dont read this.

In my Study of Myth class last Friday, it was so nice out (+20!) that we had our class outside in the courtyard. It was amazing. I've been thinking a lot about the actual class and the conversations we had in it. It's a seminar class so there are a lot of discussions. Although I'm still mad at that class for tricking me (it's not just reading fun myths, it's studying the theorists that studied myth) I'm glad that I'm at least learning interesting things. Anyway, we were talking about Carl Jung and his ideas surrounding Myth. My professor explained that the personality traits we detest the most in others, we can find in ourselves, but deep in our unconscious. I tried to think about my 'worst person ever' what their traits are and if I can see those in myself. I think I met my 'worst person ever' at the Garrick's Head Pub in Victoria just over a week ago. She really, really sucked. It's that person that cannot pick up on social cues and talks constantly about whatever is on their mind with no regards for whether the people being subjected to these brain farts gives a shit about what they're saying. The worst, right? I don't care that you're lying about being married, I didn't ask you to tell me all about it. Shit, I didn't even ask you to sit down with us.

Anyway, I've given it some thought and can actually recall myself giving information about myself without being prompted. I'm not clueless, I'm not a dick about it, but looking back I've actually done this. And I'm mortified. But then upon further self exploring into my unconscious (yeah right) I had another realization. I'm completely alone 90% of the time. So fuck all of you friends that have stranded me here in Brandon. Just jokes! I've actually been way too busy with school to even hang out with my friends that I do have here. (Sorry Meghoo!) But some days I go to school and don't actually speak any words for hours. Some days I don't actually utter a word until late afternoon. Isn't that crazy? So here I am again, talking about whatever is on my mind with no regards for whether the people being subjected to these brain farts gives a shit about what I'm saying. My worst nightmare. But it's my blog so I'm allowed, that's what they're for. On second thought, it's probably the fact that I have been hanging out with myself too much that made me start a blog at all.

What this post all boils down to, is that I cannot wait for school to be done for the summer, so that I can hang out with friends! Go to Winnipeg to visit Katy and Danny, have Sara and Rina come home, have Stacy move here (eh? eh?) hang out more with Meghan and Rob and others, and have normal conversations with people, trade ideas and thoughts so I'm not that freak at work telling the girl who likes horses too much things about me that for sure she doesn't care about. So just wait for summer, friends, Annoy-ison is waiting for you!