What an accomplishment!

Probably doesn't seem like much to you, but I'm proud!

In grade 10 I was supposed to read Jane Austin' Pride and Prejudice. I wrote a paper on it. I did a project about Jane Austin. And even did a recap of the entire book. Now let me just highlight the fact that I said "supposed to". I did not. I possibly read 2 chapters or so. Since then I have absolutly fallen in love with the story. I watched the Colin Firth BBC version (running time of 300 minutes), the more recent Kiera Knightley version, and also Bride and Prejudice the Bollywood version. But I was just a fraud. I knew the story inside and out, but I had never even read the book.

As of today I am a true Pride and Prejudice fan! Congratulation are due! It only took me about a month to read it. So I think that's a pretty good track record...? Ha. Anyway, in my reading I kept track of a few of my favourite lines/quotes in chronological order:

pg 117 (On Charlotte's Engagement to Mr. Collins.)

"My dear Lizzy, do not give way to such feelings as these. They will ruin your happiness. You do not make allowance enough for difference of situation and temper."

pg 230 (On Miss Bingley judging Elizabeth's appearance to Darcy.)

"Persuaded as Miss Bingley was that Darcy admired Elizabeth, this was not the best method of recommending herself; but angry people are not always wise."

pg 300 (On Jane being engaged to Bingley.)

"If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness."

pg 327 (On Elizabeth and Darcy discussing their love.)

To be sure, you knew no actual good of me-- but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love."

Oh yes

I feel fantastic after just getting home from "Pam and Becky's Annual Christmas Trip to the Grocery Store in the Middle of the Night" run to avoid traffic and/or stupid/annoying daytime people.

This is only our second annual trip. But it is making me feel like Christmas is near! That, and like I am one of the last survivors on Earth in our post apocalyptic world. Strange feeling, but with the Christmas music playing on repeat, and all the displays just left, untouched. And about 2 other people in the entire Super Store (not including employees) it gets a bit eery after a while. But oh-so-lovely! No lines, no annoying people bashing into you with their cart, no anything, really. Kind of makes me want to go shopping at 1 am more often...

Good, good and more good.

Thats how I feel lately.

I am happy at my job, extra happy with a new/old employee who started today.

I am happy with Thomas' new job.

I am happy with my new basement.

I am happy with my new closet shelf George helped me build! :)

I've been busy, I don't really know with what. All I know is all my time seems to be occupied by something or other, but now that I've gotten all my Christmas shopping done maybe it'll somehow slow down a bit! Ha....ha. Either way, I'm pretty happy.

So random it's almost unbelieveable

-I just got home, and after walking for about 5 minutes from the bus stop my glasses fogged when I got inside. Yes, it's frustrating, as many of you know. But I just thought of an excellent idea! I switched glasses when I got into my room. Oh how lovely, no waiting time for them to de-fog, just good to go.

-My Thomas is coming over tonight. He should be here in about 45 minutes. While we have only been "dating" for 4 years and 4-ish months, our first date actually took place when I was 14 years old. On something like June 28th, G and Y picked us up and dropped us off at the movie theatre where we saw Mr. and Mrs.Smith. Here's what I was trying to get too; 5 and a half years later and I still get excited to see him. So whats the dealio married people, is that going to get old eventually? Cause I sure hope not.

My Christmas list of things to do:

1. Christmas shopping - CHECK! Done early this year...I can't even believe it myself! All I have to do is finish making 2 presents for C and Grandma. Pretty good I'd say!

2. Clean bathroom and room- Not check

3. Tidy basement for Christmas tree- Not check

4. Get Christmas Tree- Not check

But hey, I'd say the hardest part of my list is done! So I'm feeling pretty good!

-I had many more random thoughts I was going to throw in here, but I forget them already. Other than I saw a kid solving a rubik's cube on the bus today which made be remember that I can only solve half of mine now. I should really practice it a little more so I don't forget it, I think it's a pretty cool thing to be able to do.

Fin.

I wonder...

I just had a thought. I though of how lovely it would be to have Tom be in my brain for just one day. Even an hour would do. I think he (not picking on him, all/most boys seem to fit this stereotype) would crash from exhaustion after being in my girl brain for a while. I don't think he would be able to handle over annualizing every single detail, and obsessing over every minor action of everyone. And here's the kicker, I still maintain that I am a relatively normal, low maintenance, mellow girl.

Here is my thought; if he was in my brain I would have to go somewhere, obviously I'd go check out his brain. I think I would feel like I was on some kind of drugs. Like a nice mellowed out drug, maybe marijuana? Just a little nice calm down time from the usual high strung-ness of my girl brain. I super don't even care that I'm being super sexist right now. This is my thought, and this is my blog. Deal with it.

Regardless, I think I still wish I was a boy*. A boy version of me would be pretty cool.

*Please don't take this in the wrong way, I am happy with who I am, and I am not sexually confused** in the least. Sometimes I just wonder..

**Not that I have a problem with sexually confused people! Oh boy...I'm just setting myself up for disaster.

Busy busy

Thats what I've been. But all for good reasons. And I'm happy about it all.

There has been some basement renovations.

Many birthdays and more to come (I've got two already planned for this weekend!)

2 CD releases, not that I did much for them, but hey I was still around.

And on top of it all, working "full time" according to the

According to Wikipedia I am working full time by the standards of the United States of America, France, and Germany. But it is not considered full time by Denmark, Iceland, Australia or the United Kingdom. So I think I'm doing pretty good. Apparently Canada is not good enough to make it onto their list, so who knows if I'm working "full-time" or not. Either way its a lot of time but I'm relatively enjoying it.

Maybe if your lucky I'll get some new basement pictures up sometime.

How I will miss you...

The lights dim.

The people start cheering.

Tom leans over, and into my ear whispers, "Don't fall in love..."

He comes out onto the stage.

I get a kiss on my cheek, and another whisper; "Sorry if I do!"

And I am gone.

So runs the world away.

Just me and my smiling Josh Ritter.

Occasional (appreciated) interruptions from Thomas.

How I will miss you.

Come again soon.

What I hate most

Lately I just stopped asking people if they want their milk in a bag or not and I just don't put it in one. Very rarely do customers ask for it in a bag after I've already slid it to the end of the till without a bag.

Some still ask for a bag. Thats not what I hate though, it's the fact that they all feel the need to prove why they are right in taking a bag. Like, they're trying to redeem themselves and their stupid decisions;

"It's cold"- Yeah, I got that one tonight. Really? Thats the best you could come up with? Frick off.

Or another common one I like;

"It's easier"- Well no sh*t it's easier, a lot of things are easier, but you can't just always take the easy way out.

My all time favourite;

"I don't want it to bust open in my car."- Ha, HAHA...okay then, here is your double bag. How the frick often has this happened to you? Want some duct tape for that as well? Dork face, environment killer, bag wasters.

The worst part is that I'm not allowed to say anything. No snarky, sarcastic comments to put them in their place. I just have to smile and act like they're not stupid. Oh how I'm going to miss you Scotts.

Fresh Start

I got a new job today. Which means I get to give my two weeks at my old job that I have recently started to hate.

Top 10 things about the new job:

1. Regular hours 9-3 Monday to Friday

2. Um, did you see that? Monday to Friday!!

3. I get to work with my sister again. It's always nice working with a sister.

4. No weekends baby!!!

5. No evenings either!!

6. My boss a Christian and I think it's kinda cool.

7. Monday to Friday?? I can actually plan my life!!

8. The people there are pretty cool. Yes, including my sister.

9. I will no longer have to work at "The Market".

10. Yeah, I can't get over this no weekends and evenings!

Incase you haven't figured it out, it's at the Grace Cafe in City Hall. Which means I also get to spend time downtown, which I kinda like.

Just tell me what to do.

I still keep feeling like if someone just told me what to do, I would just go do it. Get it over with. And make myself be happy with whatever it was! Unlikely, I know.

But what do you think I should do?

Should I go to school? And take what?*

Should I ditch this place again?

Should I take a random French class and some art classes?

Should I move out?

I just don't know what to do!! And I am sick beyond belief of thinking about it.

All.

The.

Time.

Stupid life getting in the way again..

*Recent Options (in no particular order):

Educational Assistant

Art/graphic art

Plumber

Carpenter

Finish Electrical Engineering Technology

Hope

I am looking forward to Thanksgiving weekend.

Please don't disappoint me. :)

CS

I have a couch surfer from Switzerland coming tomorrow. I offered to pick her up at the bus station at 7:35 am tomorrow. I don't even know where to go once I am at the airport.

I don't know what exactly I'm going to do with her once she is here.

Any suggestions? Yeah...other than the Forks.

On a side note, does anyone have any magical home remedies for strengthening finger nails?

and plus...

I usually only see him once during the week anyways for a nice little tv date at my good friend ccap's.

Yeah...no...

I give up.

That is way too much work.

I heard somewhere it takes 6 weeks to make or break a habit. Well I've been working on this habit for just over 4 years.

I was just trying to prove a point to Tom, and then I realized in doing so I was kind of being mean to him. I do not understand you people of 1972. Why on earth would I want to limit my time with my best friend to twice a week? Especially when my other best friends are in Europe?!

The conclusion:

1972 just isn't for me.

Well except maybe this part of it...

My start at an (almost) new era

My boyfriend wants to date as if we are in 1972. The "right" way of dating. So, we are supposed to live across the road from each other, and only see each other twice a week. Once at church and once on a group outing with our friends. This goes on until we are married I guess?

So for the next little* while I am (we are) not participating in any "new" technology communication. No texting (dang, thats our main form of communication. No emailing, no facebooking. And, we can only call each other to and from landlines**. Since, he lives in the middle of nowhere, with no land line this may pose a small problem. Guess he'll have to drive to the nearest convenience store to give me a call. Too bad gas isn't 70 cents a gallon. Oh yes, way back then we were still an imperial country!

Here goes!

*This really is not going to last long

**I'm not sure on what level Tom is aware of said experiment, but since I can't get a hold of him it's hard to let him know.

Not so nice

I have not been so nice today. But hey, I've only lost my keys and frantically driven to work....I'll try for nice after work when I get to spend time with my *second* favourite family and have a little hot tub time. :)

Facebook

Here is a little sample of what I saw on Facebook tonight. Ugh, makes me a little sick.

Ring Leader Boys are stupid.. Throw rocks at them.

• 2 people like this.
• • Boy 1 Throw them hard, you get bonus points
  • Girl 1 hahahaha
  • Girl 2 Literally.
  • Boy 1 Seriouslly, they won't forget =p
  • Girl 3 haha! They ARE kinda dumb, aren't they? It's part of their charm.
  • Ring Leader Well if that's supposed to be charm ill never find anyone!
  • Girl 3 You could always just marry for money. Just do it while you're pretty.
  • Ring Leader Lol good idea. I think its the only way.
  • Girl 3 hang out at the airport. The pilots make good money and are never home. Same with ER docs. just sayin.
  • Girl 2 I wouldn't care if my husband slept around if I didn't have to work.
  • Boy 2 or recline your seat into their knees
  • Ring Leader Hahah! Well this advice may help me.. Or get me into big trouble!
  • Girl 4 so true!!!

*Let me just say, I quite like my boy. A lot. And most of the other boys in my life. And I would never throw rocks at any one of them...so maybe the issue is more you, Ring Leader...*

Okay, so I know lot's of crap goes on Facebook like this, and most of it doesn't bother me. I just brush it off as stupid people. But this one really gets to me for some reason. Especially when girl 2 says:

"I wouldn't care if my husband slept around if I didn't have to work."

What is the heck is wrong with...well, EVERYTHING in the world! to posses someone to even pretend to say that?!

Now I'm not going to say* I hope she gets married and in 5 years the love of her life, her knight in shining armour, her husband who is supposed to unconditionally love and protect her sleeps around on her. OR! What if someone who is going though some not so good time in their marriage right now sees this? I am just a little shocked at how inconsiderate people are becoming these days.

*Even though I almost want to, I would never wish that upon anyone**.

**Even if they are an inconsiderate fool who says such things.

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What the what?

Since when are half the leaves off my tree?

Any ideas of a career for me?..

So far...

Not so bad.

I've been a little (lot) standoffish to a new creepy guy at work. (Hint hint...not interested..)

I've been a little rude to my mother.

I've been a little mean to my Kimber.

I've been a little juvenile to my Thomas.

But hey, I'm trying! And regardless of this list I've been a whole lotta nice too! Especially you old stupid ladies who come through my checkout line! Appreciate it!

My Goal

I think for the next 30 days or so...4 weeks?- Until Wednesday October 13th 2010* I am going to strive to:

1. Be more patient with stupid people, stupid situations and stupid things.

2. Try not to think of everything as stupid.

3. Try not to have minor fits over minor predicaments.

4. Be nicer to people (especially those who I see a lot. Get the fric out of here strangers, I don't care about you.)

5. Be more calm, and more accepting of myself, my crap life where I have no drive to do anything, and of other people and their opinions and suggestions and whatnot.

Okay, that is plenty a list for me. Here goes. Day one tomorrow and starting off with a sore throat, but only a 4 hour work day! I'll try and keep you posted.

*Note: the point of this is not to turn completely right back into a jerk after the 4 weeks, but hopefully see how much better life is on the other side. Also, don't expect this task to exempt my sarcasm, and general not caring about most things. Just toning them down a little for the general public. In my head I will be just as narcissistic and sardonic as ever. At least for a while. Maybe with the help of others I'll be able to beat it out of myself.

Today

6:00 am wakeup for no particular reason other than everyone else was doing it!

Drive home

Clean room

Second breakfast (I'm like a hobbit)

Work 10-7

Youth 7-9

Visit Papa (Yay he's home today!)

Bed

Super excited for tomorrow...

ugh

Those three letters pretty much sum up how I'm feeling lately. I can't even spur up enough energy to make a real word out of three letters. Just an ugly sound. My brain just doesn't even want to work lately. I actually have a thesaurus page open right now. And you know when you spell words wrong a little red line appears under it implying; "you loser, you can't even spell that?! Ha." I don't even bother trying to fix it on my own lately. I just right click on it and make the computer think for me.

Hence the lack in blogging.

On a side note I am now a solitary basement dweller again and thus and have changed my status on couchsurfing -couch available from no to Yes, with a capital Y. I have a hairdresser and two of her friends coming to stay with me tomorrow. She is going to give my Mom a free haircut. :) I'm not sure where the friends are from, but she is from Chelmsford, Essex in England. They are on a road trip from somewhere to Calgary. All in all I wish I could be doing that right now and not working at a grocery store...

What the...

How the heck does my bank know what colour my motorcycle is?....

Wait a sec! How on earth do they even know I have a motorcycle??...

Sometimes this world creeps me out.

A few thoughts

So remember my bad day? My Dad was away during this whole fiasco, but when he came home he informed me that he read my blog while he was away and laughed at me with another guy (whom I know). Theres a loving Father. Even when he told he told me he cracked up laughing. Maybe it's just that my self esteem is way to high (especially for a 19 year old girl), but this didn't really hurt me at all. Mostly I just love seeing my Dad laugh! So suck it Dad!

I GOT TOOTHPASTE IN MY EYE!! Now, this may not mean a lot to most of you. But I have always had this weird fear of getting toothpaste in my eye. Tom always made fun of me for it, and wondered where this fear came from, since I have never had toothpaste in my eye, but I just had a feeling that it would hurt. A lot. And burn. And it did! Ouch. If possible, avoid this at all costs.

I have to go sign some papers tomorrow that will make my car illegal to drive until I get a body integrity and a safety done on it. Here's hoping the weather is good enough so I can get around on my bike with out getting too wet!

I also have to call Red River tomorrow. I have patiently been waiting for a letter either accepting or declining my re-application into Electrical Engineering Technology. I'm not even sure if I want to get in or not. I'm not sure if I can do it anymore. I'm not sure if I want to, but I have nothing else to do. And if nothing else I have learned that I don't want to work at a grocery store the rest of my life. I don't know if I'll b able to finish the program if I do get in, and I don't know what I'll do if I don't get in. I miss high school, everything was planned out for you.

I'm going on a trip, trip, trip! And am pretty excited for it. Tom and I will leave at 5:45 am on Saturday to spend 10 days in Southern Ontario with my friends, his friends and family. Oh how I love traveling. And with Tom! Woot! Here's hoping all goes well!

Bad day?

This was yesterday. But it wasn't really. I just felt off the whole day.

One of my friends came home from Italy after ten months of being away on Saturday night. So Yesterday I went to her house to have some long awaited hang out time. I decided to take my motorcycle there since it was not raining. As I was driving there I realized I had forgotten my phone. No big deal I didn't need it. So I parked my bike on her driveway and went up to her door. I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door (their door is always locked). But there was no answer. I figured she was in her room in the basement and couldn't hear anything. I didn't know what else to do other than go home and get my phone so I could call or text her.

What did people do before phones??

So I got back on my bike and kicked up the kickstand, and somehow...it started to fall. I caught it at about a 45 degree angle. I just could not pick it up though. I tried. Oh, I tried. I pushed with all my strength, but it would not stand up. I decided maybe with both legs on one side I could push it up. So I got off, but in getting off it fell a little more. I just could not get it up. So I lied it down making sure the turning lights and such were okay, and wouldn't break off. I didn't know what to do! I took off my helmet, my backpack, threw my sunglasses and the key in the grass. I was so exhausted I was shaking. I rang the doorbell a few more times, and banged on the door. Nothing. I just lost it. I did not know what to do! I just sat defeated on her front steps for a minute and started to cry. Walk home? Ask a neighbour? I decided to try her back door. After finally getting through her fence I tried the back door. It was open! I was expecting her to be downstairs still, but I walked right into her and another friend of mine right in the kitchen. Tears of frustration and failure still running down my face. They looked at me like they didn't know what to do.

They helped me pick it up, and all was fine. Afterwards they were still so surprised by seeing me crying! One has known me since kindergarten, the other from grade 2, and neither of them have ever seen me cry. I'm not a huge public crier, obviously.

It just kind of hit me off guard. It was an off day.

I'm looking forward to my middle of the week weekend tomorrow and Thursday. No work. No church. All Tom.

Goat

All my siblings took their turns mowing the grass. Some even mowed neighbours lawns for a little pocket money. One ever got a real job doing it all day!

Me? I mowed my lawn for the second time in my life today.

The story is; I did it once when I was about 10 or so (maybe older). I apparently didn't do a good enough job because I remember Kurt going over it, after he had to take over due to me being to week (slash lazy) to push the mower up the minor slope in our front yard. And somehow I've managed to avoid it since then. Luckily this time my dad isn't home to complain about the crappy job! Ha ha

So, I didn't really enjoy it. It kind of sucks. You have to wear pants and shoes, and it's all hot and muggy out. Yuck. So I think I'll just get a goat when I have my own lawn. I've heard they keep a pretty nice lawn.

Gosh Darn It!*

I woke up this morning and went to the washroom.

Then I came back into my room and said to myself, "You are not allowed to leave this room until you put all your clothes away!"

I am currently located back in my bed procrastinating. It's what I do...

*That was for you Pam and Daryl.

For the last few days

I have had no wallet*.

And by wallet I mean plasticy bit the insurance company gives you stuffed with:

a (finially!) one piece license

a visa card

a debit card

a scene card

Yes, I'm not quite a normal girl. This is not only my wallet, but pretty much my purse as well.

Other than that I carry around a phone, and sometimes a set of keys.

Thats pretty much all I need. I have no idea what is in all those giant purses the 12 year olds are carrying around these days.

*No need to worry, my dear Thomas has is tucked away safe and sound. Wouldn't mind it back soon though.

Sometimes...

I hate the weekend.

I guess it's not really the weekend fault; It's the beginning of the next week that deserves the blame.

During the weekend I get to see my Thomas so much. We hang out pretty much the whole weekend. We see our friends, we buy groceries and make supper. We stay up late and watch movies. We clean house and walk the dog. He drops me off I and picks me up from work (what a guy!) But during all of this happy-happy joy-joy time, there is always the lingering thought of next week thats is daring to ruin my weekend fun.

Then comes the week.

It usually goes something like this: "Okay, I work this night, this night and am busy this night, and you work until 6 every night, and need to go to bed on time to get back up at 6 the next morning...Kay, see ya next weekend."

I don't like this.

I can only imagine what it will be like when I am in school and am busy every night.

Such is life. Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it. Whats the point? But, then I look back on my weekend, and I see, it's all good. It's all worth it.

3 months?!

When I look it over a lot of things have happened. But I can barely believe I've had my dreads for 3 months. Its weird, cause I still feel like they are so new, and I have no idea what I'm doing with them half the time. They basically look the same as they did at the beginning. I'm not sure if that was because they were good at the beginning, or if they are bad now. And I'm still trying to figure out how to wash them and having dreams where I wash them and they all come loose and go back to normal hair. It's weird trying to keep track of a hair schedule. I wonder if it will be weird going back to normal when I get rid of them.

I have decided to get extensions. I want long dreadlocks, but I'm also not sure if I want them for 5 years while my hair grows out. So I'm going the cheater rout. Oh well. I'm still looking forward to Folk Fest where I can properly show them off!

My New Love

It's been a long process; First the written test, then the booking of the course. Then missing David Gray due to the course. Then two nights of the course. Then one old bike that was only half there. Then a new(er) bike that was all there. Then a week of waiting for the safety.

About $2400 bucks later (including both bikes and insurance), bliss. Oh I forgot about the course. Add another $300 to that...dang. Thank-you income tax refund!

This is my new bike. It's blue just like my bicycle-bike. It is a 1981 Honda cm400t. (Don't ask me what any of that means, other than the size of the engine is something like 400 centimeters cubed...?) And I like it. Too bad this weather sucks so much lately.

Oh, I forgot to mention I was trying to come up with a name for her. Any suggestions?

20 Things Costumers Do To Make Me Hate (dislike) My Job:

In no particular order:

1. Put all their groceries up on the till and when I'm half done bagging them pull out a bag and say, in an innocent idiot voice "Oh...sorry, I have a bag."

2. Push their cart through the till behind me, kindly letting me know; "I left a bag of potatoes in the cart..." Oh really thanks, because while you've only been to the store once today, I have already lifted 20 bags of potatoes, 47 cases of pop and 82 jugs of milk. So how about you get this one?

3. Put all their change on the till when my hand is open and ready for it an inch away.

4. Asking "Is is okay if I get rid of some of my change?" Yeah, it's fine. But be quick about it, and don't ask me that stupid question.

5. "I'm walking...so can I get everything balanced out and double bagged?" Well I have an idea, how about first of all you get some reusable bags so you don't kill our environment, and if your that picky, do it yourself.

6. When they (women) wait in line and when it is finally their turn and I give them their total they have absolutely NO idea where their wallet is in their GIGANTIC purse. Yeah, I'm pretty sure its not your first time at a grocery store. It's a pretty basic procedure...the same every time...

7. When they count out their change and proceed to hand it to me on top of a bill. I don't do that to you, please don't do that to me.

8. Right when I go to hand them their change back they hand me a nickel and two pennies, so that I have to put back all my change and give them a loony. Yeah, I know, I hate change too, but get on the ball and give it to me before I've already counted out your 93 cents.

9. When I ask "Do you want your -insert item here- in a bag?" I am not trying to encourage you to use a bag.

10. Basically any over use of bags: Meat in a separate bag, milk jugs in bags, ice cream pails in bags, a single loaf of bread in a bag, etc..

11. When I give them their total for the day and they hold up the back of a card to me. Thanks, because I have x-ray vision and can tell if that is debit or credit from the back.

12. When I then proceed to ask if it is debit, and they don't correct me, and I put it through as debit then they look at me like I'm an idiot and say, "It's a Visa."

13. When people put 7 items on the till and exclaim "Oh! I forgot -insert item here-! Can I just leave this here and go get it?" Why yes, yes you can. Then when another costumer comes when you are gone it will just magically move out of the way for a second and reappear when you come back.

14. When they make me call a supervisor to do a refund wherein they receive less that 50 cents back.

15. Come through my till on their cell phone. I just ignore them right back.

16. Cigarette's and lottery. I have nothing more to say.

17. Asking me to break a 20. I am not a bank. and I run out of 5's and 10's fast enough thank you.

18. When people bring one bag and 36 items and ask me to put it all in that one bag. Oh and please don't squish the bread. Or put the cookies sideways. Or bruise the bananas. Again, just do it yourself if your that picky. I can do a pretty good job, and I won't dump out your cookies or bruise your fruit, but please stop complaining so much.

19. When people wear their iPod through the till and keep asking me to repeat myself.

20. Commenting on the weather. I know people like to make light conversation, but I've already heard it 174 times today, and I know everyone is different. But me, personally, I'd rather just not talk to you.

And one for good luck

21. After people sign for their credit card they hand me their receipt and the pen. No actually that pen was there when you got here, please leave it there. It just gets awkward and I am trying to go fast and you are throwing off my routine.

And one more...

22. When I am frantically searching on my screen for the code to a leek (or any other minorly obscure produce item) and they say "It's a leek." Like I'm a retard. Yeah, I know its a leek. What I'm more interested in is the little 4 digit code that I'm expected to memorize for every fruit and vegetable. So if you know what that is keep talking, otherwise just be quiet.

Now, this goes for strangers. As soon as I know you, none of these rules apply. I am just happy to see a face I know and actually care about.

goodbye eyebrow ring

Warning: This post contains some grossness.

I got my eyebrow pierced for my 16th birthday. My stupid body decided it didn't like it and rejected it, aka pushed it out of the skin. So I left it in for my 17th birthday and took it out that night. A year later when I was 18 and could get it done without the consent of my parents I got it re-pierced behind the scar tissue, where I was told it would not come out again. Well it didn't migrate out. But it sure did get infected! Plus the old hole kind of reopened and got infected as well. The last month I have been struggling with it to keep it clean and let it heal. But it just would not get any better. I took it out tonight to give it a good clean, but after all of this I couldn't get it back in. I tried, then it started bleeding, I had a little cry and said goodbye. And I promise myself (and my parents) I will not get it re-pierced. Or the other eyebrow. I loved it a lot. But it just didn't love me back.

So goodbye eyebrow ring.

You will be missed.

Please don't leave an ugly scar.

Sigh. :)

Kim: You look kind of funny with dreads in that jacket.

Tom: I think you look good.

Me: He mostly just likes the jacket.

Tom: I mostly just like you.

Me: Smile.

:)

Why??

I am trying to figure out what on Earth I was thinking when I left my room three weeks ago and thought, I'll just tidy it up when I come home. I'll have lots of time then...

Why Becky, why??

Lesson learned. Thank-you universe...

Moving

I have been helping Oosts move the past couple of days. And let me say, it's a lot of work! I've helped move people before, probably a dozen times! Up and down 3 flights of stairs, no elevators. But there is something enormously overwhelming about a house!

But then there was something different about this house too. It has kind of become my home over the past 4 or 5 years. It's where Tom asked me to be his girlfriend when I was just barely 16. It's where my first kiss was. It's where my boyfriend calls home, and it has become home to me as well. And I will miss it.

I have to keep reminding myself, that it is really the people who made that home so special, and I will fortunately be seeing the people quite often still. And I will always have my memories, which are all I had anyway. So it's not really that bad. They will have a new home, which will be just as comfy and welcoming some day. And I will learn to love it too.

But I will miss it there. There were a lot of good times spent there. I might just have to secretly drive by it every once in a while...

Today

Since you guys seem to be enjoying my death and destruction rampage so much; today I squashed a cockroach. With a sledge hammer, none the less.

But I also helped a gecko reach safety out of the chaos our team was causing around his place of stay. So I think that makes up for it.

Happy Earth day Mr. Gecko!

Oh...you to Roachie...

Today

I caused a gecko to release his/her poor little tail from his/her poor little body, in hopes of distracting me (the predator) from...I suppose eating it. Gross. But I felt bad. Papa said it would grow a new one, but I still felt bad.

Also, geckoless tail flip-flopping around on the concrete is pretty gross. It went on for about 3 minutes too. I didn't even want to touch it with my gloves on, and my dad picked it up. Gross.

Good luck growing a new one gecko! Here's to a new tail!

Today

I saw a dead Jelly-fish.

I saw a dead herring (or some bird equal in type and size).

I saw 3 dead fish.

I saw a dead crab.

I saw a dead armadillo (at least we think it was that).

And I killed 2 bugs with my left eyeball.

So far, a very good day.

Well...

Really??

There I am driving down Fermor this morning, bright and early with all the rush hour commuters. At a red light I saw a guy in a van dumping something out of his window...astray? Well there are no butts, maybe just ash and he has further deposited his butts. Why wouldn't he do that with his ash too then? Oh green light...keep driving.

A few minutes later, by this point I have totally and completely forgotten about the crazy guy in the van dumping something out his window, I look over and there he is; SHAVING! What?! Honestly? With one of those electric, battery powered doo-dads. Thats what he was dumping out! Nasty! I don't feel the need for this guys face hair to be floating around my world and hitting my windshield.

I have no further comments. I can't even comprehend how baffled I still am! 16 hours later!

Easter Sunday

I drove past the flooded river today, on my way home from an easter diner.

It wasn't the height of the river that caught my attention, the vast amount of water, but the trees.

There they sit, submerged halfway up their trunks in frigid, ice cold water. For what? About 2 months I'd say. Then for another 6 months they are frozen solid in the bitter, harsh Manitoba winters. Then for the other 4 months they survive the blazing and burning of the prairie sun, and the howling of the prairie winds.

Yet they still bloom with brilliant green leaves!

They thrive in this crazy climate!

Not once even thinking of complaining.

They stand their ground, strong and proud all year round, through think and thin.

This, is one of the many reasons why I love trees.

My new hairstyle, or lack therefore of

Here they are finally!

This is us just starting out at about 11:00 am. I don't think any of us had any idea what we were really in for...

After Kim crimped it with our ancient crimper we sectioned it into 82 sections ready for back-combing!

My three main stylists. They did a lovely job and put up with me (and eachother!) ALL DAY! (Thanks again guys!)

Here we are about half-ish way done. This is getting close to about 5:30 pm...oh boy...

Finishing up the last dread...I'd day this is about 12:30 am? Sound about right?

Here is the trouper Pam, who stayed with me the whole time. Dreadies all done now, and very sticky outty. But other than that not bad! Only 1:00am!

Here are my dreads today! Much more calm and relaxed.

(Ironic side note; in the background you can see my brush..won't be using that for a while! ha ha)

This is what I do with them for work. A little twisty pony, and you can see my funky bead in there!

Just like to say thanks again to everyone who helped (Pam, Kim, Corrie, my mom and Donald the gay mexican hair dresser). So thanks!

*Note to readers...FAQ:

Yes, I wash my hair. For the first two months every 4 days, and after that every second day.

No, they don't smell

Yes, I will have to shave my head when I want them gone (or cut my hair fairly short).

I don't know how long I plan to keep them...

Thats all I have for now, feel free to ask any other questions you have!

Stupid.

I was looking at the portfolio requirements today as I frantically try and come up with ideas of a range of art I am good enough at doing to submit to get me into University.

"Okay....I'll paint that picture... I'll sketch this one.... Oh I'll do this one in pastel, that would be fun!"

Portfolio requirments state:

Do’s and Don’ts Reminder

• Do include drawing or painting from direct obser- vation. Do not include work that is copied from other artists’ work or directly from photographs.

What the heck?! Even if I get permission from the photographer? Even if I took the picture myself?

So I am recreating pictures I wanted to paint/draw/whatever with random objects around my house. I'd take a picture for you, but then I wouldn't be allowed to paint it.

Stupid.

VanOC 2010 Van A style

Yes I know P already posted this.

But I just love it so much I felt the need to spread the word.

Here's to a good ol' winter day with the whole family!

p.s. Thanks K for the video, and C & D for the planning/hosting!

Blogapaloza

I had a few pictures I took with the intention of posting them.

Those posts never happened.

You will now find them below, there are a few more to come, but they will have to wait.

So enjoy!

A while back

For a while I was helping my dad out with odd jobs around the city for family and friends.

I got sent out on my own one time.

It was only for my sister, but fun all the same.

I built a frame for a plastic air barrier (basically to put on a window or door for extra insulation in the winter).

Just because one section of it broke on a knot doesn't mean I wasn't successful.

A Lovely New Years Party

Here is our host Kim, and are spread.

Waayyyy too much food for our little party, but it was very fun (and yummy) all the same!

Don't buy cheap bacon

Or you end up with this:

What a RUSH!

There I was. Fourth in line in the turning lane after my late movie*. No one was around, and this whole light changing business was taking a while. The first guy must have been here a while before me. Then, all of a sudden, he goes for it! Turning left on a RED! What is happening?! Then a minute later, the second guy takes off....then, there goes number three. No cars have passed, and there is no sign of a green light coming. I look, first left, then right. I inch forward, look again. I take it! Oh man! What a thrill! A rush! I've been in that position many times, but never dared to go, but everyone else did. I guess that classifies me as a follower**. I look in my rear view mirror at the car who had just pulled up behind me before I left. It's still sitting there, still no sign of a green light appearing in the near future.

I've been in that position so many times, but never dared to go before. And I most likely wont anytime soon. But, oh, what a rush it was!

*I went to see Wolfman, which turned out to be (not unexpectedly) awful. Please don't waste 10 dollars on this movie.

**Yes, as many of my teachers have asked, if my friends were jumping off a bridge I most likely would follow them. Deal with it. That sounds like fun and you know it!

Sick.

I don't have much to say.

I am sick. Again. I think a cold I had 2 weeks ago came back yesterday when my immune system was down due to some other illness.

And, I'm back at Scott's (aka St.Vital Market). I was told by an employee of many years; " The only thing worse than working at Scott's for 10 years is leaving and coming back. " So thats good I suppose.

Other than that I am supposed to be working on a portfolio to submit to the U of M in April. But I haven't really started.

That is my life at the moment. Pathetic? Yes, even I agree on that.

Thanks for tuning in to the "Catch up on Becky's pathetic life" Show (blog).

Lazy me

This is my blog for the next while...

http://myfarawayfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/bit-from-becky.html

Oh no.

I have become addicted to "chee-toa" as my favourite little boy calls it.

Sick

Well, I don't actually have a cold.

And I don't have a flu or anything of the sort.

I'm just sick of life. Things don't seem to be going the way I hoped my "year off" would. And I don't even feel like anyone cares. Though I don't know what people are supposed to do to show that they care.

I need a job. I am bored and poor. I've basically been handed the four jobs that I have had. I didn't even make a resume for the first two of them! And now, I am stuck aimlessly searching for a job. I don't know where I want to work, and I feel like I'm being too picky most of the time, and that I should just get a job anywhere and suck it up for the next while and make some money. But I don't feel like working at a fast food chain, or a grocery store. I don't feel like working retail, or in a busy mall at minimum wage. I feel like I'm better than that. But then I think, am I? What have I done to set me apart from the people who work there? Gone to school for a year and dropped out? Good job on that one Becky!

So, the moral of the story is; does anybody want to hand me my next job?

Whats the buzz?

My car? Located in my driveway.

My keys? In H & M's house. Along with my jacket.

My phone? At K & C's house.

To bad I can't really get any of them. I feel kind of out of it lately.