Buhbye Sanity!
Know how I can tell I’m loosing it? I made yet another emailing account, only this time on Yahoo! I wanted to give it a go. See what was so great about it.
Anyways, I’m off to camp bright and early tomorrow morning, so I best get my last minute apartment stuff packed and all that jazz since I’m moving in on the 2nd now. I’ll be gone until the 30th!! All you crazy kids out there have a wonderful rest of your summer!
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6:42 pm |
The Principle of Things.
Camp is Friday, there is so much that still has to be done, including all of the packing I’ve got to do - not only for camp but for moving out too. Since I think I’m going to move out on September 2nd now. I’m so excited for camp, I’ll go out of this crappy summer job with a bang! I don’t know if I’m going to come back next year, I’ll see what I think and feel after my evaluation and talk with Bossman. I’m fuming still because he wasn’t able to get the bus assignments switched around so for 7 hours Nifty and I will be on separate buses, which is fine and I can deal with but it’s the principle of things. I’m forever talking about the principle of things but it never seems to get any clearer in the minds of my co-workers!
I think that if John’s girlfriend can accompany him on set up crew when she’s never been to camp and supposedly its “older volunteers and most experienced student only”, I should be able to ride on the same bus as Nifty. We weren’t even planning on sitting together. We just wanted a little chat time, since the week will prove to be very busy. But it seems like everyone in the office (excluding Bossman) is hell bent on keeping us apart. He wasn’t aloud to be in my group for a stupid day trip, and my only reason for wanting him in the group was to have him carry my bag so I didn’t hurt my back again.
Oh well. I’ll stick it out for one more week and then I’ll be gone. Too bad my money is disappearing thanks to buying new clothes (which I had to do, none of my jeans fit me and I don’t have many long sleeve shirts for fall). I still have to buy a new jacket. I don’t have a winter coat or anything. I’m not sure if I need to get anything for the apartment still but I probably will. Then there is grocery shopping and the monthly phone bill. That’s right, buh-bye hard earned money.
I’m not sure if I’ll get the chance to post again before Friday, there is so much I have to do. Today is bag drop off and I have a late start, and then after work I think Nifty and I are going to Kiki and Feenbag’s welcome back party - which I almost didn’t know about had I not walked in on John inviting KIAB. The Backpackers are back for camp! I missed Kiki and Feenbag a lot, but I’m sure I’ll barely get to talk to them with all the other people there who missed them a lot 
oh well. I almost blew their secret of coming back for camp in front of a member I was so tired yesterday and not thinking at all!! Luckily John and Kiki’s mom were able to divert his attention.
Well it’s back to the hell hole for yet another day. Ok so maybe it’s not a total hell hole, but there are more shitty things out weighing the good things. Luckily the good things are really good or there would be no reason for me to go in each day.
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11:04 am |
Because it’s late and I’m bored.
I can’t sleep, so I decided to amuse myself by drawing a picture of Avitable as a cheerleader. I was inspired by his comment and my retort in my earlier Sunday Sarcastica Opinion post about high school. So here it is.
Avitable would make one hot cheerleader. Don’t you think? I dunno actually. My school didn’t have a football team, let alone cheerleaders. But if my high school had had a football team, I could tell you right off the bat who would be on the cheerleading squad. And no, it wouldn’t be Avitable. Or me.
Anyways, it’s been an eventful weekend. Yesterday was the Volunteer Appreciation at my house. It was a lot of fun. Filling up balloons in the downstairs bathroom with paint and water was the most fun I’ve had all summer. The actual paint balloon war wasn’t as much fun, since most of them didn’t break on contact and you sort of had to run up to the person you wished to throw it at and snap it over their heads. Oh well. I stubbed my bloody toe 65 million times in the course of the day though, and I think it’s broken. I’ll find out tomorrow though I suppose.
After everybody left, Nifty demanded we go up to his trailer. Even though he barely got any sleep the night before (thanks to being drunk) and worked all day serving alcohol at Warriors Day. Nifty didn’t listen to me and insisted he wasn’t all that tired. We stopped for coffee and about an hour later got pulled over by a cop.
It was the scariest mother bleeping thing ever. It was Nifty’s first time getting pulled over and my first time being in the car of someone getting pulled over. Since Nifty was doing 30 on an off ramp that was marked 70, she obviously thought he was drunk and asked him if he had anything to drink.
“Nope, just Tim Hortons!” was his really lame response, it honestly sounded like he was drunk. I had to dig through his glove department for his proof of insurance - I had no idea what proof of insurance was supposed to look like, so then I looked drunk! She took him to the back of her cruiser to have a talk with him about how more accidents happen when you’re tired then drunk, and then told him to pull off the road and take an hour to sleep. So I had to wander around Country Style by myself for an hour while he slept. This all happened around 11 o’clock at night so I was terrified that I would be kidnapped or something.
Anyways, the entire trip up was a waste of time and gas. We ended up leaving today around 3pm because my toe was killing me and Nifty wanted to go home to play his drums. I suppose everyone has to get pulled over by the cops at some point though. And it was fun to laugh about after…
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11:54 pm |
The Sunday Sarcastica Opinion #7: High School
The name alone sounds horrifyingly scary. High school. In my mind I can remember my first day of high school, and I was so scared I could barely breath. Finding out who’s home room I was in was terrifying; instead of going into the gym and having the teachers by grade call up who was in their classes, we had to go into the cafeteria and find our names alphabetically in order to find out what class we were in. We had to do this with the older grades also searching for their names and home room classes. To me, it was intimating. I suppose it didn’t help that B1 had been so nervous about her first day just the year before; I had no idea what to expect, and like most siblings she made it sound rough.
As the day progressed, I realized it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. I [luckily] went to a small high school, so it was easy to remember where my classes were and figure out the numbering system. That was easy enough. However, I had my first bad experience with high school the day of. During lunch, JD and I were wandering around the halls talking about how it wasn’t as bad as we expected it. I tried to avoid making eye contact with anybody in the higher grades, as I was still super intimated by everyone. My had work at avoiding making eye contact was shot to shit, however, when we walked by a group of grade 12 guys. One of them asked me out, and I knew they were doing it for a laugh, as it was my first day of high school and I was clearly in grade nine. I said no and kept walking. The guy had to further humiliate me by saying “You should lower your standards a bit, that’s what I just had to do.” That really wasn’t the encouraging thing you’d hope to hear on your first day.
Over the next few years things scarcely improved. I made friends, I figured out who I was, but I still encountered people I would have rather not encountered in the first place. When B2 entered grade nine, they handed her a book on depression with advice on how to deal with high school drama. The statistic rate for teen depression has gotten so big over the past decade, they hand out booklets on how to deal with it the day you enter grade nine. This isn’t promising. I suppose there’s nothing you can do about it though, since high school is all about finding yourself. Most kids just find petty, asshole people who strive to be popular by knocking others down.
Needless to say, I’m glad high school is over. I had a lot of good times with my friends, but I wouldn’t go back for anything. I’m not one of those people who was Suzy High School. I was above the drama and pathetic bush parties where you spent more time running from the cops for starting a fire then socializing. Personally, I think parties are occasions to socialize, not run away from cops for underage drinking. And nearly casing bush fires. I found myself in high school though, and I’m thankful for that. I know several people who are still trying to sort that business out.
Now, I think it would be interesting to hear everyone else’s view on high school. What is your worst high school memory? Your best high school memory? Would you go back if you could?
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7:12 pm |
Apparently, I was drunk last night…
It only took a total of 10 minutes to move the things I brought up with me into the apartment. How pathetic is that? I really should have brought more but I was hesitant on how much to bring, and I didn’t want to bring any of my personal items such as pictures and stuffed animals because I won’t be there and I figured that would be slightly weird. Maybe I should have brought up more though. Like my printer, I don’t think I’ll be using it anytime soon. Camp is this upcoming Friday and after that I have 3 days to get my ass in gear. I’ll get back on the 30th, but I’ll have to come into the office again on the 31st because Bossman wants to do an evaluation with me so that they have it on hand next year. The very next day is the family party, which is going to be awesome! I can’t wait to see Karen, Daren and the kids! And Joel and Mel of course!
While I was unpacking my stuff, Landlordy told me that they would be in Guelpf on the day I was planning on moving up; the third. He said I could still move on that day, and they would just leave the keys in a place Roomy and I could find so we could get in, or we could move in on the 2nd. Since the 2nd is the day you can get bus passes, Student IDs and text books, I’m thinking I might have to move my stuff up that day, even though I would rather move up on the third, giving me one day to myself. I was hoping to spend the 2nd with Nifty, since our one year is on the 4th and that’s the first day of school for both of us, so clearly we won’t get to spend it together but I’m not sure…because I need to get my Student ID and bus pass. And, of course, the rest of my books.
Anyways, Nifty and I got back around 4pm and went to the mall so Nifty could buy some clothes for camping; last year he only packed one pair of jeans, one sweater, and 5 shirts and boxers. This year I’m forcing him to pack better. Hell, I think I’ll pack for him! But he could only find one shirt and then the demon shoes I was wearing almost killed me so we had to leave so I could go buy new cheap shoes. B1’s shoes really are the product of a demon! They appeared to fit, but after a while they suddenly got big on my feet and I kept tripping out of them. Then I slide and almost fell on my ass. Effing demon shoes. While I was buying cheap new shoes at Urban Planet, Nifty was getting his hair cut. It’s so short! He hates it, but I love it! I think it’s hot and I can actually see his face and his gorgeous blue eyes! Just check him out!
He almost didn’t come to the staff appreciation dinner because he didn’t want John to say anything about his hair. But I forced him to come, since I knew Bossman’s girlfriend was going to be there and I predicted Nesha’s boyfriend would be there, and we were going to the restaurant where John’s girlfriend is a hostess. So he came. The girls all loved his new cut, but Bossman told him to grow it back. He was just teasing but I bet Nifty took it to heart.
After dinner, we all went to Nesha’s house. Who would have thought that they would be assholes drunk? Not me. They wouldn’t let me participate in any drinking games because I’m “tiny”, so Bossman’s girlfriend and I amused ourselves taking pictures and drinking the Grape Twisted Vodka she bought. Nifty was included in all of the drinking games, but I was the only one who wasn’t. This pissed me off. I was drinking more sitting there by myself then I would have had they actually included me. I wasn’t even all that drunk, I was still fuming and thinking about what assholes they were, I didn’t approach them about it or get into any fights. Clearly I wasn’t as drunk as they thought. They even took my last bottle away because I was “too drunk”. Apparently a girl can’t use the washroom for BM when drinking, it’s only assumed she’s puking. In reality, the garlic bread and pasta didn’t like my stomach.
I still had a little fun though. We told creepy ghosts stories and Nifty and I scared everyone about my house, since there’s a lot of scary shit here. And I’m not even hungover, so obviously I wasn’t that drunk to begin with. But like I said before, if you have a drink in your hand and you giggle, everyone says you’re drunk. If you just deny it, they will say you’re drunk even more.
Now I should really set up for the volunteer appreciation, which will start in 4 hours at my house. I need to call my co-workers and find out whats going on as far as who is picking up the buns for the BBQ.
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11:19 am |
Moving Stuff Day
Today is moving stuff day. Hopefully I can go to the college and buy the text books I don’t already have, since the book store will probably be open today. I don’t think it’s going to be open on the 3rd of September, so I really want to buy all my text books. I also have to get my bus pass. And my Student ID.
I can’t wait for September 3rd…September 3rd means no more work and time to move out. Of course, I’ll have to find a job somewhere and work a little bit so I have some extra money on hand. I don’t want to touch the money my grandparents gave me just yet, as I’m investing it. I still have to finish my OSAP application - very soon. It should have been done forever ago, but I didn’t have a lot of the information it asked for. I still don’t have it, but I need to finish it anyway.
The thrill of living away from home is hitting me hard. I can’t wait! I’m going to miss my family (obviously) and being further away from Nifty will clearly suck. But being on my own will be cool. I’ll have to be dependent on myself.
After I get back into town, I’m going out for dinner with Bossman, KIAB, Nesha, John and perhaps their significant others. I’m hoping they will bring their boyfriends and girlfriends because Nifty is going to be driving me, so sending him away for the meal would be really rude. I’ll have to call them and see what’s going on.
Before I live though, I have to clean the entire house. I have to make it shine. I also need to shower…ew. Hopefully Nifty will want to stop in town so I can buy a new purse. I also have to get him in for an appointment with a hairdresser, since he said he would get his hair cut. Finally! I have won 
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12:47 pm |
Mountains out of Ant Hills
I tend to make a mountain out of an ant hill with situations I don’t like. I don’t know why I do it, but I do. I can’t seem to stop either. I want to stop, I make life very unpleasant for myself by doing so. But as of right now, I haven’t been successful in leaving the ant hills as ant hills. They always end up as mountains by the end of the day.
This applies for every aspect of my life; not just work. Although lately, the ant hills are mountains more in work. I start out each day happy and as the day progresses it just turns to shit. But I try; I come in with a smile. I just let little things bother me. Like the fact that I won’t be on the same bus as Nifty for the 7 hour long bus ride. I think it’s completely unfair because the co-worker who made up the bus assignments is going to setup with his girlfriend, even though she’s a new volunteer who has never been to the week long before. If he wasn’t going to set up, he would have ensured that she was on his bus. But because it’s me and he knew that Nifty and I wanted to be on the same bus, he put us on separate buses.
They claim its because Nifty and I “flirt”. I barely talk to Nifty while we are at a related event and if I do, I speak to him like a friend, like I would to any of the members or my co-workers. We definitely do not give off any signs that we are dating, at least not physically or intentionally. Perhaps it’s easier for them to tell because they know we are dating, but the members don’t.
I truly am treated like the low man on the totem pole, and the end of summer can’t come soon enough for me. I will apply for the job again next year, even after the torture I put myself through [by making mountains out of ant hills] this summer. Hopefully the staff will be different (except for Bossman, I like Bossman) and I will be able to shine through as more of a leader - because I can be a leader, or at least lead myself. I know what has to be done but KIAB rarely lets me lead the group. In fact, she hasn’t. Ever. My ideas never make the front page, even though my ideas are awesome.
I’ll make that change though. I have to. Maybe I can keep all my frustrations and disappointments under wraps until the end of summer, I don’t want to blow it for myself next year. I want the ability to come back if I want to. If I find a better, higher paying job where I’m moving too then I won’t if I like it better because who would go back to a place that is run by corrupt power hungry politics? And Bossman might not even be there, and if that’s the case I’d really have nobody I liked still working. Bossman hates it there too.
But enough about that, I have a late start at work today. I don’t have to be in until 1pm, so I’m going to catch up on blog reading and commenting - something I have not done in a while. I also am going to update my other blog, you know, the one I keep on the side - but don’t tell this blog You should go comment it. Nobody’s commented me there in forever probably because I’m really boring there and they hate me so do it before I cry.
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10:41 am |
Facebook got me into trouble
It’s not even Wednesday yet, and I’m already dragging through the days. Today felt like it lasted forever, and I got into an argument with KIAB. She found out that I made a facebook event for the upcoming volunteer appreciation and had people RSVPing that way. Both John and Nesha knew about the facebook event, as they also have access to it. I figured it was an easier way to get in contact with everyone and make it less formal because everybody uses facebook and it has replaced emailing as the primary contact tool. I have emailed friends only to have them reply to those emails on facebook, so I figured I would get more people’s attention by it.
According to KIAB, using facebook to contact volunteers about events is completely unprofessional and makes her feel stupid because she’s “out of the loop” and not included. Personally, I think this whole argument wasn’t even about facebook, it was about the fact that KIAB has to be in control of everything and if she isn’t it pisses her off. This is something I am responsible and in control of, and it pisses her right off. She’s mad because no one emailed her back, and they all messaged me back on facebook. Nesha and I tried to explain to her that facebook was the easiest way to get in contact with volunteers, as they are all facebook junkies. But again, because the matter wasn’t even about facebook, KIAB just wouldn’t let it rest. I ended up backing down and saying I won’t make facebook events to get volunteers involved just because she would not get off my back. She kept acting like she was better then me. I was so frustrated I locked myself in the bathroom for 20 minutes and cried.
I am so sick of being treated like the low man on the totem pole. Jam notices it; we were talking about it after work. She told me to talk to Bossman fast, because she sees the way KIAB treats me; and that’s like I’m incapable of doing the simplest tasks. I don’t understand why she can do a million things without “discussing it” with us, yet I can’t make a friggin’ facebook event to talk to my volunteer friends!
Anyways, that aside, I have finally figured out my second costume. For most of the week (except for that day KIAB, Nesha and I dress up as Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, and Sailor Mars) I’m going to be Elektra! How kick ass is that? Just look at how awesome the costume is!
I’ll probably end up altering it to make it less, er, slutty since it’s not really work appropriate. I’ve already ordered red spandex and red gloves that go up to my elbows online - jeez, you really can buy anything online these days!
So that is my second, every day character. I’m thinking about having more costumes on hand in case any volunteers in my cabin don’t dress up (they better, or I’ll beat them!). I really wanted to go as Sarcastica, since that’s such a kick ass name and totally sounds like a superhero (with the power of extreme sarcasm) but I’m too lazy to make up the costume, that involves thinking and I don’t want to. So I’ll just be Elektra and Sailor Mars, that’s more then enough!
Despite today’s run in with KIAB, I’m looking forward to camp. I’ve always had a good time, so I expect I’ll have just as much fun this year; if I don’t let KIAB’s controlling nature get on my nerves, and trust me, that’s going to be a challenge! I have to run a couple of activities with her, or rather, she’s going to run a couple of activities and I’m going to stand their attempting to run them but have her talk over me. Ya. I can’t wait.
At least I didn’t barf today 
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9:12 pm |
I’m out of this world
Man I do not know what was with me today, I felt so sick I had to go home halfway through the day! I got to work and felt pretty damn ok; I was early, as usually (I’m always early) so I clocked myself in and read some blogs was very productive for half an hour. The other students and I had a quick pow-wow when they all got to the office and we decided to run some errands. We needed to pick up a lot of fabric for the crafts and the gift we are making the camp owners who are always so nice to us. We decided to go with our Superhero theme and make them capes. Well Nesha will have to make them, since she’s the only one who knows how to sew. We also had to go to my favourite place ever, Value Village, where you can get practically anything you need! KIAB, Nesha and I decided to dress up as Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, and Sailor Mars for one solid day at camp and take on the frogs (which are two volunteers dressed up in frog costumes that run around soaking people with water guns) so we were looking for skirts. We each found something to work with, and Nesha is going to do all the costume work for us.
I also found really kick ass boots; they go up to my knees and totally look like Superhero boots! I’ll probably wear them all week, but for my Sailor Mars costume I will put red felt on them to make them look like the red Sailor Mars boots. I can’t wait to take on the frogs!! We’re planning on staging a really lame take down, where we actually call out “MOON POWER!” and all that lame jazz. Only since I haven’t seen Sailor Moon in forever I don’t know what Sailor Mars yells out. I’ll have to google it or something. But picture it now; the three of us taking on life sized frogs with our “superpowers”! In reality, we’re just going to bomb them with water balloons filled with rice [because it sticks to you]. If we play mean, we can ensure that we’ll win!
Anyways, I was fine until we got to the Fabric Store. Then I started to feel really exhausted, so I sat down while the other students searched for what we needed. By the time we got back to the building, I felt so sick I barfed. Then I tried to eat my bagel from Tim Hortons that I had gotten for lunch thinking I was just off because I was hungry. That came up fifteen minutes later. Finally I just called my dad and went home, throwing up at work is not fun and I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Luckily I have some hours banked and won’t loose money, but it appears that Monday has made me sick. That and the unbearable heat; although it’s my own fault for wearing jeans.
And it turns out that Roomy might not be able to move her stuff in on the the day we were planning, which was the 19th. Now it looks as if we are going up on Friday evening to do so, since I work on the Saturday and Nifty works on the Friday and won’t be able to drive me during the day. I’m still really excited about moving my stuff and seeing the apartment again! This summer has [truthfully] been dragging a little. I love my job and I plan on coming back next year, it’s fun despite the drama and the fact that I don’t really related to my co-workers. I find their sense of humour well, not funny. I don’t generally find jokes where someone gets put down funny unless they aren’t about me.
For the past little while I was convinced I wouldn’t be applying for the job next year, but then my brain kicked in and I decided that it could be different since KIAB and Nesha won’t be coming back, so two different people will be applying and I might get along better with them then I did the three I currently work with. I like them all individually but when they are together they sort of team up on me because it’s “funny”. Normally I wouldn’t stand for it, I’m Sarcastica after all! But it always happens while we at work, and I prefer to not cause a scene at work (although I should put their asses in place).
Another reason that has me wanting to go back is that Bossman seems extremely happy with my work. At the Family BBQ, he spoke to my parents for twenty minutes and my mom told me that he had a lot of good things to say about my work ethic and ability. And if he’s impressed with me, I really shouldn’t let the others get to me. Bossman is a difficult person to impress, and if I’ve done so then that speaks volumes. I know that KIAB hasn’t impressed him, and he’s had trouble with John as well since John walks around like he owns the place and KIAB acts as if Bossman isn’t capable of doing his own job. Bossman is sick of the drama with the board though, and he may quit after summer is over. I really hope this isn’t the case, since he’s doing a really good job at getting everything more structured and keeping the members and their families happy. Yes, his style is completely different from that of Kiki, but he’s still good. Plus they might hire someone like OB and that would be disastrous for the recreational group.
But enough about that; I’m going to read some of my favourite blogs and then go to bed early and hope I won’t vomit tomorrow. I’m supposed to hang out with my love, and vomiting when you hang out with you love isn’t very fun. Vomiting in generally isn’t fun!
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6:51 pm |
The Sunday Sarcastica Opinion #6: Emo Kids and their Razors
This edition of The Sunday Sarcastica Opinion is about emo kids. In case you haven’t been to a high school or mall lately, emo style is taking over the world. It’s cool to be depressed. I’ve read so many articles about teens finding it amazingly cool to be seeing a therapist, and the more problems teens today have the cooler and more mysterious they are. According to this article, keeping a blog is slightly emo. I don’t consider keeping a blog emo, as I never cut myself and don’t dramatize things for attention usually. To say that having a blog makes you emo would be completely ridiculous. Just picture Avitable emo; that would be too painful on the eyes. A hairy emo gorilla!
Anyways, back to Emo Kids and their Razors, because it’s yet again about them. I for one am getting tired of the fact that the media is making emo into this great thing that everyone should be. I read an issue of CosmoGirl at Nifty’s trailer this weekend, and every single style picture was emo. The models were wearing the tight, dark, depressing clothes. And it was “cool”. My issue with the whole emo thing is the fact that said emos will say they are original and cool, when really they are all the same. Same issues, same clothes, same “unique” style. The only purpose emo kids stand is for my own enjoyment of teasing them.
I’m terrified this “fad” won’t ever fade. I’m fearing the future. Can you picture an emo President? An emo Prime Minister? What is the world coming too!
If you are emo; I’m not sorry. You should be sorry! You are not unique, you are not different, and you are not cool. You are amusing to us. We laugh at your style, at your cuts, and at your hair. Pretending to be unique, different and cool by being emo is just pathetic.
What do you, the people, think of this emo style (and of my really cool Emo Avi picture)?
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11:19 am |
