Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room; well I'm here with you...

"The Lion King's a lot like Hamlet if you've noticed. Think about it. Evil uncle kills king and tries to seduce mother while king's ghost visits son and tells him more or less to get revenge. I mean, Nala doesn't exactly play Ophelia's role but they had to dumb it down for Disney audiences. I mean, practically every character is accounted for except the baboon... and god knows who this Rafiq is and which character from Hamlet he parallels"
-- Christian's (almost) last words

Oh it was an interesting day alright. See, Christian and I have the severe inability to operate in the morning before we eat breakfast. I kid you not, we absolutely must eat breakfast before we can do anything remotely useful with our lives. We both woke up at 8 this morning and the godforsaken cafeteria didn't open until 10 so we spent 2 hours discussing the Shakespearean links between Hamlet and The Lion King. We also talked about Edgar Allan Poe and how the man was messed in the head.

Leaving was very anti-climactic. I understand why they want you to leave right after your last exam cause they don't want you disturbing people who still have to write them, but it makes the whole end of the first year somewhat deflated because everyone leaves at different times and all. For example, when I left, there were literally only 6 people left on the floor. So the goodbye-saying period was kind of short. I visited the 6 people and either hugged them (girls) or shook their hands (guys) and promptly left.

Grant, here is an incident that I am going to outline solely for your benefit/reading amusement since apparently, you have a penchant for anything even remotely flirtatious/romantic. You ready for this?

After I moved all my stuff into my parents' vehicle and returned my keys, I ran out into the middle of Leonard field and called out to Jess who was still in her room on the fifth floor. In doing so, I drew the attention of everyone within earshot and when she arrived at her window, we blew each other kisses.

I hope you're satisfied cause that's probably the last of the flirting incidences for the next few months. And speaking of next few months, I am going to outline a few things I need to do:

1. Paint my room
2. Expand my cooking abilities
3. Start practicing freeway driving
4. Do 2 weeks of my practice teaching
5. Go to Bright Eyes concert
6. Arrange at least one excursion with Jon Wong Experience + Karen & Vusani
7. Arrange at least one excursion with Jon Wong Experience + Rachel Manson
8. Arrange at least one excursion with Jon Wong Experience (to look for Grant's rock)
9. Arrange at least one excursion with the boys (David, Omair, and Grant)
10. Possibly invest in a mobile phone
11. Possibly invest in a pair of roller blades
12. Go on tour around the world
13. Write letters and send postcards while on world tour
14. Pre-register for my courses next year while on world tour
15. Bang chests with Grant upon my return and learning that he got into Queen's
16. Play tennis with Elaine as often as possible
17. Finish autobiography/play/autobiographical play/work of fiction titled "The Jon Wong Experience"
18. Arrange for Jess to visit for a few days in August
19. Arrange at least one excursion with Jon Wong Experience + Jess
20. Take Jess to Jays game (hopefully one NOT pitched by Josh Towers)
21. Show Jess around Toronto and surrounding area
22. Stay alive
23. Possibly (only possibly) have large Czech party assuming that I see the Kotts at some point

Quite the schedule eh? EH?! Ladies, am I right?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why does that never seem to get old to me? How long has it been since I first heard that phrase? A year? God, I need a life. But according to the schedule above, I've got one. And I'm loving every minute of it.

In rez with nothing to do cause everyone's moved out? Sleep the day away...

The bridge is fucking crumbled and the water soaks into the godamn rocks!!!!!!!!! Do you hear?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now that was random. But I am tres bored and sitting here at my computer. I would like to pack, but I've packed up everything that I could except for the essential items like bedding and toiletries and... and... this package of red licorice which apparently has become essential to my life. Either that or I'm just hoping to finish it before I leave and not have to pack it.

So...

The year is over (or at least for me it is) and I have to say that it's been a crazy year of ups and down and twists and turns and really, the only thing that's stayed the same are the few number of people in my life that I knew from before I came to university. You know how they say that it's always hard to keep in contact after you all move away and that the friends you're going to know for the rest of your life comes from university, not from high school. Well, we sure showed them.

You spin around me like you dream, we play out on this movie screen

And all the world is but a stage and the men and women merely its players

So, at the end of first year, who's in this play of mine?

Dulcinea - Lived across the street from me all year and it was her birthday today (the 27th). Happy birthday kid.

Grant - You of all people can relate when I say, it's been a CRAZY year. But as JLee comically coined it, you're still my B.F.A.M. (Brother From Another Mother).

Elaine - So I met your mother this year which is huge. But just like last year, you were right. Distance counts for nothing.

David - I question if you've met Kale Boehmer yet but it doesn't matter. We be drinkin' when I get back!!!!!!!!!!!! You're Scottish aren't you?

Omair - I don't think I had mayonnaise in my sandwich in kindergarten. But we had good times this year with that apple bong.

Karen - As I type this, I hear bottles being shattered outside by drunk engineering students. Ok, that was random. But you know if there was ONE person I admire, it's you.

Andrew Kott - Uh... uh... you're alive! Praise the lord! And I'm alive too having gotten into the car with you! Praise the lord! You're flying a plane! Lord help us all!

Steph - Good lord kid, I'm sure your parents love you more than they love me. And I am not God, but you're still my protege.

And who are the new players?

Asif - Ok, ladies and gentlemen, this man actually managed to live in the same room as me for 8 months. That tells you something (he's under intense therapy as a result).

Jess - You're my star. I've said this on many occasions and maybe I'll explain someday. Good thing you had that vomitting run-in with Jon Adamo eh? EH?

Matt - Save for a brief period of exile, we had some good times with Saturday night breakfast muesli.

Courtney Plankton - Ok, so your last name is Langton. The owner of the doorbell and we should all take time to worship this girl.

Rachel - You never cease to amaze me. From cannibalism to religion to booking face to quintuplets to monoleprosy to haggis. You've done it all this year.

Tanya - And here's a girl who once called me a slice off the awesome pie. Touche!

Dave - Fellow con-ed male and alpha frosh in a freak coincidence. Now if you would just stop spreading those rumors.

Christian - It's kind of funny that you said that you never interfere with people's lives and then follow it by noting that ironically, I'm the only person whose life you've ever interfered with.

Linda - Aside from Asif, this girl had it the worst... she lived next to me and still came out smelling like roses. I flat out adore this girl.

Hmm, university was a big change alright. But we all got through it didn't we? Some smelling like roses (Linda), some smelling like vomit (Jess), some smelling like alcohol (Grant), and others just smelling (insert unhygenic friend... there are none). But I kid. I think we all came out smelling pretty good.

Let's see what the spring/summer has in store.

Know that I found myself able to fly away without magic feathers or Jefferson aeroplanes, I've got with me all that I need...

"For drummers. Not drum enthusiasts, not percussionists... drummers. Banging on shit"
-- Drummers of the World Unite description

I mean really, what do drummers actually do? We bang on shit. We do it rhythmically (or at least, good drummers do and bad ones attempt to unsuccessfully) but we're essentially just hitting things. It surprises me how simple these things are when you break it down.

I feel like playing music. Is anyone interested upon my return this weekend? No? Ok.

Procrastination is a skill and I've long since perfected it.

"Sometimes you just want to break down but you can't because so many people are depending on you to be their strength. And sometimes, you just feel so lonely that it eats at you and you just want it to go away, even if it's just for a little while. But loneliness is a state of mind; you can't get rid of it merely by being around people. And really, you can't wish for loneliness to go away for just a little while because part of being lonely is feeling that whatever high you're currently experiencing is only temporary... because like jumping on a trampoline, we're all going to need to come down sooner or later. But there are those few people who make you feel like you can reach the peak of your jump and actually stay there. And suddenly, you don't feel so lonely anymore when you're with them because they make it seem as if time itself as stopped; that they're going to make whatever high you're experiencing last forever. It's completely irrational and you know that you're going to have come back down again, but that's ok. Because they're doing the impossible... and that doesn't matter"
-- Anonymous

Gives one furiously to think does it not? That seemed fitting considering my roommate moved out today and the other half of the room feels barren. People are starting to drop like flied (out of residence I mean) and one of my floormates, Joanna, was heard to mention that it all seems very anti-climactic. And I think she's right in a sense. There's hardly going to be anyone here the day I move out. And really, those last few days when most people are gone and I'm packing in my room, it's not going to be like tonight when we're all hanging out in JLee's room while he's packing.

But what can I say. People let go.

In your eyes, let's sleep till the sun burns out. I'm melting in your eyes.

"Ugh, his last name is Wentz? I'll have to do something about that..."
-- Jessica McAdam

... and A.J. Burnett is back on the DL. So far, he's proving to be a horrible investment.

There was this point of contention the other day about how asian guys never have non-asian girlfriends. No one would agree on why.

I had something I want to say when I logged onto blogger. I can't remember what it is...

It's been 5 minutes and I still can't remember.

It's been 15 minutes. This is getting ridiculous. I am going to eat and I shall be back to continue this post.

And I have returned... it has been roughly one and a quarter hours since I left the computer and for lord's sake, I can't remember what I was about to post. But it is becoming highly amusing for me to read what I've already written so I shall continue.

There's something different about these days. Obviously it's exam time and people are leaving and stuff but when I wake up these days, I never anticipate a normal day anymore. To be sure, I've had plenty of days that HAVE been normal but for some reason, every day I wake up expecting that something big will happen and if it doesn't happen today, it's going to happen sooner or later. I sound like a freaking horoscope but there it is. It feels similar to what happened last year nearing the end of school; when everyday felt like it could shape up to be a big day but it never was until maybe the last day of school.

Too much of the same stories in our lives, I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives, I think it's time for us to walk away from here...

Grant you shmuck. I see you online practically every evening and tonight, the one night where I'm bored out of my skull and looking for ways to amuse myself you're not online to provide said amusement? What the hell?

"Ugh, I hate the word "cuddling"... call it spooning; it's essentially the same thing but doesn't make me want to gouge your eyes out"
-- Courtney Plankton

Ah the good Courtney. She turned 19... yesterday I suppose since it's past midnight and a good time was to be had by all on a Wednesday smack dab in the middle of exam week. Oh well. For the records, the term "spooning" actually refers, at its base level, to a certain sleeping position although nobody uses it in that context anymore. Like the word gay, which used to mean happy and contented. Also on the news update, I had a glass of champagne tonight and it was amazing stuff.

So, onto the question of the Arctic Monkeys. I too, enjoy a good Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor every now and then. It's a fun little song which has its place between Regina Spektor's Your Honour and The Bravery's Honest Mistake on my playlist (because that was the order they came in on the Steph W. recommendation list). But why do people go mad about the Arctic Monkeys?

As far as I can tell, people have a much broader taste in music than they think/admit. In reality, what you claim to be your "favorite" kind of music depends heavily on what you're exposed to. I've been thinking about how people recommend different music to me. Steph is usually close to bang on accurate with her recommendations, Grant is usually close as well and even Rachel was able to get me to enjoy a country song and there was recent discussion about the orgasmic qualities of Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek. What it boils down to is this. Music has to an extent, gotten extremely unoriginal. The difference that seperates Indie from Rock from Country from even Classical is not that great. Breaking songs down to the actual progression of notes they follow, you find that a lot of music is based on the same basic harmonic principles of 1 going to 5 then back to 1. Ok, that probably doesn't make sense to many people who don't take harmony so I'll simplify it to this: you can take a tune or a section of music; and depending on whether you chose to record it with synthesizers, or heavy distortion, or acoustic guitars, or a string quartet, you will get completely different songs in different genres, but essentially based around the same notes (unless you're a freak like Schoenberg. For those of you who enjoy his music, I'm sorry but I truly think the man was messed in the head).

So what it really all boils down to is this. We all have a much much broader taste in music than we think we do. For example, let's say you claim to like Indie music and your favorite song is 12:51 by the Strokes. If I asked you why you didn't like country music, you can probably tell me it's because you've heard country songs and you don't like the way it sounds. Alright, fair enough. But I'm willing to wager that IF I were to find a country song that was based on the same harmonic progression/principle as 12:51 by the Strokes, you would listen to it and would probably tell me that it's a pretty good song. Now, it obviously won't sound as good to your ears as 12:51 because to an extent, the particular quality of sound that comes from Indie music also appeals to you. But even if you don't like the country "sound," you would probably find a country song based on the same harmony as 12:51 to be at least bearable is not pretty good.

I've taken a long winded path to outline step by step my conclusion that we are all capable of liking a huge variety of music; it just depends on whether or not we're exposed to enough music from a particular genre to find the songs that use the kind of harmony that appeals to our ears. So back to the original question, why the big hype around The Arctic Monkeys? I think it's because when people get exposed to the Arctic Monkeys on a large scale, it makes it easier for them to attach a special significance to it. I've already said that we are capable of liking lots of music so Arctic Monkeys is really no different from any other band that gets airtime on the radio. But what seperates music we "like" from music that we "worship" so to speak, are the connotations that are attached to it.

I'll take a personal example. The difference between Sidewalks and 12:51. Before talent show 05, I'd heard Sidewalks many a time on the radio and on the actual Page Avenue album. Sure I liked the song, but for more than half a year, it was nothing really more than a "good sounding song." But when I performed that song for talent show with Steph, it all of a sudden became enormous for me. It was no longer "just a song I liked," it became one of my favorite songs of all time. On the other side, we have 12:51 by The Strokes. Now, listening to this piece, I am absolutely certain that this is a song that could become a song I worship. Whenever I listen to it, I always think to myself "damn, this is a really good song I'm listening to." But to this day, it is still merely a song that I like because the song doesn't conjure up any sort of memory for me. I can listen to the song and enjoy it, but once it's finished, I lose my attachment to it.

Usually, your favorite songs will your favorites for reasons other than just the music in and of itself. If the Arctic Monkeys write songs that a lot of people like or find good sounding, then there is instantly more potential for their songs to become something that people worship. If people like the songs, they will more likely to be playing in the background or on people's current playlists when for example something good happens in your life. And if a song you like is playing the background (or in some other way affiliated) when something good happens in your life, then chances are that song will be held in much higher regard when you listen to it in the future. It doesn't even have to be something monumental. You could be reading a really good book and be listening to the Arctic Monkeys and even that will get you to like the song more than before.

So maybe the Arctic Monkeys just got lucky. People liked them in general but they happened to be playing in the background when good things happen and suddenly, the become worshipped.

I could also be completely wrong.

"And it seems to get much colder when you cry on your own shoulder"
-- Jefferson Aero Plane, Relient K

"Hey Rachel, I need a bowl... and some oil, one egg, butter, a baking pan, a pair of scissors, a cutting knife, and a measuring cup"
-- Jon Wong

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I do things like wash dishes for the doorbell room and make them christmas baskets.

I'm in somewhat of a good mood right now because my music 203 exam is finished! Bwahaha. I was gallivanting across campus on my way back to res... only to return and find that Jess had managed to walk into a door.

Then there was that mild spooning incident...

And then to cap my night off, I return to my room to find that Asif had gone home! I have no recollection of him ever telling me he was leaving. When Asif's bed is made at 12:45 in the morning when you return to your room, you know he's gone home. Grant, the "It is a mystery" thing you left for Asif's whereabouts truly fits the bill.

The Blue Jays destroyed the Yankees 10-5.

Oh yeah, Grant, I might just mention that wall post 300 in coming up. I'm letting you know early-ish. Then again, Karen, you may just as well continue the trend of thwarting Grant.

I've discovered why people use optical mice on their computers. My mouse uses the ball type thing and I was using it to navigate around blogs. I turned my attention to something else, and when I turned back, my mouse had mysteriously stopped working. As I lifted my mouse, I noticed that the ball was missing! I don't understand. I can't find it anywhere so now I'm mouse-less. It wasn't even like I was playing with the mouse or anything. It just... vanished somehow.

“We were written in the stars. All that separated us was time; the time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts to find our way back to one another.”
-- Anonymous

So exams are in full swing and I have to say, this hermit-like lifestyle I've adapted doesn't suit me in the least. I don't normally take exams very seriously and I'd like to think that I'm not taking them all that seriously at any rate but this has been the first time I've actually had pressure to do well on an exam whose course I have had difficulties with all semester long, i.e. music 203. But everyone knows how much I dislike music 203 so I'll stop now.

Wow, you know when life has descended to a new level of inadequacy when I can't think of anything that's been happening lately that's of the slightest bit of interest to anyone, including myself.

Since there's nothing new actually happening, I am going to expound on something that's been chewing at my mind since... god knows 2001 or so. Maybe 2002. Some good number of years at any rate. I once had this rant on blogger that some of you may remember about how people I know never called/intiated anything. Grant had a response citing a similar question his grandmother posed as to why they (the Winestocks) never called, to which Mrs. (Katy) Winestock responded "because I know you'll call me." Grant thank god has grown out of that mindset to some extent but to this day, I still have beef with that particular way of thinking.

There are many kinds of people who you'll meet and even among people you befriend, there tends to be a large variance in personalities. There are some people who, if you're good enough friends with them, go all the way in a friendship; so if you don't call them, you can be sure they'll call you because they value the friendship enough to go out of their way for it. Good trait right? Supposedly so but I can assure you of one thing: everyone likes to be met halfway. Even if someone is willing to go all the way to maintain a friendship, they would much prefer to be met halfway because it shows that the friendship means as much to the other person.

What I don't understand is why people are willing to let their friends go all the way in a friendship. Ok, so you have a really good friend who you know will intiate something if you don't. Do you take that as a sign to just sit back and not put any effort into it just because you know your friend will make up for your laziness/lack of meeting them halfway? Granting the assumption that this friend means as much to you as you do to him/her (on a side note, they really need to invent a term that collectively refers to him/her when you're depersonalizing a scenario), why are you actually willing to sit back and let him/her make all the first moves?

If you really value the friendship, the best way to show it is to actually meet the friend halfway. That's like saying "Look, I want to you to know that this friendship matters to me because I am making the effort even though I know I can sit back and you'll probably make it yourself." See what I mean? Everyone likes to be met halfway. Why do you think I get so ecstatic when Elaine calls? Because I know that she usually doesn't and she knows that she can sit back and I'll probably call her in the end. But these things are the foundations of a good friendship and I'm seeing a lot of people neglect that.

On the offside, what if you have a friend who will always intiate the first move and you simply let him/her do it. Eventually, this friend will come to the conclusion that if he/she doesn't call you, you won't call him/her. And you know what? He/she will be right. You'll have fallen into a habit of not initiating; fallen into a cushion of thinking that he/she will always call. And that's where friendships can start to break down. You may still value the friendship as much as before, but that person who realizes that he/she is making all the effort will give up. And really, who wants to lose a friendship that way. At least lose it over something like you sleeping with his/her spouse. Or something.

Laziness is not an excuse. So call your friends dammit!

"My son's name is Miles. Unless we're in Canada; then he's Kilometers"
-- Jeff Jenna

I had a slight musical slip today. I went the entire day discussing the vocal range and style of Imogen Heap (with particular regard to Hide and Seek) with Rachel Manson thinking the entire time that after the line "you won't catch me around here," her voice jumps an octave followed by a fifth. WELL, turns out that I was wrong. Upon review and closer examination, I have realized that her voice actually jumps a fifth followed by another fifth, which is still pretty impressive, but not as crazy as if she had jumped a whole octave followed by a fifth. If you really don't give a crap, that is ok; this is one of my more random posts. Unless you happen to be a vocalist this probably holds no meaning for you.

Speaking of vocals, apparently, I sing well enough to have convinced Rachel Manson that I've had vocal training. She's the first one who's ever told me that... and I'm in no position to say whether or not I agree with her because I've never heard my own voice. Anyone who's been recorded could relate to this fact: your voice *never* sounds the same to you as it does to everyone else. In order to know what your voice actually sounds like, you need to record or film yourself singing. Most people are surprised by how they sound in real life. I've heard myself speak on record and I have to say... I think my actual speaking voice sounds horrible compared to what I how I hear myself normally.

Good news! I did the calculations and I need to score a 15% on my music 203 final to pass the course at 50%. I think I can pull off 15% on the exam.

Fear not Grant, until I leave for Australia, we will have a blast and many a good time.

"I don't understand why the pendulum can't swing both ways at the same time"
"Probably cause it's a pendulum..."
-- Exchange with Grant

Probably one of my more idiotic moments but I was trying to illustrate a few odd trends in my life, or more specifically, my life with regards to friends. The pendulum quote was a more specific example when I was expounding about how this entire year, my life has hung primarily in balance between Jess and the Doorbell Room. There are other facets of my life that are constant of course; I've jammed with Jon A. all year, and Dave's been my designated con-ed male compatriot, but all in all, I can best associate my first year university experience with either Jess or the Doorbell Room.

The thing is that I can never associate them both at the same time for the same duration. It's kind of like what I told Matt at the beginning of the year; I always seem to have a number of close friends who are constant (Grant, Elaine, Karen, David, Omair, Andrew Kott), but after this aforementioned group, there seems to be what Matt Wilson aptly terms a "quota" of friends I am allowed to interact with at any given time. For example, at this point, it's not as if I actively choose to interact with Jess and shun the Doorbell Room or vice versa, but for some reason I know that there will be times when Jess will suddenly start visiting a lot and those times will coincide with times when visiting the Doorbell Room would find everyone tired or busy doing their own thing. Then there will be times when Jess will suddenly decide to barracade herself in her room room and not speak for some time, but it will magically coincide with the times when the Doorbell Room suddenly becomes extremely friendly, holding parties, and invitations to dinner. It's completly bizarre.

The same can be said of Matt Wilson and my roommate to an extent. Usually, when Asif relapses into periods of moodiness, I tend to leave him to himself and visit Matt Wilson, who lo and behold, will be unnaturally friendly and talkative. Then there will be times when Matt Wilson becomes moody (and/or exiled) and those will be the times when Asif is strangely content with his life.

May I add that since the pendulum happens to be swinging in Jess' general direction, it feels kind of odd to be here without her.

"I call my father buddha. He is round, bald and jolly. I rub his belly for good luck."
-- Amber McKean

I'm somewhat curious to know where the story of rubbing a buddha's stomach for good luck came from. Last year, Mr. Snell always had this miniature iron buddha in her room and I myself always used to rub its stomach for good luck. I'm not at all sure, but I *think* it may come from doing tai chi. See, during the tai chi process, your body's internal energy gets stored in your stomach and tai chi generates health and well-being. So going by that hypothesis, if the buddha is constantly doing tai chi in that sitting position we often find him in, then he would have built up an enormous amount of positive energy in his belly and hence rubbing it may be a sign that you're drawing from his reserve. But that's just a complete and utter guess on my part.

So tonight we get our obligatory warm fuzzies and I've always wondered if that was in itself a great idea if the floor isn't exactly one big happy family. Warm fuzzies work wonders if you're within a group of friends, but our floor has experienced a good deal of tension over the year. I wonder if people ever resent writing something nice about someone they don't like. Me personally, the only problem I had with the warm fuzzies were the people I honestly knew next ot nothing about. I mean, I could pull the Jess McAdam adage and write something like "Never stop smiling and it's been great knowing you" for people I don't know (she sat on my right and we were passing clockwise so I always saw what she wrote directly after), but I never like writing generic stuff. For the same reason, when I'm on vacation, I'm going to email each and every friend I know rather than doing an "email to all" kind of thing. Maybe I'm just a freak.

"Guys, we're staying up for 01:02:03 04/05/06"
-- Justin Lee

Holy cripes, that's the coolest thing I've heard of all day. Tonight at exactly 2 minutes, 3 seconds past 1 in the morning, the date will be April 5th 2006. It'll never happen again!!!!! I mean, you could do it in the afternoon I guess, but that's not exactly accurate time if you use a 24 hour clock. I don't know how JLee found out about it but I'm very impressed. hahahahahaha

"holy cow, is CRH allowed to give me a wage of $3.75 per hour?"
-- Wayne Lau

I'm going to answer this as a blog post because I think everyone should understand something about paid labour.

Technically, they're not allowed to pay you $3.75 an hour. I don't know how they're paying you that little because my starting salary was much closer to minimum wage. I equated to something a little more than $6.00 an hour but I had other qualifications tacked on so. But anyhow, I digress.

Your contract is not allowed to say "You agree to work for x amount/hour for y number of hours a week for z number of weeks." That would be illegal. However, I think Wayne, that you'll find that nowhere on your contract does it say you're getting paid by the hour, nor will it say how many hours a week you're expected to work.

Employers can legally get away with paying your less than minimum wage if you're employed by a set salary rather than a wage. For example, if they say they'll pay you $1000 for the entire summer, if you do the math, your rate of pay comes out to be less than minimum wage. But because they never specified on your contract that you're actually getting paid by the hour, it's legal if you sign the form saying you agree to work for them if you get paid $1000. You kinda see where I'm getting at? Also, they can afford to do this because sad to say, you're replaceable. It's not lik if you don't take the job, there isn't someone else who'll be willing to do it. That's the way the business runs.

In other news, I did actually have my breakdown in the good Jess's room Thursday night. I don't know what I'd do without her. Saw Grant and the Kotts earlier tonight and we had some good times so we're doing alright.