I Can't Believe It's a Law Firm!

Inspired by this, it occurred to me today how surprised I am that we don't just hire out child hitmen (ahem, hitpersons) to do our criminal bidding. Keeps the kids busy, their cell phone bills paid, and at no expense to their reputations! We wouldn't want to mar the names of our little future-shapers, would we?

If there is any conservative bone in my body, this one is it. The Youth Criminal Justice Act is a disgrace to Canada. When I was four years old, I knew that whether it was stealing candy, hurting someone else, or shooting them in the head, it was without a shadow of doubt wrong. If some idiotic 15 year old can't figure that out, why do we want him/her an active part of society?

While adult crime has somehow declined since the early 1990s, youth crime has remained stable and violent youth crime is actually on the rise. The actual and effective rehabilitation of these young criminals (if and when possible) is something this country needs to consider, a hell of a lot more than it needs to consider throwing these kids back on the street to keep incarceration to a minimum.

Apocolypse Eventually!

Well! Let me tell you. It's my sister's 23rd birthday today. Hope she's both having a blast and over the flu today.

Setting the clocks back has ruined us all. I think I've heard every single person I've talked to this week complain that they are tired, and right now I'd have to agree with them. Napping my 4 hour break between shifts away sounds pretty good right now. Except that there's only 2 hours left by now. At any rate... sleep!

Testing

Gonna do something new here to try and keep the blog rolling.

Most interesting text I sent today:

Smells like cabbage and cigars in the hallway.

Ooh, this is getting good.

November!

All the leaves are almost gone. What the hell! Oh right, it's almost winter. Thinking of scrapping the blog. Turns out there's not much to say bloggy-style when you're the furthest from miserable that you've ever been. Imagine!

Here are some things I find funny today:

• Extended MSN names that explain how the person is feeling through lyrics, quotations, or a jumble of obscenities and punctuation marks
• Cats when they hide their legs under their bodies and put their head flat on the bed to sleep; they look like fuzzy caterpillars!
• This horrible guy's laughter on Jon Stewart

The COGwheel thing is back. Go check it out. Those boys are silly.

Realizations in Life:

1. Old people have money because they are done paying their debts and thus can actually keep their money earned/received.
2. In that, I am nowhere near old yet.

We got business cards and I like them so much that it kills me inside to hand them out because they're really great quality. I told my dad to take some to work. At first he split the pile so he had almost 1/3 of them. I said "NO NO! Not that many!!" Do I want to admire the cards or do I want business? Next time I'm making sure they look like pure crap before I order them.

Hi.

It's 1am.

It's ladybug season.

It's also the season where your superintendent decides it's O.K. to go into your apartment without prior vocal or written consent.

I'm getting really, really stressed out. I can honestly say, aside from job hunting, I've not felt this stretched thin mentally in a while. We've never missed a rent payment, never been late, always done everything right in this place, and the people who run the show in this building are being supremely ridiculous toward us all of a sudden. I'm not sure how one can break so many laws and contradict themselves on so many occasions without realizing the error or flawed logic in their ways, but these people happen to do it with finesse. Must have a lot of experience.

Aside.

It's actually becoming a real mental block for me to hear stories of how illogical and inane people and things can be. I dedicate my life to being a half-sloppy perfectionist, and somehow the coattail riders are coming out way ahead.

It's not a competition, it's not a competition.

That mantra doesn't work for me. These are the people winning at life: the kind of people who say they need an SUV because their car isn't big enough for two baby seats (when the person clearly has one child and probably won't mate again with her partner due to their tattered relationship). I start to wonder where they got this mysterious 1-bucket-backseated auto. Go back to the dealership. You got gypped, sonny!

Back on topic, then.

Here's the thing. When the superintendents are constantly discovered walking in and out of our apartment, should it really be requested, because they're too cheap to replace a ventilation fan that clearly isn't working right, that we shower with the door cracked open? I was under the impression this was a paid accommodation and that it was illegal to enter without written notice, not the army. A ten minute shower, taken at 3 separate times of day (there are three of us here) with the fan on should not peel a ceiling. Especially when you walked into my apartment 2 months ago without knocking and told me "Whoops, sorry! I'm just in here because the people above your place have water damage in their bathroom worse than I've ever seen in 25 years and I wanted to make sure you girls were alright." Especially when we keep that crappy fan on for an hour with the door open after we shower.

Or maybe we should just stop showering. That would eliminate a lot of these incongruities between us.

On top of it all, I'm angry that I'm getting angry. Which is somehow an even bigger stress to my system. At least, if all else fails, the supers have already breached the lease contract as well and the Landlord and Tenant Act by walking in and out of our place repeatedly. Shouldn't be hard to get out if it comes to that.

Anywho, it's 1:30 now, and the early morning fuels the fire as it were. So I guess I'll just lay my little plum head down to rest and maybe in the morning after another dream of Bruce Willis and winning a billion dollars from McDonalds Monopoly, it'll turn out that none of this ever occurred.

Gabbo. GABBO.

GABBO!