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Thursday, February 12th, 2009

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Time:1:32 am.
I have a new journal because I am bored of this one
I hope to see you all over there

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

(bear my child)

Time:4:15 pm.
hi livejournal
I never update anymore. Here's my life
I got promotions at both of my jobs. I'm finally out of the dish pit at the Keg and moved onto bussing. I'm still picking up the odd dish shift until all the new people are trained properly, but I realized that I actually don't mind it that much. It's nice to not have to deal with customers and most of the people I work with are fun and good to be around. Of course, bussing is better, and I'll be moved up to hostessing/serving soon enough, and it's nice to leave work smelling nice and not like 100 people's leftover food.

I am now the Lancome counter manager at Sears. Although, according to Sears I am only a "beauty advisor" because I am technically the only one working on the counter and have no one working under me. But since I am the only one working for the counter, I have all the responsibility and do all the work, so therefore, manager. Everyone else in the department refers to me as the counter manager, so that's good enough for me. It's hectic and I could really do with having another person working on the counter with me because there's lots of work, but they don't have the hours available to hire someone else. I'm not that good at retail and my department manager drives me nuts. She's one of those perpetually chipper people who seems to think that the economic recession is no reason not to be making more money than we did last year. Which, obviously, is bullshit.

I'm taking my driving test on March 4th. I'm nervous as hell and will probably kill myself if I fail. My whole family is going to Australia for 3 weeks on March 6th, so I'm definitely hoping to be able to have the use of the vehicles while they're gone. I'm going to Mexico for a week in April, which I guess I'm looking forward to. I should probably go on a diet or something so that I don't look like a beached whale when I get there. I've given up drinking for a few weeks after an embarrassing incedent a couple weeks ago, which I don't entirely remember but I'm positive I was being quite obnoxious. What I do remember is going over to a coworker's house, telling him that it was too clean and then throwing my drink all over his kitchen. I found it hilarious, he didn't. What a surprise.

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

(1 fetus | bear my child)

Time:4:39 am.
omfg what
humans are ridiculous

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

(1 fetus | bear my child)

Time:3:31 pm.
It's snowing!
Part of me is very >:( about this, but part of me is sort of :D
I get to not go to work tonight because I can't get out of my house, which is :D because it's the job I don't particularly enjoy. However, if the snow hasn't cleared by Friday and I have to miss the job I do enjoy then I will be incredibly >:(
I also have lots of candy. So that's :D

Daisy (my flatmate from England) is trying to move over here. We're trying to figure out how to get her a work permit, and we're both somewhat confused by how to go about it. We're hoping that she'll be over here in the first part of next year, and hopefully stay here for about a year.

I have 2 jobs, one sucks, the other doesn't. The one that sucks is washing fucking dishes at the Keg, where I should have been moved up at least to bussing or hostessing by now, if not serving and bartending. I'm pissed off that I'm stuck in the back because I am an awesome fucking server and I deserve to be out front. The other job is at Sears, where I am working in the cosmetic and fragrance department. I was hired as seasonal, but the counter manager for Lancome was fired a couple weeks ago and I am applying for that position after Christmas. I am praying to the sweet sweet Lord that I get it, because it would be such a good opportunity. I'm not sure who I'm up against for the position. The other girls in the department seem to think I stand a good chance of getting it, but I don't want to count my dragons. The other position that's open is for Shiseido, which I would take if I didn't get the Lancome job, but it's definitely not as desireable a position. It's only 30 hrs/week, and Shiseido doesn't make that many sales in our location, and since I make commission I'd rather work for a counter with higher sales. I think they're desperate for someone to take the job, so I'm sure I would get it if I applied for it, but I would rather have a job I know I can stick out for at least a year before transferring into Vancouver (where I eventually want to end up), than a job I know I'd be sick of after 2 months.

My ideal situation to pan out over the next few months goes like this:
This Friday I finally pay off the last of my credit card bill from the NYC trip.
After Christmas is over, I get the Lancome position. I also finally get moved up to serving/bartending at the Keg. Work full time at Sears, and pick up a couple serving shifts/week at the Keg to make tips. Also continue to work with some of the local photographers I've been doing shoots with to build my portfolio. Make lots of money and buy lots of shoes. Also save up money.
End of Jan/early Feb, finally get drivers license and invest in some form of vehicle. Continue to save money.
April/May, Daisy moves over here. Stays with me and my parents place, finds a job, we find an apartment and move out.
All was well

Sunday, November 16th, 2008

(2 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:11:30 pm.
I've noticed that the main topic of conversation between me and my girlfriends is poo. Is that weird?

Monday, October 27th, 2008

(bear my child)

Time:11:48 pm.
This weekend was Bloodshots which is a 48-hour horror film contest. At 7pm on Friday night each of the 25 teams was given an envelope with a sub-genre, a line of dialogue, a weapon, and an object. From there, they had 48 hours to write, film, edit, and submit their films, which had to be between 2-7 minutes long. I did makeup for one of the productions. Our film is called ILLusional

The other entries can be viewed here:

You can vote via email by putting the film title as your subject and sending an email to this address:

To be quite honest, I'm aware that our film is hard to follow. I found it hard to understand when I read the script. But, you should vote for us because I am awesome and that acid burn I did on the kid at the end was killer, even though you can't really see it.

Monday, October 20th, 2008

(2 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:1:40 pm.
New York was fucking amazing. I seriously can't get over how hard I fell in love with that city. I didn't even see a fraction of what the city had to offer in the time that I was there. I would give anything to be able to live there. Anything. I don't even know how to go about trying to move down there though. It's probably not even possible for me to live and work there, as a Canadian. But if there is a way, I need to find it.


Saturday, September 27th, 2008

(4 fetuses | bear my child)

Subject:from Renya
Time:5:48 pm.
If you're on my friends list, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... you're on my list, so I want to know you better!

Comment here and repost a blank one on your own journal.

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
27) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30) Do you swear a lot?
31) Biggest pet peeve?
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
34) Favourite and least favourite food?
35) Do you believe in God(dess)?
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Monday, August 11th, 2008

(4 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:10:25 pm.
I need to stop giving people my phone number. I am the worst person at phone etiquette. I never phone people back and I almost always ignore my calls. But, to be honest, I think lots of people are quite rude with their phone calling also. Because, really, you only need to call me once and leave a message. If I feel like getting back to you, I will. If I don't, it means I probably don't want to talk to you. It doesn't mean that I want you to call again and again and again.

A year ago a guy I went to high school with asked me out. I was taken aback, so I said yes reflexively, gave him my number. We spoke a couple times on the phone, but never had a chance to arrange a date because of conflicting schedules. However, having noted the frequency of his calls (5/night sometimes), I found it quite a turn off and basically started ignoring them. Also, his dad started pissing me off a lot by being just a general creep and weirdo (they live around the corner from me). A couple months ago I was waiting for the bus and his dad saw me and came over to talk to me (calling me by the wrong name, I might add). He started going off about me and his son were going to get married, he was sure of it, and just really freaking me out a bit. Then, lo and behold, a few weeks later the calls returned. I ignored them from the get-go, but he is still calling me 2-4x/week.

A month ago I got "set up" by a couple friends of mine. It wasn't a date, just a meeting. He met me and my friend Alisha at the bar and we chatted for a bit. I got drunk and when I'm drunk I love everyone. Anyway, nothing happened, but we got along really well. He got my number through my friend and called me. We chatted a few times and tried to arrange a date, but it fell through. With my work/school schedule it's hard to find time to go out with anyone, but I honestly haven't been making an effort. I haven't returned his calls, and there is no good reason for it at all. I'm trying to justify me being a bitch by not calling him back by saying that I'm just not attracted to him. But I'm very very rarely attracted to anyone when I first meet them, and we seem to get along really well. I just can't bring myself to do it.

On Saturday night I was at the bar after work, just chilling with a beer, planning on going home after one or two drinks. I was about to leave when the bartender told me that his friends from back east were coming to visit and he wanted me to stay and meet them. He bought me a beer, so I agreed to stay. Long story short, I got quite drunk and ended up giving him a bit of a kiss goodbye at the end of the night and declaring to my friends that I liked him very much (as I said, I love everyone when I'm drunk). He and his friends came in for lunch on Sunday, and he asked for my phone number. I gave it to him, because, what the hell, he's a nice guy. I specifically did tell him, however, that I was not going out at all that night because I had a load of homework to do before my final today. I decided to leave my phone in my room while I was doing my homework that night so I wouldn't be distracted by calls/texts. When I went to bed, I'd got a random text message (along with a few other calls from friends), which I assumed was from him, saying to bring friends out to the Roxy in Vancouver. Since it was late, I didn't bother replying. He called me tonight while I was drying my hair, so I didn't hear the phone go. He left a message. I was about to go to bed I decided not to bother calling back, with the intention of getting back to him tomorrow. Since then, he has called 5 fucking times. I've had to turn my phone on silent. I'm getting pissed off now, because I want to go to sleep but my phone is my alarm clock and I need to set it to get up for school tomorrow, which I can't do because I've had to turn the ringer off.

Situations like these are what turns me off of using my phone. Have some fucking courtesy. I may be a bitch for rarely returning calls, but to tell the truth I don't actually have a lot of time to do so. Calling me a million times is not going to make me call you back, it's going to piss me off. If I ignore a call, sometimes it is because I just don't want to talk to the person, but sometimes it's also because I'm in the middle of doing homework or I'm in bed. I also don't answer my phone at school or at work, and between those two spots is where I spend the majority of my life.

To quote my hero, Stephen Fry: "Well, actually, of course, a telephone is a fantastically rude thing. I mean, it's like going "Speak to me now, speak to me now, speak to me now!" You know. If you went into someone's office and banged on their desk and said, "I will make a noise until you speak to me," it would be considered unbelievably rude."

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

(bear my child)

Subject:that thing
Time:10:28 pm.
You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy mine below, erase my answers putting yours in their place then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration! One-word answers seldom help anyone out :)

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(1 fetus | bear my child)

Time:8:02 pm.
Mood: sad.
I need to go back to England. As soon as possible.

I'm aware that 'as soon as possible' means January. I just can't handle it for much longer. If I wasn't in school, I would've gone back already. I graduate in October. I then have three months to save money. There is a makeup tradeshow in London in January, which I'm using as my excuse to go over. I miss England more than I can even explain. Of course I miss all my friends over there, but it's more than that. I just miss the country. It may just be that when I was over there I didn't have to worry about anything more than making enough money to pay my rent and buy alcohol, but I just feel like I was so much happier then. I loved my independence. I loved travelling. I loved my friends and my pubs and my clubs and everything. Sure, there were stressful times, but it's nothing compared to the stress in my life now.

School is so draining. It may only be three days/week, but the other four days/week I'm at work. I don't get any school holidays. Classes run all through the summer, and now that the weather is clearing up it's making me realize how hard it's going to be to not be able to enjoy the sun. Work is draining because I can't take time off. Not only am I not allowed to book days off because there is no one to cover my shifts, I can't really afford to work any less than I am right now. I could feasibly miss a shift and still have enough money to survive, but it's not even an option because there is no one to work for me. Seeing all my friends have their weekends off to relax and party makes me so jealous because I know it's going to be another four months before I can even conceive of having a weekend off.

What I really need is to find a way to relax in the meantime. It's pointless for me to get increasingly more upset about my situation, and frustrated because I can't change anything right now. I just haven't found a way to relax and be happy other than to drink a lot. And I'm smart enough to know that's not a solution. Maybe that's the real reason I was so happy in England...

Saturday, May 31st, 2008

(5 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:12:21 pm.
Mood: aggravated.
Some of you may remember me posting about Nicole, the crazy psycho bitch from my class. Well, we've been getting along ok since our big blow out. I chose to give her the benefit of the doubt and not bring up how completely psycho she is again... until now.
About five months ago, she borrowed a dress from me. Just a $15 Wet Seal dress, but regardless, I'd only had it for a couple weeks and really liked it. She never gave it back. Whenever I asked her, she'd say 'text me tonight to remind me to put it in my bag', so I did and then the story was 'I lost it in my closet somewhere. As soon as I have time to search I will bring it' which, of course, never happened. Yesterday, whilst being a facebook creeper, I happened upon some pictures of her from a week or so ago. Surprise surprise, she's wearing my dress! So I left a note on her wall saying that I saw she'd found it.
She sent this note to me:Collapse )

Friday, May 30th, 2008

(8 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:9:56 pm.
happiness is for those who know how to laughCollapse )

Monday, May 26th, 2008

(2 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:11:39 pm.
As of yesterday, I am 22 years old. Maybe I should start acting like an adult now

... nah

Tuesday, May 20th, 2008

(1 fetus | bear my child)

Time:8:23 pm.
American food makes my tummy hurt and makes me poo a lot

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

(1 fetus | bear my child)

Time:11:46 pm.
Allison, Christine, and I are going to Seattle this weekend for my birthday (which isn't actually until next weekend, but this is a long weekend). I am fairly stoked. I haven't had a day off of work/school in over two months, so to have three days off is going to be luxurious, even if we do have to leave at 6am to get across the border. We are staying at a shitty hotel in downtown, but I love shitty hotels. We are having a hard time figuring out where to party. No one is giving us a straight answer as to which clubs/bars are the best in town.


Saturday, May 10th, 2008

(1 fetus | bear my child)

Time:10:49 am.
I had a bit of a tumble on Wednesday. I fell out of my shoe when crossing the street, twisted my left ankle and scraped both of my knees and the fronts of my ankles (the front bit where your foot connects to your leg, not the bony bit on the side). The worst is on my left ankle, it's quite deep and icky looking. It hurt a fair bit. Thursday, by the end of the day, I was hobbling from my left ankle being in pain. Yesterday, the pain was mostly gone (as far as twisting my ankle goes), the only part that hurt was the scrape itself being right on a place that stretches out every step. I noticed last night that my left foot was quite swollen, and now that I'm looking at it this morning I'm realizing that, compared to my right foot, it's pretty big. I don't know if I should go to the clinic or something. It doesn't hurt, except for the scrape, but it sure looks unpleasant.

Saturday, March 22nd, 2008

(3 fetuses | bear my child)

Time:12:09 am.
I'm super sick of people bitching about the churches being out and about because of Easter. So what, there are some Christians walking through the streets, standing on street corners, doing whatever. Who fucking cares? You don't like it - ignore them. They approach you, say no thanks. Don't bitch and moan. They have beliefs. They want to share them with you. The only reason they do it is because they honestly believe it will benefit you and your life. They aren't doing it to piss you off, so stfu and stfd. And especially don't claim to be an open-minded individual and then hate on people just because they are members of a large religious group. Open mindedness does not mean only sticking up for minorities. If it weren't for Christians, you wouldn't be getting a four day weekend.

not that I even get a four day weekend because my school is RIDICULOUS and decided to schedule my final on Monday. SUCK

Monday, March 10th, 2008

(bear my child)

Time:1:31 am.
i can't sleep
fu daylight savings

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

(bear my child)

Time:2:29 pm.
I had to work in the kitchen last night. Well, I didn't have to, but they would've been harshly buttfucked if I hadn't. Kat got sent home for having a few attitude issues (she won't stop crying and moaning about whatever), and Balwinder was in a car accident, so the kitchen was down to only two people, Mitch and Kodi. On a Friday night = not going to work. So I offered to come back in and wash dishes to help out, but that turned into "put on some whites and assist". It was actually quite fun. It helped having worked out front already because I know what all the plates are supposed to look like, and what goes into everything. We ended up getting kinda buttfucked anyway because it was busy and all the orders got put in at once, but we made it through. I burnt my hand and it hurt like a bastard, but Mitch was so impressed that he and Danielle (gf/manager) bought me a drink afterwards. I rock.

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