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[Nov. 30th, 2009|03:12 am] |
I'm back in Canada, and really don't want to be. Well, not in this city anyways.
Stopped in Thailand and Australia for a couple months on the way home, why not? Saw some amazing sights, did some crazy things, met some incredible people.
Now I'm in debt, unemployed and living with my parents in this godforsaken city in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere.
(And the Riders lost the Grey Cup by 1 point on a technicality tonight). (Bummer).
I'm scared shitless of taking the 'next step', but I don't want to get stuck in a rut here.
... and to top it all off, I left a peice of my soul in Ireland, hope I'll be able to function properly without it, because right now I'm having my doubts.
God I miss those guys, those streets, that city. |
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| jesus... |
[Apr. 11th, 2009|03:47 am] |
If I thought I was lost before, then I don't know where the hell I am now.
Time for a change, I think. |
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| I'm alive... |
[Oct. 24th, 2008|03:52 pm] |
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... and getting settled in Dublin. The past month I've moved in with some awesome Irish housemates, gotten a shitload of paperwork sorted out (taxes, banks, etc), spent some ridiculous moments searching for work, interviewing, yada yada yada, and finally found a decent job at a pub in the city centre. Not to mention getting drunk (tho mostly on the weekends) with my housemates and a few new people from Canada and elsewhere I've met along the way.
Thought I wanted to update, but now I've thought better of it. Maybe another time, maybe I'm too old for this shit. |
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| Losing it. |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|10:59 pm] |
I'm losing it. Someone in my position should feel elated, excited, maybe a little anxious. Not how I feel.... sad? Lonely? And I haven't even left yet.
I hope to god it's just a 'comming to the end of a chapter' nostalgia feeling I'm experiencing. A temporary thing. Like when I moved out of my basement suite a couple weeks ago, I was super emotional about it. My little space that I had made into my own and called a home for the past year. But now the thought of going back and living there is not appealing to me at all. I don't miss it.
Today the thing that spurred this emotion was going into work to pick up my grats from the weddings I worked. Probably the last time I'll ever go in there. Sort of said goodbye to some people, but not really. No one seems to care, aside from a few.
I just want to cry. |
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| NICK YOU FUCKTARD |
[Sep. 15th, 2008|12:53 am] |
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How fucking hard is it to read a timecard???? How did you not notice I'm missing 37 fucking hours off of last month's paycheck??? When I worked there 6 days a week and I only ever booked off ONE day all summer?!?!!?
GROW A BRAIN YOU FUCKING MORON.
I really need that money. NOW, not next month, when the next paychecks go through.
Fuck your mother. |
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| It's go time. |
[Aug. 25th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
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I'm moving to Dublin on September 22nd. I plan on being gone for a year. I have my plane tickets, travel insurance and working visa all paid for.
I'm packing up my little basement suite and moving back in with the parents on Saturday. Then three weeks later, I'll pack up enough to fit in a large suitcase and a small carry-on before I leave this country. For a year.... unless I love it over there, and then who knows?? Maybe I'll never come back.
I've got to figure out banking details, I've got to find a job and a place to live once I get there. I've got to navigate a foreign city all by myself, mind you, with the help from the SWAP/USIT agency that's helping me organize this.
Each second to the next, I go from being excited to terrified to anxious, so unbearably sad and worried. Rinse and repeat.
It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine, this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
It'll be fine, I'll be fine. I'm going to love it over there, right? I don't know what to think anymore. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
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Every now and then it's good to take a step back... a big step back and re-evaluate everything. Everything.
This summer has gotten real ugly. Lots of immature bullshit. And as much as I bitch about everybody else getting involved in it, I have to take a good look at myself and realize that I'm not exactly exempt from it all. I've done my fair share of crap. Talking and scheming and just plain old bullshit. Even though I keep a lot of it to myself, it's consumed a lot of my thoughts for the past month, at least. I'm a little more than ashamed of myself, at this realization.
It's just not worth it. It's not worth being miserable over. I'm too old for this shit. I'm WAY too old for this shit.
Of course, like i've said before, normally if I feel like I've been wronged by a person, or group of people, then I simply distance myself from those people. I remove myself from the situtation, and that's basically my "fuck you" to them. You know? Like, it's not worth it, you're not even worth my time or effort. But this time I can't escape it. I've been trying to escape it, and I can't, because this time, it's the people I work with, and our summer staff is so small that I work with essentially the same group of people every. day.
Is that an excuse? A cope out? Maybe. Probably. Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I am so over this.
September 13th is my last day of work, and it cannot come soon enough. I am so. over. this. |
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| This is the most disturbing shit I think I have ever heard of...... |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|06:33 pm] |
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Beheading nightmare on Greyhound Man repeatedly stabs passenger, decapitates him in front of others
Aug 01, 2008 04:30 AM WESTERN CANADA BUREAU CHIEFRCMP investigators say they have no idea why a passenger on a Greyhound bus suddenly attacked a sleeping man beside him, and then stabbed and beheaded the victim in front of horrified witnesses. The suspect allegedly attacked the passenger while the two men sat in the back of the Greyhound around 8:30 p.m. Wednesday as the bus headed to Winnipeg. Garnet Caton, who was sitting in front of the victim and the suspect, said he was reading when he suddenly heard a blood-curdling scream. "It was like something between a dog howling and a baby crying," said Caton. "I don't think it will leave me for a while." Caton, travelling to Montreal from Peace River, Alta., said he rushed to get the driver to stop after he saw the attacker repeatedly stab the victim, who appeared to be about 19, with what he described as a "Rambo" type knife. CTV Winnipeg reported late last night that the victim's name was Tim MacLean. He had reportedly boarded the bus in Edmonton. No words had been exchanged between the victim, who was wearing headphones, and his attacker before the stabbing while the bus was travelling on the Trans-Canada Highway shortly after leaving Portage la Prairie, Man. The Greyhound bus carrying 37 passengers had left Edmonton earlier that day. The suspect boarded in Brandon, Man., and sat near the front but shortly moved to the back as the bus headed toward Portage la Prairie. Most of the other passengers were engrossed in the video being played on screens. Caton, 26, said the attacker was about 6 feet tall, weighed approximately 200 pounds. He had a shaved head, wore a black T-shirt and kept his sunglasses on in the dark bus during the entire time of the attack. The driver pulled over to the side of the highway and passengers rushed off the bus as the bloody attack continued. Caton said the suspect was standing up and repeatedly stabbed the victim in the chest and neck area. "There was no rage or, or anything. He was just like a robot stabbing the guy," said Caton. A passing truck driver saw passengers rushing off the bus and stopped to help. Caton said the truck driver, the bus driver and he boarded the bus to see if they could rescue the man being attacked. Once on board, they saw the attacker decapitating the victim and carving up his body. The suspect then rushed them from the back of the bus but the trio were able to escape. They tried to close the door behind them but the man's arm became trapped in it. The suspect, still wielding his knife, attempted to slash at the three men before he finally pulled his arm back in. Then, as the shocked passengers watched, the attacker went to the back of the bus and returned holding the victim's head in one hand. "He went back and brought the head to the front and pretty much, you know, displayed it to us like that and then dropped it on the ground in front of us," said Caton. "Very calmly, all very calmly, he was wearing sunglasses and like, you know, it was no big deal to him." A police source told the Winnipeg Free Press the man was seen to consume some of the victim's flesh. Police arrived within 10 minutes and surrounded the bus. RCMP Staff Sgt. Steve Colwell said a standoff between officers and the suspect ended five hours after the stabbing when the suspect tried to jump through a broken window. The 40-year-old man, who police would only say was from out of province, was arrested. Medical examiners remained at the crime scene yesterday. Yesterday, the passengers gave statements to the RCMP and were taken by another Greyhound bus to Winnipeg, where senior managers from the bus company helped them with their travel arrangements. Some of the passengers appeared teary-eyed, while others looked as if they were still in shock as they boarded the bus. One young boy clutched a new-looking teddy bear to his chest as he climbed the stairs. Eric Wesley, a spokesperson for Greyhound Bus at the company's head office in Dallas, said there are security checks in the United States. "We do random wanding at our terminals in the U.S. but we don't have that procedure in Canada," he said. Public Safety Minister Stockwell Day said it would be hard to introduce the same screening at bus stations that airline passengers face, but he didn't rule out an examination of bus security. With files from Bruce Campion-Smith and The Canadian Press
'He was just like a robot stabbing the guy'
A transcript of an interview with Garnet Caton, who witnessed a man Wednesday night repeatedly stab then behead a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus in Manitoba: "He put his bags in the overhead compartment. He didn't say a word to anybody. He seemed totally normal. He had sunglasses on. He sat down. And then, about a half an hour later, we heard this blood-curdling scream and turned around and the guy was standing up, stabbing this guy repeatedly, repeatedly, like, I dunno, must have been 40, 50 times in the neck and in the chest area. When he was attacking him, he was calm as like, it was like he was at the beach. He (was) totally calm, he didn't say anything. There was no rage or, or anything. He was just like a robot stabbing the guy. "We exited the bus. Everybody got off the bus. But a few of us, me and the trucker and one of the Greyhound drivers, went back on the bus to go see what was going on and that's when we saw ... he had the guy on the ground, he was cutting his head off and pretty much gutting him." "That trucker ... he had a crowbar and we ran and got a hammer and stuff. Me and the other bus driver, there, tried to guard the door; put our bodies up against the door and, you know, waiting for him to come out and whatnot." "And he went back and brought the head to the front and pretty much, you know, displayed it to us like that and then dropped it on the ground in front of us. Very calmly, all very calmly, he was wearing sunglasses and like, you know, it was no big deal to him." The Canadian Press |
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| Real World hollywood reunion special...... why do I watch this crap??? |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
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This made me laugh really really reallllly hard, but also serves as a source of inspiration......
Kudos, Will, next time someone is giving me a hard time, I'll just make a face like this and all my problems will (hopefully) go away!
- The wonky eye is a nice touch.
Seriously killing myself laughing here....... |
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| LAUREN... |
[Jul. 20th, 2008|09:37 pm] |
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...because I just saw your facebook wall-to-wall, and because I can't really respond to it there, without sounding like a total bitch...
Go ahead and EXPLODE, if you think things at work are so . . . . . . DUMB
Seriously. Cease to exist, and I swear to god, I'll forget that you I even knew you, in a matter of days....................
You're not as important as you think you are. |
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| Today is a better day. |
[Jul. 12th, 2008|12:31 pm] |
And last night at Lyd's was a better night... though many things are still the same. Issues still need to be resolved. But Angela is back in town, and Jordan has been updating me on his travels. And, in the end, everything's going to be ok.
So I felt like doing this thing and took these pictures before going out last night......
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I was tagged by </a>![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hey_lamppost
Rules :
1. Take a picture of your bag
2. Now dump everything out and neatly adjust them, and take a picture
3. Talk about the items inside. Detail
4. Tag 6 people. (don't tag the person that was already tagged)
I tag jnphotos, mockingbirddd, godlikespong, and beamerxl
because they're the only lj friends I have on here that still update somewhat regularily. I doubt any will actually do it. I don't really care.
So here goes:
My Work / School Bag:
The contents of that bag: (numbered quite hastily, clockwise spiraling inwards)...
1. My very very dirty apron for work
2. My choice selection of antacids... tums and rolaids. I get indigestion and heart burn like crazy.
3. Deoderant. I've come to keeping it my bag at all times, for re-applications at work during long shifts and especially now that the patio is open. It gets very hot out there.
4. Granola bars that I've been buying in these bulk packs for 11 bucks. Usually my breakfast, usually eaten in haste at work. I often have some left over from the day before, but every morning I throw a couple new ones in again anyways, which results in excess, thus the reason for me finding two in there just now.
5. My emergency stash of tampons and pads. Enough said.
6. A pair of little stocking meant to wear with flats, the only type of shoes I wear at work. I seldom use them anymore, too hot out. In the winter they were a godsend, and helped alieviate the growing stench of my work shoes.
7. My growing collection of spare change... usually the extra stuff I don't want to lug around in my apron. I don't usually carry anything smaller than quarters on me.
8. Tic tacs. Mom gave us these holiday packs of them for Christmas, as part of our stockings. (yes, we still get stockings, and no I'm not ashamed). It's taking me forever to get through them. I'm not really big on Tic Tacs.
9. My old high school padlock. I've been using it for the lockers at the gym I go to.
10. My poor broken cell phone. Yes, that's a hair elastic holding it together.
11. Makeup essentials that I carry with me everywhere.
12. A tiny stapler, left over from my school days. It comes in handy when the stapler at work goes missing into the manager's office, which occurs about once every day.
13. A broken Constantines button from the show a few weeks ago. Not sure why I even bought it, I wasn't too impressed with their performance and thier fall-down-drunk bassist.
14. Signs I made to dissuade people from taking tables from the upper portion of our patio (which is usually closed, for lack of enough servers to serve up there) and moving them to the bottom area, which we serve on a regular basis. This was the result of a very shitty day where customers moved around EVERYTHING without asking, and I had to serve twice as many tables during the lunch rush as I was supposed to... fucking idiots. If we tell you that we don't have enough staff to serve those tables, then moving them to a different area of the patio isn't going to make a new server magically appear out of thin air. fucking douchbags.
15. A highlighter, left over from my school days. And that CIP exam I wrote in May, I guess.
16. Body spray. It stays in there on a permanent basis for the same reasons as #3.
17. Advil. It stays in there on a permanent basis for the samse reasons as #5 and #14.
18. A little case my mom gave me, meant to carry your important cards. Right now it contains a copy card for the photocopiers that has about 2 bucks left on it, my gym membership card, my student card which is used for bus fare, and the key to my bike lock.
Done.
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[Jul. 11th, 2008|08:55 pm] |
I could scream. I don't even know what I'm so pissed off about, why this day was such shit, but it just was.
I just want some answers.
I just want to know what the fuck I did wrong, what I did to deserve being treated like this. I'm not even sure if "like this" is even anything, or just all in my head. Maybe I'm imagining everyone being so messed up towards me. Paranoia. I would just go to bed early if the landlady didn't have a bunch of her fucking hippie friends upstairs. I could sleep for days.
I just want to scream until my throat bleeds. |
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| New Game Plan |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
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Screw South East Asia. Things aren't comming together, everything just isn't fitting together right and it doesn't feel like a good move at this point in time. Jen is all over the place, and pissed me off (for other reasons as well) the last time we got together to "discuss travel plans"... which, it turns out, she had no intention of really doing... nothing had changed, it was fustrating and stupid and a waste of my time. And Leigh and Mulder are not exactly on board with me joining up with them in Austraila in October, (or now, it seems to be November?) anymore. Subtle work drama and clicki-ness. We're all friends, really, but there's so much talking and talking and talking behind everyone's backs. I can't take it anymore, I haven't felt like this since like grade 10. Everyone is so quick to judge and so quick to anger about the dumbest shit... not to say that my last post was unwarrented. I totally had a right to be pissed, off, but I did't spend ALL afternoon talking to EVERYONE THAT WOULD listen about it. I vented once, to a couple people that were at the cutlery-rolling "party" with me, and that was that. A two second rant and I let it go, until I got home and screamed in this journal.
It's like, A and B will talk about C for about 20 minutes. Then B will leave, and C will sit down and A and C will talk about B for 20 minutes. And then A will go home, and B and C will talk about A for the rest of the goddammed afternoon. And like I said, we're all friends, we hang out all the time outside of work, and at the beach Vollyball games every monday evening we all hang around for hours afterwards drinking and stuff. Things are just fucked. And I'm so sick and tired of it. So I've stopped talking alot when the gossiping is happening, which means I'm sure that when I didn't want to stay to work late today, and got out of there as soon as I could, they were all probably like "OMG, what's up with HER?!? She didn't even agree with EVERY stupid dumbfuck peice of bullshit that spilled out of these gaping holes we call mouths!!!!#$%#!!21!!"
So maybe I'm getting a little bitter too, lol.
And I just miss other people so much. Angela was back for a week, but now she's gone until July 7th again. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. At least she hates her job too, at the moment? I know, horrible way to think, but it comforts me to know that someone close to me is not 100% content at the moment either.
But we DO have fun. The show last Friday was good times, awesome dancing and all. The crazy trippy walk home afterwards was also fun. Drinking after Volleyball is good every week. The lunchours when we all make good money are great. The Volleyball "practice" and afterparty on Sunday was a good time. I went to BareAss beach today by myself to read after work, which was... alright. There's hardly any "beach / sandbars" this year, the river's so high. Oh well. Went to a show at Lydia's on Tuesday with Nicole from work to see "Hey Rosetta". Apparently the next big thing... the band that, in a couple of years we'll be able to say that we saw them before they were huge. Apparently, anyways. I liked them enough, bought a CD.
But anyways, I've decided to move to Ireland. Dublin, to be exact. , I'm applying for a one year working Visa through this SWAP (students working abroad program) Program. I'm going to live and work there for about 6 months, starting in mid/late September. Then, in the spring I'm going to travel across Europe. Probably just get a serving job in Dublin, although I've been looking into professional level internships in the Urban Planning field. Unfortunately, I think I've waited too long to get any internships, but we'll see. I think it's supposed to be crazy expensive to live there, but it's what I want.
This is what I'm going to do. I'm excited that I have a plan. I realize now that I always need a plan, even if in the short-term, otherwise my mood goes to shit. I was getting panicky for a while, but now I feel energized. Europe, here I come.
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| This is what was building up inside me at work all day long...... |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|06:50 pm] |
FUCK YOU, RAJ!!!!!
Ok, I feel much better now. Hope to god he doesn't show up tonight, I couldn't take it. I'd probably get drunk and tell him off for trying to tell me and everyone else what to do ALL day long, EVERY day.
No. Seriously. Fuck you, Raj. I've served there longer than you, so don't even start with me. You shall now be known as Janelle 2.
Boo-ya. |
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| "BOOKSHELVES!!" |
[Jun. 8th, 2008|01:30 pm] |
I'm reading a book right now called And Then We Came To The End by Joshua Ferris. It's fucking hilarious. It's like Office Space and the Office combined, just a rambling fictional narrative of the decline of a prosperous advertising agency and the characters that work there. I'll now share a few of my favourite parts so far:
1.
Benny wasn't like a great friend of Tom's or anything but he was the guy who on occasion would have lunch with Tom and then report back to the rest of us. Word spread fast that Tom had been laid off and naturally Benny was the guy to go down there. He said Tom was pacing in his office like a man recently jailed. He said he could picture what Tom had looked like the night he went to the Naperville house with the aluminum bat and the authorities were called to restrain him. We had never heard that story before. Right then and there we had to stop Benny from telling us the story of Tom's final hour so he could first tell us the story of the aluminum bat. Benny was shocked we had never heard that story; he was sure we had. No, we hadn't. This was always how these conversations went. So Benny told us the story of Tom and the bat and then he told us the story of Tom's final hour. Both were good stories and together they killed a good hour.
2.
While waiting for Lynn [the boss] to arrive [for a staff meeting], we killed time listening to Chris Yop tell us the story of Tom Mota's chair. ......
Tom Mota had been laid off the week before Chris Yop told us the story of his chair. Yop said he had been cleaning off his desk when he looked up and found the office coordinator standing in his doorway. Our office coordinator smelled of witch hazel and carpet fiber, had a considerable mole on her left cheek, and never said hello to anyone. It was rumored that, like and ant, her back could bear the burden of something several times her body weight. She stood in Yop's doorway with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorjamb and peering in at Yop's bookshelves. She asked if they were Tom Mota's. "So I say to her," Yop said to us,"'Tom Mota's? What, those?' 'The bookshelves,' she says. 'Are those Tom's?''The bookshelves?''No', I say, 'those aren't Tom's. Those are mine.'
[Office coordinator then asks again about the bookshelves, which are, in fact Tom Mota's that Yop is lying about. Yop coninues to deny it. She then asks about his office chair, which he stresses to his friends actually IS his. The office coordinator says she's check the serial numbers and get back to him about it. Yop freaks out, because of recent layoffs and thinks he may be targeted because of this. Office coordinator starts taking down the serial numbers of the bookshelves and office chair]
"Now I'm in a fix, because I lied about the buckshelves, sure, but I'm telling the truth about the chair. I could give a shit about the buckshelves. Take the buckshelves. Just leave me my chair."
We told Yop he meant to say bookshelves.
"What'd I say?" he asked us.
We told him he was saying buckshelves.
"Buckshelves?"
Right - at first it was bookshelves, but then he started saying buckshelves.
"Listen, don't pay any attention to me," he said. "That's just me getting my words wrong. The point is, take the bookshelves. Just leave me my chair. It's my chair."......
[Yop continues to rave all paranoid about the coordinator and the office equiptment]
"So I say, trying to act all innocent and unknowing, I say 'What all did they take?' And she says, 'Well, let's see. His desk,' she says. 'His chair, his buckshelves, his - '"
We appologized for interupting, but he was doing it again.
"What's that?" he asked.
Saying buckshelves.
Yop raised his arms in the air... "Will you listen to me, please?" he cried. .....
[Tom continues to rant]... "And that's when it hits me. I'm going to get shitcanned just because I took Tom's buckselves."
Bookshelves! we cried out.
[rant goes on for a while longer]
Yop: "And now she's going to check her serial numbers and find out that I have Ernie Kessler's old chair."
Wait a minute. It wasn't his chair?
"From when he retired," Yop said, in a calmer voice. "Last year."
We couldn't believe it wasn't his chair.
"It is now. It was Ernie's chair. From when he retired."
We felt decieved. He had given us the impression that at the very least it was his chair.
"It is my chair," he said. "He rolled it down to me. Ernie did. I asked him for it and the rolled down to me and rolled my chair away and put it in his office. When he retired."
[ It turns out Yop got fired just before the stroy he is telling but sticks around to tell his story and sits through the whole staff meeting anyways, while everyone else is super uncomfortable].
3.
A fun thing to do to let off steam after layoffs began was to go into someone's office and send an email from thier computer addressed to the entire agency. It might say something simple like "My name is Shaw-NEE! You are captured, Ha! I poopie, I poopie, I poopie." People came in in the morning and read that and the reactions were so varied.
Jim Jackers read it and immediately sent out an email that read "Obviously someone came into my office last night and composed an email in my name and sent it out to everyone. I appologize for any inconvenience or offense, although it wasn't my fault, and I would appreciate from whoever did this a public appology. I have read the email five times now and I still don't even understand it."
We all know who did it......
[It was Tom Mota]
4.
We liked to gather in Benny's office. He came back with a full mug and said, "So yesterday -"
We could hardly look at him. "What?" he said. We told him he had something - "Where?" It was on his lip. He went searching. It was on the other side. We hoped to god he would find it soon. Finally he thumbed it off and looked at it. "Cream cheese," he said. There were bagels? "In the kitchen," he replied. Benny's story would have to wait for those of us wanting bagels. Those of us more interested in his story stuck around. "All right, so yesterday............
Fucking funny as hell, and I'm only on chapter 3.
There ARE things going on in real life, but I don't feel like bitching about them here. Grade 9 cattiness at work, new POS systems that gave everyone a headache for a while. Jordan and I have been texting on a weekly basis. The last round came this morning. He asked me to escort him to a wedding in August... which may be a bit much considering by then it'll be like 3 months since we've hung out in person. Unless I see him in between him comming home in a couple of weeks, then biking to Alaska - yes, Alaska and back, which will take about a month.
Kind of bored with everything in life right now... except that I bought a new bike with the grad money I got from Grandpa, and I love her!! Sophia Rose, I have named her - Sophie for short - because she's grey with pink roses painted on. Just a basic 18 speed to take to and from work everyday. I've already noticed some tightening in my legs, so bonus for me. Should help in my quest to become totally bikini-ready for July and saving up money (because more biking = less driving = less money wasted on gas). Good good. |
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| tell it like it is. |
[Jun. 3rd, 2008|09:30 pm] |
So the ex DID renew contact me first. Again. Via facebook this time. I wrote him back a huge message that was brutally honest in its sincerity. Basically just wore my heart on my sleeve... told him I can't live with him, but it sucks living without him... in my life. Just as friends, really. Mostly. I tried to convey the fact that it's not often you meet people that you just click with so easily in life. So don't just throw me away or take me for granted. I told him he GETS me in a way that most people don't, aside from my old-school friends. And that's why it hurts my feelings even still, when he just disappears for months at a time. I don't think he got it, I think he thinks I want to get back together and get married and have lots and lots of babies with him or something. That's not what I want, not by a long shot. I told him if he didn't respond in any way, shape or form, then I'd never speak to him again.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
He just wrote me back a curt message trying to expain his actions. Or lack thereof. I can't recount all of this shit in detail on paper. Nor do I wish to.
"If you don't reply, that's cool, I'll understand." He ends with.
I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will not write him back, I will NOT write him back.
He just doesn't get it, so what's the point? |
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| And How! |
[May. 30th, 2008|01:23 am] |
Finito!!
I convocated this morning. : ) |
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| drunken shenanigans here I come... |
[May. 16th, 2008|01:36 am] |
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Going camping for the long weekend, tomorrow after work... destination yet to be determined, as they've been cracking down on drinking on long weekends in Provincial Parks. So we're hoping Regional parks are more lenient.
Just need to do some light packing, stop at the offsale after work, stop and take money out of the bank and then figure out from Angela - no doubt through an excrutiating series of text messages while at work - where the hell we're going and how we're getting there.
All before, like 5 pm tomorrow afternoon. And I'm schedualed till 7. If we get a dinner rush, I may be screwed. |
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| wow is right. |
[May. 14th, 2008|11:41 pm] |
People are pretty quick to believe anything you tell them. The more sordid the senario, the quicker they are to eat that shit up.
I should use these newfound powers on more of my coworkers. The vibe at work has taken a turn for the worse these past few days. All the cattiness and whispered conversations are starting to wear on me..... this grade nine mentality has got to stop or I just may throttle somebody. |
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