July 20, 2000 — Misplaced excitement over course selection

I like writing "July 20, 2000." Lots of twos and zeros. I think I'm finally getting the excitement over the new millennium.

I have a huge headache right now. I attribute this to the massive amounts of exhaust I inhaled this afternoon. But we'll come back to that.

So I got my delightfully epic six-point-five hours of sleep last night and woke up with some white left in my eyes. Living without that dose of bright red in my eyes in the morning will take some getting used to. Luckily, I doubt I'll be able to keep this up for very long. If even beyond today.

Work was as frustrating as ever. One of my projects is likely going to be delayed yet again, because the IT department is stupid and doesn't have things set up properly to allow accents to go through email generated on the Web site. To make a long story short, I'm fucked. But I don't think I'll take the fall or anything; this just ruins my plans to get this damn project behind me once and for all.

On the bus ride home, I noticed that a girl I went to elementary school with and who I haven't talked to in seven years has begun taking the bus on a regular basis. Always fun to see more office drones coming out of Richmond. But she always sits in the front and I always sit in the back, so we still haven't spoken in seven years.

Speaking of sitting at the back of the bus, they seemed to be having slight problems with the exhaust system today. It was fine while the bus was going full speed, but whenever he stopped I got a nice dose of carbon monoxide. Naturally, I refused to move, being quite comfortable in my anti-social perch at the back. I guess I'm paying for it now. But there's a chance that the headache's due to the whole lack of sleep thing, so perhaps we'll never know.

I didn't actually get to stay at home long once I'd finally arrived. I had to drive my sister to Christina Riley's house (I think I know where more people my age live due to having to drive my sister to see their siblings -- as opposed to my actually being invited over), and then it was Virgin Suicides time. On the way to the theatre, Mrs. Dubinski, my grade 10 English teacher, was driving behind me. I kept thinking she wanted to pass. It was funny.

(Take my word for it. You had to be there. And slighty delirious. And psychotic even at the best of times, preferably. So anyways.)

I met up with Johnston inside the theatre. The movie was as good as I remembered it, and I noticed a lot more little things, having read the book since I last saw the movie.

Afterwords, I talked with Johnston about course selection and whatnot, since we're taking mostly the same courses next year. I'm not all that worried about university, which is perhaps a tad over-confident of me. But seriously -- 10:00AM wakeup for eight months? For only $14 500? I'm in.

I have to get up early (well... earlier than usual, I mean; I always have to get up early) tomorrow to make sure I get to work before 7:00AM and am able to get my courses all picked out before they fill up. If they fill up I will cry. I am quite happy with my current schedule, thank you. Admittedly, my Tuesdays and Thursdays are going to be all about sucking, but the rest of the week is going to be fun.

Next week, I'm going to keep my camera ready with a fresh roll of film, and on the day I wake up with the most red, blood-shot, and generally disgusting-looking eyes, I'm going to take a picture of them (well, one of them, if I understand how cameras work) and then use the rest of the roll documenting that day. Then I'll scan them, write stupid captions, and call it content. Aren't you excited?