I miss you

Dear blogging world,

I miss you, but I’m very busy right now.

 I’ll come back later I promise.

Ummm

So I haven’t blogged in a really long time.  I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person or anything…eeeeee…I’ve been busy.  Hating work.  Hating school.  Just hating in general.

 I put in quite a bit of time at work, but not a whooole lot.  I still have a bit of extra time.  But I decided to carpool this term, and I’m hating it.  Mostly because it’s me driving and them not driving.  Me getting up early, me wasting my life.  I’ll never carpool again.  By the end of the term I figure that carpooling will have wasted days of my life.  I’m not even kidding.  Between getting up early and getting home late and waiting for the other people to be done work, days will be missing.  And that really pisses me off actually.

I’ve also decided that I have a terrible job.  I work in a department that is rarely acknowledged unless we’ve done something wrong.  As far as the company is concerned, we are a waste.  I’m not sure I like the company.  They don’t pay all that great for the career I would be pursuing.  So I probably won’t return again if they ask me too.  Which means more interviews.  Ahh…

On a completely random note, I am addicted to Lost.  Addicted.  I’ve watched almost the entire second season this weekend/holiday Monday.  Unbelievable.  So much drama.  Everything is so connected, on and off the island.  The island is haunted and miraculous all at once.  I don’t even know how that’s possible!  The writers of the show are just geniuses.  I’m so glad the writer’s strike is over, and we can all get TV shows back…even though I dont watch TV…whatever.

 Also random, I love snowboarding.  I’ve done it for a several years, haven’t been out much because of school/work these past few years.  But I love it.  I was out this weekend and it’s so exhilarating.  I  spell-checked exhilarating and it is in fact correct.  I got it right on the first try.  But back to snowboarding.  It scares the crap out of me.  I love just riding as fast as I can down the hill…it gets you sooo pumped…unless you catch an edge because then you are just screwed.  You’re going to fall really hard and its going to hurt a lot…especially because your legs are stuck to the board with bindings.  At least skis just pop off.  I haven’t got enough courage (maybe I have too many brains) to try out the terrain park… I don’t think grinding rails or hitting jumps is really my thing.  I think I’ll just stick to going down the hill, thanks.

Have you seen the latest cover of Cosmo magazine?  In bright, bold, pink text it says “Your Va-jay-jay“.  Love it.

Celebrity Deaths

So I come home from work yesterday, open up my home page:  “HEATH LEDGER, DEAD AT 28″.  Shocked the hell out of me.  I instantly had to read the article, which was updated non-stop all night.  Can you believe it?  I’m still shocked.

I felt the same way when I learned of Anna Nicole Smith’s death.  And Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter!  If I had been old enough to understand at the time, it would have been the same for Princess Diana.  It’s so shocking and sudden.  And there are always people who say, “People die all the time, what’s any different with them?” 

It’s true, there’s someone dying every second, which is a horribly morbid thought.  But what makes a celebrity so different?  I guess that I’ve come to think of celebrities as invincible, untouchable.  Which disgusts me.  They are just people like every one else.  But they’re famous.  Of course they will die.  But so young?  It’s so upsetting.

Heath Ledger has a two year old daughter.  Steve Irwin has a young daughter.  Anna Nicole Smith had just given birth to a young girl days before she died…days after her son died.  They had everything to live for.  All of their deaths were so sudden and unexpected.

I love Heath Ledger.  When I was younger I thought he was just about the hottest thing ever.  Ever.  Yum.  As I grew older I grew out of that phase, and started recognizing him as a talented actor who had a lead role in several of my favourite movies.  10 Things I Hate About You.  A Knight’s Tale.  He got an oscar nomination for Broke Back Mountain (which I haven’t seen, probably never will).  And best of all, he plays the Joker in the upcoming Batman flick, Dark Knight. 

Batman.  Only my favourite superhero ever, obviously.  Apparently Heath locked himself in a hotel room for days and wrote diaries of what it would be like to be crazy for the part of Joker.  Word is that it is his best movie yet.  And last, unfortunately.  I can’t wait to see the movie, and I’m excited to see Heath. 

Even though I never knew him, met him, saw him in person or anything, I miss him.  I’m sorry for his family’s loss.  I can only imagine what it would be like for them to have to go through what they are going through right now.

Bouncers

Well, now that it’s actually past my bedtime, but there’s now way I’m going to fall asleep this early when I’ve been up til the wee hours of the morning for the past two nights, I thought I’d do a quick little post here about bouncers.  More specifically, bouncers and their ginormous egos.

I went out to two different clubs/bars this weekend and had similar experiences with the bouncers at each of them.  They’re assholes.  And yes, I’m stereotyping, but just hear me out, ok?  I just felt the need to point out a few key things.  The list:

1)  You’re a bouncer.  Making shitty money, with a shitty job.  You spend all your free time at the gym so you can be big and muscular to push people around.  Personally, I don’t think that you’re going very far in life.  Don’t take it out on me, that’s not my fault.  And never, ever touch or push me.  I do feel the need to break your nose when you do.
2)  Don’t yell at me.  I’m sober.  99% of the time.  Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, it’s quite possible I’m way more intelligent than you are.  Don’t call me names, or insult me, or try and make me feel inferior.  I’m not.
3)  Don’t yell at my friends.  I don’t hang out with people who get into fights, or cause riots.  Also don’t touch my friends.  If there’s a problem, they didn’t start it. 
4)  When some creeper comes up behind me, and touches me inappropriately when I’m standing right in front of you, do something about it.  Isn’t that your friggin’ job?!  Come on people, work with me.
5)  When some incredibly drunk person is starting shit, and you need to get them out of the bar, do not push them into me.  Amazingly enough, I don’t like being punched or kicked by some drunken fool, especially if you’re going to knock them into me on their way out the door.
6)  When I’ve been standing in line forever, trying to get into the bar, or at coat check, or something else, and I’m nice and patient and forgiving, would you please just be nice to me?  Maybe even smile at me, and tell me to have a nice night?  Don’t give me that “I’m so tough” face bullshit.  Again, it’s not my fault you chose to be a bouncer.
7)  It’s not necessary to swear at me.  Dropping the eff-bomb is not going to make me want to do what you just told me to do.
8)  Wearing all black is not menacing.  I also don’t know why you feel the need to wear combat boots in a classy bar.  And gloves.  Leather gloves actually.  And even better the leather gloves with the cut-off fingers.  It’s not cold inside, you look like a fool.
9)  Probably the most important thing on the list, GET OVER YOURSELF YOU PRICK.  Wow, I feel so much better saying that.  You aren’t saving the world, you’re checking IDs at a bar.  I’m surprised you can make it through doorways with an ego that big. 

I could probably continue, but I think I’ve hit the main points.  I do have to say, there have been a few times I am thankful for a bouncer, but it is usually short lived.  Mostly I want to call the cops on them for being so abusing. 

I’m off to bed now that I am rage-free.  Goodnight! 

Awkward?

So I’m absolutely exhausted and actually I really should be getting ready for bed so I can go to sleep…so I’ll make it quick.

 Today I really realized something…you know when you KNOW who a person is, but you haven’t been introduced to them?  Maybe you’ve seen them in the hallway or at a party, but you haven’t really talked to then?  And you’re pretty sure they don’t know who you are?  Well, I bet they do.  Unless they’re an ignorant oaf.  Yes, oaf.  Since I’m working at a company with many other students, I was bound to KIND OF know at least one.  And I do.  And it’s kind of awkard…but kind of not.  I know his name, I’ve seen him around, he’s friends with my friends.  And there’s a pretty good chance he knows who I am.  It’s possible he didn’t a few days ago, but I’m positive he does now. 

So I don’t have to introduce myself, do I?  But I still feel like I should.  At lunch, when there are a bunch of students at a table, shooting the shit, and he and I are talking with the exact same people…but not really with each other…it just doesn’t feel right.  I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.

Since it feels too awkward to say anything at work, I’ll just do it here.  Hey Scott, I’m Batman.

You didn’t really think I’d say my name, did you?

Life…or my lack of one.

I knew I was going to be spending a lot of time at work.  I knew it.  But I think I was in denial.  I didn’t realize how much time it was going to take up.  It feels like I have time to go to work, go to the gym, come home and make dinner, do the dishes, and go to bed.  And it is only going to get worse.  Little time for socializing or anything else outside of work.  I’m so exhausted already.  Thankfully, tomorrow is Friday.

On a better note, I went to the gym today!  Hooray!  My glutes hurt already.  I’m on my way to a seriously muscular butt.  So exciting.  I’m worried about doing weights and machines other than cardio in front of the guys though.  I think I’m just being lame.  Suck it up, right?  Right.  And I’m cutting down on junk food.  You don’t get buns of steel with chocolate.  It’s my new motto.  Also…I’m looking forward to some biceps so I can show them off at the gun show.  Yes.  I said it.  The gun show.

Resolutions

Happy 2008!  Hooray!  Another year gone by, another year to look forward to.  But what am I looking forward to?  Not much.  More work, more school, more stress.  Ahhh…I’m just not looking forward to starting another work term.  Like I’m really not looking forward to it…I just need to suck it up.  Anyways, now that it’s the new year, and you’re supposed to make some resolutions, I thought I would, even though I’ll forget them in a few weeks from now.  Some of my resolutions are:

-Getting in shape, and staying there.  Work terms are the times that I actually go to the gym.  I do a lot of cardio, and some weights and machines to get toned.  I’m not looking to lose weight, I’m actually looking to gain weight along with some serious muscle. 

-Getting work done early.  No more waiting til the night before its due.  This past term I was actually very good about working, and for the most part, it paid off.  This term I hope is more of the same.

-Being a more patient driver.  I love driving fast.  So much.  But I go nuts when there are bad drivers who drive below the speed limit and with other horrible habits.  I need to just calm down.

-Making some new friends, preferably girl friends.  I get along well with guys, but they really don’t make good girl friends.  Guys don’t want to know what you did with your boyfriend last night.  They can’t help you out with girl problems. 

-Taking dance lessons.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I’ve always wanted someone to do it with me.  And no one is interested enough.  But hey, screw everyone!  I can do it myself.

-Be fabulous at all times.  That one is pretty self explanatory.  Confidence is a must.

Tigers

So I just watched a show on Animal Planet about tigers.  Tigers are the cutest little things when they’re still cubs.  And the trainers got to feed them, and bathe them, and play with them.  They let the cubs suck on their fingers and sleep on them and everything.  And that is so cute and all, and I realize that the tigers needed to bond with their trainers, but I can’t get the thought of that entertainer, Roy, being mauled by the tiger he considered his own pet. 

 Like heck yes they are super cute, but would you want your face ripped off?  I think not.

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone, and to all of you with the snow and the cold, take advantage of it, I miss it down here.

Humidity

Now that I’m down South, where it’s nice and warm, you would think I wouldn’t have anything to complain about, right?  Wrong.  I’ve forgotten what humidity is like.  What it does to your hair, to your skin, everything.  That it’s like living in a fog you can’t see.  That you always feel oily and dirty.  And that your hair is one giant poof. 

Right now, I’m actually missing the cold and snow.  The dry skin.  Because right now I feel like  I need a shower, even though I’m not dirty.  And I feel like I need to wash my hands because they feel sticky.  It’s driving me crazy.  But enough complaining.  It’s Christmas Eve!  I love Christmas!  It doesn’t feel like Christmas though.   Where I am now, there isn’t a Christmas tree and I don’t see any presents.  I also just realized that none of the regular Christmas ornaments are up in my grandmother’s house.  Actually, even at home, none of our ornaments were up. 

I know that it is a lot of work to put up decorations, but for me, decorations are the definition of Christmas.  Just walking into our house, I can smell the decorations and I get excited.  But this year, there were no decorations.  A tree with no ornaments.  No nutcrackers, Santa Claus figurines, ribbons, garlands, lights, or the star at the top of the tree.  It’s a little depressing.  But RIGHT NOW, right THIS instant.  I’m going to get excited.  I wore my Santa hat to the pool today.  With my sunglasses and bikini.  It’s a good look.

Anyways, Santa is on his way, and I hope he leaves everyone some great gifts under the tree.  Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!

Whoops

So I haven’t posted in quite a while.  I’ve been pretty busy with school and finishing exams and moving out and all that fun stuff.  I’m back at home, not relaxing.  I’m packing for vacation and looking forward sitting out in the sun and the heat and not the snow and ice.  Which I oh-so-gracefully slipped and fell on this morning. 

You know sometimes, when you’re walking and you slip and catch your footing?  Or maybe you don’t catch your footing?  But at least you can brace yourself before you hit the ground?  The fall that I had this morning wasn’t one of those.  It came out of nowhere and surprised the heck out of me.  Probably surprised the heck out of the guy driving by me.  But he probably thought it was a lot funnier than I did.  Because I didn’t have a coat on, my left elbow is very scratched up.  Won’t look too good in a bikini.

But at least I’ll be in a bikini, catching some sun.  I can’t wait.