Once Upon a Time

I went back to Toronto yesterday after work to hang out with my friends at the Jazz festival at The Beaches (yes, that’s what that area is called). It was a very very hot day. I was standing in the subway waiting to meet up with my friends and even though there was a breeze from the subways passing by, I was still sweating. I was just standing there, underground with a breeze and still sweating even though I was just standing there. Crazy. When we boarded the first subway, we found a set of keys on the chair so we went back to the ticket booth to give it to people that worked there. I hope whoever forgot the keys got them back from the people. It’s really not nice to lose your keys.

Anyways, by the time we got there, it had already started so there were crowds everywhere! Listened to a few bands (some of them we really good, some were alright). Went to grab some food. Listened to more bands. It was so hot and sticky and being in a crowd of people didn’t help it very much. We stayed after it got dark so everyone got bitten pretty badly by mosquitoes. It didn’t even occur to me to bring bug spray. Oh wells.

We left around the time it closed so we hit the first crowd to try and go home. It took a while for the street cars to come but eventually we got on one that wasn’t packed to the brim and made it to the subway station where I departed from my friends in order to get to my place.

Got home around 1:20am and proceeded to pass out. I slept reeeeeaally good.

On another note, my mother called me during the event to see if I was coming home. It’s rather annoying. If I come home, I come home. If it’s 9pm, don’t you think I’m not going to come home? It bothers me that she seems to want me to come home every weekend. It’s my life and I’m only starting to enjoy it. I’ve opened up socially and go out a lot more, it’s only normal. I don’t even go out as much as other people do, but it’s still more than before. A year or two ago, I never saw my friends and they seem worried that I never saw my friends. So now that I make some new friends that I like a lot more, I go out with them every so often…and now it seems like I’m going out too much? I feel normal now. I’m enjoying my university days. Why doesn’t she think so?

Whatever. Thinking about them makes me irritated.

Listening to: A little pain by OLIVIA [Sample purposes only. Please delete after you're done. Link expires in 7 days]
Mood: annoyed

Oh. I wrote again. Mostly because d.a.’s back on tblog. I’m sorry, you’ll forever be d.a. to me. >_< Even though..I know you don’t go by that name anymore.  If kayoko stopped being kayoko…it would be weiiiiiiiiird.

I don’t really have anything to talk about today. Is there anything anyone wants to know about me? *ponders*

 My poor Animal Crossing has been neglected lately. >_< I was so close to having a perfect village too! Gah. Not impressed. Animal Crossing is fun. It’s very addictive and soothing. You plant trees, fish, talk to your neighbours, collect fruit, trade items with your friends.

 The boy and I decided today that it’d be alright to refer to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend today. I feel overjoyed, as stupid as it sounds. It’s nice to be happy. It makes all the painful times seem so insignificant. I do feel kind of…inferior that I’m 21 and he’s the first boyfriend. =X

 I swear, I have this inferiority complex. I’m inferior to everything and everyone in this world! -_-;

 Anyways, I’m off to take care of my virtual village. Good night and have a good day!

Has writing in here become a monthly thing now? *laughs*

It sure seems so even though I have all this time on my hands right now. Maybe I just don’t feel like taking the time to think about things and write them out. I find that I use the word “just” a lot. I need to start breaking that habit.

 Right. Now I remember why I don’t write anymore. My hand’s hurting a lot from being at the computer for 7 hours every weekday for the past 2-3 months. Ouchies. I need to learn to take more breaks, but is it even worth the bother if I’m in a crappy chair that’s too low for the desk? My elbows are at this weird height, which puts this weird strain on my shoulders. I can no longer carry a bag of milk from the grocery store on my back. It hurts too much afterwards. It makes me wonder if there’s a rule in the safety book that I can use to talk to my employer about this. *sighs* It’s stupid how much money is poured into the lab work, but they won’t buy us nice computer chairs. I was promised new chairs last summer, but it didn’t happen. I don’t know why. It just didn’t.

 My brain’s turned into mush right now from doing nothing this whole weekend. It poured a bit earlier when I woke up from my nap. I’m kind of hungry right now. I really wish someone could make food for me. It would be really nice to have a half decent meal without really lifting a finger. I can wish, can’t I?

 I got a tv in my room recently so I actually watched two episodes of Comedy Inc. with some comedians that I didn’t know. They were funny, but not the best people out there. It was nice to have a good laugh.

 You know, I really don’t want to go back to school this September. I still have 2 years to go and…I don’t know if I can do it anymore. There are plans for the future that I tell people, but there’s this unease that feels as if everything’s going to come crashing down on me.

 Right now, all I want to do is go back to bed like some sick person and sleep. Because when you’re sleeping, you don’t have to actively think about anything and all your worries are no more.