Week one done!

I finished my first week of training... only three more to go!

I had three exams, simulated the putting up of the life raft (which is HUGE by the way), went in a fake plane, and learned about a bagillion things. People should feel VERY safe when flying! Seriously... they call us "safety professionals"!

Monday, I get to fight a real live fire!!!

That's about all I've got.

Goal for tomorrow: Find someone to do something about those pants.

Photo What-day-is-it-again?

Notice where the sleeves end and where the pants begin. *Note that these are not abnormally long sleeves.

I honestly don't even know what to say about this picture. It really makes me want to die inside.

The most important lesson learned today:

There is absolutely no rule (or law for that matter) prohibiting the joining of the mile high club.

Go Flames Go

So last night we decided that after a day full of drinking, chinese food, a dance break (pictured below), napping with eyes open and watching the game (seriously, we were on Steph's patio by 2:30 drinking drinks until about 5:25, then chinese food then open eye napping and game watching) that we should head on down to the Red Mile (and by we I mean us sans Steph because she seriously wouln't have made it). When the Red Mile was "founded", I was in St. Isidore nannying, so I missed all the hoopla. So I had my first Red Mile experience and it was actually pretty fun! There were lots of POlice making sure girls didn't flash anyone (though Elliot managed to see one pair) and making sure there wasn't any public drinking (I think they must have missed the guy with a beer bong and a backpack full of beers). Other than that, it was a good time had by all, and it was a great way of celebrating the end of my degree and my new job!

Done

Finie

Terminada

100% finished my degree*.





*Providing I passed everything

Highest pants EVER!

So I get to wear these fab pants... They sit three ever-so-painful inches above my belly button. Seriously. Above. The. Belly. Button.

Then, I get to tuck my shirt into them. Shirt tucked in, three inches above my belly button.

So basically, I have a neck, boobs, and then a very very long crotch. Then, after you continue looking downwards for about five minutes, I have legs.

Luckily, I get to "take in the sides" so that I don't look like a parachute.

If I ever thought I had even a trace of an ass, it's gone now, in my gynormous pants that have to be gynormous so that they fit over my stomach therefore I could easily fit five of my asses into the ass part.

So all in all, the uniform was a big hit. (Actually, the shirt is quite nice, and it actually makes me look half decent... Too bad only a few inches of it shows since the rest is tucked into my pants.)

I also get to wear a vest or sweater (which luckily covers most of the foot long crotch I now have due to the pants mentioned above.)

Also, there is a LANYARD (pronounced "layunyerd") with a quick release at the back of the neck in case people pull on it in a threatening manner. Seriously. The scary thing is, this is a newly implemented rule. So there must be reasons why it was implemented. Crazy.

The best part is the lunch kit. Oh, how I love lunch kits.

Too much all at the same time

As you can see by the title, I have too much going on all at the same time. I have one more paper to write, three more exams to study for and take, get to a whole bunch of new job realted appointmests to make sure I'm not crazy and fit a uniform, and also organize my life in general.

I can't wait until this week is over... so that I can start to enjoy the things that are going on!!!

Shut Up!

I got the job!

Last day...

Tomorrow is my last day of classes.

LAST DAY OF CLASSES.

Woah.

I don't know if I'll be posting TOO much in the next little while. I'm housesitting for a little while and I'll probably be busy. Though I will be writing papers, which means procrastination. So maybe.

But I will post BSD pics when I can. OOoooooh they'll be good.

Day of Hell is Over

Today was pretty much a day of hell.

But it's over. (Though I DID get the purple test of death again... The white and yellow tests are not as difficult as the purple test of death.)

Now I just have to finish up a paper due on Wednesday, and then it's BSD! I've never looked forward to a day of standing around in a field drinking so much! And this yeah I'll actually be wearing Bermuda Shorts! Imagine that! (though they're cute trendy Bermuda Shorts... Courtesy of Katie... How I fit into her shorts is another question altogether though.)

So that is that. I have a few days of rest, then the final sprint!!! And then it's ALL OVER.

Extreme Bad Mood

You know when you're just pissed off for not reason? Well that is me. Right now.

The started very well. Went to Nellie's in Kensington with Steph and Elliot (who I spent almost every waking hour with this weekend... I might as well BE them at this point), had a nice little walk from their place over there, ate on the patio, had a nice little walk back... really absolutely nothing to complain about.

Got home. Extreme Bad Mood began.

Decided to start studying for my exam tomorrow. Why on earth would a teacher put something as STUPID on an exam as matching titles of stories (which we HAVEN'T EVEN READ) with their authors???? Is this really important? Do we have nothing more to offer than this? Is THIS what the whole point of the course is? How stupid. Re-damn-diculous.

I decided to start the short little paper thing that's due tomorrow. I can't write it. I don't get the story. Why do I have to do this? It's stupid.

Finished up my stupid presentation. I have nothing intelligent to say about this right now. NOTHING. Why do I have to present the topic of my final paper? Do my classmates give two shits about what my paper is about? Because, no offense to my classmates, I couldn't care less about what they're writing about. What a waste of time. It's stupid.

Then I decided to wash the stupid muffin tins from Steph and my baking extravaganza on Friday. (and by "I decided", I actually mean got SO FED UP with my mother reminding me that I have to wash them because I still live at home that I flipping washed them.) It took me a LONG TIME. How could muffin tins that have been soaking in a sink of water for the last two days STILL BE HARD TO CLEAN?????? Because they are stupid.

I am clearly in a mood. A bad one. I would normally fill the void with ice cream or something deliciously fatty, but I'm full (from the breakfast). I want need some Starbuck's right now. That perhaps might calm me down. But I don't live at a Starbuck's, therefore I would have to go out to get it. And I don't feel like it.

I better get out of this funk before 7:30 or 8:00, because at that time I am going to Katie's house with Sarah and Vaness to make our BSD t-shirts. BSD is fun. T-shirts are fun. Making them is fun. So PLEASE PLEASE go away mood so that I can have fun. PLUS BSD T-shirt making day was when the all-time best quote ever was said. "Kristen, I wanna stay up and drink with the giiiiiiiirrrrrrrllllllllsssssssssss". Jordan, wanna come make BSD T-shirts with us? That would probably cheer me up.

Rant over. Hopefully this is the worst my mood will get.

So far this Saturday has been a lot more productive than last Saturday

Last Saturday, I was a heap on the couch.

This Saturday, so far I have:

• Woken up early and wrote some of my paper.
• Showered. (Which is WAY more than I can say about last week)
• Played Ultimate Frizbee at the Jewish Centre (because I'm such a Jew) with Steph and Elliot and a few other people.
  
• Organized myself for my exam on Monday.
• OK I MIGHT have chilled on the couch for a while, but I feel like I deserve it since I was so productive.

Later, I hope to:

• Visit with Mo and her baby!
  
• Go bowling
• Relax and NOT think about my papers and tests.

I feel like I am great because I am keeping up with my assignments (relatively speaking) without loosing my mind and also having time to have a life, hang out with my friends and not be a hermit.

Titles of songs I could credibly write if I became a rap star

(As written by Greg Howard from McSweeny's Lists)

Ain't Nothin' but a G Thang, Although I Usually Go by "Greg," to Be Honest

Mama Said Have Some Milk and Cookies

Bitches and Hos (I Have Neither/Nor)

I Know Someone Who Has a Friend of a Friend Who's Chillin' on Death Row

Ready 2 Take a Nap

Roll Me a Blunt (Now What Does That Mean Again?)

The Best Tastee-Freezes Are in My Hood

YO Gangsta (Do You Know How to Get to Napa Valley? I Appear to Be Lost)

I Like Medium-Sized Butts ... I Mean, It's Great If They Have Some Dimension but Let's Not Get Carried Away, but on the Other Hand It's No Good When the Legs Just Shoot Straight Up to the Hips and There's Nothing Else There, I Hate That

Smack My Fax Up

**This was just too funny to pass up**

Celeb crush of the week

Really, how could you not love George Stroumboulopoulos, host of the hour on CBC. He is "bad boy sexy" and quite smart too. The fact that he's Canadian doesn't hurt either. He came here a couple of months ago, but by the time I got my act together the tickets were all sold out. Instead, I can just watch him, channel 15, 6:00pm. He's good. You should watch.

Quit playing games with my... mind?

So I just got a phone call from the company I am currently DYING to work for. They called to ask me two more behavioural based questions. So I answered them to the best of my ability, though they were HARD. Very hard.

So I'm feeling kind of medium about that. It's a bad thing because I obviously am "on the cusp" of the group... I didn't blow them away and I'm not a "for sure" hire, yet it's a good thing because I obviously didn't BOMB the whole thing, and they want to know more before making a decision. Unless they're just doing this to make me feel better about myself before they tell me I didn't get the job. I really don't know what to think.

The only good thing about this whole situation is that she said "I'm putting your file back in the recruitment pile and you should hear from us in the very near future". So at least I know I won't be in agony for too much longer.

Marketplace

On Sunday night my mum and I sat down to watch Marketplace on CBC. It was a repeat episode that talked about carcinogens, and how they are present in products we use day to day. (Carcinogen, according to the dictionary, is "a substance that produces cancer".) I wasn't aware of this, but companies don't have to list all the ingredients in products, so most don't list the "bad ones". For example, those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers have formaldehyde in them. Sunlight Laundry Detergent has a different carcinogen - this one is listed on the box, though not many people KNOW that it's a cancer causing agent.

SO, with the help of Linda and a little sleuthing of my own, here is the link to a list of cosmetics that have known carcinogens in them. Here's an other link to a list of some carcinogens. The weird thing is that some of the same products are available in Europe but WITHOUT the carcinogens, because they have been banned. So why wouldn't the company just make all of their products without carcinogens instead of making half with and half without?

I'm no scientist, and I really don't know much about all these kinds of things, but to me, if we're consuming things that have KNOWN cancer causing agents in them, this is a problem.

Today, one in two people will get cancer. 50%. That's HUGE. And yes, lots has to do with drinking, smoking, not exercising and all the rest, but not all of it. Some really healthy people get cancer, and they can't understand why. Perhaps it's because they use a certain brand of blush, or toothpaste, or laundry detergent. It's not good that none of us KNOW these things are in our products. Things need to change, in my opinion. So there are my two cents about the issue.

So apparently, this is my 100th post

I wish I some incredibly exciting story to share on this momentous post. But I don't.

I have a VERY busy two weeks of school coming up, but then, dare I say it, I am finished. It's sort of odd, since I've been counting the days all semester, impatiently waiting the end, and now I wish I had an extra month to finish everything. But I will finish. Oh yes, I will get 'er done.

So, time to post something fun. An ode to 100 posts worth of embarassing pictures. To all those who are on this mosaic and didn't want to be, you should know better than to let someone who has a blog take your picture.

Uuuunnnnhhhhhh...

You know when you're so hungover that you say you'll never ever drink again? Well I've had that happen to me once before when I had an unfortunate run in with red wine and a drinking game, and I actually didn't drink for about 4 or 5 months, (and I STILL can't drink red wine) then I slowly started to be physically able to consume alcohol.

Well, I have a feeling I have done that to myself again. Firday night was fun. Lots and lots of fun. Saturday was NOT fun. I slept until 11 ish, woke up, had breakfast, and thought to myself "wow I'm not hungover at all!" Well, I went to the couch, turned on the tv, and did not get up from it until 8:00 (except once to throw up profusely). I pretty much felt like death, with a side of revoltingness. That was NOT fun. Not fun at all. I seriously doubt that I'll drink for a long time, though I will make one exception, and that is for BSD, since I've been looking forward to it since last BSD. It's dumb, rediculous, and so immature, but it's my LAST YEAR OF UNIVERSITY and I deserve to be dumb, rediculous and immature one last time. But seriously, I doubt if I'll even be ABLE to drink, because typing the word DRINK and thinking about consuming one drop of alcohol is making my stomach churn and I'm seriously wondering if I'm going to throw up right now. Oh gross.

Oh and Katie wasn't even there, so I'm the drunky that you can allllll make fun of this time!

Behold the amazing camera skills of Drunky McDrunkerson at about 2:57 am