im not dead and im not for sale

i have to wait til my mom emails me some more pictures before i can put any up of the suit i got.

the next two days are looking like hectic crappy busy fuckin i wanna take a break from life ish.

group meeting this afternoon...
proofread proposal after group meeting...
do laundry...
class tomorrow...
leave class early to go to interview by metrotown at 1:30...
come back up here...
go to class downtown at 5:30...
hand in proposal...
friday go to registrars office...
go buy food...
go to an interview at 1:30 in New West...
do more research...

blech.

and eat and sleep and shower.

and pretty soon i have to find another place to live.

ISNT LEADING UP TO FINISHING AN UNDERGRAD SO MUCH FUN??

ive had a few 'crawl into a ball in the corner and hope the world goes away' moments in the last few days. but i pretty much just keep saying fuck you to them and hope things keep going in some direction other than fucking backwards.

so here we go straight like a train, onward and upward, heading off to something and some place more curious and more wild than we could ever conceive, but we can't quite see past the curtain that drapes over top of it like a veil of fog covering the road in the middle of the night. like liquid in your eyes, the days just fall out and all over and make no sense until someone offers you a tissue so you can wipe them up and see clearly again. and in between the law of averages we can find a way to make ourselves stick out from the crowd and see over an ocean of plastic faces to some distant shore where we tell ourselves it's time to sleep but we just can't find the time. until the next time when it doesnt seem like its been forever since ive been here and awake since early hours of yesterday.

im not dead and im not for sale