Easter weekend.

•  My grandparents are over for the weekend and no matter how much I love them, I'm so sick of my family trying to be painfully wholesome. We went bowling at 10am on a Friday. I had to get out of bed for that.
• A boy I had a crush on in 6th grade in Kenya got accepted into Harvard. I'm kind of patting 12 year old me on the back for having good taste.
• Yesterday I felt like a really average person after my really average IB English oral commentary so I tried to make myself feel better by eating mac and cheese, followed by buying guitar strings and sewing a skirt. Those were my honest to goodness attempts to prove to myself that I can accomplish things.
• Doctor Who tomorrow night. I'll probably spend Sunday bitter and muttering curses upon Moffat.
• I love this five day weekend because I needed this.

Hearts,
Julianne

Don't party on school nights, kids.

In the past six months, I swear that I've watched one of my friends/also shift supervisors gradually transform into Ke$ha. Last night I closed with her, she opened this morning and in the brief time between that she went to a house party and got trashed. Today she kept complaining about how much her body hurt because last night (1) she slept on a couch and (2) she also fell down stairs three times. And yet this isn't nearly as bad as a night a few weeks ago when she broke her friend's toilet with her sexual exploits. I think that moment solidified her immunization to shame.

It's especially funny because she's nonchalantly trying to pull people down with her. She asked me what I was doing tomorrow and I replied that I going to school and then working the evening. She then casually went "So, probably not time for acid?". Firstly, 'partners in work, grocery shopping and LSD' isn't the sort of friendship I'm sure I can handle. And secondly, tomorrow is a freaking Monday. As someone who doesn't do parties or abuse substances, I still believe that partying should be confined to weekends. I get annoyed at people who let it leak back into Thursdays and forward into Mondays. You just don't do that. Thirdly, I can't help but feel that she's getting a bit of initiative from Reeves to corrupt me into a replacement version of him (he's more determined than I originally thought about this matter, I'm honestly a little frightened.) Most people she tells about her exploits are really impressed that she's a functioning person in society.

Pro-tip: Stay in school, only party on weekends and probably try avoiding substance abuse with your supervisor. My common sense has spoken.
Hearts,
Julianne

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