I'm feeling nonchalant in a refreshing kinda way. I'm sure you don't really care but I just thought that you should know that, not that you'd care or anything. Well, today I had my last exam and I'm feeling kinda good. Happy that I can put all of the troubles of last semester behind me, WAY behind me and that I can get on with things the way I was meant to be. Life is a good thing if you know how to treat it, or rather, if it knows how to treat you. Granted it's mostly how you look at it but every-so-often you've got to just sit back, look at things and go "wow" or "whoa" or maybe "Poo-nocka." For any of you who live in the GTA and pay attention to certain commercials you'll know where that's from. At any rate, I'm just sitting here at almost three oclock and I'm feeling pretty good - energized in an alright/ kinda way. I feel sorry for one of my friends because she got dragged downtown with a few of her bloody friends and she really doesn't want to be at that concert. The band is pretty good and all, but when you're feeling like it's one of those lazy days and people try to force you to go somewhere and you've got to put on like 17 layers; well, in short, that's not cool. I think that in honour of her bravery I should watch a Bond movie. There we go; now that's a pretty good idear if I ever did hear one. Which one though, there's so many to choose from... Oh well, I'll pick later - got to keep going in this here. So like I said I'm feeling pretty alright though I've fibbed to so many people and told them that today's not my day or that I'm having a bad day or that I'm just not feeling people personie today. I think I'm only in the mood for a select few people *pauses to count in head* Eight! I think that's the number somewhere around eight give or take two either way. So somewhere between six and ten people I really want to put up with, the rest are just more like a chore. Don't worry, if you're reading this chances are that I don't mind talking to you, though I wish my email would get back to working because going this long w/o email can really hurt a person on so many level. If this is going on for a few more days I'm just going to abandon that account and just move elsewhere. Which is really sad because I've got over thirty emails saved in that account from special times and people. CRAP! Oh, want to know something else crappy I just realized? Here's the killer. I did that whole driving school thing right, spent like fourty in class hours and then ten in the car so that's fifty hours. I spent fifty freakin hours of my summer there (that's over two days straight for those of you who are keeping score at home.) And it's good because you get discounts on your insurance. So I sat there in this bloody stuffy stale classroom all claustrophobic and such (the room, not me) I get out of there, pass and everything and what the hell happens? These friggin morons loose the freakin' paperwork. So now, the ministry doesn't know that I went there and wasted fifty freakin hours at this flippin' place and guess what'll probably end up happening. Guess what, anyone? That's right, I've got to do it ALL OVER AGAIN. "Well Merry Christmas to you Captain; we're just going crap in your hat and then to top it off we're going to make you wear it around for a little bit." Whoppty friggin do, look at me everyone I'm a freakin' moron. Ain't that just the best news of the day. And then the people at the ministry can't do crap about it because these jackarses went out of business. Tell me, if you were going out of business, wouldn't you want to just go out quietly; cross every 't' and dot ever bloody 'i'? Oh that just made my day right there. You know, and I was actually looking forward to today and the next few days: you know, I WAS feeling mighty freakin fine before I was reminded of this BS these arseholes are forcing down my bloody throat. Where the hell do they get off anyway? I was so happy, slightly concerned about something but I was happy. Stupidness like this is enough to make me wanna just sit here and let some salt water fall, fall down to the ground *drip drop, drip bloody drop* And there's not a freakin' thing I can do about any of this because no one can do anything so now I'm out three hundred, not one, not two but yes THREE ZERO ZERO dollars (in Canadian dollars, so that's about 231 US, 6,825 Russian or 184 European.) All of a sudden I'm really not feeling like myself. Quick, someone get me two panes of glass, one to put my fist through in rage. Maybe it'll numb the pain for when I put my head through the other one for being such an idiot and actually thinking that this would work out for me. Anyone know where I can get that glass from please don't hesitate to write me and let me know. And contrary to what you may be believing at home I am not crazy. I'm merely far gone today. First I was satisfiedly-happy and now I'm... anyone got a word to describe what this is? 'Rage' isn't right because I'm not seeing red or black; and I can still logically think. Though I know a few of you out there are convinced that if I were on my death bed and was dying a really bad death I'd still be able to think logically and to that I say "perhaps." But still, This isn't venting either, well, somewhat - but there's got to be a better word for this. Any suggestions anyone? I'd love to hear it because one of the only things that really mean much to me right now are the comments that I probably won't be getting with this entry. Oh would you look at that. It took me less then twenty minutes to put this together. I feel so accomplished though I know I shouldn't because the only reason why this happened so well was because I'm typing fast on account of my mood. *Breathe in, breathe out: repeat as necessary* and no, I'm not panting or anything like that so please save your smartarse comments for another day whereby I actually feel like entertaining your stupidity. [N.B. that the previous sentence was directed only towards those randoms who may wish to act stupidly in the comment page and was not intended to offend anyone who can be civil, serious, realistic or humourous in a good way.] I'll just go away into my little corner where I have a good view of the tele so that I can rock back and forth while watching a Bond film. Rockingly Yours, -Captain B. Edgey