This weekend was, in its entirety, really strange. It was like one of those dreams where everything feels slightly wrong and a little removed from reality.
On Saturday, I kept running into people completely out of context and it put me in a strange mood. I worked an evening shift which was a little unusual for the weekend. I worked with Missy and Hannah and Reeves came to visit us. Reeves told me a valuable pro-tip: if you ever have to go to an all age show with a bunch of punk kids, you can fit an entire bottle of wine in the largest Burger King cup. I thanked Reeves for this knowledge I will definitely use countless times in my future. When I went home after work I was in a weird mood and I got a few somewhat panicked texts from Maegan telling me to come to Tatyana's, and despite the fact that I was making myself some meatballs and was already in my pjs, I went anyway. I stopped at Tim Hortons to get timbits because I was in the mood for spherical food and I ran into my parents in the parking lot. I arrived at Tatyana's at 11pm to Tatyana yelling at me "Maegan met a boy! She met a boy!" and the details of the BVT gig they went to, where, evidently, Maegan met a boy. Maegan, who proved the claims that if she tries to load emotions she crashes, was anxious and unable to deal with anything, Moriah was giggling on the floor, Tatyana was hardcore facebook creeping, and I was quietly eating noodles and spherical food in the corner. The extent of her 'meeting a boy' was dancing with him at the gig, briefly yelling things at each other, and getting each others phone numbers. I disproved because his cover photo features him in a backwards baseball hat. Then I fell asleep.
Today I woke up at Tatyana's I realized I left my work shoes at home across town and instead of going three blocks over to church, I had to drive across town and back to get a damn pair of shoes. On my journey, I just kind of collapsed at a Tim Hortons for half an hour eating oatmeal because there was no breakfast food at Tatyana's and I had no motivation to move. I got to church an hour late. At the end of the service, I got a facebook message from a former youth leader/guy that I worked with a few summers ago telling me that he has a cyst in his brain and he's getting surgery in a few weeks. "Hey I'm getting brain surgery" was the cherry on top of my slightly surreal weekend. It was only them that I left to get to work for 1pm.
Hearts,
Julianne
I knew there was a reason I preferred the King over McD besides the flame and despite the creepy King mascot. I had to google timbits just to make sure they weren't, well, something else I was imagining. speaking of, how does the Tim Hortons oatmeal stack up against the McD oats? more mapley?
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