We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

Woke up today feeling relieved that I didn't miss Sherri's Birthday, but that was about all that felt positive this morning. I have a paper to finish writing today about how difficult it is to write about the experiences of "the other" in academic language without marginalizing "the other" further. So needless to say it's difficult. On top of that I fudged my application to the School of Library and Information Studies something fierce so I feel like a big idiot. On top of that I drank way too much last night when I should have been at home working on my paper and trying to track down where in the city my parents are. It's not like they're lost, they're just somewhere in the city. I checked at the Attic for them last night, but they weren't there. There were lots of people I lost respect for though when I saw them swaying to the Jimmy Swift Band. I guess they're "good at what they do" or some other variation of the "participation award". On top of all this I'm trying to figure out what to do. I got a job offer for the summer in Banff and I may have a full time job here in Halifax, but I still haven't heard anything about an interview and it's a week later. I'm getting antsy. I don't know what I'm going to do. I do know that last night I drank a lot of Faxe and followed it up with a lot more cheap Oland's.

Gerry,Holly, Laura, Emily, Crystal, and I went to the Attic last night for cheap beers and Gerry wound up being thrown out. I think it was because he and Crystal were "feeling" the music a little bit too much for all those around them. They were just jealous of their ability to feel and interpret the essence of the JSB.

Ok back to my paper and sorting out this mess, and I have to add Colleen to friendster. What a busy day!