Saturday, April 6, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
I could never quite get the hang of Thursdays.
Tonight was a strange series of events.
6:30pm: I went to Bulk Barn to get candy for the sole purpose of comforting my current abundance of emotionally distressed friends because I feel that I'm bad at empathy so I should compensate with mini eggs and gummy bears.
7pm: I went to a coffee tasting with Maegan at her Starbucks to bother her co-worker who was directing it and because we had nothing better to do. Lot of pretentious statements about cocoa and earthiness and smoky flavours were uttered.
8:30pm: We accidentally convinced Reeves to walk across town, because he was bored, angsty, and so high that he pretty much absentmindedly walked across the city to hang out with two girls that he is almost-kind-of friends with, mostly through mutual friends.
9pm: We went to Pita Pit because I wanted felafel.
9:15pm: Since the group of me, Maegan and Reeves didn't know what to do, we got on the highway to Rothesay, realized that we hate Rothesay and turned around.
9:30pm: We drove uptown and picked up Will from tech crew things at school. Will and Reeves together is a force to be reckoned with. They are actually the same person but in different evolutions, like with Pokemon. There were peals of Thom Yorke laughter and tries to give me direction punctuated by them occasionally yelling about their 5th grade teacher who now runs Grampie's Yummy Pizza and makes really great milkshakes.
9:45pm: We drove North and went down a treacherous hill to this sketchy place by the harbour. None of us were dressed for it, there was no light and tons of roots and dangerous things to trip over around. We got to the bottom of the hill.
10pm: Will realized he'd accidentally taken the tech crew keys and would be dead if he didn't get them back, right then. We had risk our lives all over again to walk back up the treacherous hill and drive back uptown.
10:15pm: As we were driving North (again) I told Will and Reeves to stop eating my mini-eggs and they were for people with more current emotional crises than them, but they are both angsty and continued to eat my mini-eggs. Due to some quick braking, there are also mini-eggs all over the backseat of the Jetta.
10:30pm: I finally got Will home and I think that Reeves was only beginning his Thursday night so he began walking who knows where. Will left us with an "I love you all" and Reeves left us with "I don't but I'm warming to you." Maegan and I drove back East wondering how the heck our Thursday night quest to a coffee tasting ended up including Reeves walking across town, Will bringing us on sketchy adventures and aborting for the greater good of tech crew, traveling literally all over town multiple times, and nearly all my empathy candy eggs being eaten in the backseat of my car.
It felt kind of like summer.
Hearts,
-J-
6:30pm: I went to Bulk Barn to get candy for the sole purpose of comforting my current abundance of emotionally distressed friends because I feel that I'm bad at empathy so I should compensate with mini eggs and gummy bears.
7pm: I went to a coffee tasting with Maegan at her Starbucks to bother her co-worker who was directing it and because we had nothing better to do. Lot of pretentious statements about cocoa and earthiness and smoky flavours were uttered.
8:30pm: We accidentally convinced Reeves to walk across town, because he was bored, angsty, and so high that he pretty much absentmindedly walked across the city to hang out with two girls that he is almost-kind-of friends with, mostly through mutual friends.
9pm: We went to Pita Pit because I wanted felafel.
9:15pm: Since the group of me, Maegan and Reeves didn't know what to do, we got on the highway to Rothesay, realized that we hate Rothesay and turned around.
9:30pm: We drove uptown and picked up Will from tech crew things at school. Will and Reeves together is a force to be reckoned with. They are actually the same person but in different evolutions, like with Pokemon. There were peals of Thom Yorke laughter and tries to give me direction punctuated by them occasionally yelling about their 5th grade teacher who now runs Grampie's Yummy Pizza and makes really great milkshakes.
9:45pm: We drove North and went down a treacherous hill to this sketchy place by the harbour. None of us were dressed for it, there was no light and tons of roots and dangerous things to trip over around. We got to the bottom of the hill.
10pm: Will realized he'd accidentally taken the tech crew keys and would be dead if he didn't get them back, right then. We had risk our lives all over again to walk back up the treacherous hill and drive back uptown.
10:15pm: As we were driving North (again) I told Will and Reeves to stop eating my mini-eggs and they were for people with more current emotional crises than them, but they are both angsty and continued to eat my mini-eggs. Due to some quick braking, there are also mini-eggs all over the backseat of the Jetta.
10:30pm: I finally got Will home and I think that Reeves was only beginning his Thursday night so he began walking who knows where. Will left us with an "I love you all" and Reeves left us with "I don't but I'm warming to you." Maegan and I drove back East wondering how the heck our Thursday night quest to a coffee tasting ended up including Reeves walking across town, Will bringing us on sketchy adventures and aborting for the greater good of tech crew, traveling literally all over town multiple times, and nearly all my empathy candy eggs being eaten in the backseat of my car.
It felt kind of like summer.
Hearts,
-J-
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Apathy is contagious, especially senioritis.
Today I realized something about my entire social circle in their senior year:
Everyone is cracking.
Well, probably not everyone. But being acquainted with almost all of the IB 12 portion of the school, I can reasonably say that with a month left until IB exams and with nearly three years of IB behind us, a good portion of us have borderline given up for the last intensely academic month of high school. People who for years had these intense desires for achievement are gradually learning to half ass everything. I spend my days surrounded by apathetic students who just want to get out of there because we're counting down every day that gets us closer to leaving high school.
This realization that we're out of here soon is doing weird things to people, as everyone has already applied to universities and scholarships and all that's left is a waiting game. Some people are on edge because they have too much on their plate and have little motivation to deal with any of it. Some people are sentimentally hanging on to everything they've stood for in high school but most people are 1000% done and ready to move on. There's just some downright weird things happening.
I'm personally trying my hardest to shirk school responsibilities while making plans for after May 9th, the day of my last IB exam. From then until mid-June, I'll have three classes: Journalism, Photography and Law. I'm positive I won't be caring much by then, nor will I need to because I'll practically glide through those sad excuses for courses whether I show up often or not. That leaves plenty of time for actually having hobbies again. I look forward to this.
Only around a month left.
Hearts,
Julianne
Everyone is cracking.
Well, probably not everyone. But being acquainted with almost all of the IB 12 portion of the school, I can reasonably say that with a month left until IB exams and with nearly three years of IB behind us, a good portion of us have borderline given up for the last intensely academic month of high school. People who for years had these intense desires for achievement are gradually learning to half ass everything. I spend my days surrounded by apathetic students who just want to get out of there because we're counting down every day that gets us closer to leaving high school.
This realization that we're out of here soon is doing weird things to people, as everyone has already applied to universities and scholarships and all that's left is a waiting game. Some people are on edge because they have too much on their plate and have little motivation to deal with any of it. Some people are sentimentally hanging on to everything they've stood for in high school but most people are 1000% done and ready to move on. There's just some downright weird things happening.
I'm personally trying my hardest to shirk school responsibilities while making plans for after May 9th, the day of my last IB exam. From then until mid-June, I'll have three classes: Journalism, Photography and Law. I'm positive I won't be caring much by then, nor will I need to because I'll practically glide through those sad excuses for courses whether I show up often or not. That leaves plenty of time for actually having hobbies again. I look forward to this.
Only around a month left.
Hearts,
Julianne
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Barista rage.
Baristas have a reputation of spending a lot of time being annoyed and having a lot of feelings of injustice. I mean, when groups containing multiple baristas get together, we thoroughly enjoy bitching about people. People do treat us badly occasionally but I think that we just take it too personally sometimes.
We've learned some little passive aggressive tricks to make us feel better when we feel wronged but can't show public rage. For example, there's this family that doesn't speak much English that comes in and lets their kids run wild and every time they make huge messes in Indigo and our store. They somehow manage to cover half the store in crumbs every time. Their 8 year old boy consistently gets a cappuccino and I decided a while ago that he doesn't need that caffeine so I gave him decaf. I was slightly berated by my supervisor with some sort of ethics thing that if someone pays $5 for a drink, they should get exactly what they order. From what I hear from elsewhere, though, decafing is subtly commonly practiced by quite a few people. I was basically told I'm better than that. But my inner small child tells me that it feels good to be passive aggressive sometimes.
There's a larger store ridiculously close to ours and I know a lot of the people who work there. Since they have more customers and a drive thru, they have more opportunity to perfect passive aggressive justice. My friend Shawn told me about getting annoyed at people, especially around Christmas, who got gift cards in the drive thru, which in all honesty is kind of a dick move. Since he had freedom to grab whatever card he pleased, he often went for the "Thank you teacher" one. This became widely practiced to the point that they completely ran themselves out of "Thank you teacher" gift cards.
Other times, though, people are just a little annoying. Like when people stuff garbage into the bottom of ceramic mugs for us to dig out. Or camping out in the cafe around close as we mop around them. Or returning drinks with really vague complaints such as "It just doesn't taste quite right," especially regulars that do that over and over. Or when someone complained on an online survey that our drinks are too expensive like we could actually change that.
We all just get really sick of people after a while.
Hearts,
Julianne
We've learned some little passive aggressive tricks to make us feel better when we feel wronged but can't show public rage. For example, there's this family that doesn't speak much English that comes in and lets their kids run wild and every time they make huge messes in Indigo and our store. They somehow manage to cover half the store in crumbs every time. Their 8 year old boy consistently gets a cappuccino and I decided a while ago that he doesn't need that caffeine so I gave him decaf. I was slightly berated by my supervisor with some sort of ethics thing that if someone pays $5 for a drink, they should get exactly what they order. From what I hear from elsewhere, though, decafing is subtly commonly practiced by quite a few people. I was basically told I'm better than that. But my inner small child tells me that it feels good to be passive aggressive sometimes.
There's a larger store ridiculously close to ours and I know a lot of the people who work there. Since they have more customers and a drive thru, they have more opportunity to perfect passive aggressive justice. My friend Shawn told me about getting annoyed at people, especially around Christmas, who got gift cards in the drive thru, which in all honesty is kind of a dick move. Since he had freedom to grab whatever card he pleased, he often went for the "Thank you teacher" one. This became widely practiced to the point that they completely ran themselves out of "Thank you teacher" gift cards.
Other times, though, people are just a little annoying. Like when people stuff garbage into the bottom of ceramic mugs for us to dig out. Or camping out in the cafe around close as we mop around them. Or returning drinks with really vague complaints such as "It just doesn't taste quite right," especially regulars that do that over and over. Or when someone complained on an online survey that our drinks are too expensive like we could actually change that.
We all just get really sick of people after a while.
Hearts,
Julianne
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