The Penalty Box

Today I had to go see the eye doctor, which meant getting pupil dilation drops in my eyes.  Of course, the day I do this, it just had to be one of the sunniest and brightest days in a while.  Why today couldn’t be like yesterday where it was overcast, I don’t know.  Curse you, Weather Gods.  The one day I want it to be cloudy and you make me look like a goddamn vampire.
The bus ride home was interesting (and by “interesting” I mean “nearly blinding”).  I’m sure to others on the bus it looked like I was about to spill the contents of my stomach onto the seat beside me, given that I had sunglasses on and was holding my head in my hands in order to prevent any kind of light from reaching my thrice normal-sized pupils.  Not surprisingly, the seat beside me was empty.

After getting home I decided to try to sleep in my room; what else would I do for a couple of hours while my eyes readjusted themselves? But alas, that was not to be because the construction going on outside the house decided at that moment to begin use of the jackhammer.  So there I lay for another hour or two, in as much darkness as I could muster.  More than three hours after I got the dilation drops in my eyes, I could finally look out the window without squinting.  Needless to say, I didn’t go to work.

What a marvelously unproductive day.  And it wasn’t even the fun kind of unproductive.

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…Mike Keenan.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

*breathe*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

In other news, today a bird got sucked into an intake valve of the building where I work. All that remained was a few feathers (my complete amateur opinion is that it was a seagull) floating around. My co-worker piped up, “does anyone smell bird?” I’m pretty sure we WILL start smelling bird if they don’t take it out soon. I don’t think the staff at Harbour Centre is as slow as Facilities Management at SFU, otherwise the building’s gonna rank up over the weekend.

I am now residing in a duplex with 3 roommates.  Rent’s good, roommates are cool and the commute to work is shorter.  I do miss the steady ride and quietness of the train, compared to the start and stop jerking and loud engine of a bus, but with my iPod, I can ignore it.  I must say I enjoy the fact that I can dictate my own schedule a little more, although I do miss my mom’s cooking already.  That might have something to do with the fact that I’m not all that good in the kitchen, but on the upside it does force me to experiment and learn how to do things myself.  What’s weird is that I seem to find I have more free time now that I’ve moved out, that or something happened to my perception of time.

It was difficult leaving the comfort and security of my parents’ house.  It was familiar, it was safe, but just missing that feeling of actual independence.  We all gotta grow up sometime, right? Mind you, I plan on staying immature for as long as possible, but the whole mental attitude towards life should gravitate towards adulthood and some measure of maturity.

It is odd that there is still activity in the house past 10pm, which is something I’m still adjusting to.  My parents pretty much hit the sack by 10pm if not before, and the quietness of the house outside the muted flickering of the TV was something I had gotten used to.  As I type this, one of my roommates is playing DDR in the background, the dishwasher is going and there’s traffic outside.  Sperling’s a lot busier road at night than Pipeline.

I’m rambling and I should sleep.  Work beckons in a few hours.