Xmen 3 was a dumb movie.

Oh.
Shit.

I need to learn to parallel park and NOT be a danger to the general public in a car in less than 4 days.


I repeat:

Oh.
Shit


The other day I went into school to empty my locker. I found countless things to remind me of Him. (not god, you know who Im talking about...) Notes he left on my locker throughout the year, mugs he lent me that I never gave back, leftover chocolate he gave me, the book(s) I borrowed, the paper outlining my half of our expulsion of the rideau center. You know, that kind of stuff.
So I sat there surrounded with what was left of what had been the two biggest constants in my life for about the last year, school and Emma, and felt incredibly depressed. I then impulsively got my hair cut off. It's a little on the short side.
I brought the stuff from school home in my school bag but havent touched it yet. I don't know what to do with it. I don't want to deal with it. But thats how I always feel about messes, emotional or not. Better left ignored.

I do however still need to learn how to park.