Thursday, September 29, 2011

Job Hunting with Google Maps

It's probably a bad sign when job hunting includes a window for Google maps trying to figure out where the heck in the province some of these places are..the usual answer?

I'm slowly trying to wrap my head around moving to one of these places, and knowing someone there helps. "Doesn't my step-mom's brother live there? No wait, dad you had a cousin who married somewhere there? Or was it your aunts sister in law?"

Friday, September 23, 2011

Clubbing: What actually happens

With my boyfriends brother turning 19 last week, I had a thought while I was listening to the radio in my car the other day. I listened to artists like Kesha, LMFAO, Katy Perry and they all talked going to clubs in a romanticised way, that might deceive someone who hasn't had their own experiences yet. So I decided to share some of my own experiences...

Shortly after some girlfriends and I decide a day and place, we bicker about who should stay sober to drive. Sometimes the argument of "I drove last time came" comes up, or "You have to work in the morning anyhow.." Then I find the outfit I look the least fat in, and off we go. If we forgot to, or couldn't get on the guest list, then we're stuck waiting in line without coats because the coat check is highway robbery. Wouldn't be so bad if clumps of skinny blondes weren't cutting the line every 5 minutes...but I have to wonder what they're whispering to the bouncers? Promises of sexual favours later? Name dropping? There is always the option of "greasing" the bouncer, where if you casually slip them enough money, they'll let you in. But considering you still have to pay cover after that, and drinks are overpriced..and I've just never had the guts.

So I wait non-patiently in line, freezing my ass off. Then when I get in, I pay for overpriced drinks until my wallets empty and barely feel a buzz. Or I get pretty drunk and attempt to keep track of my cellphone, keys and lipstick all night. The funniest part has to be be the dancing. It always feels super sexy, but I can tell from the looks it's not. The dance floor reminds me of a meat market, with all the creepy older guys surrounding the outside, ready to move in on the girl that looks the drunkest. I'm still waiting for this approach to backfire on them, but I have yet to see one of these guys get puked on.
But speaking of puke, go to the bathroom early on in the night and then hold it until you get home. If you don't, you might open a stall that the sight and smell of will make you yarf too. Warning: If you puke in the bathroom, and then walk out feeling all stealth about it, they will know, and you will get kicked out. This might also happen if you stumble around and look smashed because you're too drunk and they can't get anymore money out of you, so leave.

If the Gang Task Force, or any other Cops show up, it's time to leave. Round up your drunks and get out of there. Stop at a McDonalds on the way home for good measure.  

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Green Dog

Our beloved demon dog, Indy likes to eat things. His kill list grows exponentially, including phone chargers (2), prescription glasses (3), stuffed animals (4), couches (2), a bed...but the other day this beloved pooch got into something pretty unique. Eating cookies out of the trash isn't weird, but these cookies were special. It wasn't just the food colouring that made them green of sorts. He went to bed early that night. I'm just hoping they don't drug test him for doggy training school.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Recommended Escape

When I graduated this past April, the day after my graduation Portfolio show,

I boarded a plane for Disneyland with Greg. I had the time of my life.

Disneyland is a totally different experience when you're an adult than what it was if you went as a kid. We rode the Indiana Jones ride like 7 times, got pictures with every character we passed, and Greg filled up a whole book of smushed pennies. It was absolutely amazing. If you get the chance, go!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

"Raindrops are falling on my head.."

I love the rain, so I was a happy girl today when everyone around me was complaining. But there is one very large downside to rain I can't get over.

Dogs in rain coats.
It's just wrong.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My own N64 hates me

Just for fun...(hahhaah) Ok, for completely selfish and competitive reasons, I played Mario Party with my sister and our boyfriends last night. I wasn't half bad at the mini games, but in the Space Land, the money stealing laser beam got me twice! For anyone who's never played it, it's basically a board game, with coins and stars as currency. I wasn't dead last, and I'm not a sore loser, but the stupid thing seemed to pick on me.

Monday, September 12, 2011


Although the movie with Jim Carey rocked my 6 year old world, I more wanted to show off the masks I made for an event I was helping out with at school. The theme was Mardi Gras.


Although I doubt anyone will google me to help with their Masquerade, for their purpose I think they're alright.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Big world for a girl with small feet

As I was walking down the trail to work, and could feel every rock I stepped on, I realized it was time to get new shoes. With birthday money in hand, I went to the mall and started asking around for black running shoes. All was fine and dandy until they asked me what size I am. "On a good day, I fit a women's 5, but sometimes they're too big" At a couple places I actually got laughed at because most only carry as small as a 6. Some of the kids shoes I looked at that would fit had Velcro. I always joke about fitting Hannah Montana light up shoes, but this whole thing was starting to turn against me. I ended up at West 49 where they carried youth sizes, and found a perfect pair. When the guy rung it up though, I got all confused when 50 dollar shoes only had 2 dollars of tax. "Oh, kids shoes don't get taxed do they?"

Thursday, September 8, 2011

BFFN - Best friends for now

When I was little, I looked up to my Grandma who still gets together with friends she had from grade school and thought that a successful friendship meant that you had to stay friends for a SUPER long time. Over the years as friends have come and gone in my life, I don't consider them failed. I think friends fill a special role in life, and they should be valued, but it's not sad when they leave. Maybe you've just grown apart, and don't have the same things in common anymore. Maybe for whatever reason you helped someone through a specific time, or they helped you and when it was over you lost touch. I've had super close friends fade in and out of my life, and I always look back fondly on the fun times we had together, but it doesn't make me sad. Maybe I beleive too much in fate, but I think it's ok to let people go sometimes, and support new people if they need you. Cheers to all the friends I've had in the past, the ones that put up with me now, and the ones I'll make later.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Sometimes I'll call a number for work, and I'll have to ask for a guys name when the woman answers. I always get super embarrassed when she says "no, he's not home at the mome-WHO IS THIS?" I feel guilty, like I've done something wrong, but I guess I do sound super young on the phone, that can't help. Just for kicks I should start making up stories like, "he gave me his name at the bar last week...WHO ARE YOU?"