While making leftover oatmeal this morning, I put a bowl of it in the microwave for 30 minutes instead of 3. Easy mistake, right? Yeah, but most people notice the mistake in the first 10 minutes. Not me. I officially have no safe way of feeding myself anymore. I don't know what I'm going to do; Oatmeal was MY THING. I knew how to do oatmeal. Now I have nothing.
Up and at 'em early this morning for my last editing class. I'm telling you, people can be so majorly retarded. Such an amazing class last week. Until the end, "should I be giving you guys homework?". Logical people would have joined in a collective, "F*** no!". But not my class. And I forget days of the week. So now I'm up way too early, exploding oatmeal in the microwave, and editing something when I am barely awake enough to remember my name. I don't think I'll be a good editor. Next...
Well, classes finished and Whyte Avenue has officially gone bent and batsh** crazy. Same story every year. So I think I'm going to go join the crowd and whoop it up. Ah, who am I kidding, I'm going to watch Goldmember over and over until I fall asleep. I thought I was the retard showing up in flip flops to classes today (I refuse to wear socks now until September). However, it looks like the fine people of Whyte Avenue have all one-upped me; Not alot of people wearing pants out there as I was driving by on the way home. And plaid shorts DO NOT count; These guys were wearing them as boxers just a month ago. It makes me so proud of Edmonton. And I sincerely, deeply, truly mean that.
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