June 20, 2000 — Dying a quick death

Today was my first day off school, and lethargy week is well underway. When you only get a few days off between school and work, and work full-time through Christmas holidays and March break, you learn to appreciate any three or four day stretch of nothingness. I was actually supposed to start work today, but I knew I'd have a nervous breakdown, so I arranged to push things back until next week.

I've been watching a lot of numbingly violent movies and not getting much done. Today I watched The Bone Collector (I wasn't all that impressed); more interesting than the movie itself, I found that when I used my father's lamp (I don't have a TV in my room, so I was watching my parents') to light the entire room, the shadows of anything nearby engulfed the room. I put my hand near the light and it felt like I was crushing myself in darkness.

Last night I watched The Limey (I think that was the title, anyways), which was a much better movie. You should watch it. It's different.

I also took a mostly senseless trip downtown today to buy a camera case (or at least that was my story). I just walked around a lot and took pictures of some of the more intelligent graffiti I saw, as well as some of the more frustratingly brain-dead examples of tagging. The highlight of the trip was reading Virgin Suicides on the bus; the book has impressed me more than the movie did (I really liked the movie), and I think I'll finish it tomorrow. I'm going to go see the movie tomorrow night at St. Laurent, the only place left that is playing it.

I suspect that now that school's over, interest in anti-greg will die a quick death. It might have already.

My stickers won't be arriving until July, which is frustrating. The girl who emailed me today from the sticker company to give me the news signed off with "Love, Lauren." Singing along to "Sour Times" by Portishead will never be the same.

I convinced my parents not to call the school and tell them about my scholarship at UofT. I want the grad ceremony to be as uneventful as is possible, a quick rush in and out. I'd rather not even go, but this doesn't seem to be an option. My parents claim I'll regret it if I don't go, and I know for a fact that I won't. I have better things to regret than meaningless ceremonies celebrating seven years of almost completely senseless toil.

Needless to say, I don't miss school much yet. In a week, the formalities will be completed and it likely won't miss me either.