Birthday.

Yesterday, my birthday was a good day despite that I had bunches of yearbook stuff to do (I like yearbook, I really do, but I've had to do most of my section in the space of five days). I still got to hang out with some lovely people at Tatyana's, got serenaded in five part harmony in the hallway after school, ate pad thai and got gifted a fake bonsai tree. That's a pretty fulfilling day.

Will had this weird moment yesterday where he just stared at me for a few minutes and told me how old I was and I kept getting gradually more defensive. Though I must say that this is the first age that I've turned where I feel legitimately older than the previous age. I can also now legally purchase fireworks (I have to use this power sometime in the near future), drink in Quebec (because I party so hard, you know), vote, and get a credit card (in my case, solely for buying books on amazon). Not going to lie, the fireworks one is most exciting.

Today I've been snowed in all day. Apparently the driving conditions are awful because visibility is bad and snow is only building up in huge drifts here and there. Work was cancelled so I got to spend the day on tumblr and watching Gilmore Girls. I should probably do some of my ever present schoolwork, too.
Hearts,
-J-

At least life's quirks amuse me.

(Photography class is forcing me to take decent pictures)

Sometimes, I feel like my life is a series of jokes played on me by fate just to make me a little uncomfortable.

 So, there's this guy who was in my math class last semester. He sat in the back row and was one of the few kids to actually take that class seriously, considering that he's already graduated and is upgrading his diploma. I've never actually talked to him but I run into him outside of school at least four times a week consistently for several months. When I had Co-op, I often found him at the uptown library when I was there and on the bus on the days when I was on the East side. I also run into him in completely random parts of the city every now and then. Around November, I realized that I am more or less accidentally stalking this poor boy and found it hilarious, and then it just didn't stop. We sort of uncomfortably co-exist in a completely unspoken, unacknowledged state while going on our own little ways. 

Today I was in the guidance office to write on a list where I want my transcript to be sent. I skimmed the list out of curiosity to see if anyone else is applying to King's and there are legitimately  only two people other than me (out of a class of over 200): my friend Hannah and this guy. I saw his name on that list and I was in awe of this ridiculousness. Not only this, but I saw his last name and something clicked and now I'm 99.9% sure that he's the son of my infamously batshit crazy, apathetic, painfully sarcastic physics teacher Mr. Kelly (to whom I was compared to twice in the last week and, to quote Will,"The more I think about it, the more it's extremely true").

Fate may or may not be sentencing me to four more years of awkward co-existence, especially at such a small school. We can be background characters in each other's lives. Either that or, according to my friends, we'll have to get married because this could be the beginning of a reasonable rom-com plot.

Maybe if I talked to him at some point, or even made eye contact with him, it might make everything a little less strange.
Hearts,
-J-

Things accomplished this weekend:

• Working 12 hours.
• Ripping off the bottom of my cheap work shoes and having to make them last two more shifts.
• Nearly half of my admission essay.
• Two free evenings of people assuming I was high. 
• Putting peeps in a Starbucks employee microwave just to see what would happen.
• Running errands for my friend who was working at said Starbucks, which meant picking up Dead Space 2 and Apple Jacks.
• Determining that on a scale rating singleness from 1 to the Pope, I land somewhere between 8 and 9.
• Going to see Warm Bodies with hopes it would be super awful, but turns out it's just unpretentiously committed to mediocrity. 
• Sitting in Tim Hortons with my movie buddies and were really loud and reminisced about last year's musical, Miss Saigon, so the words 'prostitute,' 'hoe' and 'whore' were being thrown around often. There was also one guy who falls under the archetype of 'lone stoner clad in drug rugs who hangs around with mostly non-stoners and thinks he's really profound, i.e. "You have to put love into brownies *thoughtful pause* but sometimes I put in hate instead." and "Do you guys ever think about cups?"'
• Making decent food because I had a brief moment of time where I could. I'm so sick of pasta and ramen.
• So many jokes about the Superbowl among people who care little about sports. "Superbowl? That chess, right?" We think we're funny.

Hearts,
-J-

Livin' it up

When I turn 18 on Friday, the only thing that I want to do then that I can't do now is get a credit card so I can buy books from amazon. I like to live it up.

 I suppose I can vote now but there's not another federal election scheduled until I'm 20. However, there is a provincial election scheduled for late next year but I'm not likely to be living in the province at that point. Not to mention that I'm pretty apathetic about the politics of a province with a whopping 2.24% of Canada's population that is consistently shitty no matter who runs it. I heard someone joke that the best thing people do in this province is drive through it and I don't disagree. Oh, and then there's municipal elections, but those are even further away and actually a hopeless case at this present moment.

Back from that tangent, I guess I thought 18 was going to be a better age but in reality it's looking to be nearly as arbitrary a number as 17. Fun fun. 
Hearts,
-J-