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.