Awesome:

Opalasa randomly did a critical strike on Deconstructor's Heart at 23k, 24k, 25k+ (twice)

Not Awesome:

Last night i dreamt that Morrissey and Marr got back together and toured as a fucking sweet Smiths reunion... and also Eric and i got together and he gave me a ring.

Hm... two things that will PROBABLY NEVER HAPPEN.

Also...

The neighbor against the wall directly next to my bed has crazy loud sex at all hours of the day. I've never been a "sexual" person, but fuck, she sounds like she's having one hell of a time and makes me want to know what i'm missing out on!

Incidentally...

Every guy i meet who does not completely repulse me either does not contact me even though they say they will, contacts me but has a Girlfriend (WTF?) or most commonly and easiest of all to find, just wants to hang out for the night (ie: one night stand). I'm not saying i'm above that or anything, but i need to work my way there. Any level of intimacy is extremely awkward for me, let alone random nakedness with random strangers.

In Conclusion:

I am probably going to be single for one sad-ass pathetic motherfucking long-ass time. Especially because i am full-on retarded when it comes to dating.

Potential New Goal?

Be some 50-year-old's mid-life crisis.

It could totally work...

Wow, listening to The Queen Is Dead by The Smiths IS NOT HELPING.

I have never been this angry in my entire life. I am not an angry person. I feel like i am on verge of turning green.......'

I'll explain, don't worry. I just don't think i can right now politely or coherently.

Today was such a nice day... way to ruin it, jackass.

So it's official, KISS will be playing Bluesfest on July 15th. Too bad tickets are $50.....

Still have not heard from boy. Clearly i fail at socializing and making non-committal life-connections with strangers. Must have something to do with Facebook* ...whatever, fuck that.

Tonight during 10man Sartharion, my guild was trying for Sarth +1 drake, and i was battle rez'd (because i could rez an additional DPS during battle... because i am one badass Druid) but i timed my release too soon after Sarth's Fire Wall summon and promptly died. In all seriousness, if that had not happened, there is a VERY good chance everyone in the raid would have gotten the achievement. Nobody seemed to care... but still...

In conclusion... -->points to Subject title<--


*I say this because i suffer from crippling telephone-phobia and am almost incapable of talking to a stranger over the phone. Why, who the fuck knows.... So that is why i would never hand out my cell number, but clearly the-powers-that-be have something else in mind.

I've worked at Sears for over 6 years and i make $9.32 an hour.

At the end of the month, the government will be raising the minimum wage to $9.50 an hour. By the end of next year, it will have been increased to $10 an hour, fulfilling their campaign promise.

So basically, it takes federal intervention for my hourly wage to begin to approach what i'm actually worth.

FML.

I got my haircut today! It was very much overdue. I continually procrastinated this on the grounds that i could not decide what color i wanted, but finally i said Enough! I'll do something vibrant to my hair some other time. It's nothing fancy, just a long shag. Not too nineteen-eighty-five either.

On the awkward/uncomfortable scale i would rate a visit to the salon a 7.5 out of 10. I don't know what or why the reason is, but getting my hair cut is a ridiculously high point of anxiety for me. I went to my previous hairdresser for about 8 years before she moved, and never once was i comfortable there. Maybe it's the scalp massage the shampoo boy/girl gives you, maybe it's the absolutely inane banter you have to tolerate with your stylist (although this does decrease as you get to know each other better), the confusion over the exchange of money (do i tip the hairdresser and pay at the cash, do i just tip/pay all at once, what about the person who washed my hair? Do i give them money???) I guess it's because i am completely at their mercy. I have to sit in the chair for a half hour listening an infomercial about all their hair products and how they are better than the crap at the drug store, followed by the inevitable pressure to buy some absurdly overpriced pomade or conditioner, then feeling like a dick when i don't buy something, followed by wondering if they think you're a colossal dick for not buying anything AND probably not tipping enough.

I just don't understand the ritual of the salon, nope, not a fucking clue.

I woke up a bit before 11am and while annoyed that i had slept in so late, mused that at least it wasn't noon.

Yeah, turns out i forgot to set my clock forward one hour :(

So i get paid tomorrow and roughly calculated out how much it would be versus how much rent will be plus whatever the hell i have left in the bank. If i did it right, i basically have enough left over for a case of beer and maybe some legumes.

Ugh. Never thought i'd hate getting paid :(

On Sunday Mod Club was giving away free tickets to see the newly remastered version of The Who at Isle of Wight at the movie theatre this Wednesday. I scored two and stuffed them on the inside pocket of my parka and continued on for the night completely oblivious to the fact that some asswipe stole them. Gary was able to track down one for me, but ugh, i still feel violated.

Since it was the long weekend it was insanely busy at Mod, mostly because there was a huge lineup next door at Barrymore's for 80s Night and people who didn't feel like standing in line came to Mod instead. Now i say this because the Ottawa hipster crowd is for the most part polite and respectful of another person's personal space, and the trash that came from next door consisted of drunk sorority girls and chavs (if you don't know what a chav is, think obnoxious college frat boy compete with baseball cap and popped collar. Additionally, someone who probably slips roofies into a girl's drink). I 100% guarantee you it was one of those people who saw me stuff an envelope into my coat and think "Hey, i wonder what that is?" and proceed to steal my property, probably laughing with their friends while they did. I have left my coat unchecked a 100 times at Mod Club and i have never ever had a problem, but this was a first. I stopped counting the number of times someone "accidentally" rubbed up against my ass, and now i can add theft to my list of violations from Sunday night.

I am not a judgmental person, but if i'd know they were going to throw a douchebag convention at my bar, i would have taken a pass on going out. Fucking chavs.