So… I’m chilly. There’s air conditioning on above me, blasting down at me. There’s a Silicon Graphics machine behind me that I’m going to have to learn how to use in short order. That’ll be fun. There’s also a coffee machine behind me making odd noises that keeps scaring me… I’m just not used to the sound of a coffee machine, I guess.
I would’ve liked to have gone to see Star Wars tonight, since the upnorth trip be cancelled, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Instead, I think I’m going to the Weirmier’s place with Adam, and we’re going to hang around there while he burns some cds.
I’ve got this Blue Rodeo song stuck in my head. It always gets stuck in my head when I’m in this kind of mood.
Today I dream of owning a car. A real car, of my own. The kind of car that will let me get out of the city whenever I feel like it. The kind of car that will facilitate trips to Krispy Kreme in Mississauga, trips to Morrisburg and Iroquois to take pictures of all the things I didn’t take pictures of when I was younger, trips up north, trips down south… the kind of car that can, at least occasionally, free me from this city without having to wait for someone else’s vehicular usage. The kind of car that costs too much and is a pain in the ass for much of the time, but allows me to get groceries without taking a cab home. The kind of car that makes going to Ikea so much less of a pain, especially when I actually buy something bigger than a shoe rack.
Yeah, this world and me don’t fit… one of us is gonna have to quit