It Never Rains But It Pours

The last few days have been fun, which is good considering this was essentially my last day of Christmas holidays. (Do weekends count? Well, anyways…)

Yeah, so on Sunday I saw Ocean’s Twelve and the next day we saw A Series of Unfortunate Events. They were both pretty good. Then… after the second movie we went to East Side Mario’s and talked about all the good times when we were in elementary school. I don’t remember doing anything on Tuesday but maybe I’m just forgetting. Wednesday was Dom night now that Lost is back! Yesterday we hung out at Mikey’s house, watched Ghost in the Shell and played X-Box (p.s. I am irrevocably sucky at Halo 2. Like, Kim and I could not even get one kill combined.) Went for coffee that evening, and then today we all went to visit Wilma Hansen ’cause we’re super cool. Yeah, it’s nerdy, but I love going back.

Speaking of nerdy, I feel the need to vent and where better to do so than in a journal? So, I’ve seen a lot of Mark in the last few days, and in those days he’s called me either “nerdy” or “a huge nerd” like four or five times. Now, once or twice is funny, but after that? Firstly, don’t you people think I know that I’m a nerd? How could I not? Secondly, Mark is not, by definition, cool. I realize that he is not implying that he is, but seriously, who is he to call me a nerd or anything along those lines for that matter? He plays nerdy RPGs and watches anime and makes fun of my brother for being a dork, but who’s the first person he comes to when he has a question regarding computer games? Yeah. Thirdly, and most importantly, if I were “cool”, my friends wouldn’t even like me. Like, what is “cool” for an eighteen-year-old female? Excessive amounts of alcohol, dressing like a prostitute, promiscuous sex and all that other stuff. Now tell me, would he rather I were a whore, or would he rather that I listen to hack liminality music while decimating some twelve-year-old’s legion of orcs?

I know I’m over-reacting, but if I can’t do it here then where can I?

Back to the day though, it seems that Mrs. Mac is in need of a typesetter/printer. Now how cool would that be if I could help her out there? I have to find out if she wants to mass-produce these booklets or if she wants, like, ten. ‘Cause I’d totally do it myself, spiral-binding and all. (I must also find out, does SAIT print books on the one colour press? Augh, think of how many times you’d have to change the plate. Augh!!)

I wonder how old I’ll have to be before it doesn’t feel super strange to call her just Cathie and not Mrs. Macdonell. Heh.