Diary of a Wom'n

I had a bizzare dream last night. I dreamt I was waiting for the bus on a cold gloomy day. I was making my way into a crowded bus shelter and brushed passed a puny bitch. She had such an attitude, especially with me. I ignored all her remarks and inaudable threats as best I could until the point she got out of the shelter and walked around on the outside and started to give me an attitude on the other side of the glass. I was pissed. I stormed out and I saw she was looking for a fight. I never fight, ever, but here I was fuming like a bull on fire. I dropped my bag to the floor and said something like, "What's the problem you have with me? You want to go? Let's go, big mouth." And then, surprisingly, her bad-ass disposition started to fade.

Then, as dreams go, I suddenly was with my friend and my bf. The bus arrives but she is distracted by something so I stay behind, pulling the bf behind as well from the hord of people that were trying to go in. We finally do get on and I sit with him, a big burly fortress of a guy but my friend sat at a distance, I wasn't sure why.

Later, when were arrived at wherever the hell we were, I retrieved some paper with writing done by another classmate which the teacher had displayed to the entire class in an effort to find ways to help this student improve his writing. The writing was atrocious. It was the level of a grade 3/4 student. The teacher then chooses me to seek out methods and ways to help this student. So I retrieved this paper to show the bf and he's reading it with so much difficulty himself even the words that were legible or correctly spelled. I asked him, is this yours? He said it was. I was mortified. My bf was illiterate.

What to make of it? My attraction to him plummeted immediately.

I didn't end up watching a movie with Siva. We just didn't have time. He has such a narrow gap to do things before he flies off to his next job. I went home and caught up with friends, especially Jordan. We've been playing phone tag, the two of us. He's off to the cottage for the labour day long weekend. I should ask him to go with me to the African Festival this weekend.

So Haiat's little heat with her uncle is possibly coming to an end. I wish I had that relationship with my uncles.

I don't know how long this thing with Dali will take. I'm a little concerned.

I'm starting to realize how religious Habs is. She actually puts aside one evening every week to let some guy teach her about the Bible. And also, she's become very lacklustre. She used to be fun and always full of energy as I used to remember her. I think it all had to do with her going back home and her meddling aunt having a hand at converting her faith to Pentecostal. Now, Habs doesn't even seem to enjoy herself when she's out in crowded fun places. Far be it for me to judge though.

J got back to me with great info on the publishing thing. He found a position for me at Nelson/Thompson. I'm going to get to it right away when I get home and will send off my resume and cover letter tomorrow. He also sent me a link for renewing my visa--a request made a million years ago, that goof! But in any event, I will start that process immediately as well. I also have to register and pay for the French class, just as soon as I locate a convenient school. I have to call those fucking TDSB bastards, god I hate dealing with them so much. Last Friday, I spent literally all fucking day trying to get a hold of someone but not a bloody shitbag would pick up nor return my messages. I still haven't gotten a call back. I'm am so through with this job.

GW