certifiably insane (10/10/05)
Well I am insane, but I'm also a certified college graduate. I received my diploma in the mail on thursday, to confirm what I've been hoping for the last month or so. The last three full years led up to it, and it was a good feeling, to actually have a thing saying that I did it up. Although it seems strange to go through so much stress for one single piece of paper, I'm glad I did it. And the actual diploma has a nice little sticker on it... and it's a gold sticker, at that. 'Cause I'm special! I even get to ride the small bus to work.
Speaking of work, it wasn't actually too bad today, on this thanksgiving day. Once again, Americans may get confused, but the Canadian way dictates that we celebrate this day today, not next month. Means I get paid double my regular wage of $12.40 per hour, so whatever that is. Thing is, I was scheduled for a 6-11 shift, but due to unusual circumstances, I was allowed to leave at 915. The good part is that I get paid for a full four hours, and I was planning on leaving at ten regardless. But I got out, so that was rather lovely. Now I can sleep!
Speaking of sleep, I'm now forty seven hours without it. I'm so deprived. Saturday night I was out having a few drinks and killing my asshole, and sort of stayed up late, and by sunday morning I started getting calls, asking me to come in early for my 230-630. So I did that, and didn't really have time to sleep at all. And then tonight... well last night I suppose... I made the decision to once again stay up all night, then go straight to work, and then hop into bed before noon. So I have no sleep in my system, and likely won't remember even typing this. Go me.
Speaking of me and my asshole, I actually killed my tailbone and the top part of my ass. Put the paki banner to good use, making it into a railing sled and flying down a cement staircase at a local school near schaap's. It hurt like balls, but it was fun enough for me to do at least seven or eight times. I also got to wear schaap's Canucks flag as a cape, to become the invincible Canuck Man. Getting drunk and fighting crime since 2002.
Speaking of crime, I got the Sin City DVD finally, which is good. My maw gave me a twenty five dollar gift certificate to HMV, to get it because she didn't know which one I wanted. Silly question, really, I wanted teh Jessica Alba one with Bruce Willis. I now have that, but I haven't had the time to watch it. Saturday was schaap's, yesterday was work then my parents place for lovely ham dinner, to celebrate thanksgiving.
Speaking of celebrate, I shall have a night of heavy drinking on either thursday, friday, or saturday night, since I have all those days off work. At least until I get called in on saturday 330-1030, which is a possibility that would suck, but it's easy money. Looks like thursday or friday... or both... that I celebrate being done college. And then I can laugh at Heather, the GM girl who is only just starting her first semester at it.
Speaking of laughing... ahhh fuck it, I'm going to shower and then to bed.
Speaking of work, it wasn't actually too bad today, on this thanksgiving day. Once again, Americans may get confused, but the Canadian way dictates that we celebrate this day today, not next month. Means I get paid double my regular wage of $12.40 per hour, so whatever that is. Thing is, I was scheduled for a 6-11 shift, but due to unusual circumstances, I was allowed to leave at 915. The good part is that I get paid for a full four hours, and I was planning on leaving at ten regardless. But I got out, so that was rather lovely. Now I can sleep!
Speaking of sleep, I'm now forty seven hours without it. I'm so deprived. Saturday night I was out having a few drinks and killing my asshole, and sort of stayed up late, and by sunday morning I started getting calls, asking me to come in early for my 230-630. So I did that, and didn't really have time to sleep at all. And then tonight... well last night I suppose... I made the decision to once again stay up all night, then go straight to work, and then hop into bed before noon. So I have no sleep in my system, and likely won't remember even typing this. Go me.
Speaking of me and my asshole, I actually killed my tailbone and the top part of my ass. Put the paki banner to good use, making it into a railing sled and flying down a cement staircase at a local school near schaap's. It hurt like balls, but it was fun enough for me to do at least seven or eight times. I also got to wear schaap's Canucks flag as a cape, to become the invincible Canuck Man. Getting drunk and fighting crime since 2002.
Speaking of crime, I got the Sin City DVD finally, which is good. My maw gave me a twenty five dollar gift certificate to HMV, to get it because she didn't know which one I wanted. Silly question, really, I wanted teh Jessica Alba one with Bruce Willis. I now have that, but I haven't had the time to watch it. Saturday was schaap's, yesterday was work then my parents place for lovely ham dinner, to celebrate thanksgiving.
Speaking of celebrate, I shall have a night of heavy drinking on either thursday, friday, or saturday night, since I have all those days off work. At least until I get called in on saturday 330-1030, which is a possibility that would suck, but it's easy money. Looks like thursday or friday... or both... that I celebrate being done college. And then I can laugh at Heather, the GM girl who is only just starting her first semester at it.
Speaking of laughing... ahhh fuck it, I'm going to shower and then to bed.
posted by michaelnicholas at 5:45 PM
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