Zombie walkin'

 Today was Zombie Walk, an event where people get zombied up and spend a ridiculous amount of time theatrically ambling down a main road. Technically, it's for charity, but it's more of a "'cause YOLO" type of event.

With Kaelen's help, I was pretty zombied up, but we were little in comparison to some of the people that showed up. We still looked sufficiently out of place as we drank hot chocolate at Tim Hortons afterwards. 'Twas fun.
Hearts,
-J-

Christmas unicorn.

Just a casual reminder that Sufjan Stevens exists and is a majestic being that released a twelve minute long song about how he is a Christmas unicorn from his fifty-eight track Christmas album. That's a $15 I'm willing to spend.

I'm speechless from the amount of unexplainable awesome that is Sufjan Stevens.
Love,
-J-

An elephant of information is in my brain.

My head is just so full of information. This afternoon, my first day at my Co-op placement at the library, included a crash course in library software. It was from a librarian with a fantastic beard. I was also introduced to upwards of fifteen people and my mind is full of names that I can't place with faces and half of snippets of information that will probably eventually come in handy. A highlight of the library was when I came across this gem while shelving which was especially funny because it was on the cart, which means that someone checked it out, which means that with any luck, there is a small, knitted royal wedding out there.

I left my crash course in library software to attend a crash course in yearbook software. Yearbook is so pretentious that I often just blankly stare at the computer screen and try to figure out how I got there. The co-editors-in-chief are the two most nondescript humans to ever walk the planet*, and I'm suppose to go to a meeting on Wednesday about fonts. They need a separate meeting for fonts. I'm taking my city bus to Co-op, as there's no way I'm wasting a lunch hour discussing my lack of opinions about fonts. Hopefully yearbook looks up as more stuff begins to happen and hopefully the other editor for my section didn't actually bail on yearbook as she appears to at this point.

After two crash courses in previously unfamiliar and slightly obscure subjects, I came home and researched Chilean flora for some BS IB English project. At least I can forget Chilean flora when I'm done.

When I start baristaing, my mind will probably explode from all the information I have to remember. I suppose I'll settle in eventually and have acquired all I need to be super knowledgeable about libraries, coffee and fonts.

At least I have a long weekend coming up (I heart Canadian thanksgiving) and I'm going to see Looper tomorrow night with my Library Crew friends.

*The quotation from Catch-22, "Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was," applies equally well to both of the editor-in-chiefs (well, except that one is female). I passively dislike them for being such incredibly dull people/ having no sense of humor/ lacking in any personality whatsoever.
Love,
-J-

I suppose this is what led me to buy $7 of M&Ms in the first place

It's 5:30am and I still feel too emotionally mangled to face this week with any enthusiasm at all, not to mention I start my Co-op placement at the library this afternoon. Not to mention I have an English presentation on Chilean flora to finish for tomorrow, a yearbook meeting after school in which I need to learn software in the presence of the most pretentious/boring people I've ever found and my overly excitable English teacher who constantly has her head in the clouds, this weird almost cough that is just enough to keep me from sleeping comfortably, a history essay about Bismarck that I want to finish before Thanksgiving weekend, I start applying to universities anytime now, a World Lit paper to start at some point and a job starting in a week that begins with consuming lots of caffeine at an unfortunate time in the evening that means I will either build up my evening caffeine tolerance or not sleep much for two weeks of training. I hope that having a busy life doesn't mean that I break a lot. I can deal with all this, I just don't need unnecessary emotions to get in the way. Pesky emotions.

I look forward to a few things on this list and I can deal with the rest but I'm presently extremely overwhelmed. Hippie Jesus camp just pushed me over the edge. Dammit, Hippie Jesus camp.

All I want right now is a few summer days to live without having half a gazillion things to deal with. I might need take the approach of laying on the floor for a few hours (when I have the time) and eventually get up and continue with life, which usually helps to some degree. I think I'll make it through with the remaining of the $7 of M&Ms I bought on Friday.

And for someone who feels generally content with their life, I've had a lot of existential crises as of late.
Love,
-J-