late nights, bright lights

Ahh, now I really feel at home.

I'm at the library, as my internet access at home is really bad (aka: non existent). I have the feeling I will be here a lot this summer.

Applied for yet more jobs today. Second Cup was actually hiring, as was Montana's so I'm feeling... what? Hopeful?

Guh. Everything wants 'training' or 'experience' or 'french'. Stupid... jobs. Jobs are like ovaries. Nobody wants them, but just about half the population has 'em. (Okay, so the actual employment statistic is probably a lot lower than half. You get the idea.)

It sure is a nice library...

I've been home for four and a bit days and I miss North Bay like crazy. Not just all the people, but the 'it's not quite a suburb' feel and the ... North Bay-iness of it. Sad day.

There is no
life I know
to compare with pure imagination
living there
you'll be free
if you truly wish
to be.

What would I do in a world of pure imagination? I wouldn't get yelled at for stupid little things like forgetting to let the dogs out or not vacuuming on Wednesday when I vacuumed on Saturday.

Colin came down and took my to the library where we read children's books for an hour and a half. I feel surprisingly better. Or at least I did until I walked into the house.

As lame as it sounds, I want to do it again [the reading books at library with boy, not the getting yelled at and feeling like trash].

In my world of pure imagination, I wouldn't have to clean my room, because it would always be clean. In my world of pure imagination, Leah wouldn't make up excuses for skipping class when we have fifteen days [FIFTEEN DAYS] of rehearsal left to pull together a full-scale musical. Yeah, having your period and cramps and stuff sucks really bad, especially because your ugly-but-still-nice boyfriend just moved to Burlington, but shut the fuck up and dance your skinny little ass off, whore. I mean, I did; Janyne did; Shar did [minus the 'skinny little ass' part].

In my world of pure imagination, I would not have had a panic attack at the dentist's today. Ehh, her fault for putting me in the x-ray machine. My file said I was prone to panic attacks in small spaces, but did she listen? Fool.

In other news, I made tons of money for the Canadian Cancer Society's Daffodil Drive today. Well, me and my assistants. [I was officiating. Suckers.] Remember kids, BUY DAFFODILS.

Updating from the library. I just lurve the people watching, I do. Except that the damn 'shift' button is evil and won't work properly. Damn having to use caps lock to make proper capital letters.

And the battery on my mp3 just died.

You know how Mark is all like 'I can't believe a year went by so fast?' Yeah, well. I can't believe twenty five years went by so fast. Ho hum.

But the Russian Revoltuion is a voice. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name, in fact. And do I dream again, for now I find that people around me are staring and giving dirty looks at my lightning fast typing distracting them from their surfing of pRon sites in a public place.

Heh, so I have a tendency to type really loudly. Why don't you just put on headphones you silly people? Sheesh.

Mmm, cookie. Cookie and slash: what await me when I return home. Peace my friends. Peace on Earth and goodwill t'wards men. [and ladies.]

Now I have to write this very quickly because I am running out of access time. I'm at the Toronto Library, and I only had fifteen minutes, but that's nearly up now.

My friends are jerks. They all left without me.

: (

Oh well. Weiiiiird music on right now.

Oh, it's the Blood Brothers, no wonder.

You know, I put all my music on my mp3 onto a play list, by alaphabetical order, and it's been on since about ten and I'm only at the 'b's, not to mention the hour it was on between sven forty and eight forty.

Oh my, that's a lot of music.

Nano is so close, I've already started panciking!

No plot? May be a problem after all.....

[Look at that, five minutes left!!]

Seriously though?

This isn't funny.

The library is packed. I had to wait a whole nine minutes for a free computer terminal.

Grr.

I want my computer back!