Zellers is dirty, don't go there

I'm experiencing quite a bit of boredness right now. Not to much going on. Just killing time before I have to go to...ugh...Zellers. Remind me to work on my resume sometime, blog viewers who don't actually exist. It would be a great help.

Panda Farms rocking their first offish show on sats, should be good. And after that were playing pretty often. I think we have like 10 shows so far this summer, which is pretty solid. We just need to practise more. I think were doing band photos today, which is pretty a lame idea in itself, but I am pretty stoked, not gonna lie. I think were taking them at the playgound, so it should be pretty funny. I hope atleast, or else it's gonna be weird...

Ugh I have to work in an hour, what a waste of time. Going to zellers for 4 and a half hours on a sunday is not my idea of logic. I make like minimum wage. I'm going to make like 30$ for wasting the better part of a day, on a job that I don't like at all. But it's better than nothing I suppose, not by a lot, but better nonetheless. I think I'm going to apply at the new starbucks for the summer, that would be dandy. Just dandy. And maybe a call centre. I think that would be suffice. If I get the job at starbucks, I hope to God that I can get a transfer to one close to uni so I can get free coffee all next year. YESSSSS. That was bliss, just thinking about it. BLISS I SAY.

Oh, and to make this post relevant to the title that I just randomly gave it based on my feelings at the time and not actually what I was going to wirte at all. I found like 10 mice/rats feasting on some spily coke and running all over the food yesterday in the stockroom. It was gross. I peeled out in fear of getting some sort of rat disease. Oh well, they probably just hid in the patio set boxes.

KiIlin' time

Zellers is putting a damper on my fun. It's not even remotely enjoyable anymore. I need a new job. Pronto.

I'm listening to Today I Caught The Plague right now, and I'm very pleased. I"m in like chill mode. I just sat and looked at the inconsistency of colors in my jeans, for like a minute straight. It was sweet. Normally, a minute wouldn't be a very long time. Like if I were to say "I went log rolling, for a minute", you would more than likely call me a nancy, because only nancies log roll for a minute, it's just not enough. But, in the context of staring at ones pants, a minute may just be too long. A book can be read for well over three hours, but if a film is longer than that, it just gets "drawn out" and boring. Who makes these constraints? Who ever it is, they're dumb. Same as eating at the times I'm supposed to eat. What kind of garbage is that? God forbid if we have lunch after 11. Brunch is for douchbags. And Britain. I don't want to eat supper at 5-6. Thats a stupid idea. I eat supper at 9, just to prove a point. I don't go to bed at 10, or wake up at 8. I don't get the "reccomnded" 9.25 hours of sleep. I don't live to please people and I hate walmart.

I'm getting bitter. I'm going to stare at my pants. Peace and love, chillun'