Gimme, gimme shelter or I'm gonna fade away

Greetings from my cold, pale fingers pounding on black keys.

I've said before that school is back for Summer, what I should have said was that school is back, and it's frakin' cold out! Really Canada, sometimes I wonder about you. What do you on a Friday night while I'm sitting by the phone, waiting for a warm day to call and tell me it loves me.
Not too warm though, I burn.

Anyway.

Today was the 1st day back at school. It felt good to be in an establishment where I'll be pounded into the ground with work; I've been going out of my mind with all the freedom I had in the last month.
To make up for lost friends, I had a bunch of run-ins to start me off. On the bus ride there (from across the bus) I spotted a guy I knew from back in kindergarten, I had nothing to say to him, vice versa, I'm sure. We exchanged the customary head nods complete with smile and that was that 'till he got off the bus.
Once we arrived at Seneca I bumped into my friend who I haven't seen in a while. I was about to be late so I didn't have time for a Stop-&-Chat. Lucky for me he was cool enough to walk in the opposite direction of where he was headed to talk to me until I made it to my building.

Once I got into the building my super espionage skills must have kicked in without my noticing because I lot of people didn't notice me when I was sitting or standing near them.
It wore off when I was walking down the hall and bumped into my friend's Ex's brother. I was able to avoid the Stop-&-Chat once again. Score.

Really, does anyone like a Stop-&-Chat? Clearly I'm speaking of the type with people you don't have on your list of peeps or friendly acquaintances.
The idea of wasting time is freaky to me, time is money, and we all need more money. What could you be doing with your life that you don't have enough money to do? Should that read "don't have enough time to do" yeah, but it's the point I guess. Then again, I'm not sure what the point it. Oh yeah. I don't care for Stop-&-Chats, unless they are with Terri Hatcher circa 1993.

So if you ever bump into me and I have my iPod going, or am walking fast someplace, you know to stop me now if you want to torture me. I guess though, if you're bothering to read this you're someone I would like to talk to. So the joke is on YOU!


Title inspired by this week's song that's keepin' me going:
-Gimme Shelter (The Rolling Stones)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhBpUJcpiCg