I’m Not Even Sure What to Title This

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What can I say about last night and today? There really isn’t much. Yesterday was primarily spent relaxing – I actually slept in until 11:00 AM, which is pretty good considering I haven’t had a good sleep in ages – and then working. I worked from 6-10:30 on concession, and it was fairly busy. I was just glad to get that over with and go home. Today, I worked as well, from 11:30-3:30. It was pretty boring. There were only two exciting parts to the day. The first one was when I found a $10 bill on the ground, with no one in sight. Score! That was about an hour or two after a couple of girls found a $20 bill on the floor by concession. Somebody has holes in their pockets or something. The second exciting thing that happened was at 2:30, when Oliver came in. That guy’s pretty funny; he’s sometimes kind of rude, but he at least keeps me entertained during the long, boring hours at work. He was telling me all these ideas for a completely random documentary series he wants to make about himself. I think the funniest part was that he couldn’t stop talking about it. I’d think it was all over, and then he’d talk about another idea.

Seeing as this is the last day of the Christmas holidays before school gets back in, I had better enjoy these last few hours. It’s been pretty crazy, actually. I mean, over the past two weeks, I’ve been to three family Christmases, eaten about ten times more chocolate than usual, applied for university, worked enough to get a $400 paycheck over two weeks (that’s including the time-and-a-half pay that I got for working on Boxing Day and New Year’s), and also had time in there to help build up, practice in, and perform with a band. The past three or four days have been all about the band, and now that the Coffee House is over, I’m not sure what we’re going to do. But anyways, it’s been pretty hectic, and yet somewhat relaxing as well. I’m not looking forward to going back to school; I’d much rather just keep this whole holiday thing going on forever. But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and so school must start up once again. Unfortunately, no one ever mentioned about how long bad things last, and unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any cliche phrase about it either. So, without further ado, I, Jeff, will create a new phrase that will hopefully be used often: “All bad things must come to an end and die a horrible death.” I’m hoping it’ll catch on and I’ll become the next Shakespeare or Orville Redenbacher or something. That’d be sweet. I’d just walk around and hear people saying the phrase that I came up with. Score!

But anyways, I think that’s all I have to say today. I’m really getting into this band called Mae that I heard about a while ago. They’re pretty cool, not because they’re crazy awesome or anything, but just because they’re so mellow. It’s almost like Coldplay, only without the annoying falsetto voice that makes me want to either curl up and fall asleep or curl my fists and punch the person who happens to be closest to me at the time. Every once in a while, I just get into one of those moods – you know what I’m talking about, those mellow moods where you want to get into a nice comfortable sweater, put on some slippers, and sip on coffee or hot chocolate, listening to some nice, soothing music. It makes me feel so…old, and yet I’m sure it’ll be in style soon. After all, apparently those snap bracelets and scrunchies from the 80’s are coming back. Pretty soon every girl will be going around wearing corsets and waving parasols in the air. Scary thought. But anyways, I think I’ve rambled on long enough. So, I leave you with your own silent thoughts, and perhaps the frightening truth that you don’t have any thoughts. If that’s the case, please see a psychiatrist. You may need some heavy medication.

2 responses to “I’m Not Even Sure What to Title This”

Melissa

are you making fun of coldplay!? that’s it.. you’re going to have to die now.. coldplay are clearly an amazing band. your miniscule brain must not be able to comprehend just how good they are.

Jeff

Whoa, calm down there Miss I’m-Coldplay’s-personal-mafia…I wasn’t really making fun of them. I just can’t stand listening to them for more than about ten minutes, because it’s so mellow it makes my eyes hurt. They roll back into their sockets and I fall asleep immediately. It’s like playing Silent Night after taking sleeping pills or something. I’m just like out like a light.

But I still don’t like the falsetto. There’s just way too much of it. It’s alright once in a while, but not in like every single song…and that is that. This is my blog, and I say what’s right and wrong 😛

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