Probably unnecessary enlightenment.

I got my acceptance letter for King's today and I feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Also, Reeves has decided to "corrupt [me] in like, a good way, as a gift to someone [he] loves very much": he's taking it upon himself to train me to be a good replacement of him for Hannah next year. I joked that the first step was to talk exclusively in metaphors but he just responded with a "No." So far, I have several approved steps on my path to Reeves Enlightenment:
1) Think you know more about something than you do.
2) Everything in moderation, including moderation.

So my basic steps to becoming a suitable replacement for the most self knowingly eccentric/pretentious person I know is (1) to subconsciously make things up and (2) go insane occasionally.

I suppose I can add from my own knowledge the steps of sending ambiguous texts and giving off illusions of grandeur and mystery.

I feel like there are so many more steps to come because Reeves is bored and I get the impression that he likes to manipulate things when he's bored, this time out of mostly narcissism. We're going to name this operation eventually when the name "reveals itself" and have meetings and everything. I look forward to learning how to be Reeves from Reeves.

I might just be marathoning too much Friends lately but this seems like a bit of a sitcom situation. However, most things about Reeves seems to be a bit of a sitcom situation.

(And that's the most interesting thing that's happened to me as of late.)
Hearts,
Julianne

Crazier than usual?

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

My days currently go like this:

9am- IB English
10ish- Journalism class. I never do anything because I can accomplish a week's worth of assignments in 20 minutes flat.
11ish- IB History
12ish- Lunch
1ish- Photography class. I really never do anything. We're even allowed to leave the classroom to 'take pictures' aka walk down the street to get a coffee and justify it by taking a single photo.
2ish- Law class. I actually do things and feel the need to show up and do things because (1) I like the teacher and (2) half the class doesn't show up.
4ish- Get home
4:30- Leave to go to work or procrastinate with the occasional panicked bout of homework.

It's a little disquieting to have my day alternating between classes where loads are expected from me to classes where the teacher assumes everyone is an idiot. For goodness sake, I'm considering just turning photography into a homework period either in the classroom or walking down the street to a coffee shop. It's just not worth the effort to sit in the classroom and struggle to find things photography related to kill time with. 

After May 10th, my IB periods are free so I'm strategizing ahead of time ways to maximize my time skipping class but still being marked present. My classes will be even more of a colossal joke. I plan to catch up on a lot of reading and revisit the revolutionary concept of having a social life. May 10th is freedom.
Hearts,
Julianne

Today, I acquired:

• A two inch long cut on my hand from the bread knife that I was trying to cut my bagel with. Between the eczema and oven burn already on my hands, doing anything is kind of hell. At this rate, I'm likely to lose a hand by the end of the week.
• A roommate for next year. Since we are two of the three people we know who are planning on going to King's, Hannah just kind of assumed that we were going to be roommates and started making plans without actually asking me first. However, I'm totally fine with someone I could live with semi-adopting me and making decisions about my living arrangements. And Hannah is a really fantastic person, though we haven't been good friends until lately. I think we could be easily compatible roommates. It's a pretty great feeling to know something, anything about my life come late August.
• A pair of Gangnam Style socks. Will felt bad about the roaming fees I got from him sending me texts while I was in the states so he gave me a gift of cat stickers, a box of crayons and the socks. I feel like there's a proper occasion to wear Gangnam Style socks and I just don't know what it is yet. 
• A realization that if I have to pay $15000 for a year of education, the cafeteria had better have chocolate milk on tap.

Hearts,
Julianne