I'll go for 'quirky.'

Today, I realized I can sing the (high) bass line in most choir songs. Possibly the weirdest victory I've achieved of late. One of a the stranger perks of being a girl with a naturally deepish voice, though I don't know how to feel about this at all. I will add it to my list of eccentricities.

Also, picture a fist pumping t-rex. Now picture a group of high school students in formal dress trying to act like fist pumping t-rexes. There was also a rendition of "Forget You" with horrid dancing, morbid water cooler discussions, my future while adopting the lifestyle of a squirrel, and the realization that approximately 85% of choir kids, many of them niners, are cooler than me on the average Saturday night.

Gotta love spending hours waiting to music festival.
Love,
-J-

Anti-burger flipping and chihuahuas

I went on a bit of a spending spree and feel guilty. However, I might have redeemed myself by tossing out about fifteen resumes into various places in the retail center of my city. Hopefully someone calls me back for an interview. I hate the fact that I will probably end up working in a mall of retail evil and idling middle schoolers who think they're cool, but that's where most potential employment lies closest to my house. My other option is burger flipping, which considering my friend Katie's experience in that area (aka, working with people on acid precariously in a MacDonald's kitchen), I think I will avoid such things like the plague.

While I was on my resume tossing expedition, there was a middle aged lady standing in front of me carrying chihuahua under her arm in line at Winner's. That in itself was a little strange, but what completed the picture was that the dog's tongue was perpetually hanging out of the side of it's mouth. Like, it's mouth was closed but its big pink tongue was awkwardly protruding from the side. A lady in line decided to make conversation with the chihuahua-carrying woman: "Does it's tongue always stick out like that?" She replied,"Well, you see, she doesn't have very many teeth . . ."

What a sad life that poor toothless chihuahua with the awkward protruding tongue must lead, taken shopping under the arm of a middle aged lady. Thankfully, I contained myself and didn't awkwardly crack up.

I appreciate the crazy people of my city. I should make a documentary.
Love,
-J-

Imminent summer.

Yesterday, it hit me that summer is soon. Like, in a little over a month. BAH. I have many things to accomplish between now and summer, such as getting my license, several major projects, an IB French exam, school exams, planing for senior year and finding a summer job. SO MANY THINGS.

This summer, I will strive to make money while also having free time. I want to have a summer where I can see my friends on days that are not on public holidays. I want to get a sufficient amount of sleep, avoid selling my soul for minimum wage and a huge workload with a sporadic schedule that basically requires one to constantly be on call. I will avoid a job that makes IB classes feel relaxing.

Basically, I don't want to repeat last summer. I want to have fun, read, go to the beach and make crappy contemporary art that I will tack on my walls for eternity. 

Because of who I am, this means that I made a list of things I would like to accomplish this summer in the tab thingies at the top of the page. As soon as exams are over in June, I will commence accomplishing my summer goals. I will add and cross things off as necessary. 

What are you guys doing this summer? Jobs? Chilling? Becoming a superhero? I'm curious.

I shall continue my night of listening to Sufjan Stevens (I'm on a kick) and filling out job applications.
Love,
-J-

Slightly related link of the day: The Age of Adz - Sufjan Stevens

I wore something other than jeans. So proud.

Music festival and my Co-op interview today. I hope my Co-op interview goes well and I don't do anything naively stupid and/or offensive (I made it through an interview to work at a baptist church last summer, so I can't do that bad at an interview for a class. Hopefully that logic works out). Also, it's a good excuse to abandon my usual jeans and look a little snazzy:

As the kids who do morning announcements at my school say, have a classy day.
Love,
-J-