I think you're a hit Melissa.
Guess who is supposed to be writing an essay right now?Ugh. I am in school on a Saturday and someone is playing soul music down the hall and I forgot my knapsack full of books and notes at someones house that I don't really know very well. I am hating soul music so much right now. It sounds like music for a gore sequence in a movie. I feel so ultra useless I was going to at least take out some more books but it turns out that I do not have my wallet so basically I stalled all day to walk here and do nothing. I wish I could turn into a bear for the winter. Animorphing is the best power ever, fuck flying, fuck x-ray vision, fuck invisibility. Also I dunno, best excuse for everything possible is sorry I turned into a bear. Sorry, I am filming an art film about a bear that just loses her fucking mind when she hears jackasses listening to soul music and she goes on a rampage because she can smell them from miles away or whatever.
Okay the music stopped. I guess that is the power of positive thinking.
One of my essays is on hooked mats and I am super into it. I even made up an idea. I know.
My other essay is about porcelain specifically this one piece and let me tell you it is boring with a bore.
I talk like a granny now. I keep using all these nerdy expressions.
I was half ass shopping on my way up here because I was stalling but ugh it just- stores make me cranky they are loud and there is so much commotion and crappy christmas songs and people were REALLY talkative today. Maybe it is district manager day or something because people are walking up to everyone like HELLO DO YOU NEED TO SPEND 40 DOLLARS ON TEA FOR CHRISTMAS??? and I kept just sort of running away. Stupid.
Also someone working at a wal mart in the states who was opening up the doors for a big sale got trampled, trampled to death, by people going in for the big sale. The story is here.
In case you too effing lazy to go read it I have attached the picture they attached to it. Not the same store but still I think it is important to see an overweight woman in a m&ms jacket running into a wal-mart at 5am. Ugh, in some ways I am kind of hoping for a recession.
I used to go to these "midnight madness" balloon drops at Zellers. I think that they dropped the balloons at 9 tho because it was mostly old ladies who liked to go to them but they could get a little vicious like no trampling but definately toe stepping and grabbing. The grandmas would take grandchildren there so that the kids could be like little servant balloon grabbers and kinda do the grandmas dirty work of being pushy and grabby. Ugh, this is kinda harsh but that is why I want to be a grandma it is pretty much like having slave labour at your disposal.
One more thing sorry. Umm, okay I am reading the news and commenting on it sorry. The title of this article is "Dead raccoons used to vandalise New Brunswick home" and when I read it I thought it meant used to as in they used to do that so I was like whoa what the hell GHOST RACCOON HAUNTING but yeah it's not that. I was taking the recycling out the other day and someone had thrown a dead raccoon in there. It scared the hell out of me and now I am afraid of the recycling bin. Did I tell you guys that already? |
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