Congratulations!
A photo of mine has been featured in a slideshow in an article, along with some many others. I am very proud of myself for this tiny, almost unnoticeable triumph.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Angry, angry, angry. Hot chocolate isn't helping. Nothing truly bad even happened. This is all a product of the last week of the month. Oh, and that must mean tomorrow is Seniors Day. Why not! Come one, come all.
Jesse taught me how to do HDR shots yesterday. Then I taught my Nana.
It's not fair that whenever I try to read, I fall asleep. Something must be seriously wrong with my health (for the past 12 years).
Summer.
Staying up late every night for no good reason.
Watching gory movies alone and thinking the clothes hanging on the door are people in a foggy wake-up haze.
Wanting a bonfire with nowhere to have it.
Needing a car and not being able to afford the gas.
Learning new tricks and taking pictures all over the place. (Go look now!)
Saturday night impromptu drinks and vulture men.
Gusty wind and subzero temperatures 24 hours after sweating all the way to work.
Feist on the Windows Media Player. (I'd rather say on the radio, but she's not, really.)
Short hair.
Actually shaving.
Allergies all over the map.
Job searching every day.
Admiring art I could probably make myself if I had the time.
Wanting to play guitar more.
Itchiness due to the lack of an Extra Rinse cycle on the washing machines in the new apartment.
The need to discover new authors.
Paragraph breaks.
Flossing and brushing twice a day.
Making at least one good meal a week.
Dan never writes blog entries anymore.
Have to go camping or up to the cottage soon; the city is giving me hives.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Fun Fact: I could write cover letters in my sleep by now.
Last night, instead of pornography, Showcase had the movie SAW on. You know the one I'm talking about? Well, my sister who smokes pot liked it, so I didn't think I would. But then my other sister who doesn't smoke pot told me the whole series was pretty good for that kind of movie, so I decided to watch it. And damned if I didn't think it was pretty all right. So all right, in fact, that I dreamed of it all night long and kept waking up thinking the jacket and hat hanging on my bedroom door was a person. (That's about four nights in a row I've barely slept now.)
I'll have to watch the others soon, although I hear the second one sucks. The fourth one has someone I know being murdered briefly in it, so at least that's kind of exciting.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
You know who I feel sorry for in all of this? Joe.
I was first introduced to Renegade Press a few weekends ago when we ventured up to Gravenhurst to Andrew's friend's cottage, where the poor television reception is meant to deter you from staying indoors. (Its intentions failed, at least by night.) The only stations available were A Channel and Global, and A Channel was showing the Disney movie Robots, so that wasn't happening. From here, we were introduced to Zoe, a girl coming of age, with a heart of gold and eyes that always seem to be heavy with almost-tears.
I watched it again tonight and learned that Zoe's first time having sex was revenge in a garage with a ginger (Zoe, you're so relatable! Are you and I one and the same??), because she heard her crush Jack had sex with another girl; as it happened, he hadn't. Shot to the heart, Bon Jovi. Now that she has lost this important piece of her soul and begun her journey as a foxy young woman who is 15-ish and wears altogether too much makeup, I can't help but wonder how Zoe's heart will be shredded next week!
Spine-tingling Global TV for youngsters continues.
But, as I noted for a completely different reason to one of the Keys to the VIP-type vultures who swooped into chairs left empty by my boyfriend and two friends last night in a loud and mildly rowdy bar: Don't worry, I'm just an asshole. I'd be lying if I said I didn't watch something worse, Ready or Not, but at least that had camp value. This is just a load of bunk about kids 'exposing truths' about issues no one cares about on their piddly domain name website. (Elitists!)
I wanted to get a free burg from Harveys today but the lines were ridiculously long. The extent that some people will go to to avoid paying a couple of dollars for a single patty on a bun with a few vegetables and some sauce on top bewilders me. I'd rather have spent $20 on a lunch at Subway. And I did, I did.
I did.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Whoops.
You ever hit Send and then think "Oh shit. I really hit Send, didn't I"? Yeah, I did that tonight. God, I hate that. Moreover, my program coordinator is about to hate me. Good morning, Program Coordinator! You've got mail (if anyone still used AOL)! Nikki is a giant douche, you say! ... And so forth.
See, I wrote an email to her a few nights ago, but then I drafted it because I wasn't sure it was appropriate. Upon re-reading it, I decided that while it was professional, it wasn't angry enough; it didn't convey my point very well. So I re-wrote it tonight, and it was angry. It began with a point, and probably clouded that same point over somewhere along the line, so that now it probably seems to the reader that I am angry at her and not just at my present situation. And then I hit Send instead of Save As Draft.
Ahahahahaha.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Killers Can Be Anyone
This guy came into my store yesterday. A little unsettling, yes.
Tomorrow marks the would-be Saturday of my 'weekend', which will be mostly filled with catching up on sleep. Ah, the life of a shift-working part-timer. How depressing. You know, to those types who still have emotions. I saw an article (in the Toronto Sun; regardless, it was an article) criticizing how people don't kiss in public nearly as much as they used to anymore. Is anyone else actually kind of happy about this?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Compare People Matters
My rankings on Facebook's Compare People are as follows. (Why do you care, you ask? Why does anyone read anyone else's blog in the first place? I retort.)
I want to know how I became known as such a great dancer when I've made a point to allow next to no one see me dance. If you've imagined that I'm a graceful swan while shaking my boo-ta, you are frightfully mistaken.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tell your friends!!
I'm getting more traffic and it's starting to feel like the olden days without the harassment. It's kind of nice. And even if the harassment starts, hey, it's summer.
Andrew found a bird's egg outside the building today. Oop. Sad.
My Ellie is gone for a few weeks (I think) and I will miss her.
I am working for the next two days. Long weekend indeed!
Why is anyone still reading this? Why are people reading this more than ever? Egads.
I'm gonna dance hall dance hall every day
Do these things:
- Buy strawberries and Cool Whip, because everything tastes better with a bit of water, corn syrup and high fructose corn syrup, hydrogenated coconut and palm kernel oil (CPKO), sodium caseinate, vanilla extract, xanthan and guar gums, polysorbate 60 (glycosperse), and beta carotene. Then, eat the strawberries and Cool Whip.
- Make a hot chocolate. Cool Whip does not taste good in hot chocolate, so don't bother trying it.
- Shake your sillies out, dancing almost violently and lonesomely to imaginary Modest Mouse music while watching Late Night with Conan O'Brien.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Hey thanks, see ya never.
Hi Nikki,
Thanks so much for having attended the interview, earlier this week
for the _______ position available within ______. My
apologies for the delay in getting back to you...we were waiting on some
forms to be completed and approved. You were not the successful
candidate for this position and I'm happy to give you specific interview
feedback, if you wish.
Overall, you interviewed well and seem live a very driven and competent
individual. After speaking with you, we felt that the position would
not hold enough of a challenge for you and that it would not be a good
"fit" with your skills and interests.
Please do feel free to call me should you wish to discuss the interview
more specifically. Best of luck in your job search!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Why:
I love Crest Whitestrips because they make my skin look tan.
I love the Colbert is God graffiti on a shitty building on Westchester more and more every time I see it. I don't love it because it's awesome, but rather because it seems so... wrong.
Get Loose was arrested in Toronto. I wonder if he and Colbert is God are from rival gangs or the same posse.
I use a powder brush from Bare Escentuals. It's getting old and worn, and now reads BARF S ENTUALS.
Mark told me he's downloading the entire MacGyver series. I'm not entirely sure why anyone would tell me that, let alone do it.
I bit nearly clean through my right cheek today while eating. Or maybe it was last night. Regardless of when it was, I must say, there is pain!
It always rains on Wednesdays because it always rains on my days off.
Hey, the interview seemed to go well yesterday. It has so little to do with HR that I might actually enjoy the job, should I get it. But we all know how likely that is! Eh?? EH!? Yeah!
Monday, May 12, 2008
"Finding happiness in failure":
The opposite of "talking shit about a pretty sunset."
Oh hi. If you've just found me now, well I sure am good at keeping secrets. Or, as it were, at eventually disclosing them.
Yet another thing I'm good at is failing miserably at interviewing for jobs. I also succeed at accepting the rejection calls the HR directors (or their lackeys) make to me shortly after. I've got to hand it to them; at least they're prompt with their rejection. Which reminds me, I've got an interview tomorrow. And I'm learning things. You know, just a hint of rouching on a button-up dress shirt can be just enough to make ironing the rest of the thing quite the hassle.
I'm thinking of throwing in the towel. Un-ironed. I've got a time frame to work with here, and once I'm nearing the end without much to show for it (circa end of June), I think I may just quit. This clearly isn't the path I was supposed to take, and, as unfortunately expensive as it's been, it's taught me what I don't want to do with myself. I am far too opinionated and infused with a personality irritating to dull and drab people alike to wear dressy clothes and pretend I like them every day of my life. (The clothes? The people? Both!) Not that I'm doing that now. I just would be, had I already gotten a co-op placement.
Anyway, daytripping at Algonquin Park was refreshing! Saw two moose, did not get an acceptable photograph of either, despite the one pictured above being so picturesque in her little bog before she turned her tail and ran away. I love the north. Couldn't live there, but I love it. You can't get pictures like that down here, that's for sure. That said, I should book off some up-north time soon. You know, from my part time job. The one I did get.
Moose!
Friday, May 9, 2008
What's wrong with the way it used to be! Get to the bank, it was closed!
I like to stay out of socio-political discussions because most often I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, but the people who govern Myanmar are absolutely fucking sick. I'll be glad to be away from the news for a couple days, but sad because I know it's still going on. I can't believe how different things are from one place to another; how is this kind of shit even allowed to happen?
Woke up at 5:30 this morning. Went to bed about four (4) hours before. It doesn't hurt yet.
Going up north today, 'til Sunday. Algonquin tomorrow. Goal: Take one million pictures. Enjoy everything enjoyable. Ignore everything/everyone else. I hope I see a moose.
Tonight's Topic: Shit
How much shit can one exhausted, constantly fucked-around person take? Discuss!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
BJ Novak for the win. Anybody with the name BJ, for that matter, deserves a lot of props. I can only imagine the childhood taunting. Unless for his handle he was hailed as a hero. In which case, you know what, you kids really disgust me. Shit.
I'm sorry to hear he was on Punk'd. That's unfortunate. But I really do like BJ Novak.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The nail comes out next week!
How was I in school just two weeks ago? I can't imagine being much more busy than I am, and there's not even an instance of classes to complicate things.
I am getting things together. I am collecting them up and organizing them alphabetically; when that's unattractive, then I try it by height. I take my left turns real wide. I steal the minutes left on your washer/dryer. I am standing in the rain without an umbrella but staying quite dry. I am watching City News at Noon and learning things. I am teaching your dog to say 'meow'. I drink the dirty water and it comes out real clean. I have not yet put my CDs on all the possible racks.
I'm either up north or in Toronto or in London, Ontario this weekend. We'll let Andrew decide that one by tomorrow night.
Friday, May 2, 2008
What's Changed:
- First apartment up high
- My own curtains (was it worth the money and stress of finding them? I think so.)
- Two roommates instead of one
- Not near enough to a Tim Hortons to walk there every day, so I make all my own tea instead of buying it
- Have to pay for laundry (ew)
- No ugly green carpet
- No boxes allowed to be stored in my closet after finished unpacking (as per my new personal goal)
- 20 minute walk to/from work, thus more exercise
- Can see the lights of the city at night (beautiful!)
- Allowed to open my windows (WOW!)
- Balcony, for fresh air-getting purposes
- Concrete walls, so I hear absolutely nothing that's going on in the rest of the house (it's almost kind of creepy)
- Giant closet, although I still need more space
- Books stored on desk shelves, instead of odds and ends (I feel smart! Perhaps I shall read said books!)
- One of my angelfish died (no more fish after these last two die; I can't stands no more)
- Organized (shelves, under the bed bags so that I don't have to pull out 30 things at once to get to one box, sticky hooks to avoid punching holes in the walls)
- Survivor: ah, the tables have turned!
- TV lives in the closet for lack of space; eh, what can you do. It looks like an alcove anyway, so it's not so bad to watch it with the door open
You know, when you really think about it, you might say I'm leading the life I dreamed of as a child: Staying up late, doing whatever I want, spending my own money, having my own room, not going to school (because it's summer for 8 months), I have my own kitty, I'm eating chocolate cookies for breakfast.
...Should've aimed higher. But for now, these cookies are delicious.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
MIRACLES!
Okay, my room is fucking haunted. While moving some things on my bed (I had been unpacking) just now, I found the missing arm piece of the sunglasses; the very piece which I lost on the bus the other day.
Why this doesn't make sense in terms of reality:
- When the sunglasses originally fell off, I grabbed them from behind the seat they fell, without looking at them, and got off the bus
- As soon as the exit door closed, I looked in my hand to realize the arm piece was gone
- When I got into my apartment, I checked my purse (which was open at the time) to see if the arm had by any chance fallen in; no dice! Checked the plastic bags I had been carrying too. Nothing!
- I have slept in this bed twice since it happened! Twice!
- There was nothing on my bed while I was cleaning up today that would've been with me when I originally lost the arm
- I want to believe there is a ghost in my room. Nothing exciting ever happens anymore. Let me have this one!!
PS: I already bought a new pair to replace them. Damn.
PPS: I don't like this awful rash that's forming on the tops of my hands. Dust allergy?? Monkey pox? I'm hoping for the more hilarious of the two. As long as it's not fatal.
Every day is another trip to the mall for me. Closet organizing things, mostly, to make the most of my vertical space. And hooks. Plenty of hooks. I'm pretty sure either my bulletin board or full-length mirror (both??) will fall down in the middle of the night. Oop. Let's hope those hooks are structurally sound.
Living this far from a Tim Hortons leaves much to be desired. Actually... between this site and this one, I'm learning that the longest it could possibly take me to walk to the nearest Tim Hortons is ten (10) minutes. Hm! I'd rather just make a tea here. Walking downtown would take 20 minutes. That's actually not that bad! That's less than it (according to those sites) will take me to walk to work. How many minutes would it take me to walk to England??
Got my Omega-3s today from a lunchtime snack of cheese, crackers, and smoked, seasoned rainbow trout. Delicious!
