overweight, very smelly comic book junkie

maybe coming to the library was a good idea. i have to write on this used piece of paper, which has a French test on the other side. One that i scored 13/20 on. last day of school and i have absolutely no pieces of unused paper left. so after looking around the Young Adult section, the place i loved to look at first, i've come to the conclusion that either a) i've grown out of those repetitive books of gayness or b) i just don't like reading anymore. i dreaded coming here. i argued with my mother about walking home from Evergreen, which is about an hour walking distance in cloudy weather at this point in time, and she hung up on me after i persisted. so it was up to me. and the bus stopped at Londonderry so i got off. i should gain some points from that well made decision. libraries have a nice feel to them. i don't dread my decision anymore. i'm sitting here listening to Coldplay. cliche things such as this make me so uncomfortable. the last time i felt like i was living in a cliche was in march. March 2nd or 3rd. living in a cliche is those time you see in the movies. here are some examples: 1) curled up on a couch with a good book and hot chocolate when it's cold and snowy outside 2) sitting in the library with your books, music, hair up in a messy bun while studying 3) sitting in a coffee shop drinking a hot beverage while flipping through a magazine or favorite book. they're all situations that seem so adult and mature and relaxing. when, for me, it makes me nervous. it's just so clich it's uncomfortable. there's no reception where i'm sitting.

the other options i had besides walking home and coming to the library are as follows: 1) go to clareview and ride the LRT back and forth for hours, 2)sit at Northgate for a few hours, 3) go to city center and find something to do.
nothing was appealing, but then again. i guess everything's unappealing when your broke. give me a second and i'll count all my money... so with $1.47 on my debit and $3.32 in my wallet, i have a total of $4.79. i am completely broke.. which is ironic because i was planning to apply for jobs at this time and instead i am sitting in a library sulking over the small amount of coins laying before me. it's enough to pick up Second Cup on my way out. maybe.. i was contemplating looking up biographies on Andy Warhol or something. it is now 2:46 pm. my mom is able to pick me up at 4:00 or so. hmmph.

on the bus ride here i was unfortunate enough to be sitting next to an overweight, very smelly comic book junkie. i thought my numbers were up.. that i would die of suffocation. it was complete madness how someone could walk around like that, basking in their own stink and filth. and making others put their life on the line to survive that ordeal. thinking about it makes me want to hurl.

i am not on my third piece of paper and i've concluded that i have a lot of clean paper in my binder, thery're just ruined by an unwanted word or scribbles. but good paper nonetheless! i'm hoping i'm getting my fake ID on Friday when Daniel comes for dinner.

i have to write an english essay tomorrow. i'm not sure how that'll go. i'll quickly write the components for my essay in my thesaurus, and then i'll bring that in with me. GAWD i really have to learn to write an essay by myself and without cheating or anything. i would probably do better. i'm so focused on cheating when writing from the heart would get me a better mark. it is now 3:04 pm. i think i'll leave here at 3:30, get Second Cup and wait for my mom. i see a biography on Charlie Chaplin. i'm gonna go get it =)