Today I decided I needed some serious caffeine so i went to browsers for a latte. As I was walking up the stairs I heard what sounded like a bad american idol audition, you know those people who can sort of sing but should never do so professionally and seem to think their small bit of talent makes them amazing? I walked in the door and it looked to be an open mic night or something similar and standing at the microphone was a nerdy looking redhead with a laptop on a table beside her, singing some french folk song very off key. I felt bad for her a little, the people watching seemed to want to be supportive but all had that “I’m kind of embarrassed for you right now” look on their faces. I mean, it was pretty bad, or at least bad enough that I was so distracted when trying to order my latte, I had to repeat the order to the barista twice. I’ll give her props though, it does take significant guts to sing in front of an audience like that, and she can sing better than I can  so maybe I shouldn’t be so critical?

After that lovely auditory experience I went into the arts building to see if the buffeteria had any Vietnamese cold rolls left. Tangent: what the hell kind of name is buffeteria? I get that its a hybrid of cafeteria and buffet, but really? really? Anyhoo, they didn’t have any of course, because they never have good food this time of day so I walked out the doors and who do I see? John Gormley, everyones favorite loud mouth right wing radio host who called myself and my fellow protest organizers “dirty hippies” 4 years ago in a newspaper article. I resisted the urge to drop kick him right then and there, yelling “Who’s a dirty hippy now, bitch!!?!” but, I decided against it. It was probably for the best, considering I don’t think I’m physically capable of drop kicking anyone, (have you ever seen a fat girl do such a thing? me either.) and nobody likes to be charged with assault. So I gave him my best evil eye and continued on my way.

lots of semi important events are coming up, 2 year anniversary of dating Ryan is next week, (we think anyway) finals start and I turn 26 at the beginning of april. After finals I have to decide what the heck I’m doing for the summer, my options include classes, work or both at the same time. I’m sad that it doesn’t include lounging around in BC for a month but thems the breaks.

TTFN