Rhapsody in Black

Designed to Make You Feel Like the Sane One

Monday, May 31, 2004

Ode to a Butterfly
Why do you land in my view only to fly away?
Is it because you are scared, or is it what I say?
Your tiny little life brings a colourful view to mine,
I want to touch your soft wings while you dine.
What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the same colourful view that I see?
You leave so quickly, much to my dismay.
Maybe we'll meet another day.
Got my marks today. The thing about living in the B.Dot is that we get our marks like a day after everyone else, for me this meant a weekend. Sucks to live so far away. I can't imagine if I lived in Uzbekistan (I think I made that up). Anyways, I knew I was getting my marks today, so that meant all freaking weekend I was nervous. I already knew two marks in the two classes that I was worried least about. Oh crap, I wasn't supposed to say that. Ok so if you are reading this you didn't see a thing....what? what did I just say? nothing...hmm ok! Anyways, the other classes made me nervous as they were not classes that I enjoyed (Enviro Sci...for dummies, Philosophy of history, which I did enjoy, the content of the class was amazing, but the presentation had me bored to tears, yes yes I cried. I would have much rather taken modern Philosophy. Finally, Ref. Theology, I have heard this class as described as the class from hell, I enjoyed it and got a B+ on my paper). My other two classes I have nothing to complain about. They were both English and both my favourite prof. No worries. Anyways, I had a dream the other night of what my marks were going to be. I saw the little white paper and the marks, I even saw the order, and today I checked the mail about five times before 8:30 A.M., and around 10:30 my grandmother exclaims "here they are!" So I ripped open my envelop and read the marks in the same order that was in my dream, with the same marks that I had in my dream. I am not super happy with my marks (the one's in my sucky icky classes). But hey, I passed and that is all I care about at this point.
...end of school rant...

So, I work at this place, right and it's ok. I am almost positive, though, that my co workers think I am crazy. As far as I know, I have done nothing to cause this opinion to be accurate. I just come to work, sit down, take my calls, do my job. Anyways, I think I give off this weird vibe. It's like the crazy, snobby, wacko girl vibe. I don't think I am any of those terms, but I have been described as crazy, snobby, wacko. Anyways, that's all I have to share, sorry for leaving you at the cliff hanger. I need to go and cash my school cheque and dish out money for gasoline,......wait, I already did that....oooooohhh so that means I have $***** amount to spend on myself......lucky me.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

I'm embarrassed to think that this would be the only thing one can do with an English Degree.