Kill your brother , he doesn't deserve to live!

"Kill your brother, he doesn't deserve to live!"

That's the background conversation I'm hearing from Rosanne.

"Dude your drunk. Don't stay in the hotel with him. Noooo!"

"Was he weak in the knees?"

*Random Japanese*

.....Busted. She just read what I was typing.

"Omg, he's ontop of him. Disgusting. Then he stabs him. And he starts crying. No! You were suppose to kiss the other guy!"

Well that escalated quickly.

Hey everyone! Obviously I'm not alone on this end of the keyboard. Rosanne is reading a manga outloud. Well not really, she is just giving commentary on the important parts.


Alright she just told me off for blogging about her. So now on to the actual topic.


One of my favourite customers came into work again today (Erskine Grill - flipping burgers...) Like most of the guys that come in, he is some lonely old bachelor that likes the company of the girls that work in the store. Thankfully, unlike some of the others, he doesn't try to hit on me. His name is Al, and I can always recognize him because he is missing most of his left hand.

Whenever I ask him how he is doing, he always replies "I am extremely happy."

One day, after giving such response, he added "... you know I'm not actually extremely happy all the time, that's just my response"

And so I told him that it was the favourite part of my day, because the more you say it, the easier it is to believe it yourself.


Another one of my favourite customers is a heavy smoker. And every weekend he comes all joyous and asks for two packs of cigarettes. So one day I told him that it was painful for me to sell such a horrible drug to such a wonderful person. His response was something along the lines of "well it's a good thing you're cute."

 

You know, I love getting to know the regulars.But it's hard when I only work Saturday-Sunday. And this might sound weird, but I don't even mind when they hit on me. If they get too persistant, I just explain that I have a girlfriend :P

We weren't allowed to write a list poem...

This afternoon I gave one of my teachers permission to stalk my blog. Now I know of a few teachers who have found it through my account, but he is trying to use google. All I gave him was "Inside My Head", and it's a blogger.

So if he succeeded, everyone say hi to Mr. McRae.

In other news, I learned a new word today: Bassackwards.

Which is a euphemistic spoonerism (that was the word I learned last week) for assbackwards.

Dictionary.com defines assbackwards as "in a manner incongruously or preposterously counter to what is customary, probable, or feasible"

  Ahhh, how I spend my Friday nights.


Another interesting point from my day: Our writing prompt today in English was our favourite things. So I took it Sound o' Music style. I would sing this for you, but it would probably be lost in translation. And if you don't know the song, don't bother. I don't want you to ruin this for me.


Dresses on women
and warm cups of coffee

Smells of a rainstorm
and caramel toffee

Old uprights pianos with ivory keys,
These are a few of my favourite things.



That's all it is. But I really like the idea of this poem, so I might expand on this later. I see this as a poem that speaks volumes about my entire existence, not just what physical objects I like. Here, let me explain:

Dresses on women: .... Pretty self-explanatory. I like to look at women. Especially when they expect me to look at them.

Warm cups of coffee: Does anyone ask why the coffee is not hot? First of all, warm is a sweeter word that "hot". And I like to think of warm meaning it is not top priority, more like adding colour to a drawing.

Smells of a rainstorm: Nobody stops during a rainstorm to smell it, because there are usually other concerns. But after, you are free to stop and smell the roses, and enjoy what you have been through. In other words, I don't regret all of the issues I have dealt with in the past (more teen angst), because now I appreciate the present much more.


Caramel Toffee: The first girl that I would ever dare say that I loved was named Carmelle. Nuff said.

Old upright pianos with ivory keys: I have to admit, I feel guilty putting this line in. I definitely prefer my new Kawai grand piano to the upright upstairs, but that just wasn't poetic.



I usually don't dissect my poems like this, I just thought it was neat that each line almost had a double meaning. Maybe I will come back with a real poem.

Give me a break, it's Friday.

Yep. I am definately worried.

So, I'm a little concerned about the history of my blog.

I have offically been running this blog for two years. Or more like walking it at the pace I've been going.

Two years ago I was such a different person. It is interesting to see how much I have matured. Also a bit scary.

I like the fact that I can look back a think ".... I really wasted my precious brain power on that crap" but I don't like that you as a reader can do that as well.

I think a lot differently now. Therefore I write a lot differently. (I also type a lot faster but that is besides the point).

*sigh*

Why do I bother coming to blogger? I've been on tumblr for quite a while now.... (it's weird that I don't want to affiliate with myself, but... )

Do you guys judge me? For changing? God it sucks being in highschool. As much as I fear the future, I am getting sick of the continuous growing up that I have to do. I know this is so cliche, but I hate looking back upon every year going "geez, you should have known better". I feel like as a claimingly intelligent individual, this should be unnessecary step to becoming an adult.

All my teachers keeps saying that I will flourish as a person in university. That that life will suit me better. That I should just look at highschool as "that awkward moment between birth and life".

Maybe I should just stick to posting poetry, because this is nonsense.

All this thinking of future vs. present is anxiety inducing. *teenage angst*

Although not entirely appropriate, this seems like a YOLO moment.