Star of Wonder

Only half our latest string of lights is working. This is the way I'm trending lately. I buy a string of Christmas lights, half of them explode. It's happened now for half the lights on our tree at my apartment, and now that I strung some lights around the window at Miklos's, half seem to have died there too. Strange phenomenon.

I just drank some Dr. Pepper because I bought a bottle for 99 cents, and even though I don't like pop most of the time, I do like a couple sips of the Dr. every now and then. As most of the time, I drink water, milk, and maybe a little tea, this small glass of blackened flavour water has already made my teeth hurt. The rest of this bottle will surely be left to go flat.

It occurred to me earlier in the week that the first job I ever tried to get was because my stereo was broken and I needed money to fix it. Turns out, all these years of joy later, I never did get that stereo fixed, and I'm pretty sure I haven't had one in the meanwhile. I don't think they even sell stereos these days.

If anyone feels like donating a car without blown gaskets to me, I would be eternally in your debt (or at least until I paid it off monetarily or sentimentally). Until then, if you're ever trying to find me on a day I'm supposed to be working, try any gas station or Tim Hortons from here to St Catharines. I'm sure to be re-coolantizing my car at one of them.

Cripes.

1. Death
2. Taxes
3. If I apply for and get a job, the training will almost certainly always fall on the ONE scheduled week of vacation I will have planned all year.
   

Sexual Healing

Today:

Car battery died today before I left for school, so I took the bus instead, despite the fact that it would mean disrupting the class when I walked in 15 minutes after it started. Better late than never, I thought to myself. (See also, in Nikki's strikeout mantras: You have to spend money to make money!, and Think positive!, and You can't make your candle brighter by blowing out someone else's flame.)

So I hop on Pop the bus and things are going good. I develop an affinity for an Emily Haines song I haven't heard in a while because I am finally listening to my mp3 player and not the car radio for once, and the bus, packed with people both sitting and standing, progresses up the highway toward the school. Of course, half way up the skyway, we get stuck behind a big truck driving slowly, so I think, my view obscured by standing bodies, until I realize we're going about 30km/hr on the QEW. Hm. Turns out there is no truck in front of us. We are actually breaking down. The bus makes it (thankfully) over the highest point of the skyway, then coasts, ("I think that's just gravity though," muses a girl nearby) all the way to the bottom of the skyway, and croaks.

"If you want to try walking, I'm gonna be here a while!" yells the busdriver.

I think this is hilarious. I call my dad, laughing in disbelief at my luck today, while walking down a service road with approximately 40-49 other people, toward the school. Of course, I'm pretty far from the school in walking distance terms, but by the time my dad gets there to help, I'll probably already be at school. An accident involving a guy on a cell phone coming out of the White Oaks parking lot and a guy innocently driving down the road almost happens about 20 feet away from me and the others at one point. "Wow," I keep saying. "Wow."

Twenty-five to 30 minutes later, I arrive at school, and miss the other bus home that I would have preferred after that adventure to take instead of staying for the last half of the one class I had today, because it leaves the parking lot just as the group of us reaches the top.

Amazing!

Ah, Bathfitter. I forgot my shower puff at the other place. I'll have to get that tomorrow.

These sunglasses were never meant to be. The first time I lost the arm to them, it was for two or three months, maybe more, and I found it in a purse the other day. Wore them today, and fucking lost the arm again when the glasses fell off on the bus. FUCK, I hate how much I loved those sunglasses. There's no getting the arm back this time. Hate.

I'm gradually reducing the vast mountain of boxes in my new living room. It's getting there. My bedroom is rather small and I hate it haven't found room for everything yet. Bought a curtain rod today at HomeSense (don't buy them anywhere else, if you ever find yourself in a curtain-rod jam; they're overpriced and ugly). Just need curtains now. Couldn't find nice ones.

Cool blue lighting reminds me of an asylum/Toronto. I need new light bulbs. Warm coloured ones!

I'm so angry about the sunglasses! And I am worried about Milo. :(