The past few days have been relatively uninteresting. So far, this summer has been a drag. On the plus side, though, I’ve been getting nice, fat paycheques the past few weeks. I mean, I know that’s just not what the summer’s all about, but at the same time, the more I have saved up, the better off I’ll be for the fall. I guess once you get to a point where you have to pay for school, maybe that’s what the summer is all about. Hmm. Somehow I liked it better before. Oh well. At least not liking the lack of social contact is a good thing. Then at least I know I’m not going back to being anti-social. That’s always a good sign. Plus I always have people to talk to at work – when I’m not closing, standing around for an hour doing nothing all alone. Thankfully, though, I don’t have to close that often. I’ve been getting awesome hours, mostly matinee shifts – which are boring, but at least you get paid to stand around and talk to people. I’ve determined that the majority of my job seems to consist of standing and doing nothing productive. I mean, there’s only so much you can do when the movies are playing and nothing’s going on. The place can only be so clean, you know.
Anyways, enough about work, and enough about university. I’m sick of talking about that stuff. I just wish I had something else to talk about. Well, one thing that’s out of the ordinary is the fact that my sister’s home right now. I’m not really sure why she’s here – I mean, I guess she’s family and everything, but I don’t think there’s a specific purpose to her visit, that’s all. My parents picked her up yesterday night – when I was working – and she’s heading back tomorrow night – while I’m working. Today’s pretty much my day off work, but I couldn’t just relax and enjoy it, because my sister was around to bug me. Well, alright, she wasn’t too bad. She did make me drive her to Wal-Mart and wait around for like an hour and a half while she shopped, but I occupied my time looking at the DVDs about three or four…or five or six times. And I did make her make lunch for me in exchange for that car ride, which was a pretty sweet deal. I should get a job as a chauffeur, and just make people pay me in food. The only reason I had to drive her there was because my dad took her off the insurance – since, well, she’s only home every so often anyways. There’s no point in paying for it if she’s never going to use it. So I bought two DVDs, Dodgeball and Speed. They were both cheap – under ten dollars – and so I figured, hey, why not? I’m the one sitting on a good chunk of money right now, with a month and a half left of income to go as well. So what’s a DVD or two? I figure I need as many as I can get for those nights at school when all my friends are out getting drunk or doing whatever else university kids do these days. That’s all I’ve ever heard of, anyway. I’m sure some people are probably part of, you know, chess clubs or something, but I’m going to take a wild guess and say that those people are in the minority. I’ll just look for geeky guys with pants up to their armpits and thick-rimmed glasses with tape on the nosepiece. Preferrably wearing one of those caps with the spinny propellor things on them. ‘Cause those things rock.
So where was I? Oh yes. I think I was pretty much at the end. I didn’t succeed in completely avoiding the topics of work and school, but at least I tried. It’s just that everyone keeps telling me right now that those are my sole purposes for existence, and I just refuse to believe them. Perhaps I’m living a lie. Perhaps I’m in denial. Or perhaps I’m just hoping that there’s something more exciting out there for me than school, and then work for the rest of my life. I’d like to skydive or bungee jump, and I’d also like to be part of some sort of hostage situation straight out of a movie at least once before I die. I also would preferrably like to not have that situation be my cause of death. After all, what’s the point in being part of a hostage situation if you never get to brag about it to your friends afterwards? I guess there’s always heaven. Somehow, I don’t think that people will be as impressed about it up there, though. After all, there will be people up there that can say, “Oh yeah, well I got doused in gasoline and set on fire while people shot at me and pelted me with rocks, purely because I had a unibrow. Beat that.” And that reminds me. My last goal in life is to grow out my unibrow.