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Surrealism [May. 9th, 2006|01:45 pm]
..is my life these days. I have graduated. At least I walked. I have one more class I have to take and another I'm taking for the financial aid and such. it's odd.

I had a great weekend with my family. Mom, Emily, and Becky came down and i was pretty much flabbergasted with Emily's arrival. I only saw her up in the stands and noone told me she was coming. I was thrilled.

We all got along, ate like queens all weekend, and partied hard. Becky hung out with Zach, emily was dubbed "short bus" during a game of Scene It, and Alice got a shiny new laptop for the occasion. It's absolutely stellar, btw. I'm on it right now at work and it's helping my shift fly by so much quicker.

"I wasn't even supposed to be here today!" But so it is. I need to make some cash now. I'm just lazy because I've finally finished. I do have three whole days to rejuvenate...no responsibilities, nothing but fun. And Scrubs season 3. and Blues Night. And Christy's.

My car is sucking and when I get my graduation money I'm gonna bring it in for a patch up. a full bottle of power steering fluid lasts about 35 minutes. Useless hunk of metal. I'm selling it before I leave. Fuck that noise. Packing up my shit in a UHaul, spending a couple days on an Elizabethtown roadtrip home, and then unpacking and going to Ottawa for a week. GBS and Bonnie Raitt and some other cool fucking bands are going to be playing just for me. I'm excited. And with the family being so nice to me this weekend, I'm not dreading the month i get to spend at home before Michael gets here.

things are going to get really quiet around here. As of now, I've been on myspace, kingsofchaos, and neopets for the last seven hours. I'm beginning to feel guilty that i'm not doing something more productive with my time. I mean, I'm earning money sure (though earning is a stretch of a word) but I don't havut e anything to DO. I suppose I could write to Michael, but as you can see, I have the attention span of a knat.

I am not under any orders to make the world a better place this week. I'm zoning. chilaxin', and basking in the neon glow of my 17" notebook.