17 minutes and 40 seconds to go.
The Library closes in that amount of time.
I miss things. Want to do things and see things and learn. Why can't I do that anymore. Why am I so lame? Why is my life so uninteresting.
Dreadlocks for mua? I'm craving. Maybe just a hundred tiny braids. When my hair is longer.
And an eyebrow bar.
And a tattoo.
Okay, maybe not a tattoo...
Has life changed since last week? No. No it hasn't. Kelowna is not happening. Is that new? I don't know what I post here anymore.
I'm going to be living in Banff for a while longer.
Don't cheer.
13 minutes and 14 seconds to go.
Have I mentioned I need a laptop?
Will be on the internet cafe computers tomorrow all day long if anyone cares.
Probably not. Most people don't.
I hate peeling oranges. One end is meant to pop out, and the other never quite works out the way I want it to.
There is a man sitting next to me who is rubbing his legs back and forth together so that his demin pants make a rustling sound.
It's driving me nuts. I want to kick him.
10 minutes.
Very hungry right about now. I crave peanuts. And lasagna. Definitly salty things. Possibly barbeque wings.
St. Patty's day coming up. Going to get hammered. Maybe it'll cure my boredom. I'm sure dancing crazily on a bar with 6 old Irish men singing jaunty tunes can cure that.
Jenny- I cannot WAIT to see you. The trip there with Kim is going to be amazing, and I just KNOW you'll love to see me---I mean, your present. Ahem.
Gonna' go eat now.
BLOWING THIS SHINDIG
PEACE