Deep Thoughts

Here, I was all geared up to talk about anything and everything that's happened to me in the last few weeks, and all of a sudden I'm drawing a blank!

Well, I can start with the disaster that is my kitchen. I'm painting it, so everything that was previously against a wall is now in the middle of the room. Good lord, but the painting needed to be done!! Anyone who has seen my kitchen knows the hideous shade of organge it is. I don't know what the guy who was living here before us thought he was doing. He didn't even paint very well. You could easily see the colour the wall used to be underneath.

I'm not even done painting and the whole kitchen looks a hundred times better! It's so much brighter! The whole room's been opened up just because of a couple coats of paint on half of the walls! It's awesome!

Moving away from that subject, I heard something interesting on the radio. Apparently some group did a survey of women in Canada, and only one woman in one hundred thinks she's beautiful. This, of course caused me to think of myself and if I thought I was beautiful. How tough is that? Can I honestly say to myself that I think I'm beautiful? And trying not to be modest?

Beautiful seems like a word that should be reserved for the fictional, the immaterial, or the unatainable. Movie stars are beautiful. Paintings are beautiful. Rainbows, sunsets, the night sky, a song, a poem, fairies, and various faye folk. These things are "beautiful" in the way that most people think of the word.

Beauty has so many meanings, if you really stop to think about it. It can mean physical appearance, or it can mean inner beauty; compasion, kindness, charity, selflessness...all those good things about the people we care about. Any person I'm friends with doesn't care about what I look like. They see what's inside. And obviously they like what they see, or they wouldn't befriend me in the first place.

And the same goes for me and what I see in my friends. The shiney feeling I get from them is was draws me to them. Not the package it comes in. That's stupid.
would you seriously buy a broken computer/car/anything just because the packaging was pretty? I didn't think so.

That's my beauty.

What to Do?

I've been thinking about getting myself a LiveJournal account. Everyone I know with a blog at all has one at LiveJournal. Well, that's not entirely true. Gwen has a blog on Blogger, and the ever-interesting J-Bro has one at DiaryLand. Then there's Kerrie, who has three blogs (though one is at LiveJournal).

My reasoning is, if I get an account at LiveJournal, maybe someone with finally post a comment on my blog. Maybe it's some kind of LiveJournal elitist thing that causes no one to ever post. I mean, I have an annonymous option too, guys.

I'm iffy about swiching accounts. I like this one just fine. It caters to all of my blogging needs. I don't have an amazing amount of pictures I need published, and I don't know how to design anything for a site that could be considered "Kick-Ass". I know nothing about the HTML, so it would probably end up just being generic LiveJournal preset. Much like it is here.

Of course the scary thing is, I could go and set up an account at LiveJournal and find out that nobody posts because nobody likes me.

Boo Hoo!

DAMMIT!

Well, I know I've left this for a long time now. Something would come up that I wanted to blog about, but by the time I'd get home, I was either too tired or to preoccupied with something else to write about it.

So here we go...This is what the previous week was like.

I got up at ungodly hours to go to work every single morning and dealt with some rather......let's call them "interesting" people. While most of the clientele were actually fine, there are always those couple of people that make you go "Hmm". I won't really get into it though. I still like my job, and I'm glad I've got something that doesn't make me want to puke with rage.

Well, maybe I'll just let you know about Tuesday. About half way through my shift, a man walks in and goes, "Is Stephen here?". To which I replied, "No, he's in Parksville for a meeting".

The guy went on to explain that he was there for maintenance on the computer system, and that to check on it would require him to shut down not only the store's computer, but also all the pumps. When the time came to shut everything down, the code wouldn't work. And when I tried to phone Stephen about it, his phone was off. All the while I had to tell people that the pumps were down. I'm a little surprised at how many people will run their cars right to empty before bothering to go get gas. Finally, Stephen got back to us, and the guy could finish up. It was hectic to say the least.

I also go my first pay cheque in over four months. I can't tell you how excited I was to have that little slip of paper in my hand, and know that I'd be getting another one like it in a few more weeks! I feel like I'm actually doing something. I'm so glad.

On Thursday, I watched the finally of Canadian Idol. I know that months and months ago, I spoke out against reality TV and how much it sucked, but I find that this is not like other reality shows. Maybe I think it's different because there's a talent involved. I really only ever watch the beginning of the season, when all the people who think they can sing get put down, and then have all kinds of attitude. Then I usually just wait until they've weeded all the mediocre out of the group and it's down to the top 10.

In any case, I was mildly disappointed that Theresa didn't win (which is the meaning behind my title for this entry). But I think that's because I despise screaming fan girls (of which Kalan had far too many). I have no doubt both of them will receive record deals, along with the rest of the top 10, since that almost always seems to happen.

And finally, yesterday, Dan and I went to go see Hero (my treat, cuz I have money now). I enjoyed it a lot. Some of the ass-kickery that I missed in Kill Bill Vol. 2 was supplied in this movie. This also seems like the only movie in theatres at the moment worth seeing. Everything else looks like crap, or at best, rent-worthy. There is a movie coming out next week that I'd really like to see however. The Forgotten looks pretty sweet. I don't think I can even describe the plot properly, so I won't even try. Just watch the trailer.

I think Dan and I are going out for dinner tonight. I'm a little excited about going out and having fun, and not having to worry about paying my share! It's awesome!

Come One, Come All...

To wonderful, stupendous, exciting Victoria!

I feel like I've been spoiled over the last week. I had all kinds of different people show up at my door!

On Wednesday, Ward and Ayla decided on a whim to drive down to Victoria and drink wheatgrass. Why Victoria's wheatgrass is so much better than Nanaimo's we may never know. Apparently, the place they went to get this strange brew gave them massive glasses of the stuff, where they thought all they'd be getting is a small shot of it. By the time Ward and Ayla actually made it to our place, they were both feeling somewhat sick. Meanwhile, Dan and I were ravenous because we hadn't eaten yet, thinking they were meeting us closer to supper time. We all went to Boston Pizza, so that Dan and I could get some eats, and Ward and Ayla could essentially sit and watch. They ended up getting some food anyway.

After dinner, we came home again and watched a DVD of Will Ferrell from SNL. He has got to be one of my favourite actors from one of my (used to be) favourite shows. He's just crazy! By the way, if you haven't seen Anchorman, do. You'll laugh your ass right off!

When the DVD was over though, I really, really had to go to bed. It was already way past my bed time when we had started watching it. Ward and Ayla spent the night, but I didn't get to see them the next morning, because I had to leave the house by 5:30 for work.

Then, yesterday, as I was reading Friend Robyn's blog, I found out that she was heading down this way for the Eternal Egypt exhibit at the Royal British Columbia Museum. I gave her a call, and we made plans to meet up when she was done her tour. During that time, Dan and I had all kinds of shopping to do, as well as get Dan a haircut.

When Robyn and her friend, "Dreamy Matt" were done at the museum, they come over to our place for the first time ever. Robyn seemed to have a nervous breakdown at the sight of my cat who still walks funny due to his earlier incident this summer. But honestly, if she thought that was heartbreaking, I'm glad she didn't see him way back in May! I'm positive she would have broken into tears.

Anyway, after Robyn's trauma of seeing my cat, she was put through the trauma of listening to Dan. I'm sure she went home last night and curled up into the fetal position for hours, possibly mumbling something like, "Can't sleep...Dan will get me..."

Word of advice, never mention lesbians to Dan.

Anyway, we had a long chat about life, but then, alas, it was time for Friend Robyn and Dreamy Matt to go. They left shortly after Robyn made Dan promise to visit Nanaimo with me more often.

I'll probably be headed back Nanaimo way sooner or later. I never can stay away for very long. I'll just have to see what my first pay cheque is like to make some solid plans.

Here Comes Another One

So, once again, there is a wedding afoot. This time it is my friend Kerrie (one, two, three), getting married to her long-time beau, Nolan. They'll be getting married tomorrow at Piper's Lagoon. Sadly, I cannot make this blessed event. Mostly due to the fact that I was not invited. But I'm not bitter. ;-)

Anyway, I would like to say congratulations to the soon-to-be-newlyweds, and also, Good luck!

What a Kick-Ass Job I Have!

Just as it says above, this is a friggin awsome job! It's ridiculously easy! Plus I'm getting paid more than minimum wage, working full-time hours, and I get my weekends off! This is gonna make for some much more awesome trips to Nanaimo.

I'm so excited about this job! I work early mornings, but I'm out of there by 1:45 every day. My boss doesn't mind of I sit down when it's not busy, so I do get a kind-of-break. All I do all day is take people's money.

The only thing that kinda sucks is that it's hard to go to the bathroom, because I have to wait till it's really dead and lock the store while I'm away.

I'm getting paid to do nearly nothing! It's ridiculous! But oh so Awesome!

Anyway, other than that, I picked up Hellboy at Rogers for relatively cheap. Go used DVDs! I still think that movie's one of my favourite comic book movies. It's great stuff. Now I'll have to pick up Shrek 2 and the extended DVD of Return of the King in November, and I'll be content for months!

Horrible, Horrible, Horrible

NOTE - Those who are sensitive to issues of animal cruelty may want to skip the link I'm giving in this entry (possibly this entry altogether).

So I was checking my Hotmail account and cleaning up my inbox a little. When I finished, I came to the all too familiar page that Hotmail automatically goes to when you sign out. Sometimes I check the articles if they catch my eye.

Today, there was an article about a film festival that will be showing a documentary about 3 young men who tortured and killed a cat in 2001.

It's not necessarily the fact that they'll be showing this documentary that's so horrible, as the fact that there are people who are will to do something like that to any living thing just for a frigging (there would be stronger language, but my mom may be reading) laugh. Not only that, they recorded it for posterity! What, were they all gonna sit around later and watch it again to make sure they didn't miss anything do draw out the poor things suffering a little longer? That's just sick! The whole affair is just sick!

If karma exists (and I sincerely hope is does), I wouldn't want to be in any of their shoes (Not that I would EVER do that to anything, EVER!).

Just reading that article made me want to cry. It really make me scared for my cat. Just the thought of him being scared and alone, and then also being put through terrible pain for no other reason than that he was there...

It just breaks my heart.