Weird day.

This morning I had a small victory because the story of when I hardcore wiped out, slid down bus stairs and on to the ground on my back in 8th grade is no longer told by that bus driver during bus safety briefing. However, Katie made sure that nearly everyone on the bus heard it anyway. But I'm no longer an official example of improper bus safety, and that, my friends, is a step up.  

I went from that victory into emotional distraughtness because I found out that two of my close friends broke up. I think I had a worse reaction to it than they did. My lack of mental preparedness for that threw me over the edge and I spent the duration of my bus ride to the library for Co-op texting in all caps and just generally freaking out (by myself, on a city bus, the words "I'M IN WORSE CONDITION THAN AT THE END OF SEASON 2 OF SHERLOCK" were texted). About two and a half hours later, I had almost completely come to terms with it and regained emotional stability, realizing that it's pretty much an ideal break up, that things probably aren't going to change much, and that I was being irrational. I do sudden change wonderfully, you see *sarcasm*. I need to suggest that people give me time to recover (not at school or alone on city buses) when they give me unexpected news because when I lose all rational thought during the occasional emotional outburst, it's not pretty. Heck, one of the recently broken up people tried to comfort me. That's not suppose to be how it works.

This brings me to the part of the day when I realized when my Co-op teacher dropped by the library to visit me that she may or may not ship QHD and me. In the first thirty seconds of visiting me, she brought him up and informed me that his Co-op placement is legitimately across an atrium from mine, the perpendicular wall to the library. I wasn't expecting that, either. Literally a stone's throw away, taking into account my lack of upper arm strength. I have a theory that the entire universe just ships us for the humour of the situation. Should be interesting, both spending afternoons in that proximity to QHD and being part of my Co-op teacher's suspected OTP.

I also think that my bad childhood OCD may be reemerging, which I hope isn't the case. #dayofthemillioninitialisms

And that, folks, is basically what sums up my weird day. May your day be less fraught with weird than mine.
Hearts,
-J-

Flippy clocks are cool.

Today was a good day of accomplishing things that I've been putting off forever. The walls of my room are slightly less bare than before with the addition of maps, my $3 flippy clock is fixed after I bothered my brother for a while and my ample collection of scarves is washed of that stuffed-in-a-closet-all-summer smell. Along with that, the most recent episode of Doctor Who is finally watched, along with another three episodes of Gilmore Girls (I have a problem) and I've acquired about six months worth of music suggestions in one sitting, as I need to get my pretentious barista music tastes up to scratch. I'm kind of overwhelmed by the 100+ new songs in my itunes because I don't know where to start listening. It's a good type of overwhelmed.

However, tomorrow I have to stop being an antisocial machine of minute accomplishments for a little while to have Thanksgiving dinner. I kind of dread every time I have to go see my relatives. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but whether it's true or not, I feel like they judge me a lot. In that house in the depths of the country, less than half of them graduated from high school. And there I am, an intellectual/artsy kid born and raised in the city. Basically, I am the polar opposite of them in most aspects.

I know that I'm going to show up tomorrow, stand around the awkward huddle of my cousins and their significant others and be asked questions about my life (because I never do anything interesting enough to make it into interfamilial gossip). At least now, unlike summer, I can say that I have a job. Then they can make subtle pokes at the fact that I'm (1) perpetually single and (2) going into liberal arts next year, lasting all of an awkward but inevitable 2-5 minutes. There are enough people in my family who manage to poke at my insecurities in a joking sort of way that makes me uncomfortable. 

Well, hopefully I get lemon meringue pie and a few good laughs out of tomorrow. 

Mika - Elle Me Dit

^I think I'm going to start putting music down here^

Hearts,

-J-

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-