Thursday, December 27, 2007

In Australia, Lost has always been aired by free-to-air station Channel 7. It has always aired at Thursdays 8:30 pm. Australia is usually about six episodes behind the United States, but as of mid-Season 3, is nine episodes behind, which was due to a two-week hiatus over the Easter break

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!@??!?!?!?!?

Sunday, December 23, 2007

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell -George Bernard Shaw

The pub has been pretty slow on Saturday nights lately, which is too bad because for some reason I've been scheduled for almost all of them.
Another redundant night, with only a few tables ordering sparsely. I was more so watching the band, than actually doing anything. Same old same.
There was this one gentleman, he was playing pool with some friends and stuck around after they left to watch the band. He was quiet and slowly sipped the few stretched out pints he purchased from the bartender. The older man worked his way to sitting at the bar, talking with the regulars about typical things- even bonding a little.
When i covered the bar for a few minutes he talked to me about how 'working the same old shit everyday sucks but you gotta do it' and then mumbled off into a rant, like most do. I showed an awkward, pursed smile and made myself busy with something silly.

It was almost closing time, only a few drinkers and DD's left, I had put up all of the heavy and awkward chairs. Waiting around until the customers downed that drop and i could snatch the glass out of their cupped hands.
Older man had been quiet for the past 15- 20 minutes, 'must be tired, he's been here a while'. So, I wipe off the spilt beer and put up the last of the chairs. As I drop off a dirty glass at the bar I catch the sound of falling beer, but it's not followed by a shattered glass. ' Where is that coming from?'. I look at Irish Guy ( he's a regular, young, on working visa) and the other regular staring at the old guy with a face of disgust and surprise. Then I hear it. That puking/coughing/dying noise.
Old guy has his arm on the bar, head on his arm and puking pouring out of his mouth like a broken faucet. I stare for a few seconds, thinking he's going to stop...or leave...or atleast GET UP. He doesn't. He's projectile vomiting. I run to the back yelling for the bartender 'cause I have noooo idea what to do, I'm not going near him. I go back out to the bar to see if she's there, and he's still making that horrible noise, and still barfing on the wood ledge and floor. I'm getting pretty angry now, so i run to the back yelling ' Theresa, some guy is fucking puking on the floor!'.
I come out a second time, and guess what? STILL, puking. STILL, making the dying sound. STILL, not making any effort to get up and save us the disgusting fact that we're going to have to clean it up. I'm staring at him, giving the death stare and tearing back my temple in an attempt not to ask if he's freaking kidding me.
I thought the bartender, who is middle aged, tough, and striking, was going to tell him to get the fuck out. But she was really kind, probably realizing this was extremely embaressing, and tried to get him outside and into a cab. He stopped puking, I didn't think it was possible, wiped his face and managed to walk to the end of the bar almost at the door.
She calls a cab, I finish my closing duties. And then i hear it, again. Beer falling on the floor, and that god damned sound. I was pissed now, I wanted to scream ' get the fuck out'. He was obviously coherent enough to stand and walk, why the hell wasn't he walking outside?!

I was so angry when it was all over, thank freaking god I didn't have to clean it up. Bartender barely did, it was only beer after all. But it still smelt pretty rancid.
On the drive home, when i told groggy Josh this story I must have used the word 'fuck' more than 25 times. Fuuuckk!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end. Jack Kerouac

( Great Ocean Road or "surf coast highway" on the South Eastern Coast)
February 3rd I'm leaving for Australia.



I'm so anxious, but at the same time i have all these fears- mostly about the airport and getting lost or loosing my luggage and a million other things.
I handed in my application yesterday and I already have all the paperwork, through e-mail, that i'm dreading filling out. It's all so exciting and the more i get done, the more final it all feels.
I'm going when its the end of summer, all of fall, and a little bit of winter.
I've been doing some research about spiders there ( I have a strong case of a arachnophobia ), they're huge and e v e r y w h e r e, many are very poisonous. Look at the description of a Sydney-Funnel-Web Spider
Venom toxicity - the Sydney Funnel-Web Spider is one of the world's most deadly spiders. Both the male and female carry atraxotoxin, one of the world's most dangerous toxins. The Blue Mountains Funnel-Web and Northern Tree Funnel-Web Spiders are also highly venomous.
Danger time - the mature male funnel-web spider will wander around during hot humid nights, looking for a mate, and is known to enter homes, footwear, clothing, washing and swimming pools where they can survive several days under water. It is highly aggressive when disturbed or cornered and is able to inflict multiple bites, with its "flick-knife" hardened fangs. People also find funnel-web spiders wandering around the garden or in the home after heavy rain or nearby earthworks. An anti-venom is available in most major hospitals and ambulance vehicles.
Area of distribution - the Sydney Funnel-Web Spider is a ground dweller in moist soil areas along much of the eastern coastal area of New South Wales and Victoria.

What's even worse....google what that looks like!!!
I'm buying boots and wearing them all the time.... The other spiders sound horrible too. I'll have to suck it up.

Looking at Hostels, I have this image of just a tiny room with a bunk thrown in suck in my mind as what a Hostel is. But the ones I've been looking at online almost seem like hotels, but less than half the price, with some meals included.

I've still got 6 weeks to go, so I should try and distract myself with other things or else I'll go insane:)

Saturday, December 15, 2007

A woman is never sexier than when she is comfortable in her clothes. Vera Wang



A few days ago I made this pencil skirt, from scratch, from some left over material I had. I have some Christmas parties/dinners and I didn't want to wear the same dress, which i got a huge deal on, to all of them. So here it is; along with my ha-larious attempt to look vogue.








I bought these pearls in grade 9 at a thrift store :)


I obviously played with this picture, I think it is the only one wear i'm actually full-out smiling. So it needed some adjustments.







Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before, What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.

A week until Christmas; is that at all it is? When you're not in school, it seems like days race by and before you know it you're calendar is filled with X's. I'm trying to cherish all the time I have not worrying about deadlines and tests, essays and exams. I haven't had that feeling since last year, and nothing could make me go back to that horrible place called High School. I just can't fathom why anyone would choose to go back for another year?! There are a few things I miss about school, but a many more dominating things I would never go back to.
Standing at the bus stop in the morning is any easy thing to complain about, especially in the winter when the bus made a habbit of being late. But I loved the bus ride when I had my cd player ( not mp3 player ) and coffee/tea in my tumbler mug. Big D or Streetlight coming through my ears and escaping through my pounding feet, resisting the urge to sing. It was such a comfortable feeling, especially in the winter; over dressed and internally warm due to the hand-held caffeine. A synchronized arm lift when the bus braked-hard or took a sudden turn by all the mug holders, like a reflex. I laughed inside almost every time. The same tired faces, and bouquet of freshly applied perfumes and carry on breakfasts.
And then there are those damned morning people, what the fuck is wrong with them? It didn't bother me, unless I forgot my headphones...or worse, my coffee. It's 8:00, I don't want to listen to you talk to your fake-bus friends about you partying so hard and 'telling your parents off' last night, when in reality we all know that you sat and home and got high while you watched friends, alone.
I'm not a fan of my age group. Headphones and coffee were necessities on the SMH special, and when you had them the ride could be pretty enjoyable.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. - Picasso

This is my Godson Tristan. He's 9 months old but look so much bigger, he's so cute I have to hold myself back from biting off his cheeks.
Josh loves him
haha

His mom/ my 'sister'


You can tell his mom takes a lot of pictures of him, because as soon as that camera whips out he's modelling his cute diaper bum.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation. ~Author Unknown



My typical opinions are cynical and often irritating, siobhan says i'm always trying to 'make a statement', I don't disagree. I think it must be utterly boring being a wallflower, and although my natural behavior is to be shy, i am really opinionated and cannot imagine keeping my cracked lips shut whilst listening to someone praise things that go against my moral fiber ( i like using that word lately).
there's a cat in my greasy, funky hair. I usually don't like cats, but i must say i enjoy when they admit they enjoy your touch; the way they uncontrollably purrrrr rrrr rrrr and dig their claws into the furniture when they're truly excited. They're not soo bad, but not as good as dogs<3.
ANYWAYS. Back to my hesitated admittance of happiness. A good portion of the time I'm negative, I'm the girl that doesn't hold the door open for the lagging elders ( no i'm not, but i think about it....). Things in my life, for the past few years have been a bit difficult and definitaely not leave-it-to-fucking-beaver, not like i would want to it to be - but you get the point. Lately they have been getting tougher. I have a few great friends I can turn to for answers, coaxing, and a much-needed shove. The best way I can say this is to use a quote though, "I need to feel the weight of a man on me" Carrie.
I am pretty fucking sure if I didn't have Josh to just, literally be there when I ached, I would seriously be going insane. And admitting that makes me feel weak and vulnerable, but also so grateful that we're together. It's not uncommon for the highlight of my day to slip into sleep onto his warm body, and i'm more than fine with that. I crave it. And the idea of his weight on top of me. Josh is my decadent escape from the sometimes bitter world.
but...
Whenever I hear someone talk about their 'lovelife' i feel like they're trying to rub it in my face, like they're trying to prove how pure their love it. So I'll shut up cause I'm sure we've passed a few eye-rolls already. Yes? haha

As I have been hinting at, things in the real world have been a bit difficult and I have felt sluggish at work. I hit points where I doubt the possibility of reaching across the room on my legs. Most of my dreams have been about work and difficult customers, I'm seriously lacking on my sex and travel dreams.
But the time it takes me to fall sleep has fallen back into normal, but there are those exceptions of nights when I think of something minuscule and get over-excited about it; hello 1 hour later.
I'm excited for sleep just thinking about snuggling in under the blankets...mmm- God, i hate winter.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. - Dali

I really do not feel well these past couple of days. Shakey and out of energy, like i have weights attached to my hips and thighs. All of my dreams last night were about work, and i'd say a good chunk of them were about me passing out, puking, or getting a huge pimpley throat infection at work. This morning i woke up all phlegm-y and sore.
I'm working fairly often the next week or so. Even though after a few hours i'm just dragging my ass. I had an old grade-school bully come in, and then attempt to leave without paying the bill. Luckily my trusty bouncer literally CHASED their asses and made them pay, and tip me. It was an eventful night, that's for sure.
Diana is going to Columbia for a month, starting today- jealous.
Rachel is coming back from Nova Scotia in two days, which i'm very excited for our ranting and sappy movie time.
Other Rachel is done school in a few days and we'll probably rant and do crafts with snacks.

Too bad I really, really need another job and I'm kicking myself for only having a part-time job for 3 months now...fuckkk. I really wish people would just be happy with quality time for Christmas...no?
sneeze sneeze sneeze, eye twitch, sneeze.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? Alice in Wonderland

I used to love nights in my parents room. On the nights when they actually wanted to sleep comfortably, i would fall asleep outside of their door hoping that the next time i woke up i would be between them. Two big windows slightly opened to create a crisp breeze, snuggled and tight under the big duvet. My dad would trick me into playing toy-cars on his back, as his movements dulled and the snores rolled in. My mom, rolling and smacking. But the best part was the light show; strange square shapes growing and dying on the walls like a lost slideshow. The night traffic drifting past with their swooshing and humming as they creep down the asphalt. It was relaxing, it was therapeutic. I miss being that comfortable and feeling that security.

Things have gotten so crazy, I am Alice in Wonderland. I feel so niave, everyone is giving me all these answer's but they still don't seem to make sense. I'm being tossed in all these insane environments and all i can do is ask questions instead of get anything accomplished. I'm sure of very few things these days. and i'm hoping when i wake up that will change.
I'm very excited for Christmas however, even though i think the ' holiday of giving' is a huge laugh and is what people fool themselves into thinking their not consumers and slaves to brands. I don't think there is anything more repulsive than parents that spoil their children.
I've always, since i can remember, loved Christmas because of visiting family and the big family dinners. Oh and who can forget the classic movies...sigh.