Stardate 18/10/10
It's Monday. Monday.
Monday sounds like a boring day, it sounds like mundane. I suppose it's up to me to spice it up? WELL, TOO BAD! I don't feel like doing anything. I want to nap and watch House with a nice cold glass of water.
I've recently decided to ween myself off milk. It's not as tough as I would've expected. Milk here costs about $5 for three bags. I have no idea how much milk is in one bag, but whatever. Water is FREE if it's from your tap! Which reminds me of an article I read today.
It's "5 Reasons The Future Will Be Ruled By B.S." written by one of my favourite authors, David Wong. Wong wrote my favourite book of all time, John Dies At The End. But, back to the article. It's basically a list of things that rule our economic world, sort of. I don't know how to describe the article.
Here's a tiny excerpt. Wong is talking about eBooks vs. regular books:
Crazy stuff, eh? I do not think about that on a day to day basis, that's fo sho.
I guess I should talk about my day.
Had class, got my essay back for editing (turns out I'm a HUGE fan of commas), came home, had a box of knock-off macaroni (it was gross), then my floormates came home and we did some filming for their project. The filming portion will not be done 'till Thursday, I believe. Or tomorrow. I am too confused by those Film and Television kids.
I miss all you Winnipeg children. Move out here.
I've come to the realization of why I don't like compliments or nice things said about myself. Whenever I hear stuff like: "You're funny!" "You're nice, Caleb." "What a cute shirt you're wearing, white boy" "That's a nice murse, bro." "Is that a mirror in your pocket?" I feel like I'm being patronized or that those things aren't sincere at all. I'm wondering if I'm too self conscious. I feel like if I ask "Am I too self conscious?" That MAKES me self conscious. Stupid brain.
"We need to make her co-operate. We have to offer her something she wants."
"She wants to kill herself, House."
"I can work with that."
- House M.D.
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