You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Sunday, July 30, 2006 |
| I Don't Hate Nick |
Here's just a couple of things I should say:
-Thank you Becca and Geoff (and a little thank you to Greg). You made my month.
-Get well Siobhan: Team Siobhan needs their captain!
-Chris, I miss you.
-I can't wait to see Brynn next weekend! (But I sadly don't have monday off.)
-I've fallen for a man named Matt Murdoch (why can't I quit you?)
-I met a german paratrooper the last night. Creepy bastard.
-I miss Candice already.
martini kisses
"...and if I know you, you're doing that thing you do." |
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| Wednesday, July 26, 2006 |
| I hate you. |
I hate lots of people, this I cannot hide. But there is someone i can justifiably hate. Dr. Phil. I've always hated him, but only recently could I say i have proof that he is a douchebag. I was going to rant about him here, but decided it was more suited fo my LJ.
stupid, stupid man.
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"Burn out, not fade away." |
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| Saturday, July 22, 2006 |
| And I'm Awake Because...? |
After hitting my alarm off a dozen or so times, I finally dragged myself out of bed just after noon. During the half hour process of leaving my bed, I thought "Why bother? I'll just end up going in to work only to find out that yet again my boss has passive-aggressively shown her hatred of me via the schedule or paycheck". Last week it was $20 off because supposedly one of the audits was off by that amount. I know this to be complete an utter bullshit, but if I fight it, I get fired, and now is not the time to be looking for a job in this hole of a town. Of course, my premonition was correct: the schedule is nicely set out for everyone but me. According to the boss (I use that term quite loosely here), everyone gets one weekend off a month. The fine print says "except for Nadia". She also says "everyone gets 2 days in a row off". It seems she has just copied and pasted the last exception. Not having 2 days in a row off isn't a big problem for me, if I'm working more hours, but I'm not. She has failed to keep any of the promises she made to me when I was re-hired, save being re-hired.
My days would be better spent if I slept them away until it is time to pack up and leave for school.
I had a lovely chat with my family earlier this week, and by chat I mean they told me what a terrible person I am as I grinned and said, "I'm never coming back. You know this right? This is the last time I come back here." These are all too frequent chats, where in everyone decides they don't enjoy me or my presence, and for the life of me I can not figure out why they come about. It's everyday like this that I wonder why I woke up. Or why I left Toronto. I have never been appreciated for the things I do and have been forced to take all emotional trauma with a smile. And now, it's like watching them in their glass bowl. They will stay in their little world where they never see their own faults, and only acknowledge me as a distorted image. For as long as they live, my family will never know me. They haven't really tried, so I doubt the interest is there, or ever was.
I don't know what brought this on. Or why I feel sick. What I do know is that I'm ready for it to be the end of August now. I'm ready to go back to Toronto. Permanently.
sidenote: sorry about the word verification, but some asshat ridiculously spammed me.
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"Hold me closer tiny dancer." |
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| Friday, July 21, 2006 |
| I'm Loved? |
For a long time I've been a dispensable friend; one who is always there, that you don't have to put any effort into being friends with, and that you can throw away at any given time.
So, you can see why this whole "the people love me" thing is quite foreign to me.
I just found out some wonderful human beings are coming to see me next weekend. I will specify these beautiful people by name because I love them. I'm going to have Siobhan, Becca, Dave, Geoff and quite possibly Greg come visit. This should be fun! I miss them so much, and I'm still in awe that they are coming. It would be nice to see the whole gang come to my place but I'm really thankful I have these guys.
Furthermore, I was talking to Joe the other day and it seems people are very vocal about me being in the position of music director. Even people I don't know all that well, like Olena. I think we've spoken on one occasion and yet she really think I'm an ideal candidate. Also Mike, the dj rep. has said he reccomends me, which is odd because I've never even met him.
All this love, who knew people even liked me?
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"All you need is love." |
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| Wednesday, July 19, 2006 |
| Broken Keys, Pirates, A Monkey, And Satan In Stripes |
So, my keyboard is still broken. It makes me so sad to see it go. It'll only be gone for 3 weeks. I hope.
I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean today. It was long, but the image of Orlando's back was enough to sustain me. That, and the hot (well, as hot as a Disney movie can be) kiss between Jack and Elizabeth. I was pleased with it and was thoroughly happy to see all the old characters. I don't know why, but I really like Norrington.
I bought the Curious George Soundtrack this week, as well as The White Stripes' "Get Behind Me Satan". Both fabulous CD's. Now I'm only missing 1 or 2 White Stipes CDs. Soon they will be mine.
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"You know you got me waiting in vain. How come it's so easy to you?" |
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| Friday, July 14, 2006 |
| Well, My Keyboard Is Officially Fucked |
The lid of the bottle that contained the most disgusting drink in the worl literally exploded open and spilled it's ugly green powdry contents att over my keyboard. Now it doesn't work. Great. So, I unplugged one of my work's keyboards and plugged it into the laptop. Hehe, misuse of office supplies. So now I officially have to take my computer in. There was something wrong with the system before, but now that the keyboard doesn't respond at all I can't put it off. I made my brother come tgo my work at 2AM to help me. Thank god for that little computer wiz. He didn't leave until just now. We had a nice conversation. I hope he feels better now; he has been kind of... on edge.
I've got 2 presents for him for his birthday. He knows about one already: I'm taking him to see the Mudmen at Zaphod's on his birthday. He's turning 19 and I think it's a 19+ show. I won't mention the second present because he is known to browse this blog. For all the shit I give him, I still think I'm a pretty damn good big sister. At least I never beat him up. Or ruined his work. Or had sex with his girlfriend.
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"I don't even know you, but I still wish that I could hold you." |
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| Thursday, July 13, 2006 |
| I Wish I Didn't Live Here |
What I wouldn't give to be in Toronto right now.
So, my lovely night, that is what you shall hear about.
It started off fine: a little chat with my sexy waiter friend, a couple of random check ins, a pick up attempt by a very drunk but kind of cute guy, nothing fqntastic or anything. Then a old grade school friend comes in. I should've known things were wrong when she started out saying "You're Nada, no, Nadine, no, Nadina. Nadina, right?" Close but not quite my drunk friend. "Hey! We used to be best friends. That's crazy, I haven't seen you in almost 10 years. Are you still living in Braeside? Cos I heard you sold your house." All these words are slurred or she has a lisp, but I don't remember any lisp. She rented a room, everything was fine. 20 minutes later I get a call from the room next to hers "Uh, is somebody going to do something about the noise." Noise, what noise, right away mam. Sure enough it's her room. I knock on the door several times for to no answer. Finally, instead of coming to the door a guy yells "What?" I need to ask you to be quiet, please, thank you very much. This is hotel speak for "Shut the fuck up you douchebag, you're disturbing me and the guests". Then, everything is quiet. I go back up 5 minutes later to make sure and luckily it is quiet.
Ahhhh, back to computer work where I don't have to talk, because my jaw is in ridiculous pain tonight. But everything, of course is not alright. The loud guy in the room, who is actually the guy who hit on me, has brought his loud friends and himself in to our lounge where they ignore me and make a (minor) drug deal. One of them is clearly agitated; he bangs his head against the glass door, yells "C'mon guys", then leaves.
Once again, just when I think they are gone they are not. I hear this crazy/loud banging noise coming from one of the locked entrances. When I go upstairs to check it out, there is the jerk who slammed his head against the glass door earlier. I told him to leave if he's not a guest. The scrawny little fucker leaves, and I don't see him again.
Later on, my sexy waiter friend comes to the desk looking distressed. He has with him the grade school friend. He tells me the situation, then she does. Then she asks for her money back. I do it because it's nice when I can screw over the hotel just a little bit. The guys have no taken over the room and are toroughly creeping the girl and her friend out. Also, they won't leave. Just great. Now, I've had it. I've told them several times now to shut up and they haven't, now they are in an unpaid room. I called the cops. The guy on the phone was very nice and overly calm. When the po-lice arrived I took them up to the room, 2 of the many guys that had been there tonight were in the hallway, I looked at them and said are you guys out yet. They said yes. Did you know the girls left. What? I guess they didn't realise they were creepy bastards. Then the third guy came around the corner and in front of the cops in his seediest voice he said "who's got the weed around here?" He didn't see the cops because he was doing a most ungraceful pirouette as he turned the corner. "Well it sure isn't us." one of the cops replied. I laughed in my head. When I looked down the hall he came out of I saw a random girl standing there, she yelled to the idiot, but he was already talking to the cops. When I turned to see why they weren't following me to the room I witnessed the reunion of one of the officers to one of the obnoxious morons. They're friends. How typical in this town. When the cops finally came to the room the girl grabbed her bag and started leaving. She was crying so hard. The police looked around the room a bit, basically just staring at the mess the dipshits left. The random girl kept turning around and looking at me as she walked away. I asked if she was ok, than she turned back and kept walking and crying and randomly muttering, "Oh, god" to herself.
The police were tools. At least the one guy was. I turned off all the lights and tv, then shut the door. The police were gone when I went downstairs. The random girl was not. She was still bawling. I asked her again if she was okay, except this time she didn't ignore me. She just kept saying "I'll be okay" and "I'm so glad you came to the room" and "Thank you for being so nice". I don't know what they did to her but you can be sure it wasn't good. Crying and shaking is the last thing you want to see a guest do. To see anybody do for that matter. "I just want to get out of here and away from them." is pretty much the only other thing she said. Poor girl. She may have went there willing, but I'm sure she wasn't free to leave.
After that crazy mess, the bartender brought me her cash out, keys, and some lovely stories of her worst night ever. She was going crazy, I was goong crazy; being able to relate is nice. We stepped outside and offered me a, uh, smoke. Of course my lighter is worth shit so it lit hers and not mine. So we got creative. The point is, we each had half and then they went out. I got to keep the rest and now am slightly more relaxed for the ridiculous amount of work that has piled up.
And there is my completly true tale. Now to lie down and die.
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"I'm like a beggar with no luck." |
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| Tuesday, July 11, 2006 |
| I'm confuzzled |
Why is it that the only atractive guys who come in to my work speak limited to no English? Boo to that reality. I'd rather live in the one where Keith and I both end work at the same time. But that won't happen. I don't even get a real chance to catch up with him, and the only times I do I either a) do something moronic, b) look moronic, or c) have already agreed to help someone else. We got a short conversation in tonight about the time he got his wisdom teeth out. I remembered it because 2 days after we had a semi formal and he was dating my best friend. I really don't know what happened between them but I do know that she can't even stand the sight of him anymore. I wonder what she'll say when I tell her where he's working. I've failed to do that, and he's been here at least a month. Aren't I a good friend?
Dad and the rock lobster aka my mother went out for their anniversary dinner tonight. She is so red/ dark right now, it's ridiculous. My father and I spent all of yesterday morning making up names to call her. Leatherface, rock lobster, attack of the killer tomato, mom crispies, burnt mommellow. None will ever replace mommie dearest, but they are amusing for now.
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"follow the leader she said. follow the leader, it's you."
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| Monday, July 10, 2006 |
| Sweet Vageens! |
Oh yes, it's true. The card is in. If I was irresponsible I would go wild.
My mother looks like she just went through an oven set on crispy. Or leather.
I just made 2 fantastical stencils.
A random dog followed my mother home. It is big and scary. Keep it away from me.
My boss called to see how I am doing. Translation: Are you coming into work tomorrow because my life is sooo difficult and I cannot possibly find someone to work that shift for you.
The disaster which is my room is frightening. It makes Anthony's look clean. Hell, it makes Brynn's look clean!
I don't look like a hamster! YAY!
I'm hoping the sun will bleach my hair so I don't have to do it.
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"Hey you with the dreams in you head, you've been so mislead by you're heart."
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| Sunday, July 09, 2006 |
| SPACE JAM! |
Damn you teeth for being impacted. Though, I do enjoy the the cool sensation of water as it fills the holes where my teeth once called home.
I'm having quite the time opening and closing my mouth, and it becomes more difficult with my mother trying to shove food down my throat every second of the day.
Space Jam is on right now. I haven't seen this movie in forever. I forgot that Bill Murray was in this too.
Welcome back, Sir! There's not much brains at this blog but I'm sure I can find you the brains of a young Canadian male. How would you like that?
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"It's not about the music it's about the abuse." |
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| Saturday, July 08, 2006 |
| I would never give up such a chance |
My brother is an idiot. Yes, Jonathan, you are.
For The Mathematics e-mailed you back and you said you didn't have time for them. If my mind had not been slowly eroding at the time I was learning bass I would have e-mailed them for my self. This is the best opportunity you could be offered and you blew it. You also made me look like an ass to them and now I'll never be able to interview them. Why are you such a lazy ass? Why not go on your day off an play a few songs for them? Weren't you the one who told me you wanted to break nto music?
God damn you are stupid.
martini slaps across your stupid face
"Heaven's not a place you go when you die, it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive."
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| Friday, July 07, 2006 |
| Feelin' Good |
I just had a great conversation with my friend Amanda. It was about 3 hours of wonderfulness. God, I miss her. I haven't talked to her in months. To think that during the school year we lived so close and saw eachother twice. I'm a terrible friend. I'm surprised that people haven't ejected me from their lives yet. Because they should.
I'm only slightly ashamed to say this but tonight I watched Failure To Launch today and I (gulp) liked it. I think I'm biased because I love Bradley Cooper, but I was still shocked that I could sit through it, and sit through it once again. Don't judge me! Cathy Bates is always a good choice.
T minus 10 hours until the wisdom teeth are removed.
Champagne Thursday is a good idea.
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"Each star is a broken heart."
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| Thursday, July 06, 2006 |
| It's Not Like I Have Anything Better To Do, I'm At Work Afterall |
So, what did I do this weekend:
I hung out at Beccas place for her shin dig. Let just say sleeping arrangements were thoroughly uncomfortable. And the afternoon hike was a nightmare for my feet. But, all in all, I had a good time.
I must say, Cambridge has altogether too many people who are either Portugese or support soccer. I didn't really get to see the city, I just drove around it, or rather was driven around. Maybe another time I'll visit and actually spend more than a couple of hours there.
Finally, for four hours I prayed that god would send me a suicide pill. Instead he sent me tasty sushi. I secretly searched for the pill in the sushi.
Oh, and I bought a Jean Leloup CD. Fan-fucking-tastic. He is yet another man on the list of musicians I want to make babies with.
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"...that I should work at a grocery store and give my love to the fruits." |
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| Sunday, July 02, 2006 |
| Missed The Fireworks, But I Won't Miss The Fun |
Going to Toron-to! Going to Toron-to! Going to Toron-to!
Stupid Assprior and their sucky fireworks and shitty weather.
What do you have to do to get someone to hang out around here???
I shall rent excellent movies after work, though I doubt they will get watched. It doesn't matter, I won't be paying for them and I'll have'em for a whole week.
Why do people call/come to a hotel for food? Don't they know that hotel is not an alternate spelling of restaurant? And I know a thing or two about alternate spellings... isn't that right Nick?
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"Make us it, make us hip, make us scene"
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