Ready for the Weekend

Happy Friday. Get some rest. Get some homework done etc.

A New Discovery

I was going to complain about the computer lab situation at school again today but something surprised me.
I went with a friend to our usual lab to work on some assignments and to our surprise we were not allowed into the lab. We were pissed. It is our advertising lab and we can't go in to use our programs that WE need for our assignments, something here is terribly wrong. We were informed that we were not allowed in because there was a Skills Canada competition in progress. Well, guess what? We don't care. Not our problem. I know the teacher that was in there too, he was a teacher from my old high school who taught tech, very nice man but he pissed me off.
We left, not impressed, racking our brains trying to figure out where we could go to use a computer because it seems that this Skills Canada competition has taken up the majority of the labs in the C wing. We hunted through the school determined to find a computer.
Finally, my friend went and asked the teacher in the room next to our lab if we could use a couple computers to work on some assignments. With some hesitation she said yes. I think it was because my friend use her cuteness to work the teacher over. Puppy dog eyes always work for her. We promised to sit on the end and be very quiet.
We sat down, logged on to the computers. Slowly, but surely the computers prepared themselves for some work. Tons of computers working very slowly. E x t r e m e l y s l o w l y.
P a i n f u l l y s l ow l y. Anyways, we browsed through the programs and to our surprise discovered the computer had our programs. Yes, people we found another computer lab in the school with Quark, Illustrator and Photoshop. It's very exciting. It too is booked up most of the time, like the other lab, just a little less. This makes me very happy.

Rules of the Grocery Store

Recently, I have been fed up with customers demanding what they want, when they want, how they want. This is very frustrating. I understand that yes as customers, you are entitled to certain services and products. You are entitled to these things in a reasonable amount of time but you cannot demand that your cashier drop everything to serve you and your needs after you have the left the store. You cannot pack up your groceries, stand behind me at my till and tap your foot while huffing and puffing that I cannot meet your needs at the moment. This pisses me off more than anything because everyone knows that Saturdays are the busiest at this particular store. I have decided to write a list of Grocery store Rules and if you cannot abide by them you are not allowed to come through my register. That's right, I will refuse to serve you.
So here it is my list of rules:

1. If you need to return an item that you do not want, you need to give it to the cashier. You cannot hide it in the baskets, you cannot stuff it in the magazine rack and you cannot kick it under the magazine rack to hide it.
2. If you need a carry out, tell the cashier before he/she starts ringing in your order because it may take a few minutes for the grocery clerk to come to the front of the store. I know that it may look like we're not doing something but most times we are.
3. Meat products need to be returned to the meat department, the same with dairy. You cannot leave it in a cart and hope for the best.
4. You cannot leave your empty carts in front of the register and assume that someone will put it away for you. You took it out, you put it back. You know why it must be put away? Because customers behind you can't get through and put their groceries on the til until I go and put your cart away. Then the customer behind you bitches and I have to sit there and listen to it until they too leave the store. Thanks Asshats.
5. Lastly, if I am with another customer, you can not come and make demands about services that you want because you forgot to ask for them when I was putting your order through. If your forgot to ask for ice, softener salt, carry out etc. you must wait until I am done with the current customer and then I will put your purchase through.

It's just common courtesy, most of these things. You should try it sometime.

Seven Songs I love ... right now.

1. Snow - RHCP. Like you didn't know the RHCP wouldn't be on this list.
2. Put Your Hands Up (for Detroit) - Fedde Le Grande, club techno that reminds me of the summer and all the fun I had with L before she got a boyfriend.
3. Roth Kung Fu - The Salads. This song is from my Grade 10 pop punk phase. I still love it.
4. Trip - Hedley. I think I am in dire need of some concertage. I love this band. Serioulsy, I am going to marry them.
5. Paralyzer - Finger Eleven. The insignificant other is taking me to see them in May. I am so excited.
6. Raspberry Beret - Prince. I am really loving Prince right now, well anything 80's. I really think that I was born too late.
7. Stop! - Spice Girls. You can't be upset while listening to them. They remind me of when I was little and I always wanted to be Geri. I was serioulsy into them.

There are a few others that I'm not sure I'm willing to admit to right now, but my mom will probably rat me out so I am just going to quickly list the others that I love and are on my ipod.

• Backstreet Boys - Backstreet's Back
• Madonna - only the 80's stuff though.
• Technotronic -Pump Up the Jam
• Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend, Pieces of me, LaLa, L.O.V.E
• Jewel - Good day, You were meant for me
• Norah Jones - Come away with me
• Michelle Branch - Goodbye (to you), Breathe, everything she ever released
• Guns 'n' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle, Sweet Child of mine, Paradise City
• Bran Van 3000 - Drinking in LA
• Boxcar Racer - there is
• Petey Pablo - Freak a Leek
• Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys - Get Low, Snap Yo fingers
• Terror Squad - Lean Back
• Nelly - Grills, Nelly feat. Tim McGraw - Over and Over Again
• Mariah Carey - the Emancipation of Mimi album
• Ying Yang Twins - Shake it like a salt shaker
• Young Joc - It's Going Down

I'm going to stop now. I can't bare to tell you the rest. I think this is all rather embarassing enough.

You don't have to watch Dynasty to have an attitude

I need to rant a little bit. It's about a girl that I work with and who used to date my boyfriend. If you can really call it dating. I was never bothered by her until she started asking me about my boyfriend, if we were dating and for how long. At first I thought she was just making friendly conversation but then she would snicker and make comments under her breathe to her posse of loser cashiers. She's always staring me down and watching me. She is a complete tool and does not know how to do her job. Whenever she has a problem at work, the girls in the office call me to help her because she is so stupid and useless that they don't want to deal with her. Well, guess what? Neither do I.
Today, she was asking me how much I make then telling me that she makes more money than me. I really want to tell her off or throw a drink in her face or bitch slap her. I want some daytime drama. I want to pull an Erica Kane or Babe Chandler. My insignificant other doesn't want me to because he says she's not worth it and that it doesn't matter because he is with me and not her. I understand his point but I really want to tell her where to go and how to get there but I have been refraining from this for a few reasons. These reasons are that I am trying to not let it bother me, to be mature and just let it go and even if I tell her off outside of work she's one of those who will bring it into the workplace. She will tell my manager or something stupid and I don't want to cause shit at work. I don't want to drag this into work. Good things are coming at work and I don't want to screw that up.
It looks like I hate her. It really does.

Hump de Bump

Since Youtube is being a pain in the ass, I will tell you about yesterday's post. It was the RHCP latest video. One of my favorite songs from the Stadium Arcadium. Hump de Bump, finally got a video but I don'te get it. I mean Anthony Kiedis is wearing Grills. What the hell is that all about? Seriously. Go to Youtube and see the Kiedis wearing Grills. Then tell me what you think. I know that when I said I wanted a pair of Grills people looked at me like I was insane. I seriously don't know what to make of this video. You can go to muchmusic. com and look under fresh vids or just search for it on craptastic Youtube and leave your comments.

Back to the Grind

First day back to school in three weeks equals three computer assignments, one unwritten midterm, one sales analysis project, one presentation(tomorrow) and me bored outta my mind. I've started my new assignments but I am already bored and don't knowwhere to go with them. Not fun. Not creative. I know that only boring people are bored so I guess this makes me a boring person. Also, I have two pending assignments to be handed in and can't locate one of the teachers to hand in hte assignment. No good can come of this. I am already tired and bored of the dungeon aka the computer lab with no windows and sucks the life out of me every monday with five hours of class non stop. I'll check in with all of you later but right now I have to get back to my creative assignments because who knows when I will get back to the computer lab.

I made my return to school today only to find out that all my classes were cancelled. I was not impressed. Seriously. I was all ready to get some schooling done when everything was cancelled. Normally I would be excited about such an event but seeing as how I have missed about seven days of school because I was sick I am not happy. I figured I would go talk to all my teachers to make sure I was completing my assignments correctly and to make sure that I understood the new projects that were assigned last week. To my surprise every single teacher was unavailable. Not one teacher was in their office. After all this wandering around I decided that I should go check out the computer lab and see if it was available so that I could get caught up on my Adobe Illustrator assignments. Guess what. The lab is booked until 5pm today. I just gave up and went home. Still behind on school work.

Stuff that I don't know what to do with.

10am -Due to my lovely throat infection I was unable to participate in the festivities known as "My Birthday Week" - it had to be put on hold and it sucked. I whined and complained about it a lot. To anyone who would listen or happened to be within a three metre radius of me. My Birthday Week has been postponed until this week. I am not satisfied. At all.
I have yet to get my passport to go to Texas and time is running out. I would be very surprised if this pans out at all now. I have missed an insane amount of school including today so that I could get my passport stuff organized, finish up an assignment that was due last week and reschedule a few appointments that had to be cancelled. To top it all off, I received an email from a member of a group project who is highly unimpressed with my recent absence. Well, when she finds out I was sick, she will not be so nasty and I think I might cough on her just to let her know what a pain in the ass this throat infection has been, because we all know how much enjoyment I've had from it. I'm actually better today, I just have to get some things sorted out before I can go back such as this pain in the ass project I have been avoiding all weekend.
My birthday wasn't all bad though. I did get some kick ass gifts.
My parents bought me these pants I wanted, a purse I begged for, and Season 1 of Friends. Then my mom is still taking me shopping. My insignificant other went to Build A Bear and made me the St. Patrick's Day bear which I really wanted.
4pmish - My trip to Texas has been cancelled. Part of me is relived and the other part of me is really disappointed because I really wanted to go. Maybe there will be something else, some other time. I am still working on this ridiculous project for Wendy's. I can't get it done. Everyone left the house so I could focus but I still manage to come up with any ideas to make Wendy's not a sucky fast food restaurant. I have to hand this in tomorrow. No more procrastinating. A doctor's note is not going to help me along any more. I have no ideas for Wendy's. I hate their food, their service is shit and I think I have had better burgers at McDonald's dare I say it.
Part of the reason I can't stay focused is that I have some stuff on my mind. Such as my meeting at 8am tomorrow morning. How am I going to get my stuff printed off in time? What am I going to wear? Okay, I know what I am going to wear I just have to go exchange the pants for a bigger size but that means getting up and going to the mall where I will be forced to deal with people. I really hate people. Maybe my insignificant other will come with me. Doubt it.
I am also really excited because Saturday is St. Patrick's Day and I will be legally allowed in to the bars. And I can wear my fav shirt.
I swear that I have ADD or ADHD. Swear it. Can't stay focused. I will never get anything accomplished. Ever. I'm going to dance and then go back to my project. Yes a dance break sounds like it might help me. I don't know how but I'm doing it.
ttyl

Guess what I got for my birthday

. . . The flu and a throat infection.
Thanks for the birthday wishes and I'll talk to you all later.

Go Shorty it's my Birthday

Happy Birthday to me!

When I was younger my mom would throw me the best birthday parties anyone could ever ask for. If I wanted a theme party, I had one. If I wanted one in a restaurant I had one. Any gift I ever asked for I received. I am one spoiled birthday girl and today there will be no exception.
My dad has agreed to make me chocolate chip pancakes for dinner, my insignificant other is coming over for dinner and I get presents. I have been pumping everyone for information on my presents and no one will freakin' budge. Only a few more hours I suppose.

Smokin' Mad

Yesterday morning as I was leaving for work. I noticed my usual route to the bus stop was blocked off by several police cars and some fire trucks. This small building known as BJ Tax Place was up in smoke. I was pissed. I had to back track a few blocks, walk past the crack infested coffee shop and make my way to the bus stop further down the street. By the time I arrived at work I wreaked of smoke and it was highly unattractive to smell like a fire pit.
I was in the break room, ranting and raving about how this fire has fucked up my day. My insignificant other was not pleased with me. He started telling me that I was being selfish because someone poor people just lost their business and their home that was attatched to the business.
I stated that I did not care. And do you want to know why I don't care. I don't care because there were prostitutes hanging out in the back of the house turning tricks, drug dealers coming and going at all hours. This was not a financial institution by any means. So I don't give a damn that it was on fire for hours yesterday. Now if only the crack infested coffee shop would blow up.
My usual route is still blocked off by police cars and crime scene tape and I am still pissed off.

Anyways, I changed the music on my blog to my birthday song. Now I know that 50 Cent's In Da Club is everbodys birthday song but it is actually mine because it was released the day of my 15th birthday. So it is my birthday song and nobody will tell me otherwise.

I <3 the color P!NK.

Last week I looked like this. My hair was super short and spiky. Very bedhead. I do bedhead well. Low maintenance and takes little to no time to make it look good. Being that I am lazy and like to lay around this seemed ideal. But as you all know I hated this style. It was way shorter than my usual layered bob and on numerous occassions it made me want to cry.

Today I look like this. If you can see, those would be hot pink and dark brown hair extensions. I love them. It is quite possibly the most money I have ever spent on anything but let me tell you it was so worth it. I feel ten times better. I knew if I was going to spend this much money on my hair, I was going to choose a color that I loved. I looked over the regular colors you know the browns, blacks and blondes. I debated the purples and the blues and finally chose pink. I think that I do pink quite well. And once I get a job/career/profession I won't be able to wear crazy colors in my hair, not without being fired anyways.

Plus today at work I was hit on not once, not twice but three times. That's because I'm super hawt. I'm not just hot, I'm HAWT! Well, this is what I have been told several times by the grocery clerks. And no I didn't include my boyfriend in that, but he always thinks I'm hot.

I love my new pink hair.

Daddy Dearest,
I am finally writing to you. This is what you wanted is it not? You wanted me to call you daddy and wait for you to become a man. Wait for you to do the right thing?
When will that be? This is my question to you.
Why is that not one holiday or birthday cannot go by without you ruining it? Things were going so well and then you decided it was time for your annual visit.
I hate the way you do this every year. You make a time of happiness and celebration, a time of stress and anger and pent up frustration. I hate the way you do this to me time and time again.
I am tired of you following me around, coming to my school to "check up" on me. Do you remember putting my high school in lockdown? I remember that vividly. It was embarassing.
Get the hint, I am hiding from you. I am hiding from you because I told you not once, not twice but several times to stay away from me. I have asked you kindly, I have screamed it at you, I have written it down on paper.
This latest letter was the final straw. How dare you insult my family, especially my grandfather. Who the fuck do you think you are?
You are a disgusting, vile, waste of flesh and I wish you an eternity of misery. I wish you all the pain and agony you have caused my family over the last 15 years. I wish you feel this pain internally and externally for the rest of your life. I hope that you die a lonely bastard and that no one ever has to suffer the abuses you have committed against my mother, my sister, my self and the sibling you killed. Or had you forgotten that?
You insult my grandfather and brag about what a horrible man he was but I think you have it backwards. It was your daddy that was the child molester. I hope that fucker rots in hell. May you meet him there.
I will say this one last time, come near me or anyone I love ever again, you better get on your knees and start praying because this time I will not hold back.
I will no longer live in fear. I refuse to live in fear. I refuse to be afraid of you.
I do not want you in my life and I hope this letter makes it quite clear.
Signed,
your words not mine,
THE ADULT IN QUESTION.

P.S. Fuck you. One last time.

Like Oh Man

I have had a pretty kick ass weekend and now it's reading week so I think there is more fun to be had this week.
Let's get caught up on where I've been and also to see how much I remember.
Friday nite - drunken pool in L's basement. I cooked. Yes people, I made jello shooters. You may say that making jello is not cooking but uh I had to be in the kitchen for more than five minutes and I had to do a little more than just open a package of something. Usually a package of jello makes about 20 little jello shooters, but when you are me, you make them in paper cups and have a total of nine jello shooters. They were tasty. I had five of them. My insignificant other came too. He kicks ass at pool. I wanted to be on his team but it had to be guys against girls which meant that L didn't stand a chance of winning. She's a decent player but when the other team is two guys who play pool like it's a profession, you are destined to go down. Especially when my skills are shooting the ball off the table, dropping the cue on the floor and doing another shot of whatever we happened to be drinking. We happened to be drinking some distinct Russian Vodka (I know all vodka is Russian but the label on this isn't even in English!), Fireball, Smirnoff and Bacardi courtesy of my Jello shooters. I like my insignificant other when he is drunk because he sings and dances. To country music. To Big'n' Rich. And yes he is the only John Wayne left in this town. Ahh, he is never going to live that down. We will disregard my antics right now.
Saturday - This was my first Saturday off since I started working at my craptastic job. I didn't even book it off they just gave it to me. This was really spooky. Due to my antics of the previous night I only slept for about four hours. Plus it was on an old couch in the basement with no pillow. Who the hell can sleep without a pillow? Seriously. I got up around 5:30 am and the distinct taste of Vodka in my mouth and the overwhelming feeling that I was going to puke kept me from moving around too much. Eventually (7am) I called my insignificant other to ask him if he wanted to go out for breakfast. He said "later" and since I was the only person up I was rather bored. So I decided to wake up L because I was hungry and bored and couldn't sleep so neither should she. We had a bowl of Lucky Charms. Needless to say, it is not good hangover food. Avoid all dairy products. I got the first bus leaving her neighborhood and went home to shower. I smelled of alcoholic beverages and needed to wash my hair. Then I phoned the Insignificant other to ask him if he wanted to go for breakfast yet. He said 9:30 am was still too early. Finally at 11am he told me if it would stop me from bugging him about breakfast that I should come over. I went over and guess who was still partially dressed and not showered? He said he wanted to sleep some more. We laid in his bed watching movies for a few hours, then he got dressed and wanted to go out. I on the other hand being the pain in the ass that I am said I was tired and didnt want to move. I took a nap he played video games. I woke up and wanted food but didn't want to get up to get food, so I had lunch in bed. It was awesome. He made me lunch in bed. We ate, watched Wedding Crashers (which I didn't find that funny) then we played Super Nintendo. Cartoons of the past are rather frightening. I'm not going to lie about that one.
On my way home, I recieved a phone call from my mother telling me to phone Aunt Posh. My first thoughts were "What am I in trouble for now?! Apparently nothing. She wants me to get a passport to go to Texas with her. This was very exciting. I have never been outside of Canada and it's all expenses paid because of the company my Aunt works for. We'll go into more detail about why I am going to Texas later.
Sunday - I had to work at the crack of dawn. 10 am folks. I was still recuperiating from my antics of friday nite. I don't think I have ever drank that much in my entire life. Who the hell other than me can do five extra large jello shooters, two bottles of Fireball, half a bottle of Smirnoff and help drink a 40 of Russian Vodka? Turns out I was not the only reeling from my weekend antics. Many of the cashiers happened to be hungover, injured or falling over from lack of sleep due to the participation in events such as underage drinking, illegal drugs, and whatever other wreckless behaviors satisfied their needs over the weekend. After work I went over to a coworker's house where we had a few screwdrivers then had a snowball fight. It was awesome, then he showed me all the bars in the area that I will be allowed into in 8 days!
In 8 days I will be 19 years old and able to go to the bar with all my friends. I am so excited. The countdown has been on since 110 days ago. That's Novemberish in case you are wondering.
Today, I find out about my passport and go visit my Grandma. This week can only get better.

And I would like to thank. . .

This week has been rough. So many tests, so many assignments, so little time. If it weren't for my iPOD, I would be dead. My iPOD has gotten me through so much this week. It has allowed me to ignore stupid conversations between peers in class and on the bus. It has relaxed me when I have been so stressed. It has kept me focused on my work and helped me get through all this disastorous assignments.

I would also like to thank the following bands for pumping out music that I absolutely love!

PRINCE...I am so glad that you are making a comeback! Please go on tour and come to Canada so I can take my mom and Heidi to see you. "If you didn't come to party don't bother knocking on my door. "

Next on the list...Blink 182.

Why did you break up?!?! Oh yeah because Tom's ego started to walk in the door before he did. Then he went off to pump out some crappy tunes with a band called Angels and Airwaves.

How about some . That driving beat, really helps you persevere through anything. Even five hours in a dark computer lab staring at a computer screen.

System of a Down? Anybody?

Disturbed.

Godsmack....thanks Insignficant Other for getting me hooked.

Sugarcult.

Not many people have heard of this band, but man do I love them.

Rancid.

Because if I fall back down, you're gonna pick me back up again. If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend.

The Kiedis and company. . . so gorgeous.

Now for the old school stuff.

The Clash. Who doesn't love The Clash? Seriously.

Hendrix. Something so mesmerizing.

Zeppelin. Ramble on. That's exactly what I did for my Critical Thinking Essay. Ramble on.

There are so many others that I listened to, my iPOD is an assortment of randomosity. My randomosity includes Madonna, Spice Girls (you can't be upset or stressed when you're belting out the pop hits from your tween years.), Michelle Branch, Jewel, Drowning Pool, Danko Jones, Big 'n' Rich, The All American Rejects, Nelly Furtado, Billy Talent, 112, Lil Jon. I don't think I need to go on anymore. You get the point. I'm random.

So tomorrow as of 5pm I am free of the educational prison. Then it's off to a party at my best friend's house with my insignificant other.

Saturday is my first day off from work since I started working there 8 months ago and I plan on going to OLD NAVY!

I am so ready for this!

Work+School+Exams= My Ass Has Been Kicked

I'm trying to continue my advertising ass kicking week but it's starting to die down. I'm getting tired and nothing is challenging me. I'm writing multiple choice exams on scantron sheets...it's so annoying. I actually want to be tested here people. It's rather frustrating.
I'm getting tired. Work + school+ exams = my ass has been kicked.
I have one essay, two more exams, one more case study, one more creative project and then I'm done. I really don't think there is enough time in a week. At least today I have a few hours between school and work and that time is devoted to All My Children and a good nap. Ooh nap time in about another hour or so.
Anyways, I'm off to bind my project.
Just think next week, I can sleep all week and do nothing. My plan for next week is to do absolutely nothing. At all. Go ahead, be jealous.

Killing Stuff

Today, I actually went to class. The first time in three days. This is how much I hate my program. I cannot force myself to go. I went today though because I have a slew of midterms this week and if I have to stay, I should at least try and be successful. I should at least try and make the best out of this situation.
So, I went to class with some determination today. I had this overwhelming feeling that I must kick advertising in the ass and show it what I made of...
I slaughtered my morning midterm. The test was a joke. Write a commerical, fill in the blank. There was no need for a two hour time slot because I crucified that thing in about thirty minutes. I knew my early radio entertainers and radio pioneers. As I was leaving I felt bad for all the suckers who went to class, studied all weekend long and had this look of terror on their face. There was no need to panic. Can't you write something creative that takes thirty seconds to read. Half of those people in their are so creative I think they shit creativity and here they were panicking and over what?!?!
I waited for my Design to Repress project partner. We had two and half hours before our next class and I was ready to kill another assignment. We went to the computer lab finished up the written work for the Design to Repress project, hunted down the prof and had him proof read. He loved it. Thank God. I think I'm shitting creativity today because I developed an idea in twenty minutes and ran with it. We finished the creative component and still had time to print it off. All we have left is to bind it. Another project killed in a few hours.
We wrapped that up and included a table of contents for brownie points.
This left me some time to go on MSN and find some poor sucker to take my evening shift tomorrow night so that I can study for midterms. Yes, people I am studying. It frightens me too. Actually, it scares the crap outta me to know that I have retained information that is not gossip.
Found a sucker to take my craptastic shift and now have time to study for Sales and Sales Management as well as email another prof about another assignment that I may or may not do over Spring Break next week. I must say that I am on a roll and that I am feeling pretty cocky right now.
So for now, I will thrive on this and keep killing midterms/assignments etc.

Happy Valentine's Day Suckers!

Yesterday I was going to post a disgusting picture of the human heart with the caption "Happy Valentine's Day Suckers!" but as usual blogger was being a fuck ass and wouldn't let me access my account. Or maybe, blogger just knew what I was up to and didn't want me to be so cruel and disgusting.
This year for the first time ever I had a valentine. I was very excited. I couldn't shut up about it at work, I think they might kill me for bragging so much.
But I have a right because in grade school, kids were too busy bullying me and picking on me that Valentine's Day was just an excuse for them to leave me out of it or leave Valentine's Day cards with something nasty scribbled on to it.
So, for awhile I had a hatred for Valentine's day. In grade 10 I had a boyfriend but he was a nasty boy. We had a volatile relationship that ended in six months. On the exterior we looked like a cute, happy couple but on the inside we were ruining each other. More him ruining me. I didn't date for a very long time. Two years to be exact.
It was another crappy relationship that ended in three weeks. Apparently relationships that start in infidelity end in infidelity.
Once again, I didn't date for awhile. A year to be exact.
It was around Christmas time that I developed a crush on this boy at work. I tried really hard not to because it's a bad idea to mix business with pleasure. But he felt the same way. He was so sweet and did all these kind things for me. The night of the Christmas party he was sufficently intoxicated and gave me a big hug. He begged me not to leave, he wouldn't let go of my hand. I was a little worried but left because my ride was leaving. I also thought he was being a little weird so I wrote him off for a couple weeks.
On Christmas Eve when I had my injured shoulder he helped me out and made sure the managers didn't give me any crappy jobs. He wouldn't let the other grocery clerks tease me because I was hurt.
Then on New Year's Eve, he asked me if I had any plans for the night and as usual I had none. Living downtown, I was obligated to go to the free concert a few blocks up, plus Sloan was playing. Sloan is a decent band. One that my Dad and I both love. My Dad decided he wasn't going to go see the band. So I told him I was going to go see Sloan and he said that was his plan too. It was a total lie, he was supposed to go to a hotel party with his friend. But he ditched his friend for me and at midnight he kissed me. It was very cute.
So for the next few weeks I refused to define our relationship and what he was to me. My parents gave him the name "insignificant other" which he finds really funny.
Eventually, without saying anything he just became my boyfriend and I became his girlfriend.
He accepts how high maintenance I am and what a pain in the ass I am. He accepts the distinct insanity that I display on a regular basis. He's really good to me for some odd reason. Even after I dragged him over to my friend's house to move furniture and forced him into Build A Bear to make a pirate bear. He also went to Wal Mart with me to buy Play - Doh because I wanted some. See? Anyone else would have run away, screaming by now.
Since yesterday was Valentine's Day he took the liberty of planning something special. I didn't ask for anything. Nothing at all. He picked me up from work and gave me some yellow roses, then he took me to dinner. It was the first Valentine's Day that I didn't hate. That I didn't want to avoid.
I guess this makes me a sucker for Valentine's Day.

All the Hours in a Day

I've been doing some thinking. Thinking about time that it is and how much of it I actually use for something productive during the week.
There are 168 hours in a week. (24 x 7 =168)
I spend 25 hours a week in class.
I spend 20 hours a week at work.
I spend 13 hours a week on the bus, getting to work and school. This time does not include, the time spend using transit for fun stuff.
If I sleep 8 hours a night during the week, I get 56 hours of sleep.
So let's add this up...
25
20
13
+56
= 114

So 168 hours
- 114 hours
= 54

My question is what do I do with the remaing 54 hours in the week?
Well, let me evaluate the last month...
Every Friday night for the last month I have spent about 3-4 hours with my insignificant other.
I spend about 2 hours a week doing homework or assignments, either at home or on my break at school.
I spend what feels like an eternity on MSN, the computer or listening to music ... six hours/wk
Then I watch ER, Supernatural, Medium and Crossing Jordan. These shows are all one hour long. So that's another 4 hours to add to the list.
Let's add these numbers up...
4
2
6
+ 4
= 16

54
- 16
= 38

My next question is where the hell does the rest of this time go?!?!?!
I feel exhausted and as if there is never enough time to get things done.
I think that the rest of this time goes to me getting more sleep, working on projects, talking on the phone or just sitting on my mother's furniture like an eternal bump.
My last question is what do you guys do with your time? Where does it all go? I think when you look at it this way and actually put the numbers all together it's scary. It's scary to realize how much time you use and how much of it you waste.