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12/25/2004
"Ah duh."
Been feeling under the weather the last few days. Physically blah. Am still good on the inside though ;)
Was *this* close to picking up Better Than Ezra's Deluxe, but I fought the urge and bought groceries instead. Priorities, hmph.
Didn't make it to class on Friday, bumped into my prof later that evening at the department shindig. She was preoccupied with other people though. Guess I'll be skewered the week after, ulp. At any rate, I was there for all of 20 minutes before I took off, but not before another prof told me about an ex-student who graduated, was a stripper for 10 years and is currently teaching at U of T *grins* I also realized two things: one, how intimidating a crowd of Cultural Studies people are, and two, social events are really not my thing.
You know it's getting dry when you nosebleed two days in a row.
I hate feeling shitty.
Yes, Carl is a real person. I met him while at the bus stop, and we talked for a bit. It was rather surreal, slightly frightening, mostly interesting. I had all these questions running through my mind, thought a lot about how people might write him off as 'crazy', 'mentally unstable'. How some people might pretend he didn't exist, walk by, walk off without a nod or a smile. I don't deny I felt like doing that at many points throughout, pull on my headphones when there was a lull in the conversation, maybe walk away instead of waiting for the bus, but in retrospect, I'm glad I didn't. He's a person with insight and thoughts and opinion, and he made the day just that little bit more interesting.
And some dude from the hydro company wanted to speak to my parents when I answered the door. !@#$!!
Currently listening to: Jason Mraz's I Melt With You
Random observation: Just want to sleep.