Okay, so…

I fucked up.

(:

So here’s the thing: apparently there’s a stopping time to the whole IGA delivery system, which I didn’t know about? Andddddd that time is at 4h30. &I passed a delivery at 5pm. And then four hours later someone was all; “WHERE’S MY STUFF?!” and the meat went bad ’cause it wasn’t in a refrigerated place so then the boss came and was all; “THAT’S 200$ DOWN THE DRAIN AND THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

Soyah. That kind of soiled my mood after.

I don’t know what’s going to happen exactly, but I’m guessing this isn’t leading anywhere near a promotion. (Not that I was looking for one. Really.)

On the upside: my parents are totally: “OMFGSONOTYOURFAULT.” because I was never told in my training what the times were for deliveries. It’s not written anywhere either, to my knowledge. Dominique (who packed the food) didn’t say anything about times, and he was the one who put the food on the runway and who helped me fill out the form. When Annie came and told me that I not only delivered something too late, but didn’t charge the customer for a livraison, Kenny muttered in the background: “Even I didn’t know there were special times…”

My accent is also something that keeps coming up at work, which makes me laugh inside.

Gabriel was the first to say anything. He asked if I was francophone or anglophone, because he said I sounded fluent in both.

Annabelle asked if I was anglophone, because she had ‘heard something in my accent’ and was all; “WOW. Un Anglais d’Angleterre!”

And today one of the

emballeurs said: “T’es ben étrange toi. Tu parles francais avec un accent quebecois, et t’as un accent d’Angleterre quand tu parles Anglais.”

I really should have said something intelligent or explicatory, but I just said laughed a bit and said “Merci?”

(: It makes me happy when people observe/comment on my English accent. I don’t know. Maybe it makes me feel special. … In any case, I’m trying to speak ‘normally’ (aka ; with the accent) all the time. It’s mostly working, ‘but I’ll probably revert back to my American one as soon as I’m with my old friends again. Old habits die hard.

D:

Okay well this is me leaving this post where it is because I’m going to go make another one that is (surprisingly) not (too) work related. ( ;D )

‘Crap’ is the new ‘darn’.

AND THAT’S PRETTY CRAP DEPRESSING.

Okay. It’s 1:44am. I’m gonna go to sleep now. Soon. Ish. I just finished drawing my interpretation of the Allegory of the Cave, by Plato. I used stick men. I’m not sure if you’re allowed. Eek. I’m just going to do a quick, unstructured update because Becca may be checking up on salmonhead tomorrow, and I would hate for her to be disappointed. (:

School: Classes are pretty good so far. I love how all the teachers really seem motivated by their subject, and are able to talk about them in an interesting manner. I know that after 20 minutes of solid one-way discussion a little part of your brain stops listening, but I’ve found that the hour (to two) hour-long classes have gone by pretty quickly. The only class I haven’t been to is Fitness&Wellness, which I’ll have on Friday. In the meantime, I love all of them.
… All, but one. Fundamentals of business. Boring teacher; I can tell I am going to struggle through this one. He doesn’t get me excited about the subject, or make me interested in it – which I already was from the start, so there’s a step down. He has a monotonous voice which is hard on the ears, and it’s just so easy to tune out. Tomorrow, I plan on asking if I can switch to another option course.

At work today, Jonathan (un emballeur) was bitten by a spider. I didn’t see it happen, but w hen I asked why he kept itching/rubbing his hand, he said it was because he was bitten. I’m fucking paranoid now.

Also; there was this complete asshole who passed by with a box of Molson beer and a coupon stating it was free, and… I don’t know, it was long and complicated and he was being impatient and asshole-y, and he kept complaining about how he has had a long day, and can’t he just go home with his bottles because last time he used the coupon it worked fine, and he was tired and he left really quickly even though he didn’t sign the coupon and he didn’t have any money to pay the taxes on the beer and SHUT UP. I just felt like saying; “Oh, I’m really sorry sir. I didn’t realize your day had more hours in it than mine.” because… I mean… shut up. Other people are tired too. Shit happens. Now smear the drool off your mouth and wipe your own ass ’cause I don’t feel like being nice and doing it for you.

M’urgh.

On the plus side; (trying to think positive here) I GOT A MESSAGE FROM SHANNON. ♥
She’s not dead. <3
She’s half ungrounded? I think.
STILL. <33
Once I’m able to text her again, God knows I WILL. (: I miss her.

I also miss Winsane. X) I’ve been writing to her (without her knowledge, actually) any time I can. It’s not a consciencious thing, I think it’s actually just a habit. Got time to waste? WRITE TO WINSANE. Teacher is boring? WRITE TO WINSANE. Should be listening? FUCK IT. WRITE TO WINSANE.

I love Wiwipants.

AND ON THAT NOTE!

Good night Pompei. (:

Purple Day.

I’m writing something because Becca checked my blog (we’re in college right now, between classes) and was kind of huffy because there wasn’t a new one. So here I am, writing another entry to satisfy her taste buds.

Chris is eating with his mouth open. G’urgh.

Yesterday at work, there was this complete bitch who raised a stink because when she finished paying for her things, she saw that she could get free mushrooms if her thing ws over 60$. But she didn’t even bring the mushrooms with her, and she isn’t supposed to get them for free if it doesn’t pass with the rest of her commande. Anyways, Annie had to come and do a whole bunch of complicated things and she was tired and dofghdfiogdf THE LADY WAS YELLING AND I WANTED TO SHOO HER AWAY.

Chris, Becca & I just happened to all be wearing purple today. We coordinated without knowing it, kind of like last time at my surprise birtday thing, when Amanda told Carmen&I to wear purple, and Winsane did too. Per chance. It was cool. (:

I just came from Intro to Lit, and the teacher made us do an exercise at the end of the class. We calculated the number of hours a week we had to dedicate to personal hygiene, working, eating, sleeping, chores, study hours, etc. My grand total came up to 209 hours (without counting leisure time), but there are only 163 hours in a week.

I think I’m screwed.

Becca is all: ‘POST ALREADY SO I CAN READ IT! … My teacher’s name is Edward (I thought she was going to come up with a Twilight reference) but he wants us to call him Eddie. Eddie. Eddie Eddie. So weird.’

We have thirty  minuts left before class starts. I’m working tn=onight. Becca doesn’t know what to do for her birthday. Everyone’s what? Always working Oh. Well I am free this Sunday though but is reveryone else? You are. I am? Aren’t You? You work Saturday. ARE THOSE STAPLES? Yeah. Attends tu fais douze… tu fais vingt heures cette semaine? That’s pretty good. Hey you, you takin drugs? Oh that’s where it is. What’s that? The ticket to our free ride. That’s not a free ride, that’s a transfer.

*post*

Dustil         Shake that ass, make like me. says (9:23 PM):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrHsVEchoUI&feature=related you can listen and twease!
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (9:23 PM):
OMFGONOWYOU’RETALKIN’ MY LANGUAGE.
♥
Dustil         Shake that ass, make like me. says (9:23 PM):
Lmao xD
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (9:23 PM):
I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.

.winsane says (11:13 PM):
JAI DES NOUVELLES BOXERS
.winsane says (11:14 PM):
: ))
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:16 PM):
WOW
FROMWHERE.
IOUANT.
D<
.winsane says (11:17 PM):
de la vie en rose lolol
cest pour gars
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:17 PM):
……..
I admire your courage.
XD
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:18 PM):
how much?
what do they look like?
can I have a pair?
will you take pictures?
how about now?
can I see them?
on?
can I see them on a hanger?
will you be putting them on your head anytime soon?
when will you stop my from talking?
when will you cut me off?
do you still love your gigantic shoes?
Is there a print on said boxers?
On a scale of one to ten–
a Jar of almonds?
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:19 PM):
Do you think Jim Sturgess would approve of them?
.winsane says (11:19 PM):
2$
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:19 PM):
How about lucie?
(LOL.)
.winsane says (11:19 PM):
they’re blue with polka dots of every color
yes you can have a pair
no i wont take pictures
not not now
you can see them one day
no not on
yes you can see them on a hanger
no i will not be putting them on my head anytime soon
.winsane says (11:20 PM):
i wont sto you from talking
i didnt cut you off cause you didnt give me time
i still and will always love my gigantic shoes
yes there is a print on said boxers, i just told you there were polka dots
on a scale of one to ten my boxers are one hundred million
yes a jar of almond
.winsane says (11:21 PM):
i dont know if jim sturdess would approve of them id have to ask so id have to meet him which really doesnt bother me at all
i dont know if lucy would approve cause she’s a fictional character
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:21 PM):
Would you mind if I put this up on my wordpress, or will you be really pissed because it would just add to the list of things you have to read and should eventually get around to doing?
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:22 PM):
becuase I just love how you answered all of my questions.
XD
52 reasons why I love winsane. 8D
.winsane says (11:23 PM):
no i would not mind if you put this up in your wordpress
Leelee IS    learning2comprehend Batman (:              says (11:26 PM):
<3
.winsane says (11:26 PM):
:]

“EW! Why is the gum wet”!?

If we’re the last two people still awake, and neither of us have anything to lose, then why won’t you come talk to me?

Do you miss home?

Yesterday was a good day. (:

I went to Amanda’s house. Hung out. Ate super-sticky buns. Felt nice with the family; swung on the swinging garden couch set; taught maths; lay on bed beside her, staring at the ceiling and discussing&analyzing the intricate interwoven threads that make up the patchwork quilt that is relationships.

&I’ll admit that I’ve missed Nathan. Both of them, actually.

Irish Nathan, because… I suspect that to a certain degree, he’ll always have a place in my heart above all others because he was not only one of my closest friends, but also my first love. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find anyone like him who I can have a serious conversation with about anorexia, the Irish government, and relationship problems, before he turns around and is able to make me laugh out loud at his penis stories and queer ‘QUITERLY!’ language.

We talk once in a blue moon, so when the situation presents itself I’ll obviously take full advantage

So we talked yesterday until it was four in the morning for him, and had to go because his sister was waking up. It may have been a bit strange at first because his hello basically constituted him telling me he had just read some things I had written about him back in January. The conversation soon turned to Gaia, and I surprised myself by becoming captivated by it again. We talked about Amaury, and Peter&his sharpies, and I was laughing myself silly by the end of the night. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving this boy. (:

Autographes

This post comes in two parts.

Blogging

I woke up this morning (edit: august8th. For some reason, I just found this post in the ’saved’ section of my WP) with the urge to read the messages left in my high school yearbook. I haven’t even finished, but I just wanted to take two seconds to say…

I’m not crying – not like I was the first time I read them – but every new not makes me smile inside&out. I love how everyone put something of their own personality in their message without even realizing it. It almost feels like you’re all here with me right now; I can see Fannie’s disorganized hair, feel Pascal’s and Mr. Chassé’s infectious enthusiasm, hear Marie-Pier state her opinion with such veracious conviction… Shahab, Rebecca, Winsane; I’m so glad we got to stay in touch this summer, really. Even though I got to see you every day, the fortune-teller inside me knows it won’t be the last time I see you, of which I’m glad. (:

I love how everyone took the time to write something, because when I read the book back your words come across as so much more sincere. Thank you to everyone for not just writing: “T’es une belle fille! Change pas! Follow your dreams!” My last year of high school was the best, and I’m so glad I was able to go through these past five years with you guys. (:

Recommendation

song

• Bobby Valentine vs Coldplay – Anonymous (Viva la Vida Remix)

The 4minute:20second video
I was listening to this song while reading my yearbook, and it seemed to fit so perfectly that I decided to make it my recommended song of the day. (: It’s one of FL1PB01T4M1DL35’s creations, and I really like how the combined product he created sounds like it could be a real song. It’s catchy, and I find that even though you can identify the two songs he used, the produced mash-up sounds like it could stand on its own as a separate single. You don’t have to have listened to Viva la Vida or Anonymous to like the song, so go check it out. (:

playlist

While on the subject of good FL1PB01T4M1DL35 songs, here are my favorite ones from his site:

• Justin Timberlake vs Mary J. Blige – My Love (Just Fine Remix) (The 4minute:48second video) Even though I was damn sick of hearing My Love, this song was on replay for two days straight. I just couldn’t stop singing along with Mary J. when it got to her part. My life’s just fine!
• Ludacris vs N.E.R.D – Stand up (My Drive Thru Remix) (The 4minute:6second video) The first time I heard this song, I went from tired-as-hell to sugar-high-hyper in two seconds. While we’re here, let me also take the time to give you the link for the original My Drive Thru (The 2minute:31second video). Hella catchy. Also hella weird. Nathan hated it at first, but it kept popping up so often in his Listening To, I guess he became just as addicted to it as me. (;
• Cassie vs The Cure – Close to Me & You Remix (The 3minute:18second video) I love how catchy this song is. The introducing beat always makes me think of Footloose – and not in the bad way. It’s an interesting mix that’s hard to stop playing over&over again. It wasn’t originally made by FL1PB01T4M1DL35, but he did do some editing to it.

Today’s to-do list:

• get tampons before leaving for work
• write to Ms.Lopes
• find out what happened to Shanface
• answer wall msgs
• buy plastic book protectors : makeover new duo-tangs
• bandage feet again
• do nails
• For work :

Take the 47 at 1:57pm. Arrive at Terminus at ~2:02pm. Take the 6 at 2:15pm to arrive at work at 2:45pm to then start work at 3:00pm.
Show boss bank statements&discuss school timetable.

• clean up desk
• clean up top of wardrobe
• clean up book piles
• create more space for books. Somehow.
• clean out bag
• wash dishes
• update About Me on FB + try to shorten other categories. See: Winsanekeepseverythingshort&neatsowhycan’tyou?!?
• get new shoelaces for converses
• organize schoolbook & duo-tangs to correspond to color-coded class
• reply to Marie-Eve’s invite
• clean out wordpress drafts
• don’t forget to breathe.

Note to self ; searchme.com

Morning Breakfast.

I have this thing where I like to eat breakfast alone in the mornings.

Now that may sound crabby, pathetic, and anti-social, but bear with me.

I like my mornings to be quiet. The rest of the day will be so full of bustling activity, that I just prefer to wake up with the sun before the rest of the world has and feel at peace. I like to go into the softly-lit kitchen, sit with my legs up and my bowl of cereal in my hands, and not feel like there’s any forced conversation going on. I’m more up to chit-chat later on in the day, but somehow I just feel like it has no place – no place at all – when early morning is holding its breath.

I’m writing this right now because my dad is in the kitchen doing god knows what, and I’m waiting for him to leave before I scurry onto the linoleum floor to find myself a little somethin’ somethin’ to eat.

No offense to my dad, of course.

I just don’t like eating breakfast with him, just us two.
If he’s already in the kitchen and I go in, he’ll turn off his radio and put the newspaper away. It’s polite, sure, but it always feels like he’s waiting for some wonderful conversation to come flowing out of my mouth, fluid and effortless. Nothing will come though. I know it as a fact, and even though it sucks I can’t help it. It just dampens my mood. Makes the air feel uncomfortable and itchy and restless, when in reality I just want it to be peachy and supple and delicately tranquil. Is it really too much to ask?

Urgh, maybe.

…

I don’t feel the same eating at Amanda’s though. That’s okay. (:

… Well he’s done in the kitchen but I seem to have lost my appetite. Funny how those things work out?

The story of painted ceramic kitchen-based objects and a four-dollar two-course meal.

Today was so much fun. X)

This post comes in three parts.

First Period: Registration

I went to Champlain this morning to register for my classes. It was actually pretty fun :P It took fifteen minutes to get my full schedule, and the lady who helped me was friendly and patient, answering all my questions. I had Friday free, so that’s where I decided to put my two option classes, rather than stuff the rest of my week up. I have 2-3 classes a day, usually starting at 9:30 or 10:00, and ending at 3:30 or 4:00. That means that I can take the 14 straight there, without having to transfer from one bus to another. EASY PEASY, LEMON SQUEASY. I can’t wait to start college. (: AndomfgIhavemyagendahowcoolisthat.

Second Period: Café Céramic

I rushed to Quiznos at 3h because that’s where Emy was supposed to pick me up. We would then head over to Café Céramic in GP to meet up with Winsane and paint us some ceramic! :D

I was in the car with Emy when Winsane called to ask where I was. I think there’s something up with Em’s car, ’cause I always feel like pulling some prank call when I’m in it. The first time was on Wiwi’s bagel day, when I called Sammy to ask him whatthehell him&theguys were doing, walking off to the bowling alley, because the girls were kidding about going there and we were already on our way back home. (We were actually in the car on the opposite side of the car, trying not to laugh out loud and give the fib away.) This time, I told Winsane that I hadn’t left the house yet (this is twenty minutes after Emy was supposed to pick me up) and that I was going to rush to get there, but I didn’t know if Emy had left already ’cause I can’t reach her, and maybe I wouldn’t be able to make it, so I’m really sorry but maybe next time?

Five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of Café Céramic and I prayed Winsane wouldn’t kill me. It was all in good fun anyway – Emy was laughing so hard beside me, repeating; “This is so wrong. Oh she’s going to worry. This is SO wrong!” every two minutes. We had to work hard to hand-crank the windows up of that old car so that Wiwi wouldn’t hear the passing traffic and call me on the story. It was hilarious. (:

We got inside and decided what we would paint:

Emy chose a plate her mom would be able to rest her cooking spoons on, ’cause she knows she’s been looking for one. It turned out very Em-ish, with flowers and butterflies and bright colors. X)
Winsane chose a square-ish bowl and made it all strawberry-fields-forever-themed. Love is all you need. “Donne moi une autre phrase.” “Chuis tannée de te donner des phrases. … NON, ECRIT PAS CA!”
I chose a wider, less square-ish bowl and … I don’t really know what I did. one side is painted like a watermelon, another has a whale, another is a night sky, another has a stick man running in a city. Disons que c’etait pas tres reussi, mon affaire. XD

It was so much fun being with Emy and Winsane today, though. <3 It felt comfy in the café – get up&serve yourself the paint you need, talk about anything… I don’t know what it was, but I found it easier to talk about things there. It took five, ten minutes for me to realize what I was saying when Emy asked me how things were going with my family, and I stumbled over my words when I finally did. It was good though – I wish we could have stayed there the whole day, painting and discussing and laughing and smiling in the silence, each concentrated on her own ceramic piece. I can’t wait to see her again, and I hope it’s soon. <3

Third Period: Place Portobello

While Emy went off to Joelle’s, Winsane&I left on a little adventure on our own. We went to Kamikaze for dinner at 7, found out it closed at 6, found out it was open, found out they didn’t have any more rice, found out that even dishes that don’t include rice couldn’t be made at that hour. We left.

We went into Maxi to look for dinner – and came out with a four-dollar two-course meal. It took a little time to find the main dish, but it took even longer to settle on a desert. Now, call me crazy, but I believe desert is for sweet things. … Winsane would call me crazy. WHAT IS DESERT FOR, IF NOT FOR INDULGING YOUR SWEET TOOTH?! SINK IT INTO SOME PETS DE SOEUR, I SAY! … but no matter. We finally settled on something.

In the end, we got one of those square pizzas you don’t have to heat up and some biscuits. I swear, if Wiwi&I were to ever be roommates, grocery shopping together would be hell. STILL. It was surprisingly filling. The cookies kept making Winsane think she was going to explode if she had even one more bite… but then she’d take another one and still be in one piece, and so the russian roulette biscuit game continued.

OHANDLOL. I nearly forgot to say that Portobello was actually closed: The only places open were Jean Coutu&Maxi. We didn’t know where we would take our meal until my partner in crime came up with the brilliant idea of dining in the empty cafeteria – which usually holds up to 10 people at a time, maximum (100% of which are 100% old.) We sometimes used to take our homework there after closing hours too, so we took the ‘usual table’ and had a grand old time reading ShoutItOuts and experimenting with camera sounds and showering biscuit crumbs and all that good stuff. (:

But now I’m tired of telling you people about my day so I’m just going to publish this off now. Clean finish? I think so. (:

Mosquitoes.

I am in so much pain right now, it’s not even funny.

I’m crying, my whole body is shaking so hard it is making hard to type, I can barely even sit. I’ve been bitten everywhere by mosquitoes, and it is horribly painful. The only reason I’m on here typing is because I’m hoping it will distract me from the pain that is erupting from the bites – because it’s not even itchy, it’s just painful.

I have three bites on my right shoulder; five on my left.
There’s one on my ankle, two behind my right knee, two behind my left, four on both legs.
One on my lower back, one near my belly button, two on my upper left calf, and one friggin’ gigantic one on my hand.

I went out to do some gardening for two hours, and urgh, god. It just kept getting worse the later it got. By 8 o’clock it was getting damn near unbearable, but then my dad came outside and I had to help him do more garden stuff. I haven’t touched any of them except to rub some Chinese ointment on, and I haven’t itched any of them – I’m very good at that. But they’ve just all exploded into gigantic itching pads, bigger than two-dollar coins, and the one on my hand has nearly taken up half of the topside, and all in a matter of seconds after being bitten.

I hate being fucking allergic to these damn insects that bring absolutely nothing to my life. Shoo. Go bother each other. (Why don’t mosquitoes just pick each other?! Like humans, but in minuscule. I think that would make for a happier world.)

PS : I’VE JUST NOTICED THAT SOME OF THE BITES ON MY SHOULDER AND BEHIND MY KNEES HAVE ONE BITE EITHER ON TOP OF EACH OTHER, OR RIGHT BESIDE TO MORPH INTO ONE GIGANTIC ITCHING PAD. SRSLY, WTF. COULD YOU BE ANY MORE GREEDY?!

PPS : I think the whole distract-o thing is working. I might try to watch some long-ass video on youtube to further distract myself.

Plz&fkingty.