How My Weekend Went

So this weekend was pretty decent if you leave out the jack ass at EB. On Friday I had Nick and Bonnie over for dinner. We had a curry dish that Dan made. It was excellent. Then we watched "School of Rock" and "Willow". School of Rock was better than I thought it would be actually. I had though it would end up being a lot stupider. hahaha...

I've always liked Willow though. But most of you already know my love affair with fantasy novels and the like. Willow seems to be a natural choice if you think about that.

On Saturday, Dan and I went to Nick and Bonnie's for dinner. I apologize to any vegetarians reading this, but we had steak, and I LOVED it!! It's been so long since I've had steak! God it was good!! We had it with mashed potatoes and sauteed mushrooms. Mmmmm....So yummy!

Anyway, we ended up watching "Old School" which was OK, and then we caught the end of "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind" which I really liked. But I've got a headache, so I think I'll talk about it later.

EB Is Asking for a Smack-Down!

So after my little fashion show today, Dan and I had planned to go and buy a PS2. He's been wanting one for a while, and EB (aka Electronics Boutique) was selling refurbished PS2's for $170.00, or thereabouts. They have these boxes of PS2's lining the store, and they're all empty. Dan and I walk into EB, and start looking around for some games to play on our new gaming console. Then we look for a second controller and a memory card. Needless to say, we were gonna spend a good chunk of change in their store.

Dan and I get to the front of the line in the store, and Dan asks if they have anymore of the refurbished PS2's left. The guy's like, "I'll go check."

He returns shortly thereafter, and informs us that they do not have any. Dan got a little upset and says, "I like the empty boxes all over the store."

The guy answers with, "It's an advertisement."

And Dan's like, "For merchandise that you don't have."

The employee then retorts, "Well if you don't like it, leave." So we did.

Nice customer service, asshole! Jesus! I wouldn't be quite so pissed off if Dan hadn't also told me that a completely different EB in the states was known for selling stolen property! That's not even the worst part. When the woman the equipment was stolen from told EB about this, they told her that she had to buy it back from them! And she was a regular customer too!

What does that say to the rest of us? Take your business elsewhere!

I really think we should all boycott their asses until they learn to smarten up, or go out of business, whichever comes first!

I'm Too Sexy for My Hat, Too Sexy for My Hat...

In the immortal words of Right Said Fred, "I'm a model, you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk..."

Yup, I got sucked into a fashion show at the mall at the last minute for Addition-Elle. It was actually a lot of fun. I got to wear this funky suit and a prom dress. However, most of my time was spent just standing around and waiting. I only had the two outfits, and I had to wear them at opposite ends of the show (though the show was only an hour long). I also had to wear these ghastly shoes that pinched my toes after only wearing them for like ten minutes. You know that semi-new style where the toes of the shoes are all pointed and witchy-looking? Well they were kinda like that, and I hated them. They were so uncomfortable! I don't understand how people can like them!

But the dress I wore them with was beautiful! It was all black and satiny, and when you turn around, the back has these great little panels of baby pink that run from the top of the dress to the bottom. And then there's this pretty little detail of a black ribbon criss-crossing across the pink. So cute! But I still like my original prom dress better.

I Bet the Tooth Fairy Is Behind This...

For years now, I've had this recurring dream. Actually, I don't know if you can call it a recurring dream if it's not the same each time, but the same thing always happens to me. It actually really creeps me out a lot. What happens is that I lose one or all of my teeth. I'm never in the same situation, but at one point or another, my teeth fall out. What's even creepier is that I'm positive that I can taste blood in my mouth. You know? As in I've just lost a tooth, and now the hole is bleeding.

Last night I had this dream again. I don't have the dream every night, but it usually occurs every few weeks, to every few months. In the dream, I wasn't aware of anything around me, I was only aware that my back molar was becoming lose. I tried not to play with it, but after a while I probed it with my tongue. That made it worse, and it seemed to fall apart in my mouth. I spat chunks of the tooth out for what seemed like an awfully long time before I got it all out. Then the tooth beside it started getting lose. I woke up before anything happened to it.

Now, I've looked up the meaning of this (not that specific dream, but losing teeth in general) in one of those dream books, and it had two interpretations. The first was a fear of growing old. The second was I wanted to be pregnant. I can tell you right now, I'm not interested in being pregnant any time soon! And I never really thought I had a problem with getting older...

Well I don't know...Every once in a while I wonder what kind of person I'll be when I'm older. Will I still look OK? Will I lose all my teeth? Will I be forced to wear Depends? I guess the idea of losing my independence scares me a little bit. I don't want to have to rely on others to take care of me.

But on the other hand, I'm sure that most people would say the same. But I don't hear my friends telling me that they all have this little dream of losing their teeth for no particular reason. Generally I don't put a lot of stock into these kinds of books anyway, because I believe that each person's subconscious is individualized by each person's experience.

However, I don't remember having any traumatic experiences with teeth, so I guess it'll be left a mystery...

I Stand Corrected...

So Hilary Duff's clothing line is actually made in India. So it's actually little Indian girls being beaten, instead of Chinese girls...

Green Eggs and Ham, and Other Things I Don't Like

I actually love Dr. Seuss...I grew up with his stories...But you know how the main character of that book continuously states, "I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them, Sam I Am."? Well, that's what I mean.

Mostly I want to unload a little steam about little miss perfect, Hilary Duff. I just don't like her. Something about her attitude or her music, or that stupid new fashion line of her's really erks me. My god, now she thinks she's a fashion designer?? Have you seen the clothes she's spitting out? They're just t-shirts and pants with her name plastered all over them! I could do that! That's not fashion design! That's having access to a silk-screening machine! The term itself implies that there's some kind of designing involved. Anyone can make a t-shirt! It's a t-shirt!! There's not a lot of thought involved there. And no doubt they've all been made in China by some poor little Chinese girl who was just beaten for losing a finger in one of the machines or something! What's wrong, Hil? Too busy with your "career" as a skanky pop star to actually have a hand in the production of your clothes?

Maybe that's unfair...I understand that if you're going to mass-produce something, that you'll have to hire on help. But GOD! All the little girls that are growing up today are growing up with "role models" like Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera, and now Hilary Duff. Doesn't anyone else see a trend here? They're all skinny, blonde, skanky pop stars that never actually sing. No, I'm sorry. I'll admit that Christina here actually has some talent, but could she look a little more like a hooker please? I don't think she's shown enough people what kind of a nasty skank she is. I don't like using words like "whore" because that would mean that these girls/women are selling their bodies to make money....but wait....isn't that what sells them? It's certainly not their music.

I'll admit that I sing along to the occasional Christina song, but as previously stated, she's the only one with any talent. Also, all of their songs sound the same! That's probably because they've all been written by the same 10 people.

God! Pop stars make me so mad! Here I am working my ass off to go to school and learn how to sing, understand the basic workings of music and compose properly, while all they need is a nice body and be able to vaguely carry a tune! None of them are original. They all look and sound the same, and that bothers me. It's the cookie cutter industry of Pop Divas! God forbid that a heavy-set girl/woman try and make it as a singer....Can't ruin the positive image of the perfect size 2 girl, can we? I even saw an article once that put down Christina Aguilera for having the tiniest amount of pudge around her belly. I mean, they had to do an extreme close-up of her belly for anyone to even see it. Christ! No wonder there are Pro-Eating Disorder sites out there! No wonder women see themselves as gigantic whales. I can't say that I've been immune to this kind of thinking myself, as I am a heavy-set person, in fact, the only heavy female in my immediate family. And this kind of blatant slamming of anyone who doesn't look like a friggin model really makes me mad.

When I still worked at Winners, I was putting away some clothes in the "Junior Trendsetters" area (meaning, basically, clothes for the Britney/Christina/Hilary wannabes, ages 10 through 40) and there were these girls shopping there. That was all fine and good. Then they started looking through the pants, starting at size 0 (Yes, Winners carries size 0 on occasion) and worked her way through. When she got to size 11...SIZE ELEVEN, she said, in a voice that would carry at least through the Junior Trendsetters area, "And these are all the fat people pants!" I was only standing like 6 or 7 feet away from them too. Do you know what I would pay to be able to fit into size 11 pants?? That was a completely rude and ignorant thing to say, not to mention that after she said it she didn't even have the after-thought to look around to see if there was a quote-unquote "fat person" around who might have heard it.

I would like to end this on a happier note, so I'd like to say that I get to wear jeans to work again on Wednesday! Ah, simple pleasures...Without you I would have long ago died of some kind of stress disorder...

It's Just Surreal!

Warning: Another rant...

So I was watching my TV last night, and on pops this add for yet another reality TV show. This one has decided to use a bunch of washed up old actors/rappers and stick them in a house together. Such celebrities include MC Hammer, Gary Coleman, Vanilla Ice, Ron Jeremy...and a plethora of others. The show is called "The Surreal Life 2" which implies that there was a "Surreal Life 1". Honestly, are these people so desperate to keep the TV appearances up that they're going to let themselves be degraded to the level of reality TV? Shows like this are about as high on my list of things to watch as daytime talk shows and those damn TV court shows. If you've ever sat through either, you know what I'm talking about.

The fact is, according to those oh so omnipotent TV execs, what everyone wants, is to be able to pry into other peoples' personal lives. People aren't happy with their own lives, so they have to watch crap like this. GOD!!! TURN OFF THE TV AND GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE!!! If you're so bored that other peoples' lives take precedent over your own, you have some serious couch potato issues!

I mean, I don't care if you watch a little TV and stuff, but why waste your time with stuff like this? These shows are specifically designed to put the people in them into awkward or frustrating situations. Would you really want to be put in situations like that day after day? For instance, the upcoming episode of this particular show has all the inmates taking a field trip to a nudist colony. Clothing is not optional. If they wish to go anywhere while they are there, they must be naked! What kind of people would want to be on a show like this? Oh yes, the terminally arrogant and self-centered who think they're worthy of being the center of someone's rather boring universe.

There's a quote that I keep running through my head while I write this that has always made me think. It's from the movie, ED TV (a movie all about reality TV):

It used to be that you were famous because you were special. Now, you are special because you are famous.

Just some food for thought. And with that, I'm done.

Why, Oh Why Did I Agree to See This Movie?

This is because I started a mini rant yesterday, and I wanted to finish.

You know, I hadn't intended to see the movie, "Decoys," in the first place, but my friend, Ward, was going, and I though "What the Hell. It can't be that bad." At the time I was more worried about the scariness factor. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), that was not my biggest concern once the show started.

My first clue should have been that there were only about 8 people in the theatre (including the 4 of us). I have to say that the plot didn't do anything for me, and neither did the dialogue, really...So much about this movie just ended up being lame.

I mean, the main character (also known as "Luke") spends a good portion of the movie see-sawing back and forth on these "girls," even though he saw actual proof that they were aliens (they had tentacles flying out of their mid-sections and they listened to Yanni)! I mean, yeah, he was drunk, but I've never heard of someone hallucinating because they had a few beers!

He also seems to have access to all kinds of areas that I would have thought to be out of bounds to civilians....You know, like the morgue...I have never heard of a person just wandering into an area like that without having some kind of permission to be there. I mean, maybe if there was a family bond or something, he would be allowed to see the body for closure...But he was not related to the deceased...he didn't even like the guy. And the whole place looked like it was shut down for the night. Generally, when places like this are totally devoid of any kind of supervision, they're locked up tight in order to keep morons like Luke here from tampering with the bodies!

I could go into the dialogue itself, but I've tried to block this experience from my mind...I'll just say that such gems as "The belt of Orion...How 'bout the belt of O'fryin'!" Have kept me up at night...

I wish I could explain better the whole sequence of events leading up to Luke's discovery of the possible use of tentacles...First of all, the doctor is doing his autopsy of the first murder. The body has been frozen totally solid from the inside out. Did I mention that the deceased also has the most amazingly hilarious look that has ever been frozen into position! I can't even describe it to you....I doubt I could even duplicate it for you if you came to my house and asked me to try. And I would indeed try for you, just to share the hilarity! Anyway, back to the tentacle story...He's been frozen, and the doctor explains to Detective Kirk that there is evidence that something has been forced down the guy's throat...To make it simpler for the Detective that never actually solves his case, the doctor shows Kirk a white board with a vague representation of the dead guy's profile. The doctor then scribbles a line down the picture's throat. Enter a few hours later, our hero Luke...who sees this drawing, and whispers to himself, "A tentacle." What makes this really funny is that the way that the doctor drew it, the line could be going either way, up or down...For all Luke knows, it could be a diagram of some guy throwing up...

Then there's the quasi love story between one of the aliens and Luke best buddy...Buddy kinda looks like a heavy Elijah Wood....If you don't see it, it doesn't really matter, it's not relevant to the story...Anyway, Buddy falls in love with one of the aliens, and she confesses the whole plan to him. Then Buddy dies as a result of having sex with the alien...So I guess it would never have worked out between them, if he was gonna go and die all the time... This sends Luke into a murderous rage, and in the end he kills all the aliens.

Oh, but wait...Luke's girl buddy turns out to be one of them! DUN DUN dun....The End...

In short, this was an hilarious movie, but not because the makers wanted it to be funny. I laughed my ass right off in the theatre. I'd probably get the VHS or something, just because I happen to like awful movies for the stupidly funny factor. But I wish I hadn't wasted the $10.00 to see it in a theatre.

Imaginary Girlfriends

Yup, that's right...You can now pay to have an imaginary relationship with girls you've never met!

I found this on Something Awful....I just can't believe there's a market for this sort of thing!!

Dead of the Dawn...

I was checking my e-mail today, and when I signed out of my hotmail account, the news article on MSN was about the new remake of Dawn of the Dead.

Now I've never been a scary movie person. The only reason I know anything about this movie at all is because Ward and I went to the most terrible movie that ever made it to the theatre (I'm talking about a little Canadian-made movie called Decoys if anyone is interested in terrible movies). There was a trailer for Dawn of the Dead before I suffered through the main attraction...But anyway, Dawn of the Dead is a zombie movie. In this remake, the makers have decided to take a few liberties with the whole zombie criteria. First of all, these zombies move at, like, lightning speed. Apparently, they also have super-human strength.

At this point, every single movie monster has been messed with. None of the original weaknesses occur in today's monsters. Well, really, the only two that never seem to follow the "old myths" are vampires and now zombies, so maybe I'm jumping the gun a little.

Really, the thing I wanted to share was this quote from the article which goes like this:

[Zombies are] the perfect villains because they're fearless, tireless and ubiquitous. You can't reason with a zombie. Zombies are the mindless masses who forcibly convert you to their way of life.

I really like this quote, if only because it seems true to real life. People try to do this kind of thing to each other; make everyone the same. It's an interesting parallel that I found, is all...

Other than that, there's not much happening. I'm helping Dan with a project for school, and then I work on Sunday.

What an uneventful life.

Have you ever encountered one of those people who either just won't shut up, or just plain refuses to make sense? Well here's your answer.

From Jeans to Nostalgia

It's pretty sad when the highlight of any given day for me is that I get to wear jeans to work tonight. But I have to say that I do love my jeans.

I take fairly simple pleasure in life. Give me a semi-decent job, a little school, good food to eat, some music, and jeans to wear, and I'm all set. Well, maybe I'm a littlemore complicated than that. I'd also like to add to that senario Dan and my cat...Possibly a nice comfy couch as well.

I miss my childhood sometimes. All the fun I had growing up in Burnaby and Nanaimo...When the biggest worry I had was cleaning my room. Well, truth be told, I still seem to have an issue with keeping my room clean. Sometimes it seems like the only time I get around to it is for special occasions. But I digress...

Some of my earliest memories are of our duplex in Burnaby. As I remember it, we had a big front yard where I would make mud pies in a little puddle that always formed after the rain. The back yard was equally huge to my 6 year old mind, and it contained a swing set that my sisters and I would play surprisingly complicated games on that I wouldn't be able to explain in a blog.

I remember the set up of our split level duplex and the bedroom I shared with Bonnie and Robyn...And Bonnie being the evil child that would chase me around the house in a big circuit because she was able to walk and bite at a frighteningly young age. I also remember convincing Robyn to pretend she was a robot and clean our room for us. And the time the three of us plus a long lost friend got locked into a room because the door latch was broken.

I remember Inman Elementary where I was a Munchkin in the school play, "The Wizard of Oz" and how that school was painted in the most hideous combination of colours shortly before we moved to the Island. Strangely, I don't remember the colours, I just remember thinking they were ugly.

I remember moving to Nanaimo and being sad that I was leaving my best friend, Laura behind. We tried to be pen pals, but eventually the letters stopped coming and going and I haven't heard from her since I was 8 or 9. I remember Peartree Meadows, and all the new friends I made there. And how I ran into some of these people later on in life.

Yup...That's my life...Ah Nostalgia, what would we do with out you?

Holy Hardcore, Batman!

Be forwarned: There's a bit of a rant coming....sorry...

Wow, I knew a job as a painter would be labour intensive, but I don't think I realized just how labour intensive it would be. I went to my interview today thinking, "I know I'll be expected to spend long hours in the sun, and there'll be a lot of repetitive motion and such...But you know, I think this'll be a good experience for me. It'll be fun!" But when I got to the interview, the man interviewing me did everything in his power to make the job look as unappealing as possible. I don't understand this idea of, "I'm going to make this job look like the worst possible job you'll ever have to experience. Do you still want to work for us?"

No, Jackass!

This guy basically told me I could expect 14 hour days starting at 6 or 7 in the morning going till 8 at night, at least 5 days a week, with little releif from the sun, and only the possibility of making more than minimum wage! Would you still want to work for them?

I know it's a job, and I'll be making money and all the rest of it, but I wanted to do a lot more with my summer than sleep and work. I wanted to go to Nanaimo and see old friends. I wanted to go to the weddings of my friends and family. I wanted to spend time with Dan for more than a few minutes a day. I wanted to eat regular meals (as in 3 meals a day at regular intervals)!! In short, I wanted to be able to enjoy even just a little of the money I'd be making. Even if I did get this job, and I did all the stuff they wanted of me, I'd still have to take a student loan in order to go to school. I'm probably spoiled, but I just don't see that as fair.

If I'm gonna get paid minimum wage anyway, I'll save my skin from cancer and just keep working at Addition-Elle I think...You never know, I may even be able to convince my old boss at Subway to give me my job back and I could work two jobs that just don't seem as bad as I previously thought.

hahahaha...

PS~ Happy St Patty's Day!

Wish me luck...I'm off to my interview, followed by 4 hours of work at Addition-Elle. You know, it doesn't matter how comfortable the shoes are, 4 hours of standing around and waiting on customers on a concrete floor with nothing to alieviate (sp?) the pain does nothing for my feet, their arches, or my back.

Good lord, I've really hit the bottom of the geek barrel now, haven't I?

I've got my own website, my favourite webcomics, and now, my own blog. I guess I just have to admit to myself that I'm not the stellar, unbeleivably gorgeous "cool cat" that I thought, huh?

Now, I really have to blame this on my friend, Kerrie, as she's the one who put this little idea in my head. I haven't seen said friend in years due to the fact that she lives in Vancouver, while I live in Victoria. One day I saw that she had started up a blog and posted nearly every day with the little tidbits of her life. I thought, "Wow, what a neat idea. What an easy way to let all your friends know what you're up to!" But Kerrie is an excepionally whitty person, where I have never found myslef to be overly funny or whitty (I don't even know if I'm spelling "whitty" properly). Anyway, you can all see that I bit the bullet and decided to just do it. It'll give me something to do when I'm bored anyway.

So, anyway...what can I say. Life's pretty dull these days, unless you count the job interview I have coming up tomorrow for College Pro Painters, or all of the scholarships and bursaries I've been looking at for school next year (provided the very nice, highly attractive people at UVic accept me this year). Did you know that there's a scholarship out there for people who win a song writing competition. Yeah, that's not even the best part....The song you write has to be about Duct Tape.

Just let that sink in for a moment....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....DUCT TAPE!!!

That's right, lady and gentleman, a song about Duct tape. I'm thinking Classically styled music and a cello....maybe a piano. Too bad I can't play either of those instruments...I guess it's just me and my voice.