In the Pit: Education Building

-Well, it was nice seeing you.
-It was. Totally. We should definitely hang out sometime.
-Yeah... Sure... I actually write on your Facebook wall all the time to see what you're doing, buuut you never reply.
-Oh. Haha. Really?
-Yeeaah...
-I should probably address that, huh?
-Yeah. Well. I mean. If you want to.
-Ok. I will.
-Awesome.
-See ya.
-See ya soon.

On the Bus: Between Home & School

-I guess sometimes I just feel like my life is so tragic... Right now it's like a full-fledged tragedy.
-Aww...
-First there's my mom and all her shit that goes with her. You know about my mom, right?
-Mm hmm. A little bit.
-Well there's her. And then there's Jared leaving me. That tore me up huge.... I mean its not just that he left me, I guess. It's how he left me, ya know?
-Mm hmm.
-I just couldn't believe it. I was blind sided as hell. He told me he was gonna move in, hey?
-Really?
-I didn't tell you? Like two weeks before he left, he said he wanted to think about moving in. Like talk about dropping a bomb on someone.
-That really sucks...
-I know... Sometimes I wish I was a real artist so I could like curl up in a corner of some fuckin brick-walled apartment in some huge city somewhere nobody knows me... And I could just sketch my goddamn angry heart out on the pages.
-Heh. You should try that. I mean try sketching. Or whatever.
-Yeah, but I feel like if I was somewhere big, there's at least a chance of someone finding them and making my life into some kinda tragic masterpiece or something. Like what's that Ryan Gosling show?
-Hmm... Not sure.
-With that Marilyn Monroe chick.
-I don't know.
-Anyway, I feel like I'm blabbing your ear off.
-Oh, no. It's cool.
-You're a very good listener.
-Thank you. Hahaha.
-Glad I ran into you...

Over Coffee & Donuts: Tim Horton's

-Dude. That cop that was in front of me? They gave him his coffee for free. Extra friggen large. Didn't even say anything. Just handed it to 'em.
-Oh. Yeah. It's Tim Horton's policy that cops get free coffee.
-Are you kidding me?
-Nope.
-Like anytime they want?
-I don't know. I think so.
-That's why they're always here then.
-Haha. I guess so.
-I should be a friggen cop, man.
-Hahaha. To get free coffee?
-Well I have like three a day!
-I'm gonna go ahead and bet there's more to being a cop than free coffee.
-Yeah, but the coffee would make it all worth it.
-Hahaha. What ever you say, man.
-Seriously! I just can't get enough of the stuff...

The Drink Fridge: 7-11

-Ew. You have a Pepsi mustache.
-Hahaha. What?
-You know like a milk mustache? Stop chugging it.
-Oh, as if. Like it's even that gross.
-It is gross! You're grossing me out. You haven't even paid for it.
-I'm so thirsty.
-Ok. Ew... Just go pay for it.

In Line: Costco

-It seems like all we talk about is Alzheimer's. Everyone is writing about it, all the time. It's so depressing.
-I know. Wouldn't it suck if one of us got it?
-Oh totally. That'd be horrible.
-I think it's one of my biggest fears.
-I think it'd be better if I got it than if you did.
-What? Why's that?
-Cause I feel like you'd actually take care of me.
-Oh. I totally would.
-Exactly. Me, I'd be all bitter and just drag you around all over. 'Time to go grocery shopping. Groceries are something you eat. Put your seat belt on. Oh you don't know how? Do you want a lollipop?'
-Oh my gosh. Haha. Are you listening to yourself? I wouldn't be brain-dead.
-Haha. Just being honest.
-So you'd be mad at me if I got Alzheimer's?
-Hahaha. Of course I would. Hahaha. Love you?
-Oh my gosh...

At a Table Downstairs: Downtown Library

-This is a killer pen. Where'd you get this?
-I get them at the UofR bookstore. They're by far the best pen I've found.
-I love a good pen.
-Oh, me too. I'm something of an unintentional kleptomaniac when it comes to pens.
-Me friggen too. I'm intentional, even. I'll steal a pen from under your nose if you're not careful.
-Haha. Okay. Good to know.
-Sometimes I feel like the right pen could change my life.
-Hahaha--
-Like if I just had the perfect pen, I could write the perfect story that could like change the world.
-Haha. You--
-I'm serious. When I'm writing, and the pen's all scratchy and I have to write a word like a hundred times before it looks ok, I just wanna shoot myself. I wanna snap it in half and throw it so hard it friggen jabs into the wall.
-Hahaha. I don't even know what you're saying.
-Sometimes I feel like my purpose in life is to find the perfect pen.
-Oh my god. You can have it. Hahaha. Take it. It's yours.
-Oh. Haha. I don't think this is the one... It's too inky... Or something...

The Pit: Education Building

-So what'd your mom say?
-Oh my god she was so pissed. She was yelling at me for like ever.
-Hahaha. What'd she say?
-Well, she has this raging pink-eye right now, and it's all gross and goopy and like falling out of her face, so the whole time I was just thinking, Why don't you just scratch that thing out?
-Hahaha. You weren't even listening?
-All I know is I'm grounded.
-Grounded? Seriously?
-She was all like, You're grounded. Indefinitely.
-But you're pretty much an adult. You're in university.
-I know! Buuut I still live in her house... Annnd I still drive her car... Annnd I still spend her money. Hahaha.
-I guess so. Haha. And doesn't she still pay for your cell phone bill?
-Yeah! Haha. She totally does...
-So I guess she can ground you then. Haha.
-She'll forget by tomorrow, prolly.