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I'm having a good time.
But I'm still not convinced that this is it.
I need to immortalize myself somehow
I need to be that timeless age-defying guy
he who can should he choose to.
I am treading on peoples' lives
because i feel they are inferior to what I will become
so I befriend them all, because they are all but stepping stones
and nothing more
they are my audience, those who will glorify me
and worship me
build me a cathedral, and sacrifice for me
I will be adorned by them, and sky high monuments will be built in my honor
and I won't think of them
"little lemmings" I will call them
because I would have moved on
.evolved!
into something ethereal
and even then\
when I spread my glorious wings and fly high above and beyond my destiny
a star-streaked smile exploding upon my face
during those repose-spent days in the sizzling sun
or those nights spent dancing under twinkling moon dust
I will still feel unfulfilled
because I do not recognize that maybe it doesn't get any better
and that maybe right here, right now, I am as eternal as I am going to get
and it doesn't matter where I am or who I am
until I can respect without an anterior motive
become honest and true
as wholeseome as Ben's bread
I will never satiate my hunger for status
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| 06:10pm 03/07/2006 |
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I'm kind of stuck in transition.
I feel like I'm the victim of a horribly depressing movie montage
with the world's saddest song playing the background
while I am sitting on my computer chair letting the world spin without me
I never really move (excpet to wipe a tear that is never really there)
and I never really speak
I just sit alot...and ponder....and yearn. But I don't actually DO anything. and I especially don't do anything about doing nothing, which is probably worse.
I kind of escaped back into the world of comic books, and the only thing I probably haven't wondered lately is why I did that. Is life just a giant cycle and I can expect my wrestling phase to resurface soon? Maybe I find solace in a fantasy world where I can imagine myself in a heroic state yet physically do nothing? Do I relate to the characters on such an extreme level that I feel I no longer need my personal relationships? I thought it was due to the complex nature of the characters' personalities, how they could be ying and yang at the same time while saving the kitty from a tree. The comic books, specifically X-Men, are not exactly as fantasy as one would believe. The pressures the characters face are an obvious comment on the social structure and balance of our society. Mutants are scorned as lepers and feared without justification, such as the case with many discriminatory cases. And only very rarely does any story end in complete satisfaction. The characters deal with this hate everyday, battle off toxic emotions caused by lost friends and loved ones, endure these hardships and more while battling supervillains from taking over the world. They are iconic. They are everything I cannot live up to but desire to be. They are untouchable. Yet even though I am aware of their ficticious being, I am still captivated by the raw emotion I read, see, and feel on the pages...and I can't draw myself away. Am I satisified with leading this fabulous imaginary life as opposed to my own, or am I over-analyzing the situation and should just simply accept that I have utilized my comic book selection as a substitute for great, classic literature? I need some reason to rationalize why I am bored with everything everyday, and I think I have too much heart to simply blame on PEI, so I guess I have to point all fingers toward Marvel Comics because it's the easiest way out.
It's my lack of happiness and overall joy and glee that is really getting to me. Buuut there is nothing I can do. Because I am still stuck in transition, I have no idea how I got here and even less of how I can get out(because there is just no opportunity). I shiver every single time I think about just how empty I actually am. |
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| 12:53pm 01/03/2006 |
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backtrack
why?
i dunno....honesty maybe
closure
even a good laugh
I'm not sure what my intentions are
but I think in order to move on I have to first open up
you cannot hope to grow if you're still encased
so breaking the barrier seems like the right thing to do now
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| 01:20pm 23/02/2006 |
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I often feel like there are two of me running around atlantic canada.
One with the ambition and drive to accomplish anything he sets his mind to, who is charismatic and generous, talented in any field he touches, and has a personality to die for. He has this mystical allure that draws unsuspecting bystanders into a sort of inescapable instantaneous friendship zone. He's kind of narcissistic, but has the proper artillery to back it up (ie his killer ass in those girls jeans!). He loves to be the center of everybody's universe, and will soak up the attention until it's dry, but never take advantage of it.
Then there's this other creep who kind of likes to slink in the shadowy corner of a populated room, that dude who you notice because he doesn't want to be noticed (and it kills him that you do), he usually feels obligated to make conversation, to make others feel appreciated, while his true desires are not so conventional. He's the modern day anti-socialite, somebody who just wants to be engulfed in the busy streets of the city or on the crowded elevator platform. He doesn't know where he's goign in life or what even what he wants to do the next day. All he wants is to be left alone so he can cry about how pathetic his own life is, while critisizing all the dogooders and pioneers society has brought forth.
And then sometimes i like the gray area. This is the guy who can cry about life but still live it. It's the guy who will not necessarily want to talk to people, but will make the best of it. It's the guy who takes what he has, takes what he feels, and finds some sort of middle mix of melancholy and happiness, it's equal representation of both sides, and it's truth that people may think they know you, but they cannot know you if you don't even know yourself |
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| 02:32pm 12/11/2005 |
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And I told myself
"It's okay, I'm moving away anyway, I'll just like him for now"
I thought that I would be able to force myself to stop the flood of emotions I had all summer, or that the distance between us would stop it for me.
Because you can turn these things on and off after all (right).
But it's becoming so hard to just sit idley by and never be able to express myself. I hate how all I want in the world is something I can never have. If that is the case, then please enlighten me and tell me what's the point of ANYTHING?
I'm pretty much at a standstill right now. Should I make the move? Should I keep waiting? I'm tired of being a blacked out memory, it's so not flattering. Like fuck, I don't think I'm being foolish in saying that we should be together. And yet if this interest is purely one sided, which I don't think it is but I can never rule out the element of doubt, the chances of anything ever happening are negative 500. But I can still dream, and I can still wait. And that's just what I'll be doing. Because as much as it pains me, there is nothing more gorgeous in the world than the sparkle in his eyes. Especially when they are looking at me. That gives me the astral, out of body experience and nothing can replace that.
I think I am going to have to do something when he comes up n the 18th. Make some sort of casual move. I know I would be playing with fire, but it's not like he hasn't molested me a trillion times before, so I doubt that anything I could do would hinder the friendship. Unless of course he finds another one of his women. Then I'll just cry. But I will be ahppy for him, becasue I will know he is happy, or at least putting on the charade of happiness. SO then I'll double up on it, and really nobody will be truly happy. I love how fear of rejection paralyzes everybody. Carpe Diem, and we'll go from there. |
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| 03:25pm 13/10/2005 |
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music: my morning jacket-one big holiday (or 1 big g-tar riff)
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I came home last weekend, had an amazing time seeing amazing people, and ate so much even wild boar was envious. I totally have to see more people when I come home for christmas, because catching up is way too fun to miss out on. the drive back was full of omnious gestures of destruction, care of mother nature. The rain along with the randomly placed patches of fog and the undertone of Manson-inspired tunes was just fab. What should have been a 3 hour drive transcended into a 5 and 1/2 hour drive, as we SOMEHOW made our way into New Brunswick. But I'm all about visiting exotic places, so s'cool.
This weekend I am hitting up Acadia again with les garcons (JT, Patrick, Julian), and good times have been destined...specifically the fact that we are going to see THE TREWS....for TWO DOLLARS!!!! I am prrrrretty much flipping out with lust and synonym! I totally did not get the chance to see them while I was home and was regailed with stories abou how incrediblyawesome they were, so looks like Lady Luck gets my gold star for today!
Imaginus, the poster dudes, came to school yesterday. I heard they have posters of anything you can fathom. I took them up on the challenge. They do not lie. ( $45.50 and my room is fresh )
Roomate update? We almost had to have an intervention to solve the problem with the geek. The smell was getting uncontrolable, it was seeping through every opening it could find. We tried to let air circulate by opening our room door, but then the stench stained the entire hallway. We couldn't even have amigos over because the smell would knock them out. Both Mike (the alkie) and Martin (who I have now labeled as my arch nemesis, considering his Sarah McLachlan hating ways) talked to him about it, but he didn't clue in. It got so drastic that I bought a bottle of febreeze, and every time he left (which wasn't much because he NEVER leaves. He has even started skipping his class so he can stay! WHO DOES THAT), we would pretty much spray down every thing he owns or has touched within the last 30 days until it was painted in mint & refresh. Our initial hope was that he would smell the febreeze literally CAKED on all of his weird things that he owns, feel guilty, and take a shower. No such luck. We did that for a few days before Mike had enough, and proceeded to threaten, and execute, to lock Richard in his room until he took a shower. Conviction lead us to victory, and on October 3rd 2006, at 11:36 pm, I witnessed what is bound to be the greatest, most momentous event of the year...Richard took a shower. As he stepped into the bathroom the entire apartment went dead silent and we waited...we listened...and literally the second I heard the sweet sound of water dripping, I let out the biggest exclamation of my life and ran down the hallway to tell everybody of this....act of God. But that was over a week ago now, so I am hoping that it was an eye opening experience for him and that he can be happy in his new found state of cleanliness. |
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| 11:18am 05/10/2005 |
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So wow, I just finished my first Psychology test here at SMU, and it was probably the biggest joke of my life. It only took me 25 minutes to write, and the funny thing is, the majority of the test was pretty much everything we covered in Bio 621. I'm talking neurons, sense receptors, the synapse (my personal fave), the whole deal! Sooo I used all of my grade 12 notes and I am prettty sure that they gave me my desired A+. I just found it quite humerous that my tests in high school were far more challenging than this 'University-level' test....I was waiting for her drop the bomb all throughout the test, but it just never came....and really now, who just wants ONE example of a structure found in the brainstem? I was totally craving to just spill my fountain of knowledge on the page, but she was highly stressing BRIEF responses (it was in bold print, and there is no way I am going to challenge anything in bold print!), so I was pretty dissapointed. I was also very dissapointed in the fact that I didn't have to label anything, or identify anything MAJOR, like the cerebellum...so really, my true education came from my high school biology class, and not this sham they call University. |
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| 09:55am 20/09/2005 |
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My television has been taking up my computer chair space as of late, thus resulting in a decline in journal entries. However, I have taken it upon myself to physically push the television back a few centimeters, to bring you this new and update recounting of everyone's favorite lost Island boy.
My courses are cool, the fav being the film one (naturally). Well...sorta. I like the fact that we can have discussions, but the ppl in that course are like hardcore movie buffs who really know their shiot. They've pretty much all seen all of the 'timeless classics' and have excellent diction with what they say. It kind of throws my morale out the window when I say something and it is followed by silence. But they all wear glasses, so ha, I win.
My psych prof is totally awesome, and she reminds me of that cool caring high school teacher each of us had...the one who would make learning fun by getting the class to do things like the wave or play leap frog, and maintain both a sense of familiarity and professionalism. Basically the total package. Yesterday we learned about neurons, CNS, and my favorite, THE SYNAPSE, and since Ms. Shields kicks ass as a teacher and I actually cared in Biology last year, I totally got to sleep through the class! Whoooooop!
My soc prof is effing whacked. I have a word that describes both her personality and her appearance: gargoyle. She's obsessed with like China and how she used to teach there, and prounounces double u's with the 'v' sound, as if she was German or something. Essentially what she does is use her lecture time to vent to the class about her sad and pathetic life....like how she didn't get an office space right away, how she was "shunted" around, how she had such great expectations for Halifax and how bad it has treated her and blah blah blah! The only amusement I have in that class is counting the amount of times she says "y'know". Last class I got 36. Today i am estimating 24.
German teacher is a bitch, naturally. I asked one question the second day of class and she prrrretty much tore my soul apart and shattered all of my self confidence for the entire year. So no more questions. My english teacher is obsessed with sexual imagery in poems, and looks for the sex in EVERYTHING, and he has a reallllly annoying habbit of saying 'right' after everything. Except it is sooo deep and short that you can barely notice it, but when you DO notice it, it is the ONLY THING YOU CAN HEAR and is enough to drive you IN-SANE!
And as exciting as school is, that just isn't enough! I started work at Sobeys, which sucks cuz it is soooo busy there all of the effing time, and since i have no influence on the staff at that location, there is positively no way I will be the wanderer I once was. *le sigh*. I have been going to the Atlantic Film Festival none-stop lately, and I have been seeing soooo many great films. I really like the sophisticated atmosphere I sense when I am around the festival, it makes for great tidings. I attended a workshop the other day where we worked with pro camera-men to direct our own short film. Mine is called 'Help Wanted', it's only like 30 seconds but it is soo funny hahah, they are mailing the dvds to us, so I will totally try and hook it up on the net somewhere, becasue it was pretty spontaneous and worked out great.
I think I am going to be really fat soon. See, the idea was that I wouldnt be able to afford food during school, so I had to fill up over summer vacation. So I ate without second thought. then I get here, and I find it's all I do. I try to justify it by saying at least I walk a lot, but no can do, because if I'm walking, chances are I am probably walking to food. But bellies are hot, so I'm fine with that.
I'm kinda sorta getting/still am home sick. So many things remind me of ppl here. Like I ate a pine apple yesterday, of course I thought of Lauren O. I heard Mariah Carey, I thought of Julie. I went to a dance class with Paige, wished Beth & Kristine were there. I ate some DQ, where was the gang? And everytime I count my "y'knows" in soc, it just isn't the same without Lindsey. My mind plays tricks on me too, I always think I see ppl, or even two ppl combined in one (the other day I saw an amalgamation of Chris Dalziel and Ian Boswall. Weeeird). So yeah, evidentally I am missing home. But I can't say I am sad, only sometimes. I am happy I am here still, it's something I had to do..I just wish I could have uprooted the Island and brought it with me. I hope to be home for thanksgiving, but nothing's in stone. Christmas for sure though. This University thing really isn't for me. I have no ambition. I am frantically trying to think of a reason why I should care, and why i should try, but I really can't think of one. I hadn't realised how much I depend on ppl for encouragement before now, and that without them I never really get anything done. I like the University experience, but once is enough. After this year either I get into NSCAD or I do nothing but bulk up my portfolio and work for a year. I want to drop out now, but I kinda sorta payed a lot of money to be here, so I'll persevere. Anyway, time to review my German. |
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| 07:43pm 12/09/2005 |
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I feel like I should be more stressed about school. Or at least stressed in any part. I think I am enjoying this too much. Everybody's going on about how hard University is already, and apparantly I missed the memo, because it still feels like summer camp to me. I'm sure it will hit me soon though. Hard. Like a plexi-glass enforced brick wall.
I do intend on e-mailing people, but I just get so busy. I have to walk everywhere and I go downtown just about everyday (as in always), and I just get lost. Not literally but like..in the atmosphere lost. So figuratively. I've bought some stellar cds though: 'house of ill fame' - The Trews, 'the places you have come to fear the most' & 'A mark, a mission, a brand, a scar' - Dashboard, The 'Magnolia' soundtrack, & 'Bloom' - Sarah Mclachlan. But e-mails will come, never fear.
I have concluded that the roomate I mesh best with is Martin (mine). The gates of convo have opened and things are cool. We hooked up the playstation 2 in our room yesterday, and all four of us actually were together for the first time. The geek can still burn in hell though. He bought more food last night @ 11:30. Onion rings, mozza sticks, and french fries. I'm calling it now, he'll have a heart attack before mid terms.
I am excited for the Atlantic Film Festival to come here this weekend. I am so totally getting tickets, and they are so totally being charged to the student line of credit. they have an interactive workshop that i simply must be part of. It's pretty much my birthright. |
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| 10:10pm 10/09/2005 |
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My ethnicity has never been as challenged as it was yesterday. Story? I think so...
Thursday the frosh week festivities were still in full swing, with the evening's event being a hypnotist. Although Stephanie seemed less than interested in participating, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. There were about 20 ppl who volunteered to go up, and he started by putting us in a trance-like sleep. Sceptics beware, because I'm about to prove you all wrong. Being in past audiences, I always thought that the particpants were actually in a sleep, but it isn't like that at all. It's basically just your body being asleep but your mind is still completely active and you are still fully aware of what is going on around you. It was freaKy shit.
We started off by pulling out our fav instrument from underneath our chair and jamming with it to an orchestral symphony. I had the electric guitar. I think my band background gave me inspiration for this one, cuz I knew about crescendos and stacottos and those great elements, so my string plucking was pretty authentic. Then I concluded by smashing my imaginary guitar.
The second trick was the fan-fav 'everybody's in their underwear' mind game. This one was really weird because as I peered out, I could see that everybody was still clothed, but I BELIEVED they were in their underwear. It was like mind over matter, or something. Later on he pretended to be pulling people's body parts and stretching them, and even though I couldn't actually SEE them being stretched, I still thought they were and I still freaked out and almost cried.
But notoriety came in a culture shock, as I was informed to perform a chinese rap for the audience, which I did fabulously. Apparantly I was a big hit, or something. The kicker though was that he pretty much put a hex on me, as the chinese-ness would last me until 3 o'clock the next afternoon. So in every other hypnotic spell (the chippendales, the jerry springer, the doogie, the lost dog, and the chimpanzee hump), the luingistic was that of the oriental.
The best part of the night was at the end though. He said that every time our right hand was shook, our knees would buckle and we would have the biggest orgasm of our LIVES. I was literally gasping on the floor, it was so intense. There was no sexual turn on or anything (no hard on, no giz, none of the nasty), but the greatness was still there. He also gave us a craving for water, which we would believe to be our fav alcoholic beverage, and we would become instantly tanked. This was great too, even though it took me ages to get my water (apparantly 'chang' isn't the direct chinese translation for 'water'. Who knew?). It proved to me just how psychological drunkness really can be.
Anyway, Steph helped me out of the madness, and put up with my annoyance of le chinois for most of the night. I did'nt understand why people couldn't understand me, becasue although i could understand English and I thought in English, I thought that what I was saying people could understand me. So weird. It freaked me out when I went on msn though, and I couldn't type anything...then I tried writing something and all I could write was 'ching chang'. This morning freaked me out too, when what I said didn't sound at all like what I was thinking. I tried to avoid the masses as much as possible, but got bombarded as soon as I went to the Sue Johonson sex talk. Apparantly I am carnival freak, or something. But I met a lot of new people through it, so really my curse was a mild and annoying gift.
In other news, my geek roomate is annoying the fuck out of me. He has this obsession with everyone know everything about his life, be it current or past life. Since my actual roomate (who turned out to be a wigger in disguise) went on an excavation to 'the valley', and since Mike the alkie is never around, he talks to none other than moi when I am around. It's driving me insane. And he never stops eating. Saluzzo's pizza delivery has been here the past two nights. He's spent almost $40 in total for crap. And he burps. And he's slobby. Things will have to change around here, for sanity's sake. |
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| 03:14pm 07/09/2005 |
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Day one couldn't have gone more smooth. In psychology, all we talked about was the syllabus and the generation gap between us and the prof. I am not quite sure what significance popples and pogs have to do with the human mind, but hey...I'm not complaining. I talked to the english department today and they told me I probably woulnd't miss too much from the first day of my film class, so I have opted not to go. Oh my, I'm skipping already, not such a good sign of things to come.
I walked to Sobeys today to talk with the front end manager. She wasted absolutely no time in getting me on the pay roll and copying down my class schedual. Then she told me to check back in a few days becasue I will probably be on the schedual next week. *sigh* and there goes my new-found zen.
Also, I found an incredoble road that has everything I could ever hope for on it. they call it 'Spring Garden Road', and not only is it the road where my film class is located, but they have a le Chateau, a Tim Hortons, a CIBC bank, AND a HMV form which I bought the new Sarah McLachlan 'Bloom' remix album today. Woooot xinfinite!
Tonight, after the President's Dinner (and after I try out for the dance club heh heh), Steph & I (and hopefully Paige) are getting drunk and going to the dance. I have an 8:30 am class tomorrow. Score! |
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| 10:38pm 06/09/2005 |
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I got a shiiitload of things done today. I was incredibly productive which kind of sucks because productivity can sometimes lead to bankruptcy: I am $550 poorer and it's spent on books which I can honestly see myself not opening. But that's what University is all about anyway, watching the dollars fly away so we can gain self-confidence in the fact that we are enrolled in a University, so we MUST be smart. Right. I can't wait to get a piece of paper and ink that tells me I know how to think. Wooot.
Steph, her friend, & I went to the K-OS concert tonight which was alright. My tranquility was kind of shaken though when I realized the amount of premature skanks that surrounded us. And silly me thought that shit phased out with High School. I am thinking I may try out for the dance team tomorrow night. The only con is that it means I would have to skip my Narrative in Film & Fiction class, which is the reason why I am enrolled at this University (the class also has 7 books. SEVEN. And their BIG.) I wonder if that would be a bad thing....
The campus security came for the alkie roomate today, so tells my geek. He wasn't home though, and they actually searched the premises. Oddly enough, they didn't look in his room, where his bottle of Jack Daniels was standing in plain view on his bookshelf. Mind you this boy is only 17. I wonder if he will come back tonight? Or at all? And I don't even know what the magical dissapearing boy is up to all day. He sleeps here. And that's about it. At least my geek can mind the rooms.
my first class tomorrow is Psych @ 10, and I have no idea where the building is. 'Atta boy Scott. |
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| 09:18pm 05/09/2005 |
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Oh, I DID make friends with the girls from across the hall though. I already had a best friend hug with one of them, and we have a penta-date to the presiden't supper on Wednesday, all fancy schmancy-ish. Not off to a bad start. |
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| 08:51pm 05/09/2005 |
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I arrived at my rez today around 3ish and I JUST finished unpacking. Note to self: next time I go miles away from my room, DO NOT pack the house. I've pretty much personalized and fashionalized to the best of the given potential, considering the drab white and red color scheme is nothing to jump in excitement for. My side of the room is soooo much more fun than the other boy's. I think he must have packed maybe 1/4 of what I did, and that is not inluding food or a meal plan cuz he doesn't have either! I think I am pretty much a saviour because only one other boy brought a tv and a microwave (which looks like it has nuked one too many tv dinners), and then I arrive with my mega dvd collection, the big computer, the big tv, and enough kitchen appliances to call myself paderno.
Something hilarious? The fact that I was completely RIGHT about my roomates prediction. One of them is like uber-geek...I'm talking wierd animé obsession, super bizare personality, and liek the anti booze/drugs. Hahaha except no pop-bottle thick lenses. In fact, I wanted him to be short and wear suspenders. but he's tall. And fat. He brought many bottles packed full of homeade things. Jams, salsas...probably some eye of newt there too. He's a complainer too, which is soo uncool, cuz he's being anti-social and not going to frosh week festivities, so I'm stuck home with it tonight.Blech.
Then there's the alkie ahahha. Complete druggie who guzzles beer like he's shucking oysters! He's probably the most extrovert out of the three, and he was the only to 'formally' introduce himself to me. Then he made the gay jokes. Second sentence out of his mouth 'We have a problem, Martin here's gay, and you're stuck with him...nahh I'm just joking, he's not gay, don't worry'. But he's from Toronto so he's a total Shawn Desman as says 'sick' like its 'cool'. It's fun to silently mock.
The other guy...I dunno. I'm sharing the room with him, and he just keeps...dissapearing. I know nothing on that frontier, but I'm hypothesizing he may be the jock of the three. Cuz I'm the hot one. And no one is taking that title from me. |
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| 08:23pm 26/08/2005 |
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It was my final shift at Sobeys 870 today.
At first I wanted to call in sick.
The backlash would never have left me though.
So I showed, and I was celebrated.
Linda and a train of others surprised me with a cloud cake about half way through my shift.
I was completely flabbergasted (I even blindsided my customer).
I turned completely purple and actually almost cried.
It was one of the happiest moments ever, mostly because it was a true surprise. For the past month I have been telling people I wanted a cake, and a goodbye announcement, and yadda yadda, but I didn't actually EXPECT anything. I think the sheer fact that they showed they cared is what got to me. It is definately my new favorite thing.
As happy as I am to be finished with the store, I am flooded by memories. I literally grew up with Sobeys. The employees have been my friends, my family, my everything over the past 4 years. They have kept me amused, they have aggravated me, they kept life interesting. I miss Carrie's 'Superstar' impersination, and Ashley's full-faced smile. I want to know what Sarah will complain about next and who Linda will ennerve. Catherine's stories, Christa's concern, Jennifer's whine....I could count on everybody for something. I sound completely pathetic right now, but Sobeys was definately so much mroe than a workplace for me. And as cliché as that sounds, it kept me in-line as an adolescent. It matured me, and taught me responsibility (the supervisor days). I honed my people-person skills there and was forced to persevere, even in the darkest of times (Elaine's reign). I had the honor of working with such high class (and gutter trash) people who I will hold in high esteem for all my life. If anybody thinks Sobeys is JUST a grocery store, I will personally hunt you down and slice you up, and then feed your remains to a herd of cattle, because it is sooo much more than that. What is even more upsetting is that this was just day one of what is bound to be a tearful week. I just hope it really is greener on the other side...but really now, how much greener can you get than the forest-green tunic? Here's hoping for lime! |
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