So the past two days have been nuts.
Yesterday, I went to work, biked to the barn, helped bale hay, came home, showered, slept.
I love baling hay usually, but it was about 45 degeers, humid, and dustly in the hay loft, and I had a headache, so it was minorly unpleasant.
Today, I went to work. And I was assigned to work with thie guy named Ken. As I have been saying to a lot of people, I want to sack him in every sense of the term. As in, kick him in the balls, stuff him in a bag and beat him with a stick, and fire him. He is under the impression that if I were to touch anything other than the completely packaged bags of pet food, it would turn to ash and crumble away. Basicly he wouldn't let me touch a thing all day when I know how to operate everything. It was intensely provoking. Odds are 5:1 that I'm significantly smarter than him. Yes, I'm a girl, and yes, I'm a teenager, and yes, you've worked here 2 weeks longer than me, but I believe I have the ability to do my job satisfactorily. *screams, tears out hair*
On the upside, AAH is outside my house cutting the lawn. AAH is our newly composed acronym for Attractive Artistic Hunk, who used to be known as Awesome Hott Guy, but AHG is a crappy acronym. Amalie and I have a number of other interesting acronyms for guys in our aquaintance, which I will share.
ACM: awesome cool musician
NBS: naughty bi-stallion
There's the CCRB, but I can't remember what it stands for...something about cool and ripped.
Andyway, that is how I pass my time when I have too much.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Road Trip
I believe I have outdone myself as far as evening entertainment.
I have never stayed out all night and done so much with 4 friends and half a tank of gas. I will relate the whole evening to you as clearly as possible. I will eliminate code names for the present.
At work, Calvin and I proposed a road trip to visit our friend Biye who is at a smart person summer program at McMaster University in Hamilton. Upon reaching home, we coordinated a vehicle and 3 other people: Emily, Roland, and Porky (that's not even a code name really).
Emily was taking care of her horse, and was to be at my house at 8ish, and we were going to collect the guys and set out. We planned to find Biye about 1030 maybe, chat, and leave.
Emily showed up about 45 minutes late. Apparently she had to help birth kittens.
That was ok, really, we were just gonna have to speed things up. I was going through a couple little suburban streets in my minivan with her on our way to pick up the guys. I had just accelerated to about 70km/h and Emily screamed "STOP SIGN!" and I realised I was about to run it.
Of course, I slammed on the brakes. My minivan's wheels locked up, and we started fishtailing through the intersection in a four-wheel skid. About halfway through I thought "Screw it" and just kept going.
By this point Emily and I had the hiccups and were both insanely hyper. We got Roland at his house and Porky and Calvin at Porky's, and left for Hamilton.
Seriously, getting to Hamilton isn't too hard. Just follow the signs really, and make enough Timmy's stops. We got there about 10. And we thought it wouldn't be too hard to find McMaster because hey, it's a university. Everyone will know where it is.
An hour, a bathroom break, 3 direction-askings, and much frustrating wandering later, we finally found it.
From thence it took half an hour to find the right building and another half hour to break in (it was locked up) so when we finally got close to Biye it was around midnight. The building was a university residence where you hafta get someone in the building to buzz open the door for you. We didn't know which room Biye was in, so we hung around until someone was going in/out and then just got them to let us in. We took the elevator up, hoping to find someone in a common area and ask for Biye.
We wandered around the building a bit, and came across a man with a binder who looked rather shocked to see us. We asked f her was with the smart person program, and he said yes. We asked for Biye and he said everyone was sleeping. A lady with a guitar happened along and listened to us ask for Biye and just out of the blue asked if we were his friends who made soap cookies. We were very shocked to find she knew this about us, but we conceded it.
Apparently our Biye had made a speech detailing some of our extravagant past adventures. She asked us about setting things on fire, and we pointed at Porky. She asked us about running around screaming for a minute straight, and Emily and I started laughing. So Biye had pre-introduced us.
We couldn't see him, so we left a note about how much we loved him and saying that Emily was keeping the baby (there isn't one, just to clarify), and the guy with the binder said that Biye would have to read it in front of all the smart people, which made us exceedingly pleased.
Oh, and somewhere in there we told them how we got in and they looked, I must say, a little scared....hehehe.
So we headed out of Hamilton. Well we tried anyway. Got lost again. But eventually the 401 came to us and we ended up back at Elmira Tim Horton's for sustenance. Then we remembered that our buddies Micheal and Colton were staying at long-lost-buddy Pip's place in Mount Forest area. Porky had been there before and thought he could recognize it. So we stopped at Roland's house to find vague directions and headed out there.
The way to Mount Forest, like Hamilton, is simple. Go North out of Elmira, turn right, turn left. But here are the facts we speculated about Pip's house's location: Near, but not in, a small town called Holstein; on a gravel road; the numbers 1 and 4 in the fire number; trees on the right-hand side of the drive; and there was a creek in the vicinity.
It took us less time to find it than to find McMaster. After carefully checking out a whack of farms on dirt roads, we spied Colton's van, and joyfully drove up.
Then the dog started barking. We didn't want to wake up Pip's family, because that is impolite. Porky scouted around and tried to find them stealthily with no luck. After sitting annoyed and indecisive, we decided to leave and let the family sleep.
We noticed while at Pip's the intensely bright stars. So we were trying to find a decent field to stargaze in, but they were all wet. Eventually we parked on the side of the road and the whole pack of us lay down on the pavement and looked up and talked about life, the universe, and everything. It was really crazy to see the sky so starry. I could see the milky way, which I haven't seen for a long time. I felt like I was back into a place where I was supposed to be; it was like someone set up a pretty blanket over me and was saying "It's ok, you're home here."
Anyway, we headed back to Elmira. We saw a gas station that was under 1.30/litre and stopped to fill up. We tried to calculate who owed who what $, but it was 4 am, and just was not working.
I went in to pay, and I literally stumbled into the store. There was an unexpected lip on the door step, and so I made quite an entrance. I looked up laughing at myself to discover a nice looking boy behind the counter also laughing in a good natured type of way. I engaged in conversation, and we exchanged notes on drunk people (verbal notes). And it was a strange experience, because after I left, I felt like I should know him. Like, he was so happy and friendly seeming that I really wanted to hang out with him. And I've been thinking about it a lot since... all 6 hours since.
*Sigh*
So we went back to Elmira, but no one wanted to go home. We could see the sun beginning to rise, and we decided to collect blankets from Porky's house and go watch the sunrise on the swings at Lion's Park. We arrived and there was a police car sitting in the parking lot. We decided screw it, we're going to hang out on the swings anyway.
It must have been very entertaining for the cop to watch 5 teenagers fit themselves onto a little basket swing comfortably. All of us were cold and none of use could breath quite right, but we were happy all balled up like kittens and chatting merrily.
530 rolled around and we decided to call it a night (or day, whatever) and the guys got placed at their homes and Emily and I returned to my house.
My mother was up to see my brother off to camp and she was not happy I had stayed up all night. Notice she doesn't mind the staying out, but she doesn't like the staying up. I'm apparently bipolar.
So Emily and I went to breakfast at Elmira Doughnuts and Deli, which felt good and wholesome and yummy.
We came to my house again and dozed while watching the matrix, and Emily left about 930.
So that was my night. It was active and happy and spent with friends. I wouldn't have done it any other way. Except maybe asking for that guy's email address... hmm... road trip next weekend?
Porky's mom showed up at my house for the garden tour this morning and asked me why she heard him come in at quarter to six. I said we got lost in Hamilton and then in Mount Forest. She looked shocked and laughed.
I encourage anyone who has stuff to add that I missed, because everything is a little foggy.
Cheers to a good Friday night!
I have never stayed out all night and done so much with 4 friends and half a tank of gas. I will relate the whole evening to you as clearly as possible. I will eliminate code names for the present.
At work, Calvin and I proposed a road trip to visit our friend Biye who is at a smart person summer program at McMaster University in Hamilton. Upon reaching home, we coordinated a vehicle and 3 other people: Emily, Roland, and Porky (that's not even a code name really).
Emily was taking care of her horse, and was to be at my house at 8ish, and we were going to collect the guys and set out. We planned to find Biye about 1030 maybe, chat, and leave.
Emily showed up about 45 minutes late. Apparently she had to help birth kittens.
That was ok, really, we were just gonna have to speed things up. I was going through a couple little suburban streets in my minivan with her on our way to pick up the guys. I had just accelerated to about 70km/h and Emily screamed "STOP SIGN!" and I realised I was about to run it.
Of course, I slammed on the brakes. My minivan's wheels locked up, and we started fishtailing through the intersection in a four-wheel skid. About halfway through I thought "Screw it" and just kept going.
By this point Emily and I had the hiccups and were both insanely hyper. We got Roland at his house and Porky and Calvin at Porky's, and left for Hamilton.
Seriously, getting to Hamilton isn't too hard. Just follow the signs really, and make enough Timmy's stops. We got there about 10. And we thought it wouldn't be too hard to find McMaster because hey, it's a university. Everyone will know where it is.
An hour, a bathroom break, 3 direction-askings, and much frustrating wandering later, we finally found it.
From thence it took half an hour to find the right building and another half hour to break in (it was locked up) so when we finally got close to Biye it was around midnight. The building was a university residence where you hafta get someone in the building to buzz open the door for you. We didn't know which room Biye was in, so we hung around until someone was going in/out and then just got them to let us in. We took the elevator up, hoping to find someone in a common area and ask for Biye.
We wandered around the building a bit, and came across a man with a binder who looked rather shocked to see us. We asked f her was with the smart person program, and he said yes. We asked for Biye and he said everyone was sleeping. A lady with a guitar happened along and listened to us ask for Biye and just out of the blue asked if we were his friends who made soap cookies. We were very shocked to find she knew this about us, but we conceded it.
Apparently our Biye had made a speech detailing some of our extravagant past adventures. She asked us about setting things on fire, and we pointed at Porky. She asked us about running around screaming for a minute straight, and Emily and I started laughing. So Biye had pre-introduced us.
We couldn't see him, so we left a note about how much we loved him and saying that Emily was keeping the baby (there isn't one, just to clarify), and the guy with the binder said that Biye would have to read it in front of all the smart people, which made us exceedingly pleased.
Oh, and somewhere in there we told them how we got in and they looked, I must say, a little scared....hehehe.
So we headed out of Hamilton. Well we tried anyway. Got lost again. But eventually the 401 came to us and we ended up back at Elmira Tim Horton's for sustenance. Then we remembered that our buddies Micheal and Colton were staying at long-lost-buddy Pip's place in Mount Forest area. Porky had been there before and thought he could recognize it. So we stopped at Roland's house to find vague directions and headed out there.
The way to Mount Forest, like Hamilton, is simple. Go North out of Elmira, turn right, turn left. But here are the facts we speculated about Pip's house's location: Near, but not in, a small town called Holstein; on a gravel road; the numbers 1 and 4 in the fire number; trees on the right-hand side of the drive; and there was a creek in the vicinity.
It took us less time to find it than to find McMaster. After carefully checking out a whack of farms on dirt roads, we spied Colton's van, and joyfully drove up.
Then the dog started barking. We didn't want to wake up Pip's family, because that is impolite. Porky scouted around and tried to find them stealthily with no luck. After sitting annoyed and indecisive, we decided to leave and let the family sleep.
We noticed while at Pip's the intensely bright stars. So we were trying to find a decent field to stargaze in, but they were all wet. Eventually we parked on the side of the road and the whole pack of us lay down on the pavement and looked up and talked about life, the universe, and everything. It was really crazy to see the sky so starry. I could see the milky way, which I haven't seen for a long time. I felt like I was back into a place where I was supposed to be; it was like someone set up a pretty blanket over me and was saying "It's ok, you're home here."
Anyway, we headed back to Elmira. We saw a gas station that was under 1.30/litre and stopped to fill up. We tried to calculate who owed who what $, but it was 4 am, and just was not working.
I went in to pay, and I literally stumbled into the store. There was an unexpected lip on the door step, and so I made quite an entrance. I looked up laughing at myself to discover a nice looking boy behind the counter also laughing in a good natured type of way. I engaged in conversation, and we exchanged notes on drunk people (verbal notes). And it was a strange experience, because after I left, I felt like I should know him. Like, he was so happy and friendly seeming that I really wanted to hang out with him. And I've been thinking about it a lot since... all 6 hours since.
*Sigh*
So we went back to Elmira, but no one wanted to go home. We could see the sun beginning to rise, and we decided to collect blankets from Porky's house and go watch the sunrise on the swings at Lion's Park. We arrived and there was a police car sitting in the parking lot. We decided screw it, we're going to hang out on the swings anyway.
It must have been very entertaining for the cop to watch 5 teenagers fit themselves onto a little basket swing comfortably. All of us were cold and none of use could breath quite right, but we were happy all balled up like kittens and chatting merrily.
530 rolled around and we decided to call it a night (or day, whatever) and the guys got placed at their homes and Emily and I returned to my house.
My mother was up to see my brother off to camp and she was not happy I had stayed up all night. Notice she doesn't mind the staying out, but she doesn't like the staying up. I'm apparently bipolar.
So Emily and I went to breakfast at Elmira Doughnuts and Deli, which felt good and wholesome and yummy.
We came to my house again and dozed while watching the matrix, and Emily left about 930.
So that was my night. It was active and happy and spent with friends. I wouldn't have done it any other way. Except maybe asking for that guy's email address... hmm... road trip next weekend?
Porky's mom showed up at my house for the garden tour this morning and asked me why she heard him come in at quarter to six. I said we got lost in Hamilton and then in Mount Forest. She looked shocked and laughed.
I encourage anyone who has stuff to add that I missed, because everything is a little foggy.
Cheers to a good Friday night!
Friday, July 4, 2008
Childhood Favourites
I was on forums for the University of Guelph people starting next year, and there was a thread on what your favourite books were as a child. Here is my post:
Ooh, books. When I was a kid, my parents thought i was going to be an athlete until age four when I learned to read and became a nerd through and through. My favourite stories as a kid are ones my dad read to me and then I would read over and over again by myself.
The Chronicles of Narnia: Read most of them dozens of times (still read them) and the last one only once, because it made me so sad
CHarlottes Web: cried every time
The Egypt Game: I even bought it for my little sister
The Hobbit: When my dad read it to me at age 5, it scared the schnitzel out of me, but I've read it many times and I looove the poetry and adventure
The Lord of the Rings: Did anyone else have parents who read you stories like this when you were 7 or so?
A Wrinkle in Time: I stayed up all night to read it. First book that I did that for, and now it's a habit.
Hans Christian Anderson Fairytales: My grandma gave me a beautiful book of them
The Shy Steggosaurus of Cricket Creek: It's not well known, it's 60's pulp fiction, but it still makes me cry.
Calvin and Hobbes!!!
I can go on forever. I don't know how I'm going to leave my family books here next year...They might mysteriously migrate to my room over the course of the year... how strange :S
I don't think I've ever thought about how much these books influenced me. When I was a kid and I was angry or sad or just couldn't deal with being a loser anymore, I would pick up one of these books, or any book. And then I could let go.
I had adventures
I had friends
I was in a totally different world, and that world let me sit and listen and watch. It told me secrets and let me tag along.
When my siblings wouldn't speak to me, Peter, Susan, Edmond, and Lucy would. Well not so much Susan, but that's a long story.
When I felt like a freak because I couldn't fit my mind into the forms my school and religion told me I had to, Meg and Charles Wallace told me that I was better off than them.
That's what books were to me.
Here's some more of the books that I have personal attachments to:
Invitation to Short Stories: All around good book, beautiful little stories that make me laugh and cry
The Chrysalids: So grade 9 isn't my childhood, but it was thrilling anyway
The Cosmic Trilogy by C.S.Lewis
Ella Enchanted: I know I've mentioned this before, but it's one of those books that was almost more real to me than reality
Jane Eyre: I think the fact that this book is in first person is what makes it so attractive. I think the book is now chemically bonded to my mind.
So anyway, ROAD TRIP TONIGHT!
YEEEEHAAAAAA
Ooh, books. When I was a kid, my parents thought i was going to be an athlete until age four when I learned to read and became a nerd through and through. My favourite stories as a kid are ones my dad read to me and then I would read over and over again by myself.
The Chronicles of Narnia: Read most of them dozens of times (still read them) and the last one only once, because it made me so sad
CHarlottes Web: cried every time
The Egypt Game: I even bought it for my little sister
The Hobbit: When my dad read it to me at age 5, it scared the schnitzel out of me, but I've read it many times and I looove the poetry and adventure
The Lord of the Rings: Did anyone else have parents who read you stories like this when you were 7 or so?
A Wrinkle in Time: I stayed up all night to read it. First book that I did that for, and now it's a habit.
Hans Christian Anderson Fairytales: My grandma gave me a beautiful book of them
The Shy Steggosaurus of Cricket Creek: It's not well known, it's 60's pulp fiction, but it still makes me cry.
Calvin and Hobbes!!!
I can go on forever. I don't know how I'm going to leave my family books here next year...They might mysteriously migrate to my room over the course of the year... how strange :S
I don't think I've ever thought about how much these books influenced me. When I was a kid and I was angry or sad or just couldn't deal with being a loser anymore, I would pick up one of these books, or any book. And then I could let go.
I had adventures
I had friends
I was in a totally different world, and that world let me sit and listen and watch. It told me secrets and let me tag along.
When my siblings wouldn't speak to me, Peter, Susan, Edmond, and Lucy would. Well not so much Susan, but that's a long story.
When I felt like a freak because I couldn't fit my mind into the forms my school and religion told me I had to, Meg and Charles Wallace told me that I was better off than them.
That's what books were to me.
Here's some more of the books that I have personal attachments to:
Invitation to Short Stories: All around good book, beautiful little stories that make me laugh and cry
The Chrysalids: So grade 9 isn't my childhood, but it was thrilling anyway
The Cosmic Trilogy by C.S.Lewis
Ella Enchanted: I know I've mentioned this before, but it's one of those books that was almost more real to me than reality
Jane Eyre: I think the fact that this book is in first person is what makes it so attractive. I think the book is now chemically bonded to my mind.
So anyway, ROAD TRIP TONIGHT!
YEEEEHAAAAAA
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
What I've Been Thinking Lately
Strangely voiced well voiced by Bob Dylan.
The Times They Are A-Changing
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to youIs worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
So me again: time goes too fast.
And it makes me sad to think about it at all.
Sad to the most inside of me.
Becasue I won't get back those 8 hours I spent in a factory today.
And the change is sad too.
One day I will look bewilderedly at the speed of technology and wonder where my ability to keep up went. My poor bolg will be waaay outdated.
Yah, the sad thing about nature is that inability to change means death.
ARG!
I'm all over the place tonight.
Stupid song. Why can't I just play the gitaur and harmonica and sing soulful lyrics and become wildly famous?
Cuz the times have a-changed.
The Times They Are A-Changing
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to youIs worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
So me again: time goes too fast.
And it makes me sad to think about it at all.
Sad to the most inside of me.
Becasue I won't get back those 8 hours I spent in a factory today.
And the change is sad too.
One day I will look bewilderedly at the speed of technology and wonder where my ability to keep up went. My poor bolg will be waaay outdated.
Yah, the sad thing about nature is that inability to change means death.
ARG!
I'm all over the place tonight.
Stupid song. Why can't I just play the gitaur and harmonica and sing soulful lyrics and become wildly famous?
Cuz the times have a-changed.
My job
I really like it, actually. I mean, I'm dead tired and my feet hurt by the end, but I get to think about whatever I like
If I want to sing the musical Sweeny Todd in my head, I can.
If I want to talk to myself in French, I can
If I want to throw stuff at people...I can't
*sigh*
I can not now remain in my house for more than two concious hours and be sane.
If I want to sing the musical Sweeny Todd in my head, I can.
If I want to talk to myself in French, I can
If I want to throw stuff at people...I can't
*sigh*
I can not now remain in my house for more than two concious hours and be sane.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Motherhood Manual
So you would like to be a mother? Here are some easy and foolproof steps to being Becca's!
1: Ignore anything that is remotely logical. This will help you win arguments becasue everything that your child says will fail to penetrate and change your mind
2: Become flambouyantly emotional. It makes everyone around you uncomfortable, so they will be more likely to listen to you. It is helpful if you can blame this on a health problem.
3: Make all decisions arbitrarily. If your child asks for a reason or explanation, hedge the question or attack their audacity for asking.
She's not really that bad, but some days...
In other news, today was my first day of full time work. I hurt from 8 hours of lifting and 2 hours of biking. Also, happy Canada Day!!!!
Fireworks!!!
Actually, a couple friends and I spent like $50 on them yesterday. Very many adventures ensued, and one can read about them on my buddy's blog: http://rolos-life.livejournal.com/2691.html
My fave part was Colgate and the Criminal nearly getting exploded :D:D.
The ranting about mothers is mostly becasue I now have a 10:30 bedtime because she wants my to get accostomed to sleeping more for university. If anyone can tell me how that makes any bloody sense at all, please tell me.... grr....
1: Ignore anything that is remotely logical. This will help you win arguments becasue everything that your child says will fail to penetrate and change your mind
2: Become flambouyantly emotional. It makes everyone around you uncomfortable, so they will be more likely to listen to you. It is helpful if you can blame this on a health problem.
3: Make all decisions arbitrarily. If your child asks for a reason or explanation, hedge the question or attack their audacity for asking.
She's not really that bad, but some days...
In other news, today was my first day of full time work. I hurt from 8 hours of lifting and 2 hours of biking. Also, happy Canada Day!!!!
Fireworks!!!
Actually, a couple friends and I spent like $50 on them yesterday. Very many adventures ensued, and one can read about them on my buddy's blog: http://rolos-life.livejournal.com/2691.html
My fave part was Colgate and the Criminal nearly getting exploded :D:D.
The ranting about mothers is mostly becasue I now have a 10:30 bedtime because she wants my to get accostomed to sleeping more for university. If anyone can tell me how that makes any bloody sense at all, please tell me.... grr....
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