Seconds ticking...

I do believe today was one of the first days I have ever really watched a clock, waiting, begging, for time to whisk away like dust swirling in the early morning sunlight as you drag yourself from your previously comatose state. For all intents and purposes, it isn't much of an upgrade. (More of a downgrade, actually, considering that being comatose is exclusive to being grumpy. Unfortunately, it doesn't work vice versa.) Anyways, eventually, one way or another, you'll end up where you're supposed to be, whether you want to or not. Pas de problem.

At least in the administrators' minds. For your poor, average luckless soul caught in the publically institutionalised hell that is your average school, the end of the day can't come soon enough. I suppose the same can be applied to the much larger, and much more variable hell that is the workforce, and the great big piece of hell that is life in general. Some people can't wait till their eighteen and can finally drink vodka from the bottle, let alone wait until the end of the day, even if they aren't potty trained yet. (The alcohol companies have to get them young.) But I have to exclude everyone who can't see over the coffee table yet.

So, for your average kid, in the average school, I imagine by 2:00 pm, you'd be pretty stoked there was just one more hour to go. Unless the rugby coach drafted you as cannon fodder, so you have one more hour + another hour of ruff n' tuff testosterone highs. Personal distaste for the more intense team sports aside, a kid that's maybe not so average at a not so average school (read me) will just be working, instead of clock-watching. Getting back on track, it actually made me feel pretty good to just sit there at 2:45, just watching 3:15 slowly approaching. After a while you just give up trying to work and lean back, trying to look busy, running the same phrase over and over again in your head - please God, let the end-of-day bell not have broken down.

And I think that pretty much sums it up for today, except for the list of delightfully wikipediable words I have decided upon:

- Denmark
- Swiss Cheese
- University of Western Ontario (guess where it is!)
- Pig War
- King Tut
- Michael Jackson

No comment.

And I Have a Blog

Not that anyone will read it. But hey, maybe I can round up some of my own fine fellowship of dutiful readers, who will react, sometimes in pleasure, sometimes in concern, and yes, sometimes in outrage, to the things I say, as if I was the sole propetier of words and opinions in the whole world. Come to think of it actually, outrage would not be a desirable reaction. From all the newboards I read, rotting my soul, I would really prefer people to be outraged at a safe distance. Preferably on the other side of their computer screens where I can't reach out and throttle them...

However, if you are one of the few who are actually reading this, you luckily have leave to be as outrageous as you want, since my goodwill has a rather wide margin today. I thought I would mimic another dastardedly compulsive writer and make a succinct list of things that annoy me:

- Late public transit
- Heavy rain
- Ipods I can hear three rows down when I have my own ipod on
- Locks that won't open
- Early public transit
- Traffic jams on the highway
- Arrogant bus drivers
- Bus drivers taking wrong turns by accident

From that, you can pretty much deduce what my last few weeks have been filled with. Ah school. Offering so much, sowing so much hope, and serving you a hard dose of every-day frustrations.

All the best for now, mes amis!