YOU go back to Canada please.
I just applied to Universtiy. The next decisive four years. The rest of my life.
Man, I am not ready for this. I feel like I’m dragging my feet. Apart from occasionally daydreaming about walking the streets of downtown Toronto with a book under my arm, or calling my parents from Ottawa, or doing something equally romanticized in whatever place I end up, I don’t spend enough time considering the actual logistics of me going from Point A (angsty suburbia) to Point B (angsty post-secondary institution requiring hard work).
As hard as it was for me to click the mouse button and shell out $166, I have to admit I’m not as worried as I should be. Somewhere in the back of mind there’s the quiet suggestion that everything will work out fine, and so here I am doing the bare minimum. Story of my life, hmph.
Actually, I am a creature addicted to guilt. So, this whiny episode was brought to you by the fact that I’m coming to terms with the utter lack of any work done over the break.
On a happier note, today was one of the best distractions from work I could have asked for. Free cookies from the subway man. Sleeping. Ray Romano. Back warmings. A dinner party (looking forward to my pee smelling funny Jason…) The hardest game of Charades I have EVER played.
For the record:
Apathy --> three syllables --> first syllable A --> second syllable PIE --> third syllable TEA
Carbohydrate --> four syllables --> one :CAR --> two :O --> three: HI --> four: ATE
Jason and Dennis got both of the above because they are geniuses. Genii?
Jason also got “Treaty of Versailles” in exactly 4 seconds.
Work tomorrow from 8 to 3:30. ROAR.
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