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.

Good News and Bad

First of all I will get the bad news outta the way. Blogger is being a fuck ass. That's my new word. Deal with it. I posted on Friday with a video clip...about my Driver's license. Blogger refused to show this post and proved to be a waste of my time.
Anyways. I finally went and took the written test. As of Friday afternoon I can drive a vehicle with an experienced driver in the passenger seat for eight months to a full year. After that time period I can go and complete my driving test where I will be able to drive without experienced driver accompanyment. Then after two years I will receive my full license with no terms or conditions. So I am very excited about being able to drive a vehicle. The video clip was The Cardigan's My Favourite Game where the lead singer puts a rock on the gas pedal and drives around the desert aimlessly all the while not steering or putting her foot on the brakes. She gets in a crash and the rock lands on her head...and basically my point was that I was going to drive like that...hahaha.
That's the first bit of good news.
Second, I was considering dropping out of college because I really dislike my program. I decided to meet with the coordinator because I wanted to know my options here at the college. Turns out, I don't really have any. My courses aren't transferrable with the exception of one or two and even then it depends on the program I choose.
I have decided to stay for the semester and see where it takes me. The coordinator wants to meet with me again at the end of March.
The coordinator who is also my creative teacher said that I have a lot of potential but that I'm not using it. He said he has seen some really great work from me but other projects have been sloppy. These are things I can agree with because if I don't like the project I won't put a whole lot of effort into it. That's the thing about me, I have to be truly passionate about the work.
I know that some of my work has been pure crap.
The coordinator also said that I have a basic understanding of the material, I just need to work harder at it because I have an intense amount of potential that I am doing absolutely nothing with and the reason he chose me for this program was because of my creative potential. This made me feel better about the whole thing. I don't feel like I'm wasting so much time or money anymore. I think that I can do this if I start paying attention, spending more time in class and asking questions I will learn something. And even if this isn't what I do with my life at least I have gained some sort of wisdom that one day I can fall back on.
Also, I think if I stay the semester, I will end up staying for the following year. I don't think that I will be able to leave something half way through, especially after I put so much time into it.
The third bit of news is that I received a cheque for $960 today. I like money. Money will buy me a digital camera. Which is something I am going to need for my program now that I am destined to stay here.
That's it. That's my whole rant.

Future Celebrity. Sort of.

Tonight I went to the hairdresser and received what I think is one of the worst haircuts I have ever had. Well, I don't like it, but it is very stylish and many girls have this haircut but anyways.
After I was done getting my haircut, I asked about getting some more peek a boo highlights.
[Peek a boo highlights are highlights that are hidden beneath the other layers of your hair ...]
Anyways, the hairdresser suggested that I do violet peek a boo highlights. I agreed and so we started looking at dates. That's when she told me that she needed a model for an upcoming show. She asked if I would be interested in doing the show. At first, I said "No" because I usually work on tuesdays and I kinda need the money. Then, she said that reps from all over would be here, I'd get my hair done and possibly be in a magazine. Either way, I would be getting my picture taken. That's when I had to agree.
All I could think of was Heidi telling me that I should be on TV. I thought about all my friends who said they wouldn't be surprised if I ended up on SNL. And I thought I could be a celebrity amongst hairstylists. The words "Future Celebrity" rang through my head and she put my name down for the day. I was so excited I ran home and told everyone in a three metre radius.
Sure, being a hair model isn't going to get me on SNL right away but it is a start. A start that I am very excited about.

Part Three: Rains of Existence

I know that it's not monday and I'm two days late but at least it's finally here.
When we left off Glynnis was asking James what the purpose of life was for human beings.

"Well, we are human beings. We live, we breathe, we show emotion, we feel pain, and we function outside a cold exterior. We are more than physical appearances; we are souls yearning to have purpose, yearning to have passion, yearning to love, yearning for all sorts of things outside of scientific research."
Glynnis had no response; no way to answer his question, all she could do was nod her head and let him know that he could continue speaking.
"You see Glynnis; I sat next to you because I knew that you were different than everyone else in this room. Everyone else was chattering and drinking coffee while you just sat there as if you were a destitute soul. I knew that you and I would get along once I was able to attract your attention in my direction, unfortunately it took me insulting you for you to respond."
Glynnis suddenly felt betrayed by this man, he had tricked her into conversation, and she had given him attention, suffered through his ranting. This is meaningless she thought to herself. This whole conversation was a meaningless waste of time.
"I know Glynnis that you are upset and hurt by my con but I had to speak to with you because I knew that you would understand my appreciation for life, that you would know that all this change is wrong not just morally but socially. You too, know that this is like a snake, waiting to go full circle and bite it's own tail. I know that we, I mean us two people cannot prevent the future but we can be conscious people unlike the rest of these people waiting to be turned into a machine, waiting to become scientific research."
Glynnis sat there sipping her coffee and trying to grasp what this man was telling her about human beings. It was unconcieveable to believe that this elderly man knew so much about today and the future. She thought what this man could offer if he were younger, what he could change before he was to complete his life cycle. "You know, I will never know what you are thinking or what you have thought in the last little while and I do not expect you to share your thoughts but please remember life is living not machining."
As she began to respond she noticed the rain had stopped. She peered out the window watching as the droplets slowly began to disappear, she turned back to where James was sitting and he too like the rain had disappeared. Glynnis could not decipher if this conversation was in her head or had it actually occurred. She sat at the table and thought about life as a natural process like the rain and realised how magnificent nature could truly be. Just then a waitress appeared "Would you like some more coffee?" She stated in her Brooklyn accent.
"Um, no, but thanks anyway." Glynnis told her. Glynnis moved away from the table and headed for the door and on her way out she threw her umbrella in the trash. Glynnis had made the choice that from now on she was going to experience the rain and all it had to offer.

uh Sleep..soon

I know that I promised the last installment of my story today, but I am so freakin' tired. Mondays are always really long days I leave my house at 8am and come home at 6pm. It really sucks, so I promise that the last part of my story will be posted this week. Thanks for your patience and I will check in on all of you. But for now I'm going to get my bag ready for school and then I'm going to bed.
P.S. it'd 7:30 pm.

yeah, I'm a rebel

Actually, I am not a rebel. I dream of being one but don't have the moxey.
But this is a good story.
Saturday, after my breakfast date with Aunt Posh, I made the bold decision to get a tattoo. She distinctly told me not to, several times. I had this overwhelming feeling that this was something I HAD to do.
It was something that I have been thinking about for a very long time. It just happened that this particular Saturday, I had the courage or stupidity to do it.
My mom and my sisters had bets on wether I would do it or wether I would cry while having the tattoo done.
I did get it done, in fact I went first. I watched the whole time and was right in their like a dirty shirt. And I did not cry either. It hurt a little bit and I would never get another one.
I really like this one though, it's a shamrock on my left ankle but on the inside so I can hide it I choose to do so. I love it. I keep looking at it because I can't believe that I had the courage and stupidity to spend $60 on a permanent body alteration.
I keep thinking that I have something stuck to my leg but then I remember "Oh, yeah, that's my tattoo." It's like a sticker that won't come off. Yeah, that's right, that's my comparison.
Anyways, here is the picture. Sorry, my legs are really pale, apparently I have never heard of sunlight.

"Dicktionary"

I figured since Webster's has a dictionary I should too.
I am going to list many of the words in my vocabulary and what they mean to me. According to "Mr. I'm so good, that I have more than one version of me Webster's Dictionary" my words may not mean the same thing. Oh and my dictionary is not in alphabetical order.

Pervert Promoter Someone in the work place who often makes inappropriate and sexual jokes. This person often encourages this behavior amongst other employees. Therefore this person is a) a pervert and b) a promoter.

Randomosity a word used to describe a variety of things that often don't make sense and have no specific order. For example my blog is randomosity. Nothing here makes sense nor follows a pattern.

Whateve's a word stolen from Heidi, it is the short, abbreviated form of the word "Whatever"

Bajillion a number so large that it can not be counted or measured. It is so big that there is not enough money in the world to satisfy this number.

Blog Blaahb pronounced "Blaaaabbbb" a term that I stole from MuchMusic but put my own spin on by adding the letter 'h'. Also, this word is used to describe the sayings/writings that appear in one's blog.

Ass - Bitch someone who is not just an asshole or a bitch but both of them. Putting the words together to create one compound word makes an insult much easier to deliver.

The Dungeon the computer lab at school, that I am forced to sit in for hours at a time. There are no windows, limited lighting and 40 buzzing computer screens.

The Pen my old high school, that is all grey and dreary but at least it has windows. From a distance it looks like a prison minus the fences and security. But there are a few cranky teachers who might cut a bitch.

Okay, this is all I have for now, I'm sure that more of my stupid words and phrases will be added to the list eventually.

Part Two of Story Time with The Adult in Question

Have I kept you waiting long enough? Are you dying to read some more of my story?
I hope so... so here it is, the next installment of Rains of Existence.

It was the perfect plan until. . .
"Life is a gift and people take it for granted" he told her. "Everyone is so wrapped up in chaos and how they can get ahead in life no one ever gives a damn about anyone. It's not even youth anymore, its adults, children and people my age. Children used to have such beautiful innocence until all of this, this corruption, this demonic presence that has entered every human being and turned them into relentless money making machines."
Glynnis was intrigued by this man's ravings and wanted to know more because she was beginning to think that he had a point. "What do you mean by demonic presence and machines?" she inquired.
"Well before all this technology we used to just accept one another for whom they are and what they had to offer society but now parents want to 'engineer' their babies in hope of making them better and they want their elderly to be cloned so that life will be easier for all of them." It's never going to be 'easier' or 'better' because new problems will just arise. There is never a final solution only a temporary one allowing for new disasters to enter our realm. If we continue to change and modify what is right here in front of us, how will we ever know what is real and what is not? Life has a natural cycle and these hoodlums known as scientists are destroying it with their advancements, life and human beings are being treated as machines and systems not for what they really are."
"So, if we are not machines and systems that what are we, what is our purpose?"
This was Glynnis's question; she wanted to know what James could possibly say to this.

Stay tuned to find out what happens.

We now interrupt the regularily scheduled program...

I would like to write about my Grandpa and how much I love him but this seems to be an impossible task. Today is his birthday. Today he would be 73.
He was taken before we ready for him to leave. I'll admit, I'm selfish. There is not one day that doesn't go by where I don't think about him. Not one day where I don't think about how different my life would be.
Seven years and it has not been easier or better, it's just left me with a million questions. A million questions that I will never have the answers to, and I don't know that I will be okay with that.
I fear that one day my memories will be gone and I won't remember him at all. I fear that I have forgotten his voice, what he looks like and a million pictures won't give me what I need.
I have so many regrets. There are so many things I wish I would have done or could have changed.
I hate the fact that I only had eleven years. It doesn't seem long enough. It doesn't seem like enough time.
I miss him.

Story Time with The Adult in Question

Story Time with The Adult in Question
is presented by The Adult in Question
and ripped off from Heidi the Hick.
I thought that we are all tired of listening to me whine and complain about school, so I thought that I would focus on something positive. I have decided to blog the story I wrote for my college portfolio. The teacher really loved and despite the fact that it is somewhat cheesy and that I absolutely hate the title, the rest of it is good. Please keep in mind that when I wrote this I had two classes, Literature Studies/Science Fiction (Yes, people I recieved a credit for watching movies such as Frankenstein, Star Wars and watching episodes of the X Files and Sci Factor) and Religion. Apparently both of these classes impressed upon this story. So please be kind and if you enjoy the first bit I will be tempted to give you the rest.
So here it is with its ridiculous title...


Rains of Existence
She sat there, entranced by the sound of the rain hitting the ground. The people moved so quickly, trying to escape the heavy droplets that threatened their dry exterior.
She thought about how people fought the rain- the rain such a natural force and even it could not be deterred. People flooded the streets of New York looking for a place to stay warm and dry. Those who had heard the news about the rain and were prepard for the tremendous downfall but those who were careless and used newspaper to hide from the increasing droplets but those who were not so fortunate began to hide under cafe balconies and enter stores they had no interest in other than being safe.
As she sat there watching people, the cafe where she was sitting had become full of people trying to wait out the rain. People were sharing tables with individuals whom they did not know but wanted the shelter. She was so fixated by the rain and the people that she had not noticed the elderly man who had come and sat at her table. The man watched her intently trying to see what she was focused on but could not figure out what was keeping her from noticing him.
"Excuse me ma'am, I hope I am not interrupting you." She refused to acknowledge his presence; the last thing she wanted was to make polite conversation with a stranger. She was not in the mood for the antics of an old man.
"My name is James Martin, what would yours be?"
She sighed heavily and replied with "Glynnis, my parents were kind of old fashioned, wanted me to have a good strong name, plus it was my great aunt's name."
"You know I once knew a Glynnis, she invented green jell-o"
"That's absolutely fascinating"she retorted sarcastically.
As this man rambled on about Glynnis and jell-o, she thought to herself, how on earth can I rid myself of this man. He was boring her half to death until he snapped.
"You know what your problem is miss? You youngsters have attitude problems and no respect for anyone. not even yourselves!"
She was outraged and insulted by this man. She wanted to tell him where to go but she knew that if she talked back to him he'd prove his point and he would have her engaged in whatever conversation he was leading up to. So, instead of fighting back she just agreed with this James character until he was finished his speech and would carry on then she would never have to see him again. It was a perfect plan until. . .

Say that again. . . !

Once upon a time, a young college student whined and complained about her program and courses.
That was until the young college student learned that Public Relations is fun and so is Sales and Sales Management. The young college student then learned that starting wage for Sales Management is $180, 000/yr. And in Sales Mangement you can make up to $500,000/yr.
Um, I think that's what I want to do. I think I could sell stuff. Or, I can work as a publicist for celebrities. You could make lots of money doing that as well. Saving celebrities from their embarrassment. Sounds good to me.
Speaking of saving celebrities from embarrassment where is Gwen Stefani's publicist? Where is he/she to tell her that the harajuku girls are a bad idea? I've been doing some research, and apparently "WE" the public cannot see the Harajuku girls because they are in Gwen's imagination. I think Gwen needs to lay off the acid and beg her band to take her back. Which reminds me, Gwen has released a statement saying that she and the rest of the No Doubt band members are going back into the studio to record an album. This is my take on the whole thing, I think her band will reject her and replace her with someone less greedy and someone who can be true to themselves. I don't think Gwen has what it takes to be in a ska/punk band anymore. I think she has sold out.
But, I'm going to start the weekend early because all my classes for tomorrow were cancelled.
It's pretty sweet, first week back and I have a three day weekend.

Nobody told me there was math involved in my program...it's not even a prerequisite for the program. What the ...?
Okay, still in class must go back to the math that I am copying off the person next to me.

The Sad Truth.

The Sad Truth about this semester. . .
The sad truth is that on mondays I am in class from 9 am until 5pm. But the worst part is that I have five hours of lecture with no break in a dark computer lab with no windows. I leave for school and it's dark, I come home from school, it's dark. This truly blows.
My schedule is so horrible that I can only work two days during the week and I can't really take call ins because I am in school until five pm twice a week. Since it takes me an hour to get to work from the house or school, this leaves me no time.
I hate it. I really do. I don't want to be in school. Sure, I like the people, I am kicking some serious butt in the creative areas but I don't love it. I don't think I can see myself doing this after I'm done school.
For some odd reason, despite my fear of the dentist I have always wanted to be a dental hygienest. I am seriously considering this, again. I don't know why I want to work in the health care field but this is calling my name again.
Another career that is calling my name again is teaching. For awhile I wanted to be a primary school teacher. I wanted to do this after some volunteer work in the grade two class. I loved the teacher, she was so creative and so much fun. But after some more volunteer work, I decided this was not the career for me. I have many reasons such as I'm not very good with kids anymore and I think the only reason I really want to do it is because I want to create some wicked crafts with paint and glue.
Writing. This is the one thing I really love but could I spend three years in college studying to become a journalist? No. It's all about writing essays and reading books I have no interest in what so ever. Plus, I couldn't write a decent essay if my life depended upon. I know this for a fact because my grade 12 English teacher tried very hard to fail me. I think it's because her class was full of rich kids I hated or pot heads. I hung out with the pot heads. They were entertaining. rediscovering their fingers or inanimate objects. Not only that they talked about the weirdest things, things I will never understand because I have never been 'high.' The rich kids had their noses so far up the English teacher's ass it was ridiculous. This is where I met L. She's not rich. She's not snobby. She was just the teacher's favorite because she has read most classic novels and knows a little bit about everything. You can guess that I hated her. I hated her with a passion until the next semester when we had literature studies together.
Muchmusic VJ. I know it's lame. But I wanted to be on TV. I wanted to meet celebrities and party with rockstars. I wanted to walk down the red carpet interviewing the rich and the famous. My fear of public speaking and the television broadcasting program at school has prevented me from following this dream.
This idea lead to Radio broadcast. I could talk and entertain people without them actually seeing me. I applied for it. I had a portfolio presentation to go to last March. Guess what? I didn't go. I paniced. There was no way I could do this either.
The same thing happened when I applied to journalism last year. Didn't show up. Freaked out. Left the building. I often ask myself what I was thinking. The people at the college probably think I am this big flake. Especially with my high school attendance record. I was never in trouble, but attendance record is crap. I am surprised I was even able to go to college. If I were in charge of admissions, I would look at my attendance record and laugh. Seriously. One semester there was about 28 absences out of 78 days.
I wanted to go to WLU for my bachelor's in art but I looked at the price tag that came with it. And the fact that it was four years and I would have no job unless I took another program afterwards. Posh, has always wanted me to go to University. I think I have disappointed her because I did not go spend thousands of dollars on an education I could never use. Truth is I could care less because it is my life, my choice and I choose not to spend $15,000 minimum per year.
There was this tiny part of me hoping that I had failed a few classes so that I wouldn't have to go back until next year and then I could do whatever I wanted until next September. The rest of me knew that if I failed I would be so disappointed in myself and that I would regret this for the rest of my life. Then there was this tiny voice that told me "Do you really want to be stuck at a minimum wage job, because you know damn well that your chances of actually going back are...not good."
[Damn, those voices for being right. Always getting in my way.]
I guess, I am destined to finish the next semester and next year. Who knows what I will do? I don't. I don't know what I am supposed to do with my life. Sure, I am only 18 and sure I don't have to make up my mind now but I think it would be nice just to have an idea of what I want to do. I know that I want to love my job, I know that I want to want to go to work every day.
I also know, that I currently have the choice of studying next year in Australia in an exchange program but I would have to make up mind in the next week. Would Australia help me make up my mind? Would Australia give me the answers I am so desperately searching for?
The answers are unsure. The choice is mine. This is the sad truth.

The Weekend

Friday nite.
L and I went to the bar. She brought her new man meat and her friend from her old school. I like them both, but it seems as though everything we do recently, we have to do with them. This is becoming an annoyance for me because as much as like them I don't want to hang around them all the time. But we went and we had fun. I welcomed back the 80's with my black leggings and mini skirt. Oh and did I mention the Whitesnake shirt I was wearing?!?! We left really early that nite because it was packed and people were touching L and she didn't like that. I can't disagree.
Saturday nite.
I worked 2:30 -8pm basically suffocating my whole entire day. After work, I phoned Sarah so we could have what we call Sexy time. (We stole Sexy time from Borat) Basically, we hang out after work every now and then and tell people we had this really awesome date. But the trick is to let people assume that the date was with someone of the opposite sex. I have no idea how we came up with this silly thing but we did and it works. We planned on going to the theatre to see Black Christmas, but by the time we arrived it was already starting. But never fear, I had a back up plan. There is this guy Spencer, that Sarah and I work with and we informed of our Sexy time he was jealous and wanted us to invite him for the next time. I phoned him and said that I was phoning on behalf of myself and Sarah. Spencer informed us that he was at the bakery guy's house. This confused us. First of all we didn't know that we had a bakery section. We thought it was just the shelves of bread behind produce. Second, there is a guy for this "bakery" department. He has a real name, but Sarah and I prefer to call him bakery guy. Luckily for us, Sarah had the Orca. (The Orca is her black and white van) We jumped into the Orca and made our way across town to Bakery Guy's house. Spencer told us to phone him when we were near the Taco Bell since Sarah and I both suck at directions. Sarah was responsible for phoning Spencer this time. She phoned him while I was in the bathroom and ordered our Tacos.
Spencer asked "where are you guys?"
Sarah replied with "Uh Taco Bell area"
Spencer "You guys are in the Taco Bell eating aren't you?"
Sarah "Maybe, why did you want something?"
Somehow, Spencer knew that we would stop at the Taco Bell. He gave us the rest of the directions and after we ate our traditional Mexican meal of Tacos and French Fries we hurried to Bakery Guy's apartment.
Apparently, Bakery Guy knew who I was but I had never seen him before in my life. It was two hours that cannot be described as neither good nor bad. The guys wanted to watch South Park, while Sarah and I were under the impression that it was not going to be a suckfest. It was fun after the first 20 minutes of awkwardness though because we all had one thing in common - our jobs.
Eventually Sarah and I had to leave because we had to use the bathroom and we were afraid of Bakery Guy's despite the fact that he was very clean and had very nice furniture.
We drove to the nearest Tim Horton's and used their bathrooms. The people of Tim Horton's were not impressed with us.
Sunday/Today
Once again I dragged my butt into work to what seemed like the world's longest shift. It was only five hours but it was another five hours of my life that I will never get back. I was the only one there tonite with any seniority so I was able to count the money in the registers and boss around all the people who had not been there for three months. Thankfully, there were people working who could be trusted to do the job right. Everything was going well. Three carts of returns had been demolished thanks to the new cashier Jesse. I was cleaning conveyor belts when Spencer and Bakery Guy came in. They decided to take all my paper towels and unroll them down the length of the store. And as I was cleaning up paper towel they bolted, leaving me to deal with the manager. She wanted to know why there was almost two rolls of paper towel being thrown out. I tried to explain what had happened but it just didn't work for me. I was not impressed. But I did laugh later. I'm good like that. I finished cleaning and the store looked great. I was done 30 minutes early and hoping to leave early. No such luck. I was sentenced to the deodorant aisle where I was to clean it all up and make it look "organized" uuuuhhhh.
Total. Boredom. For. 20. Excruciating. Minutes.
I finished that and left. I couldn't do it anymore. Especially when I knew people would be back tomorrow to look even worse.
Now, I sit here typing this entry, dreading tomorrow. Tomorrow is my first day back to school after a month off. I don't want to go back. I don't want another four months of homework, projects, group work or presentations. I really don't want to go back. Despite all the work at the crappy minimum wage job, I have been having fun. I was almost hoping to fail this semester so that I wouldn't have to go back until next year. I'm not nervous or scared like before, I just want to keep doing what I am doing now. Working and having fun. I want to sleep all morning and work all afternoon and sometimes go out in the evening. I know that eventually I will want to go back to school and finish because I don't want to make minimum wage forever. But can't I do this for just a little longer?
There 11.5 hours until I return to the college and I am dreading it. Dreading the bus ride, the books, the teachers, all of it.
I know once I am there for a couple weeks I will get used to it again.
I'll let you know how it goes.
xo
Adult in Question.

What did you miss?

Well, I think that it is time to catch up.
So here is what you have missed. I worked and injured my shoulder. The doctor said that it was just a pulled muscle but he has been saying that about my shoulder for a year now. And to tell the truth, my doctor is complete quack. He does as little work as possible. Getting anti inflammatories from him was hell. So instead of working 30 hours a week like scheduled I ended up working one shift more than I did while I was in school.
Christmas was good. I got the pyjamas from La Senza that I wanted. And now I have worn them so much that they look like I got them last year. They were my favourite gift. And yes Dad, I do think I am Paris Hilton.
Boxing Day Heidi and family came over which was very exciting. I was supposed to work that day for time and half plus Stat Pay but I called in sick. My shoulder was killing me and it took me a long time to open my presents the day before so I decided that the money just wasn't worth it. Plus I have worked so much in the last four months that I have barely seen my family and my family is more important than any amount of money. So I stayed home. It was a lot of fun. After they left my friend L came over for some dinner. She eventually conned me into going to the bar. She said that dancing would help my injury. And to be honest it did. I laughed so much that day.
I went to work the next day. Was in a lot of pain. Fought with one of the managers and this has been going on ever since because she thinks I am creating an injury that really isn't there. Bitch.
So there was some more work...
New Year's Eve. It rained. I had a Bacardi cooler. New Year's Eve wasn't so bad though. I went downtown to meet some friends and see Sloan perform. Sloan walked past me and I was being a tool and I said sarcastically "Omigod, Sloan I love you, have my baby!" They walked past me really quickly. By 10:30 pm it was pouring rain. So we came back to my house and just hung out for a bit. At Midnight we had shots of Bacardi and what not. My people left at around 1:30 am and I went to bed.
On the second, my Grandma came over and we exchanged gifts. I haven't had a visit with my Grandma since before school started. This was really great, because I love spending time with her. She is so funny and has only gotten better with age. And yes I have told her that.
So with my one day off a week, I have been watching lots of television and flopping on the furniture. I sat through a VH1 biography of Gwen Stefani and guess what one of her quotes were "Sometimes I go on the internet and google myself to see how many people hate me. " Another quote..."You can't see the Harajuku girls, they're my imagination. So pretend they're not there."
"When I came home and I was rich it was really great." Need I say more?
I don't know if anyone bought 'Star' magazine with the list of the "50 Most Annoying People of '06" Well, Gwen had the most annoying hair of the year. Hilary Duff had the most annoying teeth, and Jessica Simpson was just No. 3 on the list. I guess people hate her too. My other favourite on the list... Madonna for having the most annoying fake accent of the year. It was an overall good list. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
And finally on the list my GRADES came in today! All of them! So here they are as promised.

Advertisng 1 -71%
Marketing -71%
Presentation Skills - 90%
Interpersonal and Group Dynamics 83%
Layout and Theory Workshop- 76%
Concept and Copy -76%
Production Software - 69%

Next week I go back to school and after four weeks off, I can say that I definately do NOT want to go back. I have enjoyed my time off. I like working even though the one office girl is being a bitch. I love the day staff. I won't be able to see them anymore. I won't see them again until the summer and with the turn over rate at that place, they may not even be there.

Anyways, this has taken me a very long time to write. And my semi formal dress that I have been wearing for the last hour is really bugging me now. But that is a whole other story. (As to why I am wearing my Grade 10 Semi Formal gown.)
I will check all your blogs ASAP.
xo
The Adult in Question

An Open Letter to TMOC

Dear TMOC,

I want you to know that you used to by my favorite Uncle. That I used to enjoy all the time we spent together. Remember all those weekends I spent in T.O. with you? Those were some of my favorite memories. We used to go to the Eaton's Centre and play at the arcade, eat candy for breakfast and stay up all night watching scary movies. What happened? What happened that we couldn't enjoy spending time with each other? What changed so drastically? I think it's because I grew up, because I wouldn't listen to you anymore. I think it's because I wouldn't let you hurt me anymore.
Remember when I was three years old and I accidentally mixed the play - doh colors together for your Fuzzy Pumper Barber Shop? I do, because you have never let me forget.
Remember the time we were in the elevator and the doors wouldn't close and the fire alarm went off? You called me a "fucking idiot" and accused me of doing something to make the alarm go off.
This Summer, you came for a visit and complained the whole time. You complained because we didn't have a stove, you complained that your sleeping accomodations were not up to your standards. You spent no time with us, until the very last day and then you expected us to drop all our plans to be with you. We did this, because you are our uncle and we love you. We saw "Snakes on a Plane" and we had fun.
You never acknowledge us, until it is convient for you. And when we have other things going on, when we can't accomodate to you the world must end. I must have forgotten that this is the TMOC show and the world revolves around you.
I love you TMOC, I really do but you say and do a lot of things that hurt me. You embarass us in front of the rest of family. You tell everyone the most horrible things about us, often times these things are untrue. You drink, you have a drinking problem. I know that you don't see it but everyone else in the family does and despite your actions we love. You have your nose so far up Nannie's ass and why? You stick around Nannie because she has money and you hope that one day when she croaks, you'll get a chunk of her fortune. You know all the things Nannie has done and yet that doesn't seem to bother you. She abandoned three of her grandkids, she abandoned her daughter because a better one came along. I love Lucky, but I guess since we're not the superstar Lucky or you we aren't allowed to be members of the family. To be honest, this never bothered me until now. You used to spend every Christmas with us. I know things are changing. I know that you are getting married. I love your fiancee. She has always been a member of our family. I accept these changes. I was looking forward to the wedding but after tonight, I don't think that there is any going back. I don't know if I can find it in my heart to forgive you. They say some things are better left unsaid and you should have followed that advice.
There is one person that has always been a constant in your life. That person would be my mom and despite all the nasty things you have said and done to her she still loves you. She still calls you brother.
My grandfather raised you, he loved you and he treated you as his own. I know that science says otherwise but you seem to forget who raised you. I loved Donnie too and I know that science says he is your father but why can't you have two? Two people who loved you. Grandpa had your childhood and Donnie had your adulthood.
Aunt Josie thought you were the best thing on the face of the earth, but she found out what we already knew. When you came for a visit you couldn't take a few hours to go visit her. She was so heartbroken. Do you care? I don't think you do. I don't think you understand how you make anyone feel.
I am sorry, that I can't be what you want me to be. I am sorry that you don't remember all the "Thank You's" or the "I love you's." I don't understand what you want me from me. You say that you are not perfect and that you make mistakes, that you are human, but how can you expect me who is also human to not make mistakes?
I know that I have done things to hurt you as well, but here is the difference. I was a little kid, and in some ways I still am. Truth is, I am only 18, I'm not finished growing up.
One day, this will all be a distant memory to you and hopefully to me.
Until then,
xoxo
Me.

The Spirit of Christmas

The Spirit of Christmas is in full swing. The evil spirit of Christmas that is. You know, the one that makes everyone greedy, rude, obnoxious and absolutely unbareable.
I myself have witnessed the evil spirit of Christmas a few times this week.
As a cashier at a grocery store, I put up with a lot of crap. And I mean a lot. It's as if cashiers are not allowed to make mistakes, not allowed to be overwhelmed or completely stressed out.
With Christmas only a few days away, people are anxious to finish their shopping, buy all the food they will need over the next few days because we all know that the world is going to end because stores are going to be closed for ONE FULL DAY!
At work, we were understaffed. With eleven registers and only seven open, we could not meet the standards of customers. The grocery store I work it, is completely different than the competitors. We are a discount store meaning that we have really low prices when it comes to food, but the customers are required to purchase their own bags and pack their own groceries. Packing groceries for customers is not a service that we offer. But some cashiers such as myself will help customers who have large orders or need some assistance (such as the elderly) and this seems to piss off waiting customers.
It's ridiculous. People seem to be angered by small inconviences, especially around this time of year. I had one waiting customer complain to my manager that I was taking too long. It seems, that my helping a customer pack $400 worth of groceries was a problem. My manager did not understand what the problem was, because although this is not a service we offer, if there is no belt space and the customer is overwhelmed what are we (the cashiers)to do, stand around and watch as people struggle.
Another customer complained because he claimed that one cashier, did not greet him today. He continued to scream at the cashier, two managers and the bookkeeper. Finally, the manager told the customer that he would have to refrain from verbally abusing the employees or the police would be called.
Last night, I took an adventure to the corporate whore known as Wal -Mart in hopes of finishing up some Christmas shopping. I have a love/hate relationship with Wal -Mart. Anyways, I had been to at least four diffferent stores looking for one particular board game. I had been to Wal -Mart several times and every time I went, they were sold out. They always offered the reply "We will have more on Wednesday..." and my response was "Could you tell me which Wednesday?" When I arrived last night, I hunted down all the toy aisles for this one game. I finally found the very last one in the whole entire store. Another customer had her cart parked in front of it and was reaching to put it in her cart. And I must admit the evil spirit took over me for a brief moment. I intercepted her and grabbed the game. I dashed out of the aisle before this other customer could say anything to me. I paid for the game and held on to my purchase like it was a life or death situation. I know it was rather evil of me but the person I bought it for is going to LOVE it!
Although, I snatched the item from the other person, I wasn't rude or yelling at cashiers or other customers. I wasn't bowling them over with shopping carts or screaming at kids to stop running through the store. I haven't wrestled anyone to the floor for a toy, purse, watch etc.
What is it about this season that makes us all into vicious animals? What is so important that we must forget what the season is about? I'm going to be honest. I love presents, I love shopping for them , I like the anticipation and the excitement of it all. But I also love knowing, that I will spend Christmas Eve in church. That I will spend time with my family. I know that this is the one time a year you are guarenteed to visit with your extended family, see all your cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. This is what I love about the holidays.
I think that people lose sight of that with all the 'stuff' we feel obligated to buy one another. Sure, there are a few more things that I would like to buy my Mom and Dad tomorrow but I know that if I can't, they will be happy with what they have. They will love what I did get them, and they won't care about what I didn't get them. I know, that my Grandma is going to love the cookies I baked her. And it's not about the money I spent, but the time I put into making them and that I thought of her when I did it. My parents will feel the same way. They won't care how much I spent but rather the time and effort I put into picking out something that I thought they would really enjoy.
That's the thing about families, they don't care about money, what really matters is that you thought of them.
I used to hate Christmas because of the greed that surrounded it, but I realise now that, the season is what you make it. If you choose to be overwhelmed with greed and the evilness that surrounds this season then you too will start to hate Christmas. If you choose to make the best of the season, then you will enjoy Christmas and it won't matter that the rest of the population has turned themselves into animals.
It's all in your perception and no one elses.
That's it. I'm done my rant.
Have a Merry Christmas.

The Principles of Waiting

Today, I am sitting on pins and needles. I am waiting for the rest of my grades to appear online. These grades tell me whether I move on next semester or wait around a year. I have three classes which have not had the grades posted. These classes are my three worst...Presentation Skills, Priciples of Marketing and Advertising1.
Everyone has reassured me that if I failed, someone would have contacted me by now. But who knows? Maybe it' s a Christmas surprise. "Surprise you failed!" "Enjoy waiting around a year until you can retake these classes that you failed oh so miserably." This is what is going through my head. The rest of my classes I did farely well in, including Production Software. {Production Software was on Tuesdays at 8am. Half the time I showed up late, slept through the class, or talked to my friends on MSN. And to think I got 69% in that class.}
I'm so nervous. I check the student portal about four times a day, checking to see if any changes have been made. Nothing. I'm driving myself even more mad than I already am.
So here I sit, checking the student portal for the seventh time since I got home from work a few hours ago. I hate waiting. I have no patience. This is almost unbareable. I think I could stay up all night waiting for those numbers to appear on the student portal. This is the worst feeling ever. The next four months of my life rest in one teacher's hands and all she has to do is put the marks online. And what freaks me out the most is that all the other teachers have posted their marks even the ones who are really bad at handing back assignments and grades in a reasonable amount of time.
Okay, I will settle for one out of the three grades. Just one. Is that too much to ask?!!! Seriously.
I'm so restless. I wish this was like high school where they give you your report card a few weeks before Christmas Vacation and you know ALL your grades. And if you failed something, your parents had a full two weeks to pester you about it. They had two full weeks to lecture you and ground you and whatever else they felt necessary. Okay, this has never happened to me because I only ever failed one class in my whole entire life and I made up for the next year and in night school. And my parents knew that it was a possibility that I was failing this class because it was grade 10 university level math. They had seen many failed math tests and what not...but this? This is new and did I mention that I hate it!
I am freaking out. I need to know the grade for marketing at least especially after the assignment that I received 28% on.
Okay, maybe I won't stay up all night. I can guarantee that the teacher has not been up all night marking papers and entering the grades online. But I will say one last time that this is torture.
And no, I am not learning a lesson about patience or not always getting what you want when you want. I have waited two weeks now. Two full weeks!

Have a Urine Filled Christmas

Every day, my mom watches for the mail, in hopes of something other than a bill. And with the Christmas season upon us we all anticipate the arrival of Christmas cards. Today was no exception.
As we gathered around the pile of colored envelopes a horrid smell lingered on one red envelope and smacked us in the face. My mom ever so gracioulsy hands me the smelly envelope and says "Here, you can open this one." And since I had yet to open even one card, I willingly took the card and opened it. It was from my uncle TMOC. Also known as The Mayor of Crazyville. Now TMOC, has had several posts about him before. You can find them in the archives of Heidi the Hick's blog or Life or Something Like It's. You see my uncle TMOC is a rather interesting character with his obnoxious behavior, not so funny sense of humor and demanding attitude.
So, I opened this card to find that the image was runny and the scent was lingering along the card as well. As we checked the back of the envelope we noticed a small note that read "Personally scented by Ramona."
Ramona is TMOC's deranged cat, that pisses apparently everywhere. Yep, the cat had pissed on the card and the envelope and TMOC scent it this way even though it had been defiled.
Well, my mom and I burst out laughing because this was absolutely unbelieveable! My dad started in on a rant. A rant that included he has "seen crack heads who make more sense and what did we ever do to deserve this?" The ranting went on for over an hour and it included what my dad was going to do to get TMOC back. His plans included sending rabbit poo in a Coco Puffs box and anything else related to animal feces. Now, my dad wouldn't do this (I hope) but he was seriously upset and wanted to know what the hell goes on in TMOC's head. My dad also wanted to know what kind of idiot just doesn't go out and buy another box of 10 cent cards. A popular phrase today was "Why wouldn't you go just buy another box of cards? What do they cost $4? Here, I will send him the $4"
My mom and I couldn't stop laughing. I left for work laughing. I came home laughing. My dad is still not laughing.

"I Need $2 Dollars"

Last Tuesday, my mom and I took an adventure to Zellers to do some Christmas shopping.
As we entered the Zellers parking lot, my mom noticed one of the red Zellers shopping carts and upon seeing it she said to me "Let's take this cart because there is never any carts in the store."
So we dropped our purses into the carts and continued our way into the store.
We were shopping and we had been in the store for a good hour when I noticed a piece of cardboard on the front of the cart. The cardboard read "I need $2." That is when I realised that it was one of the local homeless men's cart we had taken.
Here we were pushing this cart around for at least an hour and I had two options... 1. tell my mom that she was pushing around the homeless guy cart or 2. let her keep shopping and not say a word. I knew damn well that I could not keep this to myself so I turned to tell her but I just started laughing hysterically. I crossed my legs in fear of peeing from laughing too hard and pointed to the front of the cart. I stuttered the words "You're pushing the homeless guy cart... and it says... hahahahahaha... I need....hahahhaha....two...(slowly falling over from laughter) hahahaha...dollars. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I burst out laughing I could no longer contain it.
My mom said "What? What do you mean?" as she came around to the front of the cart. She too started laughing and said "Help me get it off." This only made me laugh harder. First we steal the homeless guy cart and then we ruin his "I need two dollars" sign. I pulled my keys out of my purse and handed them to her, legs still crossed.
As she pleaded for help, I walked away because I knew that I could not stop laughing and that I was pretty damn close to peeing my pants.
I walked down two aisles and burst out laughing yet again and I could hear my mom laughing.
I went back to where she was and asked "Did you get it off ?"
She replied "Yes"
and I said "Can I see it?"
There was no answer we just kept walking away and giggling.

Beta Still Blows...and I hate/love my job

So, I've done some research as to why I can't switch to Beta. And here's why...it really is a stupid thing. Only certain templates for blogs have been switched to Beta. And apparently my blog/template is one of the few that has not been switched to Beta yet. How stupid is that???!! Seriously. So I just want you all to know that I am reading your Blogs, I'm just not allowed to comment on them, because I am not technologically developed yet. Stupid Beta.
And what does Beta mean? Anyone? Every time I hear the word Beta I think of the Betas from the 70's and the episode of That 70's Show. You know the one where Red buys the Beta and tells Kitty, that they aren't going to watch Roots, they are going to record it then watch it. But Red forgets to put the tape in and Kitty misses Roots. I think that I might watch a little too much television. Not exactly sure.
Anyways, here is a list of reasons I hate my job

• I'm not very good with people. Despite my rep as being one of the friendliest cashiers and I have never had a complaint against me, I still don't like people.
• I have to remember all these stupid codes, that once I get a career, I won't remember what I did yesterday but I will know the code for bananas.
• People always complain about prices with me. Seriously, I will have customers argue about the price of products when I know the price and I know they're wrong. But you know they always throw the "Customer is always right speil"
• I hate my stupid green shirt with yellow logo. Seriously who picked these colors? A blind man????
• I hate that I work, 30 hours a week, make $7.75 an hour and then the union and taxes take about $20 off my $200 cheque...every damn week.
• I hate that we sell bags. Why? Why must we be so cheap? That's why I always give them away.
• People are rude. I'm not kidding you. I have dealt with more rude people in the last six months or 345.75 hours than I have in my whole entire life.
• People let their kids run through the store, open packages, slober all over them and then ask you to scan the product..."Uh no, I don't want to touch that and no I don't think its cute that your little hellion opened up this package of crackers, threw them all over the store and now you don't want to buy it." But I love kids. Really, I do.
• Parents allow their children to climb on the conveyor belts, get behind the register with me and sometimes try to press buttons. In the end, the only buttons they are pressing are mine.
• It's not very challenging...any idiot could do this.
• I always get the creepy, dirty old men, who stare blankly at me, then throw in the occasional "I can't see your name tag" line and my reply as always is "I'm not wearing it."
• And when I do wear the name tag, I get the dirty old men who stare blankly and use my name in every sentence "How are you Adult in Question?" "How long have you worked here "Adult in Question" "You have beautiful eyes Adult in Question..." And you know exactly what they are staring at and let me tell you it is definately not my name tag.
• Oh and did I mention I work in the service industry andI hate people?

Now for Why I LOVE my job.

• I love the people I work with, even Anne who I had problems with before. We get along much better now.
• I can almost always get the time off I need except around holidays because I always forget to hand in my time request sheets. The bookkeeper, always schedules me around the days that I request. For example when I said I didn't want to work past 8pm on school nites or that certain days during the week weren't good for me she said "Okay, no problem. What days do you want to work?" and now that I'm on vaca, I asked for full time hours I got them.
• Despite the colors of the uniform, I can wear whatever black pants I want...including track pants and jeans. Although, they can get touchy about jeans. Just depends who is in office.
• I'm not stuck in a kitchen frying up grease burgers and fries with a diet soda. Also, this gets rid of the icky, grease scent, that no matter how many times you bathe you still smell because it never goes away.
• I like saying "Would you like bags with that?" instead of "Would you like fries with that?" it's all about preferences people.
• It gives me money. Money, that I love to spend.
• Oh and I smell the sweet scent of promotion because I have been training to work in office.

Beta Blows

I have been trying for the last hour to switch to Beta because it won't let me leave comments on anyone's blog. Google won't let me switch so I officially give up. I won't be able to leave comments until I can switch. And since I can't switch there will be no comments. Blogger blows. And so does Blogger Beta.

Johnny Cash -

Today was a very busy day. Extremely busy. I dropped off assignmets, did some Xmas shopping. Had lunch with Bridgey and then went to work. After the hellishly long shift and being in exile also as known as the Xpress lane. I went out and had to do some more Christmas shopping.
I decided that I would bake some Sugar cookies and Gingerbread cookies. Thanks to little dough boy and Dad, I pumped out 5 dozen cookies. I baked the Gingerbread cookies for my Grandma and since she is sick, I might bring them by her house tomorrow with some Tim Horton's coffee.
I spent two and a half hours baking, decorating and separating cookies for their designated relative. I also sorta made my own icing. Okay I took some Vanilla icing and added food coloring to it so that I would have the colors I wanted. By the time I had baked about three dozen I felt as though I couldn't go on, that it was time to give up but I just couldn't I was hooked like the time Heidi and I podged the Johnny book for KK. It was so tiring and I thought of my friends who work 8 hour shifts as bakers and I couldn't imagine standing there doing that for hours.
I waited until KK and J came home to bake the sugar cookies but they wanted no part in helping me. And to be honest a part of me was disappointed that they didn't want to help me. But I finished up the cookies and hoped that maybe over the holidays we would get a chance to bake more cookies, only this time that we could do it together.
All is well though, we have five dozen cookies to share together.
Newayz, I am extremely tired and my season of Fat Actress came in the mail today. So I'm going to watch the episode where Kirstie has peeps.
xoxo.
The Adult in Question

Yesterday Could Have Been Better

Yesterday was unbelieveable and not in the good way. I was meeting my Dad to help him finish up the gas/water drama. My dad phoned me and asked me to get in a cab and meet him at City Hall. So, I did this and he said that he would pay the cab driver when we finished paying the bill and we would use this same cab driver to get home. It was taking a little longer than expected so my Dad asked me to go out and tell the cab driver it would be a few more minutes but not to worry. Well, the cab driver less than pleased with my response, grabbed me and tried to pull me into the cab. I jumped back and when I did this he tried to pull my wallet and my cell phone out of my hand. He couldn't get the wallet but he did grab the cell phone. The cab driver wanted me to leave something behind because he thought that I wasn't going to return and that I was going to rip him off of his fare. [But here's the thing, we use that cab company so much that most of the cab drivers know us by name, know where we live and when we see them shopping or run in to them somewhere they talk to us. They ask how's school, how's your family etc.] He did this and I ran back into City Hall to get my Dad. When I got there my Dad was finished and on his way out to meet me at the cab. I told him what was going on and my Dad started marching out to the cab. We went outside to where the cab was parked and my Dad asked him why he would do that? Why would he attack a girl? He told the cab driver there was no need for it because the cab driver not only knows where we live but we use this particular cab company exclusively. The cab driver started swearing and yelling at us. My dad asked how much the fare was and asked for the phone back. The fare was $10.50 and so my Dad gave him $15 for the ride and asked for the phone back. The cab driver rolled up his car window and tried to drive away. My dad stuck his arm in the window and tried to get the phone back. The cab driver just continued to roll up the window, so I stuck my hand in the window and started flapping it around trying to grab the phone. Well, the driver put the phone behind his back and started to drive away with our hands in his car. Just then an elderly woman and a big black lady approached us and asked what was going on. I explained to her hysterically what this man was trying to do. Well, the elderly woman stood in front of his car so he couldn't drive away. And the big black lady got in the passenger side of the car and would not get out until he gave us back the phone. We got the phone back and immediately called the cab company to report him. The cab company was willing to do nothing. We started walking away and wanted to get home. Well, the cab driver wasn't finished. He followed us in his car, swearing and yelling obsceneties at us. He also said he was phoning the police. My Dad, said "Yeah, that's a good idea." And he waited, and he waited and the cab driver finally said "I didn't call the police. I will see you after work. I know where you live and I will get you then." He then procceeded to spit on my Dad's face.
When we finally got home, we phoned the cab company again and asked for Head Office. They refused to give us the number for Head Office and said there was nothing they could do because he was the owner of the vehicle.
Later that night my Mom and I went grocery shopping (used the other cab company) and asked them what the procedures were for something like this. The driver said to contact the region. That the region controls the cab companies. So we have decided that we will be contacting the region and possibly the newspaper. I have also decided that I will never get in another cab alone. Because after all this, I took a cab home from a friend's house last night and it was a different cab company but again, the driver made me leave something of value in the car, while I ran in the house to get the money for the cab from my Mom. It makes me uncomfortable to leave my belongings in someone's car. Someone I don't know. And the more I think about it, what makes someone want to get in the car of a stranger. What makes cab drivers trust worthy?
In the end, we don't know these people and yet trust them to drive us from point A to point B. We trust them to drive kids to school, we trust them to drive us home when we're drunk, to take our elderly to the grocery store and anywhere else we need to go. The more I think about it, is it really safe to get in a stranger's car even if they work for a cab company, even if they have a little piece of laminated paper with their picture and a number telling us that they work for this company. This is just one more reason for me to save up and get my G1.

WANTED

Male
Age: 18- 21
Must have job, education at least high school
Must practice good hygiene. (I know this sounds ridiculous but you should see the scrubs out here)
Must be taller than me 5'7 at least...
Must be single. I mean it...
Must be somewhat insane...not the scary kind. The fun kind. Like me.

Is this really too much to ask????

Fight scene (Degrassi 604)

This is the sweetest fight scene ever!!! I love it. I like when the guy gets taken out by the mascot headpiece. I have yet to see what goes in the rest of this episode, but I know it will be good.

Extra Special - Late Breaking News

Homework has been overwhelming me this week but I only have one and a half assignments left to complete. Then I am free from that place of torture. But...here is some extra special, late breaking news. The presentation that I did last week that I thought I did absolutely horriblly on was apparently not so bad. The presentation was worth 30% of my final mark and I got a 96% on it. Apparently I don't suck that much!!! WOOT!!! I still feel as though I am not destined to stay in the advertising field, but at least now I'm not so concerned about passing the program. I also received a creative assignment where I only got 73% but the prof said it was portfolio quality and that in the near future he would like to help me reevaluate some of the elements incorporated in the design so that I will have it for my portfolio. Then he gave me a really nice folder to keep the poster in and I was the only one who received the extra special portfolio. So I would just like to take a moment to say to the Overachievers in my class and uh the Geoffanies (who I will explain another day) "IN YOUR FACE!!!!" And for the Geoffanies I have a few other choice words but I'll keep those ones to myself.
But I am off now, to make myself a celebratory cake.

Weekend Recap

I had a semi busy weekend. Nothing I couldn't handle.

Friday- I FINALLY saw Borat and was somewhat unimpressed. It was more racist and disgusting than I expected. Why didn't any one tell me that there was nudity but fat, hairy male nudity...All my friends saw and yet they did not warn me. Thanks guys. It did have some funny parts like when he threw the sack over Pamela Anderson. That was good. It was about time someone threw a sack OVER her instead of throwing her into one. After my hot date to the movies and the coffee pub with Sarah from work I was recruited to the Club. Yeah L called me and told me about this small problem she had. You see I HAD to go with her because she had three dates and she needed me to take one. Thankfully, only two of them showed up. But unfortunately the man meat I wanted was the one she took. She left me with country boy man meat who I have only met once before. She helped herself to the City Man Meat who is drop dead gorgeous. But unfortunately L is my best friend but if she was just an acquaintance or what not, he would totally be fair game. So I did my best with Country Man Meat who is really polite and kind and sweet but .... it's not the same. Country Man Meat is not a dancer. Which sucks. It sucks because even though I have no rythm whatsoever I love to dance. I really do. I could dance all day and night if it didn't stress out certain people I live with. So after being pushed around on the dance floor because once again the Club was beyond capacity. Greedy club owners. It's bad enough that they charge a $10 cover and then jack the price of drinks up to $3 - for a glass of tap water....Are you kidding me? At the college bars you can get drunk for $20 because drinks are $1.75. Someone please tell me where the logic is in that? So after dancing for what seemed like 20 minutes it was last call. Which meant it was about 2am. Oh I forgot to mention the angry lesbian manning the door who wouldn't let anyone in because we were not in a single file line outside. Yeah, it took about L and her crew about half an hour to get in the door but I on the other hand, slowly crept up the line to the front. Then when someone said something to me about I said "Excuse me, but I have been out for an hour and you and your cigarette smoking, pot head friends went around the corner did your 'business' and then cut in front of me." Needless to say, they let me in before they went in and then inside they were nice to me. They didn't try to cut a bitch which was extremely surprising because since that is usually the way it goes there.
Saturday, I had to get up at the crack of dawn. Okay 10 am. I had to go to work. Where for the first time in about a month it was insanely busy. And we didn't even have anything spectacular on special. So there I was with what seemed like the world's longest shift when half way through an order my shoulder locked. Good times at FB. I had to call an office girl to come out and finish the order so I could go fix myself. Finally, my shift ended and I was able to go home and get ready to go the work Xmas party. Where we paid for our own meals and received some gifts that were clearly re-gifted. I received five hockey tickets for a game that was not in town. Thanks... did I mention I don't drive and don't watch hockey? So I sold them for $20. I also received a bag of men's soap and some candy. But thankfully, my gift was not the worst. My front end supervisor who is allergic to peanuts received a bag full of Planter's assorted nuts. And CP who is not so cute anymore because he is a total asshat received a knapsack full of Kleenex, a planner/organizer that was seven years old and some sparkly, very girly school accessories. Also, he's 20 years old. And not in any form of school, okay the school of life for losers. I'm glad that I enjoy the people I work with and get along with them fantastically because otherwise it would have been the worst four hours of my life. So just as I was leaving a co-worker came up to me in a drunken stupor asking where I was going. When I explained that I needed to go home because my ride was leaving he wanted me to wait, he wanted a hug. And apparently he had something to tell me. I gave him this really half- assed awkward hug and left because I had the distinct feeling another co- worker was going to profess their love for me. I know that part sounds made up but I have been asked out by four different people at work and I have learned my lesson from CP so I just reject now. I'm very good at it. It starts off with "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think it's a good idea to date people I work with. " If they try to respond to that...then I just use the line, it's not you, it's me. World's lamest line but I gotta get myself outta the awkward situation somehow. And surprisingly, we get along great even after the awkward "it's not you, it's me" thing. (Any one have some suggestions for new lines????). So I left the party and came home where I was invited to go to Laser Quest. Who knew that Laser Quest was open at 11pm? I didn't go. I don't quite understand what Laser Quest is and I'm a little afraid. Like the multiple times I was invited to go Paintballing and refused. Seriously, what fun is there is shooting pellets of paint at people? And the boys who do this always come back bruised and sore and I ask the unneccessary question of "How is this fun???" I stayed up watching the tube until 2am and went to bed.
Sunday/Today. Was a day dedicated to working on final projects that I don't understand and know that I am going to fail. I spent about four hours on homework and finishing projects when
I decided that I give up. I've checked my notes, I've read the text book. I still don't understand this. I tried my best and now all I can hope for is to get a passing grade such as 55%. Yeah, I'm going to aim low. Very low. I talked to some people from my class but they left all the assignements until today and are pulling all nighters. I couldn't do it. I'm so glad and thankful that I started these projects a while ago and really only had to tie up loose ends. And I realise that I am not the only one who does not understand what is going on. So, I am keeping my fingers crossed...all week.

But FYI....
-in 173 days Pirates of the Carribbean 3 comes to the theatre. For the mathematically impaired that's May 25th.
- 92 days until my birthday.
-21 days until Xmas
-2 more sleeps until Pirates 2 is on DVD
- and 5 days of class left for me [and then I don't go back until Jan 8th]!!!!!

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Jake Gylenhaal

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Anothony Kiedis

Can You Feel It Baby?

My list of crushes is only going to contain those of celebrity status and not the real life losers I have encountered. But maybe someday, when I am feeling confident I will post the humiliating real life crushes that have ended oh so badly.

So here they are in alphabetical order.

A is for Anthony Kiedis. Sure you can't touch him...AT ALL. But he's a fascinating character. I mean I have read his book, I know where he's been and yet I still love him. I think he could talk his way into anything. Which I probably why many people say that if given the chance I would not be allowed to meet him. But check out his devilish grin.

B is For Billy Idol. The world's hottest old man, who I almost touched. Oooh that would have been exciting. Sure I would have needed medical attention afterwards because he contains more diseases than...(insert something intelligent here).

C is for Christopher Meloni. He's Detective Stabler on Law and Order. He's mostly a good cop with this emotional train wreck of his life. But I still love him. He played a gay man on Oz. But that doesn't matter. I got to see his bum.

D is for David Boreanaz. He's the vampire with a soul. His character was so tortured between right and wrong. He was probably my first real crush next to Jordan from New Kids on the Block when I was two years old. Now he's all dark and mysterious and unfortunately married.

E is for Eddie Cibrian. The smokin' hot firefighter from Third Watch. Third Watch was full of eye candy. And unfortunately it's only on in reruns but still worth watching.

Let's jump to the letter J. And hold on because there are A LOT of them.

J is for Jake Gylenhaal. He's such a cutie. And in Jarhead you get to see him wear nothing except a Santa hat.

J is for Jacob Hoggard. This Canadian rocker is quite the card. He has a stage presence like you would not believe. My love for him started a few years ago, watching Canadian Idol with Heidi. I hate that show but for one season...it was my fav. Oh and did I mention I got to touch him and meet the band. Yeah, that footage is on youtube somewhere. Don't look for it. I look like a fool.

J is for Jacob Young. Resident bad boy on All My Children. Need I say more.

J is for James Marsters. The bad vampire turned good. Thanks to that little thing called a soul he went and got for Buffy. Something about proving to Buffy he was worthy of her love. Whatever. He looks like Billy Idol. And he can play the guitar. People in Australia love him and so do I.

J is for Jason Wiles. Hot cop with a bad attitude from the show Third Watch.

J is for Jon Bon Jovi. What can I say I have something for guitar players.

J is for John Stamos. I have nothing to say. I'm too busy looking at him.

M is for Marky Mark. Hence the title "Can You Feel It Baby?" Sure, he tried to rap. He was also a model for Calvin Klein. Now he's an actor. I don't care what he is. Just look at him.

So now that you have survived my list of celebrity crushes...I anticipate the comments. Also Blogger is a huge pain in my ass and won't post photos. I will try again later but this will be the fourth attempt so...damn you blogger. Damn you.

I was sitting in my kitchen tonight eating dinner alone because apparently I am too loud and interrupting the ever important television show Law & Order when I had a flow of thoughts. Which is extremely surprising since I have been up since six am, was at school for six hours and just worked for five and half. I'm tired. I won't lie. I know that I am supposed to be writing my Crush list, researching Red Bull and writing reports. And the list of things I am supposed to be doing I can't be bothered with. Why? Because there are so many other things going on in my head and I can't focus and they all surround school.
I hate my program. I want to drop out but I don't want to be a cashier in a grocery store forever. I don't understand half of the material and I can't do presentations and unfortunately we do a lot of math and a lot of presentations. The two things that I could not do to save my life. I keep telling myself that the more I do this and the more I practice the better I will get but I haven't gotten there yet. I hate it. I hate not being successful, I hate not being the know - it - all. I hate the shitty marks I keep getting and I can continue to ask for help, I can continue to study and go to the library and ask friends for help but it's not making a difference. And I'm frustrated because I don't know what to do with my life or even for the next few years. I don't know where to start and I don't know how to make this end. I'm stuck in the middle and not in the fun way. I have about eight assignments due Monday and I have one of them done. I"m slowly sinking and I hate it but I feel as though there is nothing I can do about it.
So now that I have whined and complained I feel a little better. I promise that tomorrow's entry will be Wacky Wednesday containing my list of crushes possbily including my real life crushes.