The Coffeehouse

Numbers 3-10 of Zahra's tag! Weird stuff...

3) I read magazines from the back to front. That is, I start at the last pages, and work my way to the beginning. I'm not sure why, but I also discovered my mom reads them this way too.

4) I very much dislike people watching TV with me. I feel like it's a private thing. And I absolutely hate when I'm in the middle of the show, and someone joins me and expects me to fill them in on what's happening. I don't mind joining other people in the TV room, but if I start a show or movie alone, I expect to finish it alone.

5) Before I open a can of pop (rarely) I tap the top. I read or heard somewhere that it prevents the pop from erupting incase it's been shaken. Is this true? I dunno, it's a habit.

6) In highschool, I loved watching fights...sorry.

7) I wear my watch on my right hand.

8) Holy moly

9) this is harder

10) than I thought...

Can I be excused from listing the last three? Pwetty pweeese.

It's settled, I want to be a pirate when I grow up. It looks like a lot of fun, you sail a lot, you play with swords, and you get a lot of booty (the non-anatomical type). Plus, your eyeliner and eyeshadow can be smudged and it looks good. Why, if it's not smudged and runny, then you ain't a true buccaneer.

Can you tell I have Pirates of the Caribbean Fever? :)

Arrrr!

..would be the title of a study done on The Coffeehouse. I am so ashamed I've turned this place into such an unworthy blog. I'm not exactly sure why summer does this to me. It's not like I'm extremely busy, just extremely lazy. Extreme laziness has come over me, procrastination, all that good stuff. Also, I want to spend every minute of my day outside, I can't stand to be in my room. If I'm at home, I'm out on the front steps or in the backyard, I can't seem to get enough of the sunlight, I feel like punching a hole in the wall to let more light in. Ideally, I would also be typing this post outside in the backyard.

So what have I been up to? Well, I did get a summer job, this time at the Ministry of Energy. Which is why I was kicked out of jury selection. "Excused" is the term they like to use, since you volunteer to "excuse" yourself, but I still think it's a kicking-out. It wasn't my fault the trial date was to fall on the first day of my job, I wanted to perfom my civic duty. Whatever, the justice system lost a loyal, open-minded, justice-loving juror. That was yesterday. I expected it to be like them John Grisham novels, or like the show The Jury, "real life drama" like the lady said in the video they showed us (I'm not kidding, she promised we'll see "real life drama unfolding in front of our eyes"), but no. No drama.

On Victoria Day, my family decided to visit the Royal Botanical Gardens in Hamilton. I'll leave it to the pictures.

So I visualized, something a bit long-term-ish, kinda vague-ish, but I visualized nonetheless. And part of that visual was doing something that I write about extensively on this blog, cleaning my room. And that's what I did yesterday after work, cleaned my room! Okay, fine, not completely, but it's a work in progress. Usually, cleaning my room is just putting things back into place, but this time, I cleaned with my vision, with a purpose. It feels great to finally have a sense of direction.