January 22nd, 2004

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Being Poor Compared To The Residence Kiddies

For starters, I want to tell you that I enjoy walking 25 minutes to the bus stop in the morning, and that I really enjoy the 20 minutes back in the evening (faster and more comfortable because my limbs are looser in the evenings). It's physically affirming. It lets me know that I am a living, breathing, human being, if by any chance I wasn't able to figure that out by the infrequency with which I update my journals.

What I do not like about my commute is that it leaves my nice winter jacket smelling like sweat and rotten vegetables. Having one of these smells about you is bad. Having both becomes closer to x^2 than 2x if you know what I mean.

The rotten vegetables scent comes from the end of this past Summer when my mother let a bag of onions rot in the kitchen coat closet. Anyway, that got dealt with and it was a great relief to find the source of the smell and clean it up. My stepgrandmother Bernice did this because I was always out (it was Frosh Leader Camp / Frosh Week), my mother was in Cape Breton, and Paul (my stepfather) has MS and can't deal things like that anymore.

Now, you're going to ask me if I washed my coat. You're damn right I did. But the rotting scent would keep coming back every time I broke a sweat. However, in the Fall semester it wasn't really noticeable. But now that I have to wear the liner - ugh! I feel so gross. So right now, I'm washing the damn coat again. I had to wait for the timing to be right; the weather's warm(er) now (-5 to -10 instead of -20 to -25) so I can get away with just wearing the shell, which dries really quickly. No, we don't have a dryer.

Did I ever tell you we were poor? I'm not complaining, and I like walking to the bus because doing otherwise all the time would be irresponsible. I figure I'm doing my part to help Canada fulfill our Kyoto Protocol obligations. And the racks and lines can dry your clothes well enough if you plan ahead and don't need your clothes in the next day-and-a-half.

And I should be glad I'm even going to university. If it wasn't for my grandparents on both sides, I would be SOL. I am the luckiest person I know to be so damn poor but still graduate with no debt. Now I just need to work on the, "What next?" I'm going to apply to the one year B.Jour. program at King's (the small university within the confines of Dalhousie's Studley Campus). Of course, they seem to want pansies who will tell them that it's been their lifelong dream to be a Journalist, people who can sent them 65 print clippings, people who are already hosting their own public radio shows. To be honest, I can't compete. The best I can say is that I was writing SmackDown! reports for the LAW for much of Spring 2003. Of course, I do have some Journal (the Saint Mary's University student newspaper) clippings from this academic year, including my (in)famous U-Pass Op-Ed. You can bet they'll be going along in the envelope.

I think I can swing this. If not, I guess there's always Hamburger University. But the girl I adore has told me that she won't marry anyone who's poor, financially responsible or no. I've got a lot of work ahead of me, but work is healthy, and I'm determined to see this through.

More on tonight in another entry.
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More on "This Night"

You know, the trouble with keeping a journal (whether live, or dead, or inane) is that making careful, idealized entries about everything that's important takes almost as much time as it does to live those wonderful, idealized, important moments. This is why Joe (thoughtboy) threw in the towel lo those years back. And I kind of agree with him. But before I run out of steam, there're a few more things I should share:

I ran into Travis at the Tim Horton's near the National Film Board where I attend my Narrative in Fiction and Film lectures / screenings every Wednesday night. He said that someone said I was running for SMUSA VP Internal. And I said, "Wha?" Because, really, I'm not qualified for such a job, and SMUSA, though they do good things, isn't as fun a place as it used to be when I was the Freshman Rep on the Student's Representative Council. You had Liam, you had Paris, you had Sam... Then again, maybe I'm just wondering why I kept getting doubled in every subsequent SRC election. =) I'm kind of glad I didn't get into being Arts Rep, though, 'cause I think Kathleen's done great. Anyway, it was great to run into Travis and his friend and we talked about a lot of things, probably to the irritation of the counter clerks who were waiting for me to order. I apologized to the woman who made my sandwhich, and she seemed to understand.

I paid my debt to society at the library this morning. There are a lot of sexy books in there. Well, being pathetic is the price you pay for being nice. =) To tie into what I said earlier, I would have returned that book on the day it was due (if opera_angel didn't sleep that whole day and take away the point of me going into town! =), but unless I have a class, or John Flansburgh is giving me the chance to play drums at the next TMBG concert, or my namesake His Royal Highness Prince William wants me to come party, I am not going into town! =)

However, I am planning to go to C'Mac's costume party this Saturday night at the Gorsebrook.

From Your Favourite Hack,
- William
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give my regrets to Craig...

If any fellow SMUdents are reading this, I am giving my regrets to Craig MacDonald's costume party this Saturday. Between the cost of actually going (which isn't very much) and the cost of renting a decent costume (which really is very much), I can't afford to considering that I have to buy new sneakers, pay a sitting fee for my grad photo... and I'm still reeling from my textbook and grad ring purchases, so I need to save every cent I possibly can. Sorry. What really sucks is that this is an event for charity, so they're missing out too, in a way.

It's not the end of the world; Kathleen is hosting a semi-formal in February, which should be good - and I already own a suit. =) Yes, it's the same suit I've worn to many dozens upon dozens of job interviews over the past year, getting turned down at every appearance. I heard that I could have got the Ultramar job (I even noticed a "Cool!" written on my résumé), were it not for the fact I was associated with my friend Evan who was working there at the time, who was eventually fired.

The 2004 Canadian Idol competition once again lands in this city on February 23rd. That may mean I'll miss my 12:30 - 1:20 Geographic Information Systems lecture. Oh well. =)
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