Little Miss Sunshine Indeed.

Wal Mart in Scarborough sucks. My first shift was on Saturday and I truely believe that I am less of a person for working those eight hours in that store.
The Warden Wal Mart is by far a subculture of human life in it's own right; you observe people at their worst. Lazy people, rude people, unkind and greedy - being in that store made me feel disgusting and frankly, you could not pay me all the money in the world to endure another minute in that environment.

I'm quiting tomorrow.

And rightfully so. They want me to work six shifts per week ontop of my school schedule. It's just not going to happen.
There's an art store literally five minutes from the condo. They're hiring part time employees. Obviously I should invest some time in a resume.

Things with Andrew are like being on a god damned rollercoaster. One minute I'm completely happy with him, the next I want to murder him.
The other night we went out to a bar with his friend Tony and he outrightly flirted with the waitress while he was sitting beside me. I think he said something along the lines of,

"You'd look very hot in Tony's hat. And you'd look even hotter if you brought me a beer in that hat."

I didn't care. Right about now Andrew could fuck any woman he wanted and I wouldn't have a problem with it. The waitress however didn't seem to be impressed and it showed. Each time she came back to the table, she never offered Andrew another beer.
Four months ago him flirting with another woman would have drove me absolutely bananas. Now the fact that he's belching disgustingly loud in public and acting like a fat baboon constantly makes me hate him.
Why do I suddenly realise now that I need to start dating a classy man?

So I've been cooking like a mad woman. I made an organic applecrisp a couple days ago and last night I made a beef stew which seemed to be well liked. I like cooking, just like I thought I would. Things become more exciting when its your own kitchen and you can do things your way. Life just flows better.
But after coming home from seeing Little Miss Sunshine (hilarious movie, quite possibly one of the better views of my life), and diving into all the pots and pans after sucked ass. I've been cleaning constantly, just like I feared. I had two other people sitting in the livingroom watching TV and even though I cooked everything, they were quite content to sit on their asses and keep watching while I did the dishes.

That sucked.

The more time I spend here the more I realise that I just want to be alone. No human intereaction at all. I've had enough of it over the past three days to last me for the rest of my life.

We went to the CNE today. I'll never go again. What a waste of fucking time. I should have spent it sleeping.