August 12, 2010

Well, what a bright new month this is turning out to be.

I have decided (as a very very last resort) that I will be giving up my insurance, and thereby my car's usefulness, as of August 29. This is because I can't seem to afford to go to school and rent an apartment and pay all my bills and do all these other things, especially since OSAP takes all my money away because my parents are my parents, and can't afford to put me through school but are still expected to, and also because I'm working like a good little rabbit all year through. You see, I'd get quite a lot more if I went on Welfare, but then I'd be on welfare.

It saddens me to lose the use of my car, and will likely re-inter me in several modes of depression because honestly, I'll be trapped in Peterborough, and that's just not worth it.

So, then, the other day an olive jar fell off my fridge and broke. The bf said "I'll clean that later", to which I said "forget it, I'll do it now".

So as I'm crawling around the floor of the kitchen, I put my knee down on a paper thin shard of glass that was nigh on impossible to see, even while it was sticking in my knee. I'm pretty sure there's some still in my knee.

Then, I went to work the next day, and when we get donations, we put them on big carts that are seven feet tall, nine feet wide, and 235lbs on average. We have to pull those into the back when they are full. So my boss smashed his hand between one of the store's support posts and the full 40-cart (which weighs usually between 900 and 1300 lbs if it is stacked correctly and is full, this one in particular was about 1100+235lbs), and I took over while he wrote up the accident reports and tried to decide if his hand was broken. Whilst driving the empty cart back to the donation room, it hit the swinging door edge and stopped abruptly.

I did not.

So I bruised a knee and my forehead and had a nice red line on my face for the remainder of that night.

Then, yesterday I was baking in the oven, and while avoiding burning my knees on the stove door and pulling my "casserole" out, I burned, rather nicely, my forearm. It even went gray to prove it was burned pretty well.

And today, I picked up a rotary cutter at the dollar store. When I touched it with my thumb it seemed really dull right out of the package. I even pushed on it. Then, in my infinite wisdom ( I actually do not know what possessed me to do this) I tried it on my thigh.

ON MY THIGH!

Why did I do it? I don't know, it didn't seem sharp.

Well it was.

*sigh*. I need a bubble, and to not be given sharp objects. I swear.

Least. Intelligent. Person. Ever.

On the other side, I've started some crafts and come up with some other crafts for Xmas presents. Also decided to clean today and have only scalded my hands once. I'm doing well.

Also, I seem to be addicted to those little marshmallow bananas.

They're awesome.

And I saw some recipes in a friend's cookbook that I liked, and he let me borrow it. I'll be trying them soon, I think. I might just do that while my leg stops bleeding because it's a remarkably deep cut. It already bled through one bandaid.

Jeeze whiz. I think I might just go make my bed or something with only soft items. Even doing laundry seems like a bad idea. I might get my head stuck in the dryer or something. Really.

It seems like the next best stupid idea.

Can you tell I feel really stupid for cutting my own leg? Or equally as stupid for walking into the stopped 40-cart at work? Really?

July 22, 2010

So a quick blog before I head out to work (this week I'm working reduced hours since someone else did the scheduling and cut back the people at the front of the store because we really don't need all of the cashiers. Yeah, right. Make my life a living heck and then tell me I'm working too hard. Gee I wonder if it has to do with the thirty people at three cash registers. Because that's all we have.

Also, I've noted that I don't have too many different fabrics that I don't have specific, unfinished plans for. So, a slight fissure has been created in my plans for xmas gifties, as a result of this.

(Sorry about the -ies, I've been playing Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles Ring of Fates lately, and one of the characters drives me nuts by repeatedly ending every other noun in -ies.)

But I did come up with my own idea to make flowers for bags for my sisters which will be (eventually) made and freezer paper-printed with names and then have buttons, since I lost all my sweet, sweet blog bookmarks that I wasn't following but was throwing up at the top of my firefox till my computer crashed with a minor virus and I *sob* lost them.

So, now, in lieu of my need to recoup lost awesome blogs (And I, by the way, learned my lesson about following on blogger instead of just bookmarking, which actually I like better than blogger's version but whatever) I invented my own way to do flowers and it makes sense to me 'cause that's how I draw them when I'm just doodling.

They start with what the bf calls "peanuts".

Then I layer them.

Then I sew them together with a star stitching shape on the back, that you can't see, and then I sew a button on the front:

And ta-da!

Now I need some girlier prints, some less decorated printed fabric, and some solid pink or purple or... solid. Just solid :P Then it's not as busy as this one is. But it's still cute.

July 17 2010

Well, so much for trying to blog more, hahaha.
I've been working, today was the sixth day in a row, and tomorrow will be the seventh. It's awesome. Well, my paycheque will be, eventually. Plus I get a bonus coming up since it's retail and we did the awesome 100% goal that was set. wooh.
That's at least something we get for working our butts off all the time.

Anyway, I have a plan, a new journal plan, (because I accidentally went to Michaels which I always vow not to go to, but did anyway looking for 1/4" grommets in a larger numeration that 12 sets-- didn't happen. I don't know where else to go!)
And so I accidentally walked by the clearance, and there was an A for my name and that was that- a journal that I really didn't need.
So now it's a crafting journal. And I've decided that I'm going to work on making as many of my own xmas presents as I can, because I'm cool like that. Also because I can't seem to find stuff ever for people, or when I do it costs me a billion dollars. So I'm going to do a bunch of stuff that I created specifically for them. As a result of that, I've started some things already, some of which I can't post since I know some people read my blog sometimes, but it'll be awesome.
I have this frog thing for my brother, and the little guys are made up just for him. I know it's just paper mache, but I mean, they're so cute. Originally it started out with a little pencil holder, and then last xmas it was a bedside table with a couple of frogs on it, and I'm thinking a lamp to put ON the table with a frog under it, fishing, this year.
Yeah, I'm a kid at heart, so kids are honestly the easiest.
You know who's hard though? My dad and grampa. Honestly.
My grampa just doesn't want anything and gets mad at you when you get him something (which feels bad when you've gone and even made sure it was cheap but made sense to some sentimental memories of your childhood and then he just yells at you-yeah, I'm harbouring some sad xmas memories.)
And my dad? Honestly? He likes motorcycles, tools and math.
...
I'm in University, dude! Motorcycles (and parts and accessories) are so out of my price range. So I don't know. Maybe I'll find something good or think something up in the six months I have. *cough, cough*
Ps: they both hate ties.

July 5, 2010

So, I actually ended up going to Ottawa for July 1st.
I missed my brother's parade for the queen because it takes as long to get to Hamilton as it does (If not longer) to Ottawa from where I am.
Then, I get there and have to fight for a parking space although some nice lady gave me a parking pass once I finally did park in a lot close to downtown.
After which I learned that my family was outside of Ottawa, in a place called "South Gloucester".
I would imagine it's an amalgamated part of Ottawa.
So, then I drove away anyhow.

It was dirty, it was smelly, there were one heck of a lot of drunk people, and hundreds of people just... standing in my way regardless of which direction I was supposed to be going. I'm also surprised that I didn't get pulled over for having a contact high while driving, there were so many people abusing illegal substances there.


There was only one area in all the madness that had bathrooms that weren't "out of order".

It was awful with three kids six and under who had drank enough water to form their own camel humps.
Let alone myself, with my coffee and my iced coffee and my iced cap from Timmie's on the way out there. It was like, if I only had some manparts, I'd be one happy camper, peeing on the parliament buildings. That would show them, to plan to spend five million on a G20 security scene and not even a hundred renting damn port-o-potties.
You can kind of see the port-o-potties here, sort of, past only about an EIGHTH of the line that was standing there, waiting.
Then, whilst looking for my army brother in the melee and drunken orgy, I also missed the fireworks.
But I did hear a good twenty seconds of the Barenaked Ladies over the brawling and whining of the vapid eighteen year old girls complaining about their cheating boyfriends.
It was like going to a bar beside a college on St.Patrick's day, only the colours were white and red instead of green.
It also fairly saddened me that after the fireworks, there were a large number of fallen Canadian flags being trampled as people made their way back to the downtown bars. I missed the worst on my camera which was an actual canadian flag, dirty and ripped on the pavement.

Isn't that what people going up against Canada do in other countries? Stomp on the trodden and ripped Canadian flag, then follow up with a good ol' burning?
Being Canadian must be some sort of passing fancy to these people. I like being Canadian sometimes, but man, even I get those days when I wish my family had been illegal immigrants to (Insert random country here).
But stepping on a flag? It's just too superstitious. Like passing a cemetery and breathing, or walking under a ladder.
Disrespectful drunken teenagers and young adults. Back in my day, you respected the country who supported your OSAP and therefore your drinking habit.

On a lighter note, I've been finding it nice to paint 1/10 nails with a summery design to remind me not to chew again; I've done a bumble bee, a ladybug, and just recently a watermelon slice that was originally differently planned but ended up looking slightly more like a strawberry. Either way, it's summery. On a not so light note, I ruined a pair of awesome pink capris the G-ma handed down with black nailpolish. (as noted below, in fact.)

jeeze I'm a clutz.


I used the Sally Hansen "Hot Pink" nail art pen first, but didn't like how pink it was (but should have stuck to it), then went over it with Avon's Speed Dry in "Mambo Melon" to make the eaten part, and then Sally Hansen "Black Out" for the seeds. The rind (crust, peel, handle, depending on who you talk to) was made with Wet 'n' Wild "416A" and Sally Hanson "Green With Envy".
I think it's cute either way. Maybe less seeds and less red fruity part would be better. Over it all and as a basecoat as well, I also used Sally Hansen "Miracle Cure", because it makes then really, really strong. And so I can go buy another bottle of different hardener next time, since this one strips paint, I swear. And because it works only marginally and chips although it does chip slower than JUST nailpolish does.
Also, for those of you wondering about the Sally Hansen nail art pen, I'm quite amused by it. It's not very opaque, though, so sometimes I have to go about and cover the same thing three or four times. Also it takes some time to dry. But it is neat that it's a marker-like tip. I think I might see if I can't pick them up cheaply sometime in a few colours that I would use often: black and white, maybe a silver or something.

I'm also going to start a new few bonnets, one for me and one for the bf's mum, but after I do hammocks for the little ratties who destroyed their older one.

June 30, 2010

So, apparently the Queen is coming to Ottawa tomorrow. I hope she's good. My brother gets to go with his reserves and march around in a pretty red outfit. It makes him look Canadian.

Also, just so you all know, I did NOT take this piccy. I stole it from his facebook. That is correct.
Anyway, so my mum's going to see him. It's like an eight hour drive from her house, and three and a half to four from mine. Maybe a bit less than that, but probably not on a day where the Queen shows.
And then my grama and grampa said they might come up to my house.
So now I'm not going to Ottawa. Not that I really mind, the Queen is the Queen and it's not like I get to meet her or anything. I'd just be standing outside with the rest of the world, watching her from miles away as she walks into parliament.
Yes, I would so not like to be there. But I'd have gotten to see my sisters and brothers and mum and dad if I had gone. But now I won't, unless grama and grampa choose a different day to come up.
Unfortunately, I worked Monday-today, then tomorrow's a holiday, and then I work Fri-Sat.
That's correct. I am working five out of seven days. A full. work. week.
It's not the only one this summer, but it makes up for last week, when I only got 28 hours.
And in case anyone is wondering, I ONLY WORK PART TIME.
As a result of working my butt off,

this is the only cleaning I've done all week (Plus the rattie's cage, but they need to have a few hammocks made for they chewed through the other one, in less than a month, and it collapsed while I was at work. The BF said no one was hurt, though.), and since the BF's brother is up, he's not exactly in the cleaning mood

but he has promised to clean the living room and take the garbage out.
(which is also good, because before I left for work on Monday, the living room was clean and then I got back to find three friends of his + a brother playing videaa gamez and eating. And leaving garbage and dirty plates and stuff ALL OVER THE PLACE.
So that's what I'll be doing on my day off tomorrow, on my holiday. I might also get out to take some pictures this week before and/or after I work, I'm not sure.
However, I need to go shower before work.
Yay.

June 21, 2010

I finally made that second bonnet, in three hours, the night before I went to my grama's house for my grampa's bday, so that I could give it to my cousin. ( I have this thing with bringing gifts; it never seems to get to the one whose bday it is... but grampa never wants anything anyway. Well, I'm sure he wants stuff, but he would never tell us what he wanted.)
Anyway, it worked beautifully. I had no idea what gathering stitches were, but my grama showed me later, when I got there. Now I know for next time.
Still, I learned that it's all about sizing. Alllllll about sizzzziiiiinnnnngggg....
Gotcha. If the sizes are uber wrong to start, they'll be uber wrong at the end. So my mum and I had a good laugh about that while the family was sitting down for dinner.
And one day I'll get the cousin to send me a piccy of her wearing it. I also said I'm gonna make a million more so that I become perfect at it. Then I told my grama I'd send them to her house because I wouldn't need them. She didn't know what she could do with hundreds of little bonnets. Hahaha.
So, anyway, my Friday was awesome, and then I worked full shifts all weekend. Which will look okay on a paycheque, but I mean, it sucks while you're doing it.
Today I have off, and I might be having a friend over. I haven't done that in ages.

June 15, 2010

I finally finished my bedroom curtains. And I had SOOOO much trouble with them. I'm never sewing with sheer fabric again.
Although my grama said to do it with tissue paper behind, after I finished (because eventually I just folded the fabric up like five times and then the thread stopped doing this repeatedly:

That's right. There are FOUR threads there, three of which erupted mysteriously from the bobbin thread spot on the plate and jam the machine. They have to be cut, pulled out and broken , and when that happens there end up being three threads: one attached to the needle, one from the bobbin case, and one extra that's just randomly there.
Turns out it's a tension error when the tension on the upper thread is too loose. Just in case no one knew.

So now, I have curtains finished in my room and I can move on to my second bonnet tonight (and maybe start a third if I can get the second to work quickly and some nicer fabric before I work tonight. I bought LOTS of fusible interfacing just for this little bonnet thing.

My newly finished curtains (finished being hemmed at the bottom. That's it. That's all that I had to do. Sad, eh?):

June 11, 2010

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So, I got right down for it and made a post-it board for notes and pictures, with fabric and elastic and everything... I'm quite interested in seeing how the intended recipient takes it. Her birthday was a few months ago (like, March), and I've been meaning to get around to finishing my little gift, but I finally sucked it up and did it. Surprisingly, the bf was very helpful in this endeavor, finding the awesome-est fabric ever.
It wasn't as cheap as I'd have liked it to be as I'm... cheap. And broke. And a student.
But it was cute, so I did it anyway.

Then I realized just how much "two metres" actually is.
For someone who lived in Canada their entire life, you'd think I'd have a better estimation of a metre. NOOOOOOooooooo, I think in different terms when it comes to measurements. I know a centimetre. I know an inch. One inch is more or less 2.5 cm. But two metres... is a lot of fabric.


I also have to admit that yes, I cheated. I cheated big time. I think. Or maybe I just endeavored to make it a little easier than it would have been with staples. And after my stint as a framer of artwork, I just don't fancy desk staples an impressive finishing substance any longer.
But I could get away with a hot glue gun.

It made a few things look messy, so much so that I would advise doing the elastics at the same time as the ribbon on the outside so as not to get the little bumps at the midpoints of the ribbon, or I don't know, come up with something else.


So, I started by making lines of hot glue inward toward the board's frame. Then I stuck the fabric down. I started at the bottom and worked my way up evenly on both sides of the frame, in sections.

It was quite easy, just make sure that the fabric is flat or you'll have to pull it up.


Then I folded the corners at the back first with a fabric corner pulled in to the board,


then the two flappies on either side of it being pulled in towards and gluing each down in order.

Then came the elastic. I glued the elastic down first, then added the ribbon to hide the bumpy globules of hot glue. Again, you might want to have pinned down the elastic in advance to this, leaving the edges of the elastic slack so that when you glue the ribbon down around the edges, because as I said, it does look sort of messy around the edges where there are TWO globs of glue-one for the elastic and one for the ribbon.

Then I pinned clear pins over the criscrosses because the elastic sort of pops up and pictures don't fit as well under when they aren't pinned at the cross points.
And then voila!


So, hopefully she'll like it, and then I photoshopped some interesting "vacations" that we took "together". :P

Oh, also, did I mention that I foolishly made a bonnet? Hahahaha, baaaaaad mistake. I thought it might turn out. I must have misread or mis interpreted a few things wrong (and I substituted a piece of cotton fabric folded double and cut because I didn't have interfacing as a noob and it was very, very late and I'd wasted so much time that I was going to finish...), and so now I have massive ties and it kind of looks wrong at the top. Also my sizing was probably three inches off, but I was guessing big time because the recipe from the buns and baskets blog was assuming adult sizes and I picked the absolute biggest ( I have a big head I guess?) (and I'm not blaming the recipe, by the way, so try it for yourself. I just can't sew)!
Maybe I'll try it again, now that it's been updated to a real picture and not just hand drawings, so I can be led by hand slowly and gently and easily like a picture book to a new reader. And if it turns out, this bonnet's going to my cousin. If not I'll start doing something else that I haven't figured yet. But I do work at a donation-taking thrift store...

June 03, 2010

You know, sometimes I just feel like regardless how many days I have off, I just will never finish all that I have to do.
I think that in part is a reason that I've grown fond of being pessimistic (probably since most decisions I make lately are all the wrong one), and a procrastinator (no doubt encouraged by elementary and secondary school homework being so easy that even an ape could do it. That's right. Pre-caveman.)
Furthermore, I feel like I'm extremely stressed regardless of what I do, which is why I've taken to doing what I like more.

I'm not exactly sure what it is, but it probably has something to do with a lack of goal for the future. Here's my only need: Money in order to raise a family. I don't really care how I get it, but to be honest, it has to leave me with time to have kids because if I don't at least teach someone to sit the hell down in a dangerous, unstable buggy while I'm shopping, then our children have little to no chance of survival. Last time I looked, the human race was all about continuity.
Unfortunately, not caring has led me to...well... not knowing which path to take next.
The answer: Whichever is easiest and least likely to require effort, since expending unnecessary effort seems like a HUGE waste of time.

Just my thoughts on that.

May 21, 2010

Today was long but good. Yesterday was the Jonathan Coulton concert. ( Look him up, his music`s really good: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxNmeMklFk8 which is a video game song, and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdUUywIsIGI&feature=related is a memory song for the American presidents. Not that I`m American. But it helps when people start talking about things I never had a head for.) Paul and Storm also played, they`re great on stage but they disappointed me by not playing Me Make Fire which happens to be one of my faves of theirs. http://www.paulandstorm.com/lyrics/me-make-fire/

However, I understand that they had a severely limited time span and that, yes, I did pay to see them open for JoCo.
Anyway, today I did a whole lot of shopping and laundry, I wanted fresh fruit, and so I bought it. The end.
Also, I made these pretty tasty wraps:
Chicken, frying-panned
Garlic cooked in as well
Some small amount of taco additive flavoured stuff
Pepper to taste as per the boyfriend`s happiness
Cucumber cut into lengthy triangles
Tomatoes cut into triangles
Cottage Cheese OR
Caesar Salad (we used Renee`s)
Cheddar shredded cheese
Wraps

So basically, the chicken was cooked and then we put the stuff on. It was simple, cool enough that it didn`t suck to cook it, and was tasty. I used the cottage cheese, the BF did not. (He also didn`t eat the veggies, but I did. Go figure.)
Anyway, you should try them. They took no time to make, and they were actually pretty good. Lettuce may have been good on them if you didn`t want the cheese, or anything else. it would have helped make the crunch that the cukes give, too.

May 24, 2010

Today was the holiday Monday, Victoria Day. There was no celebration for me today; I celebrated on Saturday with my family who came up for dinner in my apartment and we went to fireworks then.
I decided to sit down with the awesome sewing machine my grama sent up to me from her house because the old singer

I bought ages ago from VV never worked :

And I struggled for four hours with the top thread breaking pretty consistently. Finally, I finished the four lines it took to sew to make this hammock with such a cute fleece pattern, for my ratties.

Then I called my grama and asked for her knowledge in the subject. She responded with some advice, and I went away from the machine, frustrated, as the thread continued to break.
After struggling* with my borrowed barbecue which had housed mice in my dad's shed for at least two years:

I blew it up a little, singeing my arm hairs off in patches.
It was not a pretty smell, and now I have uneven arm hairs. How nice.
Then my boyfriend helped me to light it, decided it wasn't safe to light what with the pink panther insulation all over the innards, and then put it back out. Now I am tasked with removing the rust and cleaning it out before I can barbecue... but I will be able to barbecue eventually, and that makes me (almost) forget my singed arm hair.

Then I decided to go back to the sewing machine, which though continually breaking a thread, never blew up.
After stitching an easier trial fabric that wasn't fleece, I realized it had little to no problems, except it would occasionally catch a whole whack of thread in the bobbin area and I'd have to stop the machine, unlatch the bobbin casing and pull all the thread bits out.
Then I dangled the bobbin like my grama suggested in order to test the tension of the bobbin case, and I realized that the actual bobbin was moving in the wrong direction when the thread was pulled.
I had, in my hurry to begin sewing, put the bobbin in backwards.

How intelligent.

But now I have half-finished curtains. The bright pink ones that go underneath the white ones haven't been hemmed yet because I am lacking a bright pink thread, and it is a major holiday. Convenience stores also do not sell thread often. Just a note-to-self. Went to:


And so I shall finish them, and start a bonnet for either me or my cousin, depending on how the first one turns out :D


*In my defense, I have never, ever lit a barbecue. Still haven't. It went out as soon as it was on. I think it was because the lid was on. Come to think of it, my brother's eyebrows were removed once due to this same issue...

May 09, 2010

Today is Mom's Day.
I called my mommy and said "HI!"
Then I got in a stupid fight over something that I didn't even really care to fight about with my boyfriend but kept going anyway because I'm tired because last night I had a really bad leg cramp that kept me up and bruised my left leg so that this morning I ended up going to work and overcompensating with my right leg (and knee and foot) which incidentally is my weaker side under the hip due to it being my favoured side for dancing and stuff, which led to me being: a) awake for much too long last night----->cranky and b) in pain------>cranky as well as c)really, really frustrated at work---->cranky.
And then I got a slurpee. It was awesome. I also moved a chair to a co-worker's/friend's house. It was awesome, too. I helped.
Oh, and I put whiskey in my slurpee. Which was the coolest thing of all. Whiskey+Slurpee=win!

12th April 2010

Dearest Governments with Recall procedures,
I was hoping that by the time I have children, no more small choking hazards are present in any area that my children should play. Also, any and all dangers should be removed as they are with play toys nowadays so that I may peacefully sip my whiskey without hearing my child choking on or being strangled or pierced by any object.
Therefore, I wish to acknowledge several parts that only you can recall and clear up before I have these aforementioned children:
1. Rocks. If two inch long screws can be choked on, then rocks and small pebbles can be as well. I request that you do a nationwide recall on these objects and notify everyone of their demise. perhaps grind them up and sprinkle them somewhere.
2. Vehicles. Includes non-motor vehicles such as bikes, scooters, rollerblades, etc., these objects could detach from their driving route and injure or cause death to my child(ren). I request that these be removed from natural society in order for protection.
3. Animals commonly known as "household pets". These could become loose and wild which could result in bites, licks, or transference of common bodily pests, requiring stitches, many dollars in medicine, and death. They should all be removed from these countries and sent to countries where these great recalls are not posted for all to see, since they don't care enough to protect their children.
4. Pencils. It has come to this person's attention that pencils and pens are still being used as writing utensils in schools across the country. The erasers, if occurring, pose a choking risk to any who ingest them. The wood easily snaps and turns to wood chips, and can be lodged in the throat. The sharp tips can be used as weapons and have been known to break off in the skin, perhaps even staying there forever. Also, eye injuries, ear injuries, punctures and lacerations are common with this object. If choking, it could cause death.
5. Rapists/Pedophiles. These persons are potentially dangerous and should be shipped, along with the animals, to that selfsame country with no laws against dangerous artifacts. They can cause severe trauma, both physical and mental, to a child, even causing as much damage as death.
6. Any high ledge. These could present a fall zone for children, resulting in broken bones, chipped or lost teeth, bruises, contusions, stitches, casts, and other medical costs that my daycare is ill equipped to deal with.
7. Sidewalks. There have been numerous occasions upon which a child has fallen and bruised, scratched, or needed stitches from the use of sidewalks and they should be removed immediately. Also, any related substance of asphalt or sand or grass or roadway or wood or metal should be removed.
8. Trees. These also present a fall zone. See number 6) above.


I thank you for your time in reading this, and hope that these demands are responded to in a timely manner. More objects are to be coming to you from my own and other opinions of which dangerous things causing death or possible harm to a child should be removed from our countries in order to fully embrace stupidity in our culture.
That and I don't feel quite like watching my children all the time, and don't deal with blood well. Or medical bills. Or many of the other costs of raising a child, including that of time.
At very least you should put out warnings on these objects to demonstrate correct use.

http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/category/toy.html

April 11, 2004

Nearly the 12th.
That's okay, fast blog, not making too much sense and appealing to my fangirly-romanceness:
I'd be a werewolf. I can't hide emotions well, much as I choose, and I too often change moods faster than a snap with the sources being things beyond my control.

I'd be a were.
Great.
At least I'd not be friggen freezing year round like I do now. I need some fur.

April 8, 2010

Your body uses the calories in alcohol as a source of energy in the same way it uses the calories in other kinds of food.

Alcohol is metabolized by the liver into an acetate that can be used as a source of energy. However, alcohol holds very little nutritional value and the acetate from alcohol is used immediately and cannot be stored for future energy use. Because your body uses the fuel from alcohol before it uses fats and carbohydrates, you may not metabolize (burn) the fats and carbohydrates you would normally. This may increase the amount of fat in your body. (source: https://interwork.sdsu.edu/echug2/can/results.php) So, in essence, as long as you don't consume food and only alcohol, you'll still have energy to do stuff, and you WON'T GAIN WEIGHT! (unless you mix it with pop or something sugary. You must drink your whiskey straight!) I don't know about you guys, but I'm thinking that the government has been hiding things from us...

March 26, 2010

You know, I never did figure out why I've always daydreamed about returning to the past to live. Or wished that times could be simpler.
Then, I downloaded all ten seasons of Little House on the Prairie. Sorry, producers and others making money off the boxed DVD sets, but I just can't afford the seventy dollars you're asking per season when I can watch a season in a week.
If it's any consolation, I did buy the VHS of the pilot episode...
Anyway, back to my sudden understanding of my own brain and important thoughts.
So, while I was watching it and reminiscing of days gone by, I first noticed how much religion is in the show.
Then I realized I was getting sucked in the God stuff, wondering if church was really as great as it looked in Little House.
Then I realized that why I am agnostic, and not an atheist.
I do believe in God. I was raised to believe in God, but not a religion so far.
I suppose, though, that while I have to believe in a god, but not necessarily God as is known from the bible, I just can't bring myself to believe in the bible itself.
The odd thing about that is, I believe in a lot of what the bible teaches. Or, just about any other religion style I can think of.
It teaches family, love, and respect for others as well as oneself.
And forgiveness.
And understanding. And empathy. And community. And hard work. And so much more.

And then, I thought, with the advent of television and ease of travel, life has become so complicated that these morals are left behind to wither in the heat of work and die beyond our sights because we're too busy to see what's right there.
I made an awful decision to leave my family four hours away so that I could get out and go to school. It wasn't that I hated them or anything, I just needed freedom. I wanted a smaller city, slower than the one I grew up in, but still with a sense of community.
I got out here. It's not much slower. But while I spent my childhood dreaming of living on a farm, where I was homeschooled, and could spend my evenings helping out with chores, kids out here grew up thinking that partying was 'cool' and they spend much more time in clubs and living a 'high' life than I do.
But my family is so far away. I met a guy out here. I'm going to be living with him in May. Not that it really changes, as we've lived together pretty much since we met. So now, I've developed a relationship out here that means I'm stuck here. And my family is so far away. I think that's part of the reason I'm so upset here. I can't think properly when I'm so far out of what's important.
It's sad when Little House makes you remember why you are who you are.

So, why did I always want to live in the past? Because the longer I'm alive in a time where business students are lying to each others' faces about how they're getting in to what company to be a peon anyway, and the longer I have to listen to people talk about how they 'have to' spend time with their families when they'd rather be drinking, the more I wish I could move to a place where I only sometimes had to go outside of my family to do something.
Family, there, meant people I loved, respected, admired, cared for, was cared for by, or enjoyed being with.

So far, everything I've done is to get myself ingrained with more families; I looked for school with a rugby team (but still swear fealty to the only team who ever returned respect: the SCC), wanted to go to dorm to make friends and create a family (but refused to become the busybody type who spread germish gossip about the others on the floor and so failed the dorm experience), I wanted to move into a house to become a group of close friends (but failed because of my need for cleanliness in the kitchen...where did it come from? I haven't the foggiest).
I'm stuck out here where I once had brilliant memories of a cottage that no longer exists and now realize that these people are worse than the ones in the city I came from, because they're all trying to be the opposite of what I want to be, even though all they really are is all I ever ask for.

And regardless where I go in life, people have stopped loving, respecting, admiring, and caring for others. The first look anyone has for anyone else is a nasty frown and a sour mood with a minor tongue lashing.
I know. I work in retail.

We need to slow down, people, and enjoy life. Not rush.
A millionaire does not a happy man make.

02/03/10

It's really odd that the Haiti earthquake which only registered a 7.0 was deemed terribly important, life shattering, all-encompassing enough to span to North America and create groups who donated money, time, effort, and all that jazz. It was all you heard about on the radio for days after, and you got live coverage of secretaries who didn't know what they would do now that the building that they had worked in was destroyed.
It's funny that the Feb. 27 quake in Chile which registered an 8.8 did not get that coverage. In fact, the rat forum I'm on is the first place I've heard about it, because it "may have shortened Earth's day by a few milliseconds".
Hm. Interesting that we have such high double standards. Was the reason that there were a hundred thousand people in Haiti who were injured? Maybe.
But, should Chile not get the same help? Unless, of course, Chile understands that they live on a fault line and will get earthquakes as the have for the last hundred thousand years and make plans for such an occurrence. Perhaps.
Anyway, my point is that I'm not living anywhere warm ever, for fear of these earthquakes and hurricanes and such. I'll stick to Canada, where I only have to worry about stampeding Polar Bears and freezing temperatures.

February 9, 2010

Wow. A new year. How delightful.
I've been lost lately. Unsure as to how to proceed. I feel like I'm not sure where exactly I'm going in school. I mean, I started with an ancient History major, switched to business on the basis that I can score abnormally well with next to no class time under my belt ( I went to one class last semester twice, maybe three times--and pulled out with an 81. That was with no working, no studying and no effort. It happens quite often.) However, I'm finding that with that information in mind, I also feel like I'm bored there, because it's so much common sense that I don't think I can bother going to class anymore. If not solely for the fact that I'm bored. Senseless.
It's become more fun to go to work.

Actually. I'd rather be working because these classes are sooooo boring, that I don't understand how people don't just know this stuff.

Anyway, I've adopted a few rats. And, they also hate each other. I mean, like, hate. Sqwomm and a new girl, Calla, just don't get along. At all. Both are the alphas. Both Really don't like each other. Capital there. In fact, I am pretty sure that Calla removed one of Sqwomm's toes in a scuffle. And that is okay, but worrisome. Today I tried a short intro and they were okay. I cleaned their cages and switched them around, too. Hopefully it's okay.

The Housemate Issue

So we have a housemate who's a real ass. I mean, prime donkey cuts here. So, today I decided that I'd respond by embarrassing him. I shan't leave his name, since that might be construed as illegal, but shall hereby call him the code name Strebor Werdna. (Anyone have a mirror nearby?)
So, this morning he was talking about a breakfast of champions, and when I finally woke up enough my boyfriend texted me back saying that chances were his champion breakfast was probably either pot or beer. Go figure.
So he got ready to go:


Yes. That is shaved hair.
And With the amount of it on the tub, sink, floor and tub mat, I'd assume he shaves. Everywhere. Euw.
Then he leaves it all over because he's a dirty little... (insert name here).
And, he walked into the house early this morning and left these:

That's his door there. And those are muddy shoe prints.
Now, this is nothing, really. I should have been keeping a video diary of his assholishness. I just never thought about it now. Oh well. Attachment of camera to hip.

Time to get around to placing water on the floor by his door so that he gets the picture. Maybe he'll learn that he's a pig.

A Note for the movie theatre company in Canada:

Dearest owner of the movie theatre:
I am writing to complain about the lack of intelligence in your placement and pricing of theatres around Ontario. You see, while I am from Peterborough and the one theatre there is a Galaxy (admission being 9.99 for an adult and 7.99 for a child under thirteen), once I return to where my family is, they only have Famous Players. I do not like Famous Players theatres. They are always dirty, my feet stick to the floor when I go in, and my head has to rest on the lice-infested chair back.
If you could just cut the damn chair tops off and stop spending money on retarded teenagers who can't wash a floor, maybe you could lower the price of your admission the dollar difference between the good, Galaxy ticket and the crappy Famous Players tickets.
Besides that, your pricing difference is ridiculous, considering that we did have a Ciniplex Odeon, but you decided to remove it in favour of the extra money that you received for the admission to the "fancy" "grade A" theatre.
I thank you for deciding quantity over quality, and have therefore decided to buy an old movie theatre and blanket price all admissions at 7.99, and forever download movies in order to screw you out of stealing any of my money ever, ever again: Sincerely,
Nifzeta.

November 1, 2009

Today is the first day of NANOWRIMO but I worked all day, and then I figured out my Avon stuff, and now I'm sitting here. I should also be doing my lab stuff for school, but you know, I won't do it until tomorrow since it's due Tuesday.
Anwyay. Update on the depression: I think it is caused by the pills I was taking (TriCyclen lo) so I've switched them around. I went to see my doctor about it and he said it may even be genetic, so now at least he's aware that I was brutally depressed.

And now, as I sit and watch Meat Loaf: 3 Bats Live (which is concert footage from London, ON, like two shows before I saw it in concert (I was at the Hamilton concert)), I wonder if anyone has ever noticed him pounding on the guitarist's arm in the Out of the Frying Pan song.
It's during the solo by the guitarist, and I understand that you know, the guitarist is soloing and real crazy solos can go on forever, but I mean... he was really wailing and looked right pissed off about something.
I was just like.... Wow. Meat Loaf looks like a dick right there. I really hope there's some sort of inside joke or something between the two of them, because I mean, yeah... Meat's playing a concert of his own, but man... what happens when you take away the actual music? They are playing the stuff that he's singing along to.
I hope he's not pounding on the guy's arm because he's like, pissed that the guy has a solo. I'd be kind of saddened by that if it were true. I mean, how many times does Meat get to wander around the stage talking and being the centre of the whole show? And then this guy gets his two minutes and Meat pounds on his arm?
Please, somebody tell me otherwise. I mean, I'm not gonna stop listening to the awesomeness that is Meat Loaf+Jim Steinman combined, nor will I sell back my other Meat Loaf CDs, like Bad Attitude or Welcome to the Neighbourhood (yeah, that's right. I have them too. He's got some other music that's actually pretty good, that I'm pretty sure Steinman had no hand in. It doesn't sound like his Bat albums though, not really, but they mostly stay with the young teenager kind of angsty topics.)
I would advise you listen to them before you say you're a fan of Meat Loaf, because there's a difference between liking his BOOH I, II and III albums and Meat Loaf as a singer.
Seriously.

Oct 7 2009

Not that anyone cares, but I think I have a severe case of depression that has been getting worse since I was in grade eleven. I think that it really kicked in when I was in grade 12. I can't stand being around people anymore, but when I'm by myself I can't help but just cry, and think about how screwed up I am. And then, here's the kicker: it makes me feel bad that people that I know end up getting hurt by me, so I go off alone and it gets worse. They shouldn't have to deal with this.
I can't be positive, it just won't work. I just can't. There can be nothing positive in a world where everything is so messed up. And every time I do wake up in a good mood, one tiny little thing just pisses me off so much that I can't even do anything and I stay at home in my basement by myself.
Here's the worst part: I don't want to go to a doctor about it because they'll just say: "be more positive" which is the most stupid thing I've ever heard by someone trying to help.
If I could, I would. Unfortunately I've not seen anything to award being positive to. It just screws you and sets you up to fail again. Sets you up to be used, be screwed, be more unhappy in the long run.
I'm not suicidal, but I wish that someone would kill me. I wish I could die in a fire or something, so no one would know my problems and I would just not have to deal with them anymore. The death would be accidental and no one I know would be hurt by me.
I just don't like being alive anymore. I can't find any goals to be interested in. Every time I like something, something goes wrong and my patience is so stretched that stupid things like my boyfriend's freezer causing my drumstick ice cream to melt makes me angry enough to just go buy more.
And him trying to help isn't helping, it's just making me more depressed because both of us just get more angry with each other and it's one more thing that I lose that I wanted.
I hate myself.

Sept., 28, 2009

I am so looking forward to November, for Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month). I was driving my car the other day, and was like... OMGosh! It's totally September! That means that next month is October! And I haven't even thought about any new novel ideas.
So I spent the next twenty minutes thinking about what kind of story I was going to write.
I have no idea.
I'm completely out.
Except for a few snippets of little tantalizing characterization, except for a few little bits and pieces, I really don't know.
And, the story that I had been writing hit a point way, way waaaaaaaaaaay too quickly and I got kind of... stopped. I wasn't sure about if I'd like the story to go that way. So I've written three more chapters than I have published on fictionpress...
But I can't!
Other than that, I'm fighting something that I've concocted in my life again; I suppose I'm good at causing problems. Once again, out of the frying pan and into the fire...
My next decision will be a: Better the devil you know than the devil you don't. Right?

September 26th, 2009

Well, I haven't got too much to complain about, really. I'd like to make a social commentary, and say that in response to the "Pride Parade" that is floating through downtown today, I am slightly offended.
I'm not gay, and if you're gay, I'm happy for you. Congratulations for finding a gender to be with.
Now, why can't I have a "I'm straight, celebrate!" poster and a parade to go along with it, being sure that I'd be accepted by the differently-oriented persons?
Makes me think that maybe our world is a little skewed, here.
Ps: I made stew. MMM.... stew.

...Freakin' awesome tasting. Just like my mummy makes.

August 08, 2009

You know, I try really, really hard sometimes. In a lot. I try really hard to make people happy. I try really hard to keep my car fixed, my computer running.
I try to be everything I`m supposed to be--which if you look at current female role models, it`s fricken impossible. I have to keep everything clean and cook because, well, female. I also have to be independent enough to have a job, live on my own, be going to school and own a vehicle. These two things do not readily mesh. I think I`m at the point where I give up. I don`t even care about anything anymore because I just can`t.
I was picking up my boyfriend from work today--he doesn`t drive, doesn`t have a car and is really not attempting to have either-- and he has this annoying tendency to TEXT me where he is so I can come get him. Like a taxi. Only... better... he moves while I`m driving. I`ll be one place, and he`ll be like `` okay. passing the mall. `` and then like `` passing the beer store``. Now, if you drive, you know it`s damn near impossible to read a text and drive safely at one in the morning while it``s ligtly misting on your car`s windshield. Yes.
I can`t believe it. I have told him about it two nights in a row, and I am getting a little miffed. And then he has the audacity to yell at me and say ``I can imagine you`re wondering why I`m mad!` Yeah. `cause me yelling wouldn`t have angered you. so now he`s angry at me for being angry at him, my car`s brakes are rapidly failing, I don`t have a job, I`m only a mediocre student and I`m not even back on the stupid varsity rugby team because it`s ìnvitation only`.
Yay.
And now my blog is going wonky and every bit of random little signs and signals are screwing up. Or maybe there`s been a new virus for Windows 7 installed on my computer....
Joy, joy, the world sure does run nicely.

August 07, 09

Well, short week, I suppose. Not too much to say. I am missing girlie-girls, immensely. Sadly, being around people who aren't so into things that I am is beginning to take a toll on me. I mean, I can only look like a guy for so long.
But, I guess that's the price of leaving childhood lady-friends at home and hooking up at school with a guy you actually kind of like. I spend the majority of my time sitting in my house. I'm not saying I couldn't go out, I'm saying that the girls I know here where my school is are not the most... makeup-adoring people. Then again...
Well, I offered one of my closest friends up here a night of girly mayhem and she replied with an "Only if there's a horror movie on so I don't feel totally stupid".
Could it be that perhaps I have discovered that I actually kinda like the girly things in life a little and miss them when they're gone? Yes.
Sometimes... I dunno.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to find some new friends who I can be close to, but then... I don't know. Then I trust them and then they like, steal my food and cutlery and stuff.
Yeah. living with people isn't the greatest way to go. Don't live in dorm, but don't live in a house with a large sum of people either. Unless they're all clones of you or you're ready to clean after five of them because you'd like space to shower/pee/eat/clean dishes/do anything other than sleep...
yeah. Definitely one of the hardest summers of my life.
And I still don't even have a job. GT tomorrow, I think; dollar stores, too.
well, I'm going to work on playing with nails and colours and let you guys in on how I've done them in the new future. It should be cool, ish.
More or less.
:D

August 4th, 2009

Well, with any luck I will be back in school in September, and to tell you the truth, I'm looking forward to it. I'm kind of bored with a summer that's close to four and a half months.
Rugby this year has been classified as an "invitation only" so I have no chance of making a team this year... Not many rookies did. Too bad for us. The rookies who did make it were ridiculously good. I'm okay with that. I'm going to play baseball now, and hopefully work too.
Furthermore I'm now a business student. Yay! And I found out that I can't go on to second year courses unless I do the first year course-ADMN 100- that I missed. But I have an accounting 100 so I'm good for that one at least. It just puts my schooling a full year behind, by the end of this one it will be about two.
My house is unhappy to be in so I spend the majority of my time at my boyfriend's.
And hopefully soon I will be employed.
Maybe.

June 17 2009

So, I'm beginning to wonder if anyone else is looking forward to 2012 being as disappointing as Y2K was? I mean, logically, unless in the next two years the earth decides to spiral out of its orbit around the sun because we launch a few too many space shuttles made out of materials that we mined from the centre of Earth and threw off it's weight required to float around the sun in its balance of weight and speed, then why would the earth destruct and kill every living thing on it?
The likelihood of it happening is beyond ridiculously low, and seriously:
The Mayans probably wrote all sorts of interesting stories about inexplicable things like creation and recreation of the world. Luckily for us, we have examples of these stories throughout time: look at the bible. It's been around for a few thousand years.
It's also told of the coming of someone important for a long time now, and unless he's lost somewhere, I'm pretty sure it's not gonna happen. But I mean, believing in two different religions at the same time must be a really neat plan. Because technically, that's all this Mayan crap is. Just another religion.
At least the illogical beings are admitting that someone else may have been more intelligent now. Too bad they couldn't just give up and help us work on looking at archaeology or genetic evolution as some of the people are intelligent enough to work out missing details about, oh, I don't know: Darwin's work? Theory of Evolution? Ring a bell?

June 7 2009

Well, I'm living away from school now. :D I am officially in a house in the city that my school resides that is different from the one I had originally planned and written about. In fact, it is fairly different. For one thing, there was an awful horrible death in the room beside the front room... well. I mean, any death is awful and horrible, right?

And so now, I swear I can hear people talking on occasion, but if the windows are open I generally assume it was someone outside. Yesterday I'm fairly sure that I had seen someone who wasn't there walk up the stairs at the front where my vacuum routinely gives out as the engine does... something? I don't know. I still haven't figured out why my vacuum keeps having engine problems in the front hall while vacuuming the front mat and stairs.

Now, in this new house, I have two rooms. I have a room upstairs, which is the tiny room. I also have a room in the basement. It is the awesome room. I painted that one myself. I'm very proud of all the work I've done in this house. When I got here, there had originally been five people--one of which was a girl who claims to be semi-clean.

When I got here, there were piles of bug-ridden dishes on the kitchen surfaces; the back (I call them slave) staircase was covered with a sticky dust that was about an inch thick; the basement had been a grow-op, and I was surprised to see that the other half of the basement was regarded as a dumping ground by the previous tenants.

So, I've cleaned the kitchen, and the stairs and the bathroom; the front room has also been changed to remove dead plants, the rooms that I live in are cleaned and my landlord removed the trash from the basement and I used his shop vac to remove a year's collection of dirt, animal skin and dried pot leaves from the corners. (If you need me/I'll be downstairs/with the shop vac/you can call but I probably won't hear you/'cause it's loud with the shop vac on...)

Anyway, so after moving in and realizing that I'm slightly anal with the cleaning, I've also begun to embrace it. Yeah, so I like the house to be presentable (at least, the house that others will see. My rooms are still a mess with boxes everywhere, but I've cleaned and vacuumed those more than once, too.)

Still, I'm exasperated to learn that cats smell. Like, I don't know if it's just semi-unclean litter boxes or whether it's the cat itself, but let me tell you: my rats smell prettier.

Right. Rats. :D

Anyway I figure I've said enough.

March 3, 2009

White Horse-Taylor Swift

Yep, so I've realized that Taylor Swift has a song on her album, Fearless, for just about any possible feeling a girl about my age could possibly be exhibiting. Yay! I'm not alone in the world!

I wonder, though, if it's not on purpose. I mean, why else would I read random blogs depending on my mood? Why else would I write a blog that identifies what I'm feeling?

7 Things-Miley Cyrus

I mean, seriously. Let's look at these songs. Where am I in my daily life? Why else do we have entire websites dedicated to music and playlists referring to any given mood that any person could possibly want to be in!

Movies, too, are important as we have to use other things to evaluate our own lives... and feel normal. So I wonder: is it better that we have examples to live by, or is it a negative thing?

February 24, 2009

So, I finally found a fifth for the house (hereafter, generally referred to as 'my house' even though it's technically not) that the group of me and my friends are renting. For the most part, life's pretty good right now. It's like, just, even. Once in a while a terrible thing comes along, but sometimes, good also comes from it.
Short update today, really. Kinda jittery from the coffee I drank...it's sad 'cause it was only a double-double.
Also: I found ebay. It. Is. Awesome.
But I'll be spending money on there if I am not careful.
On the plus side, I'll get more crap!
Whoo!
Ooh, and I ordered the new charger for my battery. Yay!

February 17th, 2009

I realized today, that I have different views about a few really big things that might eventually come into play in my life.

It all started while I was watching "Without a Trace".

First, I thought that if I knew someone that I was close to who was receiving treatment for something that it would be unfair to push them to the extent of 'against their will'. For example religious reasons--with the exception of a child who was under the age of majority, and below the age of wherever I was legally, because that child should not be denied any treatment because of a parent's religion and beliefs. The child should be free to make decisions after the age of majority, when they are old enough to understand the consequences of their actions, by law.

Then, while I was thinking, I was trying to figure out what would have happened if I had pursued becoming a doctor. As a doctor, I would push to give the patients the treatment that they needed as long as the pros outweighed the cons, because why shouldn't something that can be helped, be helped?

And then, I was thinking that as a person, I would want my mother to have what she wanted, whether that was life or death.

Which led me to think about helping a person commit suicide, which I entirely disagree with, seeing as I can't comprehend suicide, because to me I have been raised to be disgusted by suicide. There is always worth in someone, regardless of their situation... or was there?

Is there? Can a pedophile ever be forgiven for what he or she has done? 

Can a person who murdered a close family member ever be forgiven, or accepted?

No. 

Not by me. They would deserve to be punished in the exact same manner that they caused the problem. If they killed, kill them.

And then: I could never banish someone to death. No, not those murderers, not someone who raped children. Life is precious. And if I were to kill them for killing someone of mine, it would be nothing compared to the guilt that they could suffer for the rest of their natural lives, if they were to know me. It would be a fate worse than death, perhaps instilling a need for suicide in them. 

Which would be fine by me.

But would they suffer guilt? Perhaps they were raised to think that they had the right to take a life? The guilt would never occur. Then, then I would vote for the death sentence.

And all of this filtered into: I really have a very skewed view of my own beliefs. I don't really know what I would do in any situation, because it depended on the situation; on the balance of outcomes. 

And I blame it on being Canadian, and watching American shows, and having certain beliefs. I believe, sometimes, an eye for an eye, but the school system says walk away, give everyone a chance. Believe in people. Even the bad guys have a reason to do what they do. 

Yet, no one has ever proved that pedophiles are acting the way they do for any reason; there's never been proof that like physical or emotional abuse, that there's a background reason for their actions.

Not to my knowledge anyway. Maybe I should search a little more into the subject, before I make assumptions.

So, I am left with the really confused section of thoughts: Who is right, and who is ever wrong if they are so easily swayed depending on environment, consequential proof, personal beliefs, morals of surroundings and a past? 

No one, and everyone, I suppose.

Another one of those 'everything is relative' things. Right and wrong are only right and wrong when a person believes them as such, and only by that person...

So how do we know that all of our laws are right?

February 15, 2009

So, yesterday was Valentine's Day. Yes, yes, love to anyone who needs it. Don't go killing yourself because no one wanted to be your valentine. They're not worth it anyway. You're better than they are.

Anyway, I'm sure that there's some Saint somewhwere going "aaahhhh... it's always about the chocolate". I wonder... was the person obsessed with cocoa beans? Why is there chocolate involved? Seriously...
I actually had to stop and think about this.
There are so many holidays in the Western world that involve things that we aren't supposed to be eating, or drinking, or doing... Nearly one a month. Holidays like April Fool's day, which aren't about doing things that we Westerners won't usually do (for health reasons, or because of our ingrained phobias of gaining weight and looking...fat...) aren't celebrated as widely, nor are they as... economically based?
Heh. How about that. I mean, how could anyone possibly turn a day like that day in August which is some sort of civic holiday. I can't even imagine the Sears posters up around the store:
"It's that day in August again! Save 2% on all fashions that are previously red tagged and also on the clearance racks!"
"TSITACH: Thank Sears It's The August Civic Holiday"
And heck, we might as well even find someone's name to throw in on the civic holiday...
I know...
August Civic Holiday (ACH): Nifzeta finished chapter six in the Aeneid Day!

Well, hey! If the governments and companies can do it for crappy days like Valentines day that really don't mean much or even have a significant background related to what the day is (Seriously guys, do you really only love your girlfriends once a year??? I mean, come on. And ladies: Why do you expect anything from him? What day does he have to get stuff from you? I mean, he does NOT want that teddy bear, regardless of the fact that he just said it's the cutest thing he's ever gotten, because you'll turn your back and he'll take it off the middle of the pillow you just laid it on, and then toss it into the pile of them that you've gotten for him since you two started dating.)

No, the best day I've ever heard of is Steak and a Blow Job Day (March 14th) (Facebook Group since the website was not... quite... 14A. : http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2245265187). Now there, right there, is a great holiday. And if we're going to be forced to observe the pitiful Valentine's day every year, then Steak and a Blow Job Day should also be observed.
It's only fair.
If the ladies expect a day all for them full of diamonds and chocolate and teddies and cards... men get a day of this.

And ladies (or men): Before you say anything to me: I am female. I am straight. And I have a boyfriend. I have never liked Valentine's day, either when I was single or not. I have never liked that holidays are so obsessed with economic value.
And I certainly do not wish that people should celebrate anything out of the peer punishment received if they avoid the celebration.

Which is what has really set me off in the first place.
Valentine's day, if it is celebrated, should be about love. First and foremost. I'm not saying go out and get laid, which I'm sure was a mantra of about half the sixteen year olds in every high school around where I was yesterday. I mean, think about what love means to you.
What does it mean to you?
Is it more important than other things? Less important?

Good. Now that you have thought about that, think about this: If it's more important than other things, why do you not celebrate it more often?
Why are you suckered into giving a gift to someone only on one specific day of the year, when it's expected? And how does that really show you care? Because you... pulled out your MasterCard or your Visa or your Debit or your cash and you handed it over to some kid behind the counter, selling half-dead (or possibly very nice, if you skipped work or other responsibilities)?

Every day is a good day to tell someone you love them. Every day is a good day to show someone you care. Every day, not just February the fourteenth, should be a day of celebrating the care that you have for others. Parents, significant others, friends, siblings, or any other acquaintance that you feel necessary to you should be shown every day that you are respectful of them, that you are thankful to have them, and that you might even, sort of, waaaayyy down deep, kinda sorta might just feel like... maybe...
You think Valentine's day is just a liiiiiiiiiitttllee too worked up by companies to be a good holiday.



...And if you feel that there is no one to love, and no one loves you, remember this: You should love you, because you're better, because you're in your head, and they aren't. Unless they are... in which case, you may need some form of medication, or you need to take out the glass tubing that you thought would be cool to have installed in your own head the other day.
It was a baaaddd idea, dude.
Seriously.

February 3, 2009

I am twenty tomorrow, and I feel old. Other than that, my computer needs to be formatted--again. It has like a six month death worm or something. It blue-screen-of-death'd me this morning. I was NOT happy. On the plus side, I have this awesome mac that I sit and mess around with when the Dell's being a bi... yeah. You know where I'm going with it.

The music that I'm listening to is all over the place since I'm intermittently renaming songs that my iTunes feels it necessary to rename in sets of four letters such as "LHFS" since I put music on my computer from my boyfriend's.

His computer's on the fritz, too.

My car has officially died, poor thing, a product of the temp guage melting, then a head gasket blowing, and some other thing. So, it overheated, blew the head gasket, and it costs more to replace than my car did when we got it. Seeing as the poor car has like, 489000 km on it, I'm going to say that's a hell of a long life, and I'm ready to sell the pieces, (some of which I replaced this summer. My car was fairly expensive for me this summer.)

So, now I'm looking for a new one. A cheap new one, actually.

Volkswagon, anyone? :D I would love one.

Anyway, for real, though, my dad's looking at a standard sunfire. I like them. I've thought they were cute for a while. I like the shape of them, and I like the inside. It also seems like every rugby player that I know drives them. I don't know. They're just a standard rugger car. He's looking at a two-door. Which is cool, too. Not like I need a fifteen door vehicle. There's one of me, and usually one passenger.

I just don't like the buses around here, and it's too cold to leave and stand at a bus stop after like, five at night, because then you freeze some interesting body parts off. Ones that you need.

Anyway, not much else going on. Let's see:

1)broken car

2)homework

3)iTunes and computer being a... yeah.

sounds about right!

Okay, I guess I'm off. Luck be with everyone.

January 18th, 2009

It has been a while since my last update. Sorry... :D

Anyway, I have been looking for a house here in the city that my school is, and as a result I have been a little more preoccupied. I've also decided that passing this semester would be really nice, because my one mark last semester ended up being a little less than passing, and as a result, although my other two marks are higher, I'm still running on a low mark.

What I Got-Sublime

Anyway, I found a house with a few friends, it's a gorgeous older four bedroom that's got a really weird bathroom in a random hallway that once solely led to the basement... but you know. I love the bedrooms where I will be living all the time, too.

Landslide-Dixie Chicks

The house is a bit older, it's a four bedroom, although at this moment in time, there are only three rooms that have people in it. My friend who is the only other girl signed in to live there is staying in her room with her boyfriend, so they're both paying for the one room and then we'll split utilities between as many people as there are living there, which is only currently signed to be four, since my boyfriend didn't want to give a definitive answer until he knows he can go in with us.

Anyway, since my camera battery is dead and the only method of charging it is otherwise undetectable (ahem, at my grandma's I think, from Xmas time), I have sort of drawn you some semblance as to the house layout...

Sin Wagon-Dixie Chicks

There are a few things that I'm not sure about because they don't look right on the drawing to me, and um... yeah. I'm not an architect. Sorry. Also: You might have to save and view separately... Overall in a clockwise direction starting from the far left little sticking out- thingie:

Front porch, staircase/hallway, kitchen and the arrow indicates the freak bathroom which also leads to the basement. Continuing on the first floor which is the first rectangle, down from the kitchen, it connects to the living/dining rooms which are undecided as to which one will be which.

I'm not really sure. The dark black lines are doors leading to outside. Yay. Front and back doors, we have a backyard with which to entertain, and it will be nice.

The next rectangle is the upper floor. So, from the top left: a bedroom which is the smallest and will likely be mine, the stairs coming up, a short hallway with exits toward both the large bathroom and another bathroom, then continuing clockwise we have a bedroom which will probably be my friend and her bf's room, and then a fourth bedroom. In the middle is just a little landing thing.

The basement just looks like a basement that's fairly short, so it's like, normal. It's got the washer, the dryer, and the laundry tub. Apparently it floods sometimes because of the river that runs through the city here.

You know, standard for houses by water.

Anyway. Can you tell how excited I am to move in to it? I'm liking it. We'll have to do some things to it, but I'm in love with it. So much so that I pretty much was just like, let's just take this one. I like this one. Yeah, that's nice, but it's not as good as the first one we saw.

Yeah. Had I been alone, I would have totally signed the lease right there.

Auld Lang Syne-Dropkick Murphys

Wonderful Tonight-Eric Clapton

So, that's mostly what I've been up to lately. That, and school. And, trying to pay for school, and I've been attempting to get a job.

Otherwise, I'd say, I'm doing pretty well.

Yessir, pretty darn well :D

Cocaine-Eric Clapton

December 25th, 2008

Wow, Christmas was really proliferant this year. I got two nutcrackers, and like, 8+4 pairs of socks. It made my life. I also got a keg coffee mug. who doesn't want one of those?
"No, I swear professor, it's just tea!"
Haha. And I got a chair-back that is purple. And apparently, a rugby ball that my mum forgot. Again. :D I have like four now! It's getting awesomer. I have a team's worth of rugby balls, and I will never run out. They're all different, too. It's cool. :D
Umm... School. I've changed my major. I will now go for business. I might look at accounting.
I don't know.
Anyway. Gotta go. Busy, busy day.

December 1, 2008

I have no problems in life right now. My life is perfect.
I don't have any complaints. I'm mostly passing everything in school. I've developed a method for eating in the cafeterias so that I don't puke all over and don't feel sick directly afterwards. I have successfully secured a place in the university. I'm definitely not a rookie, after this year (even though rookie night left me with THREE distinct bruises on my right knee and a scratch on my chin, and I was brought home by a friend on the team who was much, much more sober than I, and she got her boyfriend, and they got mine at my drunken request, but mine didn't mind... or at least that's what he said.) I am content, for the most part, except that I'm heading home for three weeks on the thirteenth from dorm where I have spent every night of the last month with my boyfriend(although we kind of requested of each other that we don't really use those terms because of the pressure that they put on us which is silly because we say it all the time anyway), pretty much. We don't separate a lot. Just when I go to the gym, or when one of us has a class, or goes home, or has a rookie night... and then I come home drunk anyway, and beg for him to come and make me feel warm because I'm freezing.
Anyway, yes. I generally am having a really good life.
I'm semi-passing, I'm not too stressed with so many languages. I don't know how Kichasnano does it, but he'll keep doing it, I'm sure. And I'll be sitting there going, "What does this mean?"
He says "Te amo" alot. I like "Ego te amo" better, and probably will always, simply because it's what I remember. Anyway, in case you didn't catch that, it's latin. "ego" means "I". And the rest should be obvious if you know French/Latin/Spanish.
I think that It's necessary for me to say that as perfect as my life is, I'm not overly happy, and I'm not excessively obsessed with Kichasnano... which, I think, might be healthy. I'm content. I could win the lottery, but I don't know if that would change my life much. I'd move out of dorm, I'd make Christmas awesome and buy everyone really cool presents and pay off their stuff, and I'd pay off school for the next five years. Then I'd get a job and put the rest of the money towards fixing my parents' house and grandparents' house.
Anyway, I'm saying that I'm comfortable, and feel...right.
If I don't say anything till then, Happy Christmas.