Occasional Notes

Have spent most of the day sitting in my favourite, wireless enabled coffee shop with the BFF and laptops. I got a bit of work done and, in between, completely overhauled my icon collection. Then, just when I thought I was done, the BFF bought me paid time and now I have 41 more icon slots to fill.

I have my work cut out for me, oh yes.

Things that I love:

• mcee
  
• Ottawa
  
• reading porn working on my special education in Kenya essay at the coffeeshop
  
• my bike
  
• being done exams
  
• teaching
  
• planning weekend roadtrips

It is so very, very, very good to be home.

*frets over what to wear*

*frets over getting the necessary things done before the interview*

*frets about the questions likely to be asked at the interview*

*frets generally*

*frets specifically*

*has coffee*

*flail*

*flounder*

*facemashes wall*

ahyesmorning.coffeewhereomg.

Ack. Coffee. Then gym. Then doing things, liek. For school. Pants. Hi!

Aaaaaaaah, face, early, morning, WHY?!

*stumbles about*

*gropes for coffee*

In other news, this icon is particularly appropriate. While I don't exactly remember what I was dreaming just before I woke up, I do remember that Neil Gaiman was there, at least briefly. This confirms my theory that he not only wrote, but is Sandman.

In retrospect getting a huge cup of coffee at 7pm might not have been the smartest thing I have ever done. However, I was on my way to a meeting for a group work school project and I thought I was going to die I was so tired and at the time coffee seemed like a good idea. I didn't want my group-mates to think that I am stupid or a non-contributor to the collective efforts. I needed a pick me up perky making cup of magic.

Only now I can't sleep.

And tomorrow I'm going to look like Mr. Gaiman in my icon there when I have to go in early for school.

On the other hand, tomorrow in art we're going to PAINT! The teacher told us to bring SMOCKS! Do you know how long it's been since I needed a smock for school? History just isn't that messy.

In other news, have decided I miss my BFF and, although it's all very well and good to have a vacation, enough is enough and she needs to come home from Frenchland now, before she forgets how to talk right.




smock!

But what if the other kids pick on me and the professors pick on me and nobody likes me? What if I pick an outfit out that isn't cool and everybody makes fun of me? What if I trip and fall and when I stand up all my clothes have fallen off and I'm in front of everybody and they all laugh? What if --

Ooooh, coffee.

Good morning, loves.

I H8 PPLE OMG.

ESPECiALLY THE ONES SINGING BILINGUAL "OH CANADA" UnDER MY WINDOW UNTIL ALL HOUrS.

CANADA DAY WAS YESTERDAY, WANKERS. LET IT ALONE.

*facemashes the coffee*

It's too hot for coffee. What kind of evil weather is this?