Towns.
John Green, stop staring into my soul.
I had a bad day. So I went to the Art We Are. They had Peter’s Peanut Pumpkin Soup, which is pretty much the best ever, so I got some to go. Danny gave me my soup, and then gave me a hug. Theeee best.
Now I’m at home alone, with Said the Whale, some soup, and a glass of wine, and I can’t decide if this whole situation is really awesome or really depressing.
Let’s not throw around judgments, kids. Play nice.
Or the scene of a murder. Stranger danger.
I think I’m feeling okay right now. Other than the fact that I may have broken some part of my foot.
Yesterday was Rah’s birthday. We went out to dinner, and then to her place. Drinks all around. Oh dear. It was interesting. Good times though.
Hung out with Rah again today. We wandered, chatted, killed some time at Starbucks… Decent afternoon. I bought a book. Paper Towns by John Green. I can’t read the book I got at the library any more. Books written in present tense. I just can’t. I have higher hopes for this one. Anyway, I was planning to read The Fault In Our Stars. But I’m not really into reading a book that’s going to make me cry at the moment. Shocking, I know.
What else. I have a credit card now. That makes me feel old.
Bought a new wallet to hold said credit card, along with my 2836746 other cards. My old wallet couldn’t handle all of them and my copious amounts of change. Cool story, I know. But I’m strangely satisfied by the fact I can now locate my cards easily and close my wallet without difficulty. It’s the little things, people.
Oh, another equally dull story for you. I was doing a whole lot of nothing around the house, and I looked outside to see a pretty fantastic sunset. So I grabbed my camera, threw it in my bag, picked up my tripod, and ran out the door to see if I could capture some decent time lapse material. Well, you know what’s a really bad idea? Running when the backpack you’re carrying your camera in has a forgotten can of beer in the bottom of it. Yep. Didn’t know that was in there until I realised my back was soaked. Thankfully, the camera was alright. But I’m sure everyone I passed thought I was a raging alcoholic. And no, it wasn’t worth it at all, because by the time I got set up the level of awesome of the sunset had decreased significantly. Though even if I had gotten there earlier, the location wasn’t as great as I thought it would be. So. That was fun. Guess I’ll be taking a different bag to work tomorrow.
I’m going to backtrack for a minute. I think I’m feeling alright now because I’ve been pretty neutral about everything. Things could go one way or another, but I’m really not too concerned about any of it. I feel like I can deal with pretty much whatever.
Or something like that. Or maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about at all. Still running on very little sleep. I never learn.
I feel sick. Not physically ill, but really quite anxious. Do not like.
Also, apparently I’m an insomniac again. It is 3:16am. I don’t plan on going to sleep any time soon.
Oh, and a full bottle of beer was dropped on my foot earlier. So that’s not feeling great.
But someone insisted on walking me home tonight. That was nice. Actually, it’s probably one of the loveliest things. Apparently chivalry isn’t dead.
I’m not sure how to go about time lapsing with someone who is anonymous.
I think this is one of my favourites.
There are no words.
Just stumbled across a friend’s new blog. And well, it’s pretty great. This girl is hilarious, witty, absolutely gorgeous, and apparently a fantastic writer to boot. So, lovely lady, thanks for entertaining me yet again.
http://1000unfortunatethings.tumblr.com/
In other news… Who am I kidding. There is no other news. Work. Home. Food. Sleep. Such is my life. But it’s a life with income, so no complaints. Also, my unconscious life has been making up for the lack of excitement in my conscious life. Holy hell. I’ve been having the strangest dreams lately. Really vivid and plausible, which is irritating and awesome at the same time. I just want to sleep all the time so I can dream. It’s like getting to the best part of a book, and then having to put it down right in the middle of all the action. And all you want to do it pick it up again.
Speaking of books, I got one from the library a little while ago. It won the Governor General’s Award a few years ago, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I don’t think I’ll be able to finish it. It’s written in present tense. Can’t stand it.
Huh. I’m getting back into rambling. That’s nice. I like that.
Now it’s time to get back to dreaming. Goodnight.
Guilty pleasure: Grey’s Anatomy. Yep. You learned something today. I’m a sucker for that show. Season finale was heartbreaking.
No apology necessary. It’s good. But it’s strange. All this coincidence is verging on being a superpower. Though if you’re a mind reader, you could be reading the minds of far more interesting people than me. So I’ll dismiss that theory.
