This day was exceedingly annoying.
My Women's Studies final was a total joke. Our prof gave our proctor the wrong exam, so we only had to answer 2 instead of 3 questions. But that's actually a good thing, considering how my thinking processes (and penmanship) have deteriorated. Right now, I'm struggling to form coherent sentences. It's almost tragic. I did find out though that most of the class got shitty essay marks, and my marks were one of the highest. It was a momentary ego boost. Because the highest is still pretty shitty.
Afterwards, I met up with a bunch of people, and we ended up in some dimly-lit pub. And while the lot of them giggled and guffawed over their beers, I was grumbling over fish and chips (grease!) and my sociology notes (no, really). And then I had to drive them home. Because they were useless. And we got lost. Which is a forgone conclusion, really, given their diminished (and my non-existent) navigational capabilities (and license). But at least we didn't end up in East Hastings. We did almost cross the bridge to North Van. Luckily, my mom's frequent trips to Wal-Mart clued me in, and I turned just in time. I miss driving.
Wait. Why was this day exceedingly annoying again?
My dad said I could get an Xbox 360. But I feel bad for him. He really shouldn't be left alone with any of us. He just gets sorely abused (his wallet anyway). While my mom was away, my sister raided Vuitton, and my brother raided Nokia. I tried playing around with my dad's phone (he got a new one, too) earlier, but he took it away from me in a huff of indignation because he didn't want me to see his "sex messages" from my mom. (Hello, trauma, how've you been?)
These past few weeks have been a blurr-r. I can't remember what I was doing 2 days ago, but I bet it involved studying and stress. And maybe a little alcohol, since I do remember I was well on my way to being drunk at some point.
People are leaving, going home to their families for the holidays. Canada is turning me into a ditz. I was already a ditz in Manila, but this time it's somehow worse.
My dad is cute.
My Women's Studies final was a total joke. Our prof gave our proctor the wrong exam, so we only had to answer 2 instead of 3 questions. But that's actually a good thing, considering how my thinking processes (and penmanship) have deteriorated. Right now, I'm struggling to form coherent sentences. It's almost tragic. I did find out though that most of the class got shitty essay marks, and my marks were one of the highest. It was a momentary ego boost. Because the highest is still pretty shitty.
Afterwards, I met up with a bunch of people, and we ended up in some dimly-lit pub. And while the lot of them giggled and guffawed over their beers, I was grumbling over fish and chips (grease!) and my sociology notes (no, really). And then I had to drive them home. Because they were useless. And we got lost. Which is a forgone conclusion, really, given their diminished (and my non-existent) navigational capabilities (and license). But at least we didn't end up in East Hastings. We did almost cross the bridge to North Van. Luckily, my mom's frequent trips to Wal-Mart clued me in, and I turned just in time. I miss driving.
Wait. Why was this day exceedingly annoying again?
My dad said I could get an Xbox 360. But I feel bad for him. He really shouldn't be left alone with any of us. He just gets sorely abused (his wallet anyway). While my mom was away, my sister raided Vuitton, and my brother raided Nokia. I tried playing around with my dad's phone (he got a new one, too) earlier, but he took it away from me in a huff of indignation because he didn't want me to see his "sex messages" from my mom. (Hello, trauma, how've you been?)
These past few weeks have been a blurr-r. I can't remember what I was doing 2 days ago, but I bet it involved studying and stress. And maybe a little alcohol, since I do remember I was well on my way to being drunk at some point.
People are leaving, going home to their families for the holidays. Canada is turning me into a ditz. I was already a ditz in Manila, but this time it's somehow worse.
My dad is cute.
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