| And I Ask Myself |
[Mar. 22nd, 2007|11:42 pm] |
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So I was walking home today from work, and as I was walking down Pembina I was looking in the shops as I walked by. I was just remembering all the times I've walked down Pembina with my friends, and once when it was pouring out and we all got drenched. Back in the day when we hung out at my house quite frequently. ANYWAYS. I happened to pass an open shop. It caught my attention since all the others were closed.
To my surprise it was a scrapbook shop. Now I ask myself, why the hell would a scrapbook store be open at this time? Who the hell in their right mind would go to a scrapbook store at 10:30pm?! Now you're all probably thinking "No one would, stop freaking out, the store just has late hours." WELL YOU'RE WRONG! There were people actually in there shopping! At 10:30pm, on a Wednesday night. Something is wrong with this picture.
Anyways, in all seriousness, we have to go to the point of this entry:
If I were to write a letter to God, and tell him I'd like to be a lesbian now, do you think he'd let me?
(Man, I love the reaction I get when I ask this, I should ask it more often)
No this question isn't because of some stupid "guy problems" as you may assume. It's the fact that men can not keep a washroom clean. They have to piss on the walls (and don't give me the excuse that you can't pee in a straight line anyways, because I've heard it before thanks to Jesse), then they take the soap dispenser off the wall, put it on it's side and watch it fill up the sink, go all over the counter and fall onto the floor. To top it off, they cannot seem to flush anything, and think it's funny when there's toilet paper all over the floor. I hate men. And why do they have to leave a mad puddle around the rim of the sink? OH! And where does all this mud come from? Do they just not wash their hands until they're in KFC?! Seriously! My god.
*cough* Yes, I want to be a lesbian now (but not seriously, cause I'm straight, and becoming a lesbian is too hard).
ANYWAYS, also on my walk home I have to report my Jones Soda moment. See, also while walking home I walked passed Shell Gas Station. And as you all are not aware of, I used to frequent there, always buying their hot chocolate two times a day, three days a week or more. They knew me as "the little hot chocolate girl". God I miss, Sabrina, Garry, Terry, David, Greg, and Jon. All the staff that knew me, and they were really nice. The staff is completely different, and don't know me. So I went in and bought a Jones Soda, blue. And if you're familiar with Jones Soda, you'll know that the lid has a fortune on the top (I wasn't aware of this until recently when I had my first Jones). Mine read "Now is the time to try something new." Funny. I hadn't had a blue Jones before. Great timing XP
Walking home just brought back so many memories. I mean when I was walking out of the Shell Station, the cops pulled up. I was all "double you tee eff?!!!?!?!?!" And it reminded me of the time I was pulled over by the cops, cause I was sitting in the middle of Pembina at 1am, in my pj's and they were all "DID YOU SNEAK OUT?!?! JUVENILE DELINQUENT!" I was all "I'm weird" But sadly they wouldn't take that as an answer.
Also while walking home I remembered the snipers. And snow angels. I remember my first time getting drunk XP (although what I remembered was the moments BEFORE getting drunk). I was also running down my street trying to find the ice to slide on (apparently there was A LOT) and that reminded me of walking home with Rin. "I've fallen... and I can't get up... AND I'M IN A DIRTY POSITION!" I remember taking 6am walks to Tim Horton's, because I couldn't sleep. Then later watch the sun set.
I love my street.
I remember bike riding. And having fun. I think this summer I am going to buy roller skates though.
I don't know. I was doing a lot of thinking on my walk home. And I had to ask myself. Why am I depressed? Why am I depressed, more specifically about growing up? I mean, I will be eighteen in a few months. Scary thought, eh? But why am I depressed? I had a really fun time growing up?
This is just one of the things I've been depressed about. I guess it's not JUST seasonal depression. I can't just be MADE to talk about it. It'll just happen. So I'm finally past this part.
I've accepted growing up. We'll just take this one step at a time. Don't mind me if I'm still depressed, this will take some time >>;
--Megan.
ps. I have to add: Something Heroic.. Like Derek and "Efrum" (Emuddq). ...Because I said I would somehow work it into my entry! There we go! :) |
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