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Ryan Oake: You handed in an application? What for?
Me, solemnly: To ride a train, Ryan. To ride a train.
Ryan Oake, knowingly: Really? Was it the progress train? Because I could totally get you on that. I invented it.
Me: I know. No, it was for a job.
Ryan Oake, taken aback: A job? Where?
Me, a bit loath to admit it: Superstore.
Ryan: Huh. *thinks about it* You know, I can't picture you working.
Me, grinning: Hm. What does that say about me?
Ryan Oake: No, you just don't seem like the working type. Except... well. You'd be a good... uh... write booker.
Me: *cannot speak, laughing too hard*
Ryan Oake: ... Crap. Book writer! I MEANT BOOK WRITER!

Reasons why my life sort of sucks right now:
- I'm sick.
- My weird sleeping patterns have somehow been integrated into my biological clock so that even when I go to bed early I can't fall asleep until one in the morning.
- My even weirder eating habits have ingrained themselves upon my stomach so I can't eat even when I need to.
- I. CANNOT. UNDERSTAND. THIS. MATH. I do not fucking get it at all. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe I'm right and the student teacher is fucking incompetent. (I am definitely right about her voice being the worst Teacher Voice ever, though- it's like someone bred a duck who has a head-cold with an unfortunate foghorn, and out she came.) Or maybe I just have a block. Either way, I hate it. It makes me feel stupid, and I'm paranoid about my marks going down. (More for personal reasons than academic ones- I have never done as well in math as I did last semester, goddammit. I want to keep that up just to prove to myself I can.) As a result of this, math class is not half as fun as it used to be because whenever I can't learn something I get snarly and way too upset. Math class was my favourite. It is not fair.
- I have a sneaking suspicion that that independent project for Histoire Canadienne might be due fairly soon. I have not, as such, started it. ("As such" meaning "er, at all, really.") This is troubling.
- Thingies.
- I think I did that thing again where I start to like someone who doesn't really like me. Not that that's surprising, mind, but it does make for rather unpleasant headspace.
- I made the mistake of calling Andy Warhol a "lazy, apathetic loser with little to no legitimate artistic talent" in Art class. You know how in the movies when some dude's walking in the forest and he says something like "nothing can go wrong now" and then his torch goes out and he's ambushed by monkeys with pickaxes riding poisonous treefrogs or something? It was like that.
- Remember how Lollapalooza was cancelled last year? It's on again this year, but without the usual traveling schtick- it's being held in Chicago. And guess who's playing it? The Arcade Fire, Weezer, the Killers, and Tegan and Sara. *wails* I DON'T LIVE IN CHICAGO SO NOT FAIR DAMN YOU KEANU REEVES PERRY FARRELL!

Reasons (well, mostly just one) why my life sort of doesn't suck right now:
Ladies.
Gents.
Ladygents.
I AM NOW A WORKING STIFF JUST LIKE (MOST OF) THE REST OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
(And my mom's calling everybody. It's embarrassing. But it's also her birthday, so that's alright.)