So really that's isn't a word. But its an activity if that counts. I just finished working four 8 hour shifts in a row, and I am extremely happy to have Saturday off. Its not a regular occurrence to get a day in the weekend off, but they seemed to have forgotten that little fact, and thanks to me picking up hours this week they can now not ask me to work. So my plans? Sleeping and relaxing. I plan on getting up in the morning, making breakfast for my parents and then hanging out with a friend and watching movies. It should make up for the week I have had.
About this week as said in my post before that it was rough, but I am counting down the days until I get to go to Mexico for my brothers wedding and just lounge on the beach with my family. It will be a break away from everything. Also on the bright side one of my best friends will be working there when I return which should liven up my day a whole lot.
What are your plans for this weekend?
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
#%$!@
Yes, my title doesn't make sense, but that's because I don't have a word to emphasis my frustrations. Also these symbols often represent cursing. Of course I don't do that so this is an alternative.
Today at work was horrible. For one main reason. TRANSFER BUGGIES #%$!@ OK so that technically isn't a curse word in many of your eyes but it was just added to my inventory of words today. So the main concept of this idea is we have to transfer all items from the cart into another cart in order to make sure there is nothing hidden underneath. You must be thinking, 'well whats the problem? That's a good concept.' Wrong, I work at a bulk store, where everything you buy is LARGE! OK so for example, Fertilizer, Water, Pop, Flour is now double in size. Its crazy and we have to lift it! Normally here is where I would start doing 10 survival reasons but unfortunately I don't have any. So here is my 10 complaints.
1. 'Oh you don't want your large bags of fertilizer to far up the buggy? Hmm let me think about that. TOO BAD! I just lifted 4 bags of it into a different cart as part of my job, you have a problem with it you come move it yourself big strong man!'
2. Oh OK I see, you went shopping and while passing you picked up a nice hot chicken, thinking well I can eat this for dinner. But when you come up front, noooooo you can't by a $6 chicken so you make me go all the way back through the warehouse to drop it off and then complain that I didn't pack your cart.
3. OK so let me get this right, you want me to pack your cart but only in the way you want it done? Would it not be easier to do it yourself?
4. My Job. Is to PACK. Your Groceries. I am good at it. I will not put your eggs or bread at the bottom and then stack a box of peanut butter on top. So go back around to the other side of the till, and let me do. MY JOB!!!
OK so this is going to be a little bit of how to fix your day.
5. As your walking just accidentally pick up a glass container, look around and smash it on the floor. OK I never did that, but I was eyeing one today.
6. Ask your supervisor if they have a gun, a real one. If not then an arrow will do. This is the time for them to put you in the hospital. QUICK. NOW. DO IT!!!!!
7. Push carts. Now a lot of times this will just make you more upset, especially with how many idiots there are in the world. However the idea of pushing carts into each other forcefully is so peaceful and exciting its terrific!!!
8. SCREAM. Of course in your head. Otherwise everyone kind of looks at you funny. A way of hiding it is whistling!
9. Run. So we technically are not allowed to run in the warehouse for safety reasons but when a member wants a new cheese its kind of an excuse.
10. Finally for number ten, be like cyclops and just burn everything with your eyes. Take off those fancy sunglasses and GO!!!
So I apologize for my complaints or anything that may offend you. It was not intentional. Work has just been driving me crazy lately. I think its time for a change.
Today at work was horrible. For one main reason. TRANSFER BUGGIES #%$!@ OK so that technically isn't a curse word in many of your eyes but it was just added to my inventory of words today. So the main concept of this idea is we have to transfer all items from the cart into another cart in order to make sure there is nothing hidden underneath. You must be thinking, 'well whats the problem? That's a good concept.' Wrong, I work at a bulk store, where everything you buy is LARGE! OK so for example, Fertilizer, Water, Pop, Flour is now double in size. Its crazy and we have to lift it! Normally here is where I would start doing 10 survival reasons but unfortunately I don't have any. So here is my 10 complaints.
1. 'Oh you don't want your large bags of fertilizer to far up the buggy? Hmm let me think about that. TOO BAD! I just lifted 4 bags of it into a different cart as part of my job, you have a problem with it you come move it yourself big strong man!'
2. Oh OK I see, you went shopping and while passing you picked up a nice hot chicken, thinking well I can eat this for dinner. But when you come up front, noooooo you can't by a $6 chicken so you make me go all the way back through the warehouse to drop it off and then complain that I didn't pack your cart.
3. OK so let me get this right, you want me to pack your cart but only in the way you want it done? Would it not be easier to do it yourself?
4. My Job. Is to PACK. Your Groceries. I am good at it. I will not put your eggs or bread at the bottom and then stack a box of peanut butter on top. So go back around to the other side of the till, and let me do. MY JOB!!!
OK so this is going to be a little bit of how to fix your day.
5. As your walking just accidentally pick up a glass container, look around and smash it on the floor. OK I never did that, but I was eyeing one today.
6. Ask your supervisor if they have a gun, a real one. If not then an arrow will do. This is the time for them to put you in the hospital. QUICK. NOW. DO IT!!!!!
7. Push carts. Now a lot of times this will just make you more upset, especially with how many idiots there are in the world. However the idea of pushing carts into each other forcefully is so peaceful and exciting its terrific!!!
8. SCREAM. Of course in your head. Otherwise everyone kind of looks at you funny. A way of hiding it is whistling!
9. Run. So we technically are not allowed to run in the warehouse for safety reasons but when a member wants a new cheese its kind of an excuse.
10. Finally for number ten, be like cyclops and just burn everything with your eyes. Take off those fancy sunglasses and GO!!!
So I apologize for my complaints or anything that may offend you. It was not intentional. Work has just been driving me crazy lately. I think its time for a change.
You
You, also now a days known as 'u' which is really teaching everyone to be illiterate. Hmmm, what is society coming to. Anyways, that's besides the point. 'You' can be used in several cases throughout life, such as if you forget someones name "Hey.....You." Its perfect! An easy way out of not knowing their name. However today's post is pretty generic and I wouldn't be surprised at the idea of several people writing about this idea.
You, yourself as a general person is very important. A lot of the time we are constantly looking to help someone else and make their lives easier, but really are we doing them any good if we don't take care of ourselves first? For example, am I really helping work if I got mentally insane? Which of course is exactly what work is doing. What about our health? Yes those brownies may taste good, but there is always portion sizes. Is it really that important to have that second helping of deep fried fries over your own personal health? We need to take care of ourselves first before we can help others.
So do yourself a favor and this weekend enjoy 'ur' life.
You, yourself as a general person is very important. A lot of the time we are constantly looking to help someone else and make their lives easier, but really are we doing them any good if we don't take care of ourselves first? For example, am I really helping work if I got mentally insane? Which of course is exactly what work is doing. What about our health? Yes those brownies may taste good, but there is always portion sizes. Is it really that important to have that second helping of deep fried fries over your own personal health? We need to take care of ourselves first before we can help others.
So do yourself a favor and this weekend enjoy 'ur' life.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
X-Men
So I got this idea from a guy at work, and considering I really never had any clue as to what I was going to write I am going to go with this one.
X-Men was created by Stan Lee and comes from Marvel. The main concept of this series is professor Xavier creates a safe haven called Westchester mansion where he finds people with super human powers and teaches them to use it for the greater good, and to prove to the world that heroes do exist. The reason for the name 'X' Men comes from the X Gene which provides these super human team with their specific talents, and was assumed to be caused by radiation exposure. Within the team was Professor Xavier, Cyclops, Jean Grey, Iceman, Angel, Beast, Storm, Wolverine and many more.
Just like any superhero story there was a rival team. The team that caused havoc for the world and believed it was the right thing, Magneto and the Brotherhood of Mutants.
Throughout the past four decades X-Men has travelled through from comics, TV series, Video Games, Book to the well known series of movies. They haven't been forgotten and never shall.
X-Men was created by Stan Lee and comes from Marvel. The main concept of this series is professor Xavier creates a safe haven called Westchester mansion where he finds people with super human powers and teaches them to use it for the greater good, and to prove to the world that heroes do exist. The reason for the name 'X' Men comes from the X Gene which provides these super human team with their specific talents, and was assumed to be caused by radiation exposure. Within the team was Professor Xavier, Cyclops, Jean Grey, Iceman, Angel, Beast, Storm, Wolverine and many more.
Just like any superhero story there was a rival team. The team that caused havoc for the world and believed it was the right thing, Magneto and the Brotherhood of Mutants.
Throughout the past four decades X-Men has travelled through from comics, TV series, Video Games, Book to the well known series of movies. They haven't been forgotten and never shall.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
W is for Would You Rather
OK so a little game my friends and I like to play over text messaging is a game called 'Would You Rather.' Basically the idea of the game is you ask your friend a question to get to know them a little bit better. Your questions could be nice and cuddly such as 'would you rather hug a puppy or hug the person that means the most to you.' However because of who I am, and the friends I hang out with our questions really aren't that nice. They normally go in the context such as 'would you rather have a 1000 crickets in your room or have 1 tarantula in your house that you don't know where it is?' All these questions are normally ones that get the opponent to really think about what they want.
One of my best friends started this game with me a couple months ago, and it is normally just played between us, such as one day we played this game for 6 hours......yeah I know what your thinking, no life right? That would have to be correct. However I have taken the courtesy to extend this great game to a couple of my other friends, and of course because you eventually run out of ideas yourself it sometimes includes the whole family. You start off asking a would you rather, and then once answered by the opponent then it is their turn to ask the question.
Try it out! Here is a few examples:
1. Lose a finger or jump head first into a pool of tobacco spit
2. Take the life of someone unknown by pushing a button or losing the love of your life
3. Get exactly what you wished for in life or be able to have the power to give someone you care about what they have always wanted
One of my best friends started this game with me a couple months ago, and it is normally just played between us, such as one day we played this game for 6 hours......yeah I know what your thinking, no life right? That would have to be correct. However I have taken the courtesy to extend this great game to a couple of my other friends, and of course because you eventually run out of ideas yourself it sometimes includes the whole family. You start off asking a would you rather, and then once answered by the opponent then it is their turn to ask the question.
Try it out! Here is a few examples:
1. Lose a finger or jump head first into a pool of tobacco spit
2. Take the life of someone unknown by pushing a button or losing the love of your life
3. Get exactly what you wished for in life or be able to have the power to give someone you care about what they have always wanted
Monday, April 26, 2010
V is for Vicious
You can have many topics that start with vicious. Such as vicious fish, including the blow fish to sharks. You can talk about vicious people such as managers, to people you meet on the street. However I am going to talk about vicious circles.
Many times are mind goes around and around in a vicious circle. Such as the purpose of a rose in a romantic relationship: "she loves me, she loves me not." Or our vicious circle of life, we can hate life at one moment and completely see no purpose in it, and then the next minute everything makes sense. This happens to me a lot of the time. Some people must think I am bi-polar but the truth is that I am a stereotypical girl, who just can't make up her mind. I can completely fall for someone one moment and then the next not understand why. Or one minute completely love work or look optimistic about school but then hate it. This vicious circle is what completes many people. If we didn't have the indecisiveness where would we be? Living like smurfs in a smurf hut. Okay so I am rambling. So right now the vicious circle comes with school. Should I take another year off and go to the better school? Hmmm, what do you all think. Toronto film school where the best success story I heard was a student writing for the TV show Flash point or to a school where students made District 9? Should I pay $30000 for a year and go to Toronto or $60000 and go to Vancouver?
Many times are mind goes around and around in a vicious circle. Such as the purpose of a rose in a romantic relationship: "she loves me, she loves me not." Or our vicious circle of life, we can hate life at one moment and completely see no purpose in it, and then the next minute everything makes sense. This happens to me a lot of the time. Some people must think I am bi-polar but the truth is that I am a stereotypical girl, who just can't make up her mind. I can completely fall for someone one moment and then the next not understand why. Or one minute completely love work or look optimistic about school but then hate it. This vicious circle is what completes many people. If we didn't have the indecisiveness where would we be? Living like smurfs in a smurf hut. Okay so I am rambling. So right now the vicious circle comes with school. Should I take another year off and go to the better school? Hmmm, what do you all think. Toronto film school where the best success story I heard was a student writing for the TV show Flash point or to a school where students made District 9? Should I pay $30000 for a year and go to Toronto or $60000 and go to Vancouver?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
U is for Unique
So my post is extremely late, considering it is Sunday night and this was suppose to be written yesterday. However being extremely busy this weekend I hope you guys will forgive my glitch.
So I have been told many times that I am unique. Now a lot of the time it is said in a way that would question if its an insult or just a statement. In the end I always assume its a statement. I have a very unique understanding of life, and whats planned for everyone while were here. Back a couple years ago, I knew friends were important, but I just figured that eventually I would lose all my current friends, so what was the point of prolonging the inevitable? The way I looked at it, was that in each faze of your life you would have a different set of friends that appeal to what your doing. Also that life should not be taken for granted. We are all going to die, one way or the other. However we do have a choice of which way we are going to go out. In my opinion why not take risks in life? Your going to die anyways you mind as well go out with a bang doing something you love.
Such as, in life I want to experience different types of pain: shot, stabbed, hit by a car, breaking a bone, falling through glass. I always think that there is terrible things in this world. If you experience them all then there will be no surprises.
Now when in comes down to friends I was seriously mistaken. I have terrific friends now, from both work, and old friends from when I was in school. I don't normally freak out, but the idea of meeting new people scares me. What if I meet new people and end up losing the friends I have now? Could be possible. I don't know my limit, and I am sure I have one, after all I am not really that great with groups. Yesterday I was so busy cause I was preparing for one large hangout. This past week was my birthday and the way I thought I would celebrate it was to hang out with everyone that I enjoy. It was fun, I enjoyed hanging out with them. However I found that in groups I am really quiet. Why? Well I don't really know, maybe its because there are funnier people there, that would just make me look like an idiot. Or maybe its the fact that when I am with different people I am slightly different, to accommodate to them. So when everyone joins together I don't know how I am suppose to act. Anyways I had a good time, and as much as I didn't get to do all the things I was hoping to, I did get some great photos.
There is always something unique
So I have been told many times that I am unique. Now a lot of the time it is said in a way that would question if its an insult or just a statement. In the end I always assume its a statement. I have a very unique understanding of life, and whats planned for everyone while were here. Back a couple years ago, I knew friends were important, but I just figured that eventually I would lose all my current friends, so what was the point of prolonging the inevitable? The way I looked at it, was that in each faze of your life you would have a different set of friends that appeal to what your doing. Also that life should not be taken for granted. We are all going to die, one way or the other. However we do have a choice of which way we are going to go out. In my opinion why not take risks in life? Your going to die anyways you mind as well go out with a bang doing something you love.
Such as, in life I want to experience different types of pain: shot, stabbed, hit by a car, breaking a bone, falling through glass. I always think that there is terrible things in this world. If you experience them all then there will be no surprises.
Now when in comes down to friends I was seriously mistaken. I have terrific friends now, from both work, and old friends from when I was in school. I don't normally freak out, but the idea of meeting new people scares me. What if I meet new people and end up losing the friends I have now? Could be possible. I don't know my limit, and I am sure I have one, after all I am not really that great with groups. Yesterday I was so busy cause I was preparing for one large hangout. This past week was my birthday and the way I thought I would celebrate it was to hang out with everyone that I enjoy. It was fun, I enjoyed hanging out with them. However I found that in groups I am really quiet. Why? Well I don't really know, maybe its because there are funnier people there, that would just make me look like an idiot. Or maybe its the fact that when I am with different people I am slightly different, to accommodate to them. So when everyone joins together I don't know how I am suppose to act. Anyways I had a good time, and as much as I didn't get to do all the things I was hoping to, I did get some great photos.
There is always something unique
Friday, April 23, 2010
T is for Trust
So we are coming close to the end of the A to Z challenge, and to tell u the truth this has been quite difficult for me. I never know really what to write until I sit down and think about it. Part of my problem is most likely that I didn't plan, but here goes. Trust as everyone tells it, is given from the start, but if that trust is lost it takes a lot to have that again. Now I am not sure if it is just me but trust is something I have a hard time with in certain areas. Its put into categories. Such as I have an easy time believing in second chances with people. If they lie to me, or break a promise I might be mad or disappointed for a while but in the end I always believe in them again, time and again.
However if they say something about me, I find it false. It may be true but I don't trust them enough to believe it. Is this not trusting in myself or them? Many scenarios may be named, but I really want to know your opinion of trust.
However if they say something about me, I find it false. It may be true but I don't trust them enough to believe it. Is this not trusting in myself or them? Many scenarios may be named, but I really want to know your opinion of trust.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
S is for Shiloh
It has been seven months since one of my best friends pasted away. He was white, fury and one of the best friends anyone could ever have. My family had Shiloh since I was 6 years old. Growing up with a best friend like that has an effect on people. He was all I ever knew, and to tell you the truth the only memory I can remember from my childhood, is colouring by the stairs waiting for my parents to come home with a surprise. The surprise fit into the palm of our hands and was the cutest thing I have ever seen.Shiloh laid at the end of our bed every night, snuggled up to us when we were down or lonely and loved to lay on clean clothes. As a Bichon Frises he never shed, which helped us, but he had horrible breathe. It was only the year before his death that I fully enjoyed hanging out with him. As a kid I was always a little too ruff with him, but he would always be there when I wanted him. Waiting at the top of the stairs for me when I got home, laying beside me for days on the couch when I had my wisdom teeth out. His presence in the house just helped.
The night before his death, I knew he was sick. He could barely lift his head. I knew this was not good, but I had hope that this was just another one of his spurts. In the last couple months he would get really sick for a couple days and then be back to his usual self again, running around, barking. However I knew this night was different. One of my friends invited me out that night to church and I accepted. Not wanting to leave him, but with the promise from my mom that he would be alright I left Shiloh, as he looked at me with his sad puppy eyes just begging me to help him. When I got home there was no change. I tried taking him out for his walk but I had to practically lift him up and walk with him in order for him to stay up. When I would let him go he tried to crawl under a car. Which at the time I found odd but found out later that its a dogs way of passing away. Later that night I was holding him in my arms, his bones pressing against his skin I tried to get him to eat and drink. He couldn't hold his head up enough to even eat. Going to bed I wanted to stay with him, knowing he was not well, he was shaking and the look of anguish in his eyes broke my heart.5Am in the morning my Dad came into my room to let me know that he had passed away. Getting up and following my moms sobs I see his body curled up in a blanket at the end of their bed. Reaching out to his body I realize it is cold, and that I no longer felt his presence. I felt so cold as I never shed a tear while my Dad placed him in a box and put him into the garage to deal with when he got home. After going back to bed and waking up later I was mad at myself for not crying. Why was I not crying for one of my best friends? Was there something wrong with me? However an hour later my mind started flooding with memories of him and I broke. That day I cried about 12 hours. By myself, with my parents, with my neighbour. I couldn't talk about him without breaking down.
When my dad got home, we decided to get him cremated. Sitting in the car I was holding it together until my dad placed the box with his body in it on my lap. Feeling the weight of his body I sobbed all the way to the vet. Once there my dad opened the box and let my mom and I say goodbye to him. Both of us crying our eyes out. It was in that moment that I fully realized how much he meant to me. He was spiteful but also had a humorous personality.
This is my first birthday without him, and I thought it was an appropriate post. I will miss him forever. And for as long as I live on his birthday I will always eat, toast, fries and pizza. His 3 favourite meals. Wednesday, April 21, 2010
R is for Restricted
Every time in life we come across restrictions. Either through age, health or sometimes culture. Sometimes in life we let these restrictions take away our hopes and dreams. DON'T. If you want something don't let these restrictions stop you.
Such as in 50 First Dates. Did Henry Roth give up on his true love Lucy? No he fought for her everyday knowing that the next day she would not remember him.
Right now a lot of the restrictions I am facing is from school, work and even driving. What are these restrictions? Well for school a lot of it is me. I am restricting myself from giving it a try, telling myself I am going to fail before I even get there. Which defiantly is not helping my nerves. It is actually making me consider taking another year off. Which is when work comes into play. If I take another year off then I am going to feel stagnant. Not moving, just going to the same job everyday. One which I only planned to keep for 2 month and has already lasted for a year. Work restricts me from going out and living my life. I feel bad about taking time off to go and enjoy the little things such as sky diving, or doing tourist things in my own province with friends over the summer. As for driving. Well many of you know that I failed my first attempt at my G test, and as humiliating as that was I am pretty calm now and ready to give it another shot. However from getting shot down the first time I feel restricted to go for it again.
So this is what I say. Take that jump and release your parachute if your in my shoes. Just forget your fears. If you go on through life afraid of everything where would you go?
So there is my ramble of an R letter. Thanks for reading.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Q is for Quentin Tarantino
I was really stumped on this post. So basically I am just going to talk about the famous writer/Director Quentin Tarantino. Now if you have ever seen any of the Kill Bill movies or Inglorious Bastards you will understand what I mean when I say this guy is crazy! Now don't get me wrong he is brilliant, and his stuff is actually quite good. Not my favourite but quite good. Everything he writes or directs is completely impossible. For example the blood shooting out of peoples chopped off limbs like a fire hydrant during Kill Bill.
Some of his writing is a little weird in its self. I was not a huge fan of Inglorious Bastards. It in my opinion was more stupid than funny. I can see what a lot of guys would like it, with how the format was layed out. However for myself it just didn't cut it.
The only question I have left is, is Quentin Tarantino psychologically stable?
Some of his writing is a little weird in its self. I was not a huge fan of Inglorious Bastards. It in my opinion was more stupid than funny. I can see what a lot of guys would like it, with how the format was layed out. However for myself it just didn't cut it.
The only question I have left is, is Quentin Tarantino psychologically stable?
Monday, April 19, 2010
P is for Perfect
I have learned at an early age that nothing in this world is prefect. BUT I have learned that in every ones mind there is people and things that come pretty close. Many times its family, friends or hobbies. A lot of the time however many people get the misconception that people in tv shows or film are perfect when in actuality they can be in worse condition then us. With all the media, expectations and influences.
In my life I have the 'Perfect' people that surround me. I have my family, in which I think each individual is perfect differently. My mom is perfect in her caring and humorous ways. My dad is perfect in his protective and always thoughtful and dedicating ways. As for my brothers, the oldest is perfect with his family, his passion for Christ and love of life. The middle is perfect in wits and humour, he is one of the most caring people I know, but hides it behind his humour. The youngest of my older brothers is perfect in his stubborn ways, he is fun to be around and always brightens my day.
My friends light up my life everyday. Surrounding me I have several different personalities that bring different perfections at all angles. From my two oldest friends. We will call them C&M. They are caring, thoughtful, nerdy and long lasting friends that will always be there. K.S is completely different then me but her perfection shows through her crazy sense of life and her upbeat happiness about everything. J.A.M is one of a kind. My twinsie is just like me, and I found her in the most unlikely of places. Work. Perfect is a glow for her, she sees life in a way that I never thought of, her energy and nerdiness reflect mine and therefore help me move forward. M&W.B. They are two great people. I met both of these guys from work. M is extremely artistic and shows so much potential he just doesn't see it. W.B has such a great and refreshing sense of humour. He's upbeat and funny and brings this whole new light to the term 'living.' A.K is just as nerdy as I am, and is my own personal Morgan. I look up to her in so many ways. Her perfection is chosen through her motherly instincts towards fellow employees, her sense of humor and neriness. Last but not least I state A.C. She is in her own way one of a kind. One of the nicest and most sincere people I have ever met. The perfection I see in her everyday, is her capability to get out of her comfort zone and make every ones day by her upbeat and sincere ways. She is amazing and needs to truthfully know that. T.B & S.K have been great influences in my life. They are all amazing in there own way, their kindness for others and sense of humor always lightens my day.
All around these people have inspired me to be who I am today. They have stood by me and helped me decided what to do with my life. They have been there for me, and have proven to me the true meaning of life. If these people were not in my life it would be a great shame, for they make me what I am.
As for all you bloggers reading and commenting on my post, I thank you. Your perfection is shown through your dedication of the A to Z Challenge and ability to keep coming back and giving me your full view points on life.
So thank you everyone. For being who you are. You are all perfect in my eyes.
In my life I have the 'Perfect' people that surround me. I have my family, in which I think each individual is perfect differently. My mom is perfect in her caring and humorous ways. My dad is perfect in his protective and always thoughtful and dedicating ways. As for my brothers, the oldest is perfect with his family, his passion for Christ and love of life. The middle is perfect in wits and humour, he is one of the most caring people I know, but hides it behind his humour. The youngest of my older brothers is perfect in his stubborn ways, he is fun to be around and always brightens my day.
My friends light up my life everyday. Surrounding me I have several different personalities that bring different perfections at all angles. From my two oldest friends. We will call them C&M. They are caring, thoughtful, nerdy and long lasting friends that will always be there. K.S is completely different then me but her perfection shows through her crazy sense of life and her upbeat happiness about everything. J.A.M is one of a kind. My twinsie is just like me, and I found her in the most unlikely of places. Work. Perfect is a glow for her, she sees life in a way that I never thought of, her energy and nerdiness reflect mine and therefore help me move forward. M&W.B. They are two great people. I met both of these guys from work. M is extremely artistic and shows so much potential he just doesn't see it. W.B has such a great and refreshing sense of humour. He's upbeat and funny and brings this whole new light to the term 'living.' A.K is just as nerdy as I am, and is my own personal Morgan. I look up to her in so many ways. Her perfection is chosen through her motherly instincts towards fellow employees, her sense of humor and neriness. Last but not least I state A.C. She is in her own way one of a kind. One of the nicest and most sincere people I have ever met. The perfection I see in her everyday, is her capability to get out of her comfort zone and make every ones day by her upbeat and sincere ways. She is amazing and needs to truthfully know that. T.B & S.K have been great influences in my life. They are all amazing in there own way, their kindness for others and sense of humor always lightens my day.
All around these people have inspired me to be who I am today. They have stood by me and helped me decided what to do with my life. They have been there for me, and have proven to me the true meaning of life. If these people were not in my life it would be a great shame, for they make me what I am.
As for all you bloggers reading and commenting on my post, I thank you. Your perfection is shown through your dedication of the A to Z Challenge and ability to keep coming back and giving me your full view points on life.
So thank you everyone. For being who you are. You are all perfect in my eyes.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
O is for OFF
These past couple of months, especially weeks something has been really off. For some reason I seem to be a little more angry and depressed than usual. Even my co-workers have noticed and now they no longer come up to talk to me.
Back around Christmas I was in the greatest mood, I was jolly and happy, despite the amount of people coming in. I would easily be able to make people around me laugh until they cried. However these past couple months I have failed at that miserably. I try, but it always seems that I completely fail. I have lost my 'mojo' as some might call it. I get angry and frustrated not only with things at work but also with myself. If I do or say something completely stupid then I get angry at myself. In those times I try to avoid people as much as possible in order to not take it out on them. It feels almost like they are avoiding me now altogether. Which makes me think that I did something wrong. Which of course I probably did, but since I can't make people laugh anymore, I almost feel useless. It was the only thing I had in order to make friends and keep them. In my opinion it was the only reason I have friends. They want to laugh and I use to be able to give them that.
Now I just feel like the young 18 year old, that is too immature and juvenile to hang out with the older crowd and it sucks. So then that's when the 'depression' kicks in. Depression seems too strong of a word for what I am feeling, a more proper word is probably low. I feel low, and then I get angry at myself for not doing something about it, but once I realize that I have no idea what the heck to say anymore, I just go back full circle. This vicious circle is frustrating me. What do I need to get back to the way I was? Do I need a vacation? Do I need to spend time alone? Do I need to spend time with family, or my high school friends instead of always being at work?
Its frustrating that I don't have the answers, and I apologize for writing this for my 'O' post but I just needed it to get written down and out there for suggestions.
Back around Christmas I was in the greatest mood, I was jolly and happy, despite the amount of people coming in. I would easily be able to make people around me laugh until they cried. However these past couple months I have failed at that miserably. I try, but it always seems that I completely fail. I have lost my 'mojo' as some might call it. I get angry and frustrated not only with things at work but also with myself. If I do or say something completely stupid then I get angry at myself. In those times I try to avoid people as much as possible in order to not take it out on them. It feels almost like they are avoiding me now altogether. Which makes me think that I did something wrong. Which of course I probably did, but since I can't make people laugh anymore, I almost feel useless. It was the only thing I had in order to make friends and keep them. In my opinion it was the only reason I have friends. They want to laugh and I use to be able to give them that.
Now I just feel like the young 18 year old, that is too immature and juvenile to hang out with the older crowd and it sucks. So then that's when the 'depression' kicks in. Depression seems too strong of a word for what I am feeling, a more proper word is probably low. I feel low, and then I get angry at myself for not doing something about it, but once I realize that I have no idea what the heck to say anymore, I just go back full circle. This vicious circle is frustrating me. What do I need to get back to the way I was? Do I need a vacation? Do I need to spend time alone? Do I need to spend time with family, or my high school friends instead of always being at work?
Its frustrating that I don't have the answers, and I apologize for writing this for my 'O' post but I just needed it to get written down and out there for suggestions.
Friday, April 16, 2010
N is for Ninja
The term Ninja in the dictionary is defined as 'A member of a class of 14Th-century Japanese mercenary agents who were trained in the martial arts and hired for covert operations such as assassination and sabotage.'
A lot of the recruitment for Ninjas was from the lower class of society, as to not draw much attention. Training to become a Ninja ahead of covert warfare started from childhood, much in the same way as a Samurai family. They were taught not only survival techniques but also physical trainings, from running, jumping, swimming and moving stealthy in order to accomplish their tasks. Several times in Hollywood it is a miss conception of not only what Ninjas do but also with how they work. Ninjas unlike Hollywood worked in packs in order to help with situations sucks as scaling walls, in which they would use one on top of the others shoulders. A lot of the time they did not wear the 'trademark' black outfit, but dressed up as several different people in society such as a priest to gain knowledge of the enemy. Here are several terms used for some of the activities they would preform:
Hitsuke - The practice of distracting guards by starting a fire away from the ninjas planned point of entry. Falls under "fire techniques" (katon-no-jutsu).
Tanuki-gakure - The practice of climbing a tree and camouflaging oneself within the foliage. Falls under "wood techniques" (mokuton-no-jutsu).
Ukigusa-gakure - The practice of throwing duckweed over water in order to conceal underwater movement. Falls under "water techniques" (suiton-no-jutsu).
Uzura-gakure - The practice of curling into a ball and remaining motionless in order to appear like a stone. Falls under "earth techniques" (doton-no-jutsu).
As a kid I was very interested in the Hollywood form of Ninjas. Men and women dressed in black sneaking around doing espionage work on their enemies. It always intrigued me. So when I was younger I would practice walking and jumping quietly, sneaking around and hiding unnoticed to the people around me. Of course they could have just been ignoring me.....but I guess we will really never know. Anyways, this past year I took a couple courses in Martial Arts, and I will admit it was pretty fantastic! Rolling, kicking, spinning. It was awesome. The only down fall however was that although I wanted to learn everything, it was in a class with 15 people and there for a lot harder to learn. So in time I will eventually take Martial Arts again in a one on one course and finally become the Ninja I always wanted to be. Muwhahaha.........
Oh and Katana Swords were very popular!
A lot of the recruitment for Ninjas was from the lower class of society, as to not draw much attention. Training to become a Ninja ahead of covert warfare started from childhood, much in the same way as a Samurai family. They were taught not only survival techniques but also physical trainings, from running, jumping, swimming and moving stealthy in order to accomplish their tasks. Several times in Hollywood it is a miss conception of not only what Ninjas do but also with how they work. Ninjas unlike Hollywood worked in packs in order to help with situations sucks as scaling walls, in which they would use one on top of the others shoulders. A lot of the time they did not wear the 'trademark' black outfit, but dressed up as several different people in society such as a priest to gain knowledge of the enemy. Here are several terms used for some of the activities they would preform:
Hitsuke - The practice of distracting guards by starting a fire away from the ninjas planned point of entry. Falls under "fire techniques" (katon-no-jutsu).
Tanuki-gakure - The practice of climbing a tree and camouflaging oneself within the foliage. Falls under "wood techniques" (mokuton-no-jutsu).
Ukigusa-gakure - The practice of throwing duckweed over water in order to conceal underwater movement. Falls under "water techniques" (suiton-no-jutsu).
Uzura-gakure - The practice of curling into a ball and remaining motionless in order to appear like a stone. Falls under "earth techniques" (doton-no-jutsu).
As a kid I was very interested in the Hollywood form of Ninjas. Men and women dressed in black sneaking around doing espionage work on their enemies. It always intrigued me. So when I was younger I would practice walking and jumping quietly, sneaking around and hiding unnoticed to the people around me. Of course they could have just been ignoring me.....but I guess we will really never know. Anyways, this past year I took a couple courses in Martial Arts, and I will admit it was pretty fantastic! Rolling, kicking, spinning. It was awesome. The only down fall however was that although I wanted to learn everything, it was in a class with 15 people and there for a lot harder to learn. So in time I will eventually take Martial Arts again in a one on one course and finally become the Ninja I always wanted to be. Muwhahaha.........
Oh and Katana Swords were very popular!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
M is for Movies
So I figure today a lot of people are going to be talking about either movies or music. However for me this is not just about what movies are my all time favourite, but also my point of view of movies as a whole.
As many of you know, my dream is to go into film. As a writer, visual and audio editor. These are the aspects that I feel I can exceed at, as well as keep me out of the spotlight but still in the credits. In film you have the actors and directors which most people see and associate with a great film. Yes they are talented but one thing they do not understand is that in order for that movies or television shows to have the full impact on people that it does it first needs a writer to give the actors something to read. The storyline is very important. If you didn't have a storyline with dialogue for each character you wouldn't have the show. The actors are not coming up with this stuff on the spot, they get into these characters created by the writer. After the filming is all done, in my opinion the next most important job other than the writer is the editors, for visual and audio.
How many times do you watch a movie and tear up or laugh? Do you think you would have the same effect if all of a sudden you have unwanted material in the video, or there was no sound, just dialogue? Would that video not get boring? The way the clips are placed together creates a storyline just like the writer. In a way the visual editor does the same job as the writer, just with visual effects rather than written. Music creates emotion, it give the movie its full impact. It manipulates the viewers emotions to feel the way it was intended to be through a certain melody. With having visual with audio, it creates the viewers to listen to the words of the song unconsciously to grasp the full meaning.
Today I had a simple seminar with the film school I will be attending in October, and two things came into my mind at the same time. One: Did I make a mistake by choosing Toronto Film School over Vancouver Film School just because it was closer to home? And Two: Can I do this? Can I get to the point in this career I want to be, with big time films or televisions shows? Or will I just be purely mediocre?
As for my favourite films. I would have to say my all time favourites are 'While You Were Sleeping' and 'Made of Honor' Two of the greatest chick flicks in my opinion. Both extremely romantic with a touch of humor to lighten the mood. What are some of your favourite films?
Also I would like to thank all my new readers. It means a lot to me that you keep coming back to comment on my blog, and it always feels good knowing that someone is reading your blog.
As many of you know, my dream is to go into film. As a writer, visual and audio editor. These are the aspects that I feel I can exceed at, as well as keep me out of the spotlight but still in the credits. In film you have the actors and directors which most people see and associate with a great film. Yes they are talented but one thing they do not understand is that in order for that movies or television shows to have the full impact on people that it does it first needs a writer to give the actors something to read. The storyline is very important. If you didn't have a storyline with dialogue for each character you wouldn't have the show. The actors are not coming up with this stuff on the spot, they get into these characters created by the writer. After the filming is all done, in my opinion the next most important job other than the writer is the editors, for visual and audio.
How many times do you watch a movie and tear up or laugh? Do you think you would have the same effect if all of a sudden you have unwanted material in the video, or there was no sound, just dialogue? Would that video not get boring? The way the clips are placed together creates a storyline just like the writer. In a way the visual editor does the same job as the writer, just with visual effects rather than written. Music creates emotion, it give the movie its full impact. It manipulates the viewers emotions to feel the way it was intended to be through a certain melody. With having visual with audio, it creates the viewers to listen to the words of the song unconsciously to grasp the full meaning.
Today I had a simple seminar with the film school I will be attending in October, and two things came into my mind at the same time. One: Did I make a mistake by choosing Toronto Film School over Vancouver Film School just because it was closer to home? And Two: Can I do this? Can I get to the point in this career I want to be, with big time films or televisions shows? Or will I just be purely mediocre?
As for my favourite films. I would have to say my all time favourites are 'While You Were Sleeping' and 'Made of Honor' Two of the greatest chick flicks in my opinion. Both extremely romantic with a touch of humor to lighten the mood. What are some of your favourite films?
Also I would like to thank all my new readers. It means a lot to me that you keep coming back to comment on my blog, and it always feels good knowing that someone is reading your blog.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
L is for Luck or Lack There Of
The way my morning went I had this topic by 10Am.
I have got to be one of the most unlikely people there is alive! If you have ever seen the movie 'Just My Luck' with Lindsay Lohan you would understand my situation. It was that bad! Wait..... it was worse! I couldn't pass it on to someone with a kiss. Just my luck exactly.......
So to begin off my morning I had to get up early, which anyone who knows me knows that me getting up early is not a pretty thing, but I got up early in a worse way than usual. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. For one reason, a test. Not a test of faith, although I guess it could be looked at as that, but a drivers test. Here in Ontario we have the beginners (G1) then after we get some driving experience we have to go for our G2 in order to be able to drive by ourselves. However after a certain limit of time you have to finally go for your final evaluation. THE G!!!! It sounds all magical I know! Who can resist the big 'G.' Trust me you must resist. ITS PURE EVIL! Just like whats under the island on LOST, Dooms Day, or the RING. Anyways enough of my nerd references.
So my test is about 40Min's away from where I live, so hopping in my car I take off. Once I get to Orillia and enter into the office to sign in, I realize that I need to get my car information. Heading back out I find out that I locked my keys in my car! Yeah I know, bad luck right! Don't get me started. So after freaking out to my parents while they are at work, I call a tow truck. A half an hour later they show up laughing at the irony of the situation and unlock my car. With a quick "Highlight of my day" comment and a little chuckle from the tow truck driver I happily sign in.
After waiting 40 Min's in the office to get a driving instructor, I learn that my driving instructor has a student. Or trainee is probably more correct. So starting off stressed out, she list off the rules and we go on our way. I nail parallel parking, 3 Point turns and even driving on the highway. I was flying high! Why was I so nervous to begin with? However when we pull into the parking lot she tells me I failed. Why? Because something my drivers ed teacher forgot to tell me was that apparently before you make a left or right hand turn (NOT A LANE CHANGE) a turn, you have to check your blind spot as well as your mirrors. I got the mirrors part but the blind spot? Seriously? She told me that I did really well with the blind spot when changing lanes but with the accumulation of the other turns that I fail. Also the fact that when she got me to do an emergency stop to make sure I can preform it if needed, I didn't know where to find the four way flashers on my new car. Not that she gave me enough time to put them on before she made me pull out.
So feeling very upset, not emotion, but ANGRY. I waited for these two moronic women to get out of my car and speed away. Irony? Yes. But hey what would you do if you just found out you failed after paying $75 for the test and an extra $40 for the tow truck to unlock your car?
With the accumulation of everything that happened in the morning, I gained an unpleasant stomach and a nasty migraine. Which left me calling into work sick, losing out on approx $50! Awesome! So know there is a little taste of my luck.....or lack there of.
You would be surprised how often these days occur.
I have got to be one of the most unlikely people there is alive! If you have ever seen the movie 'Just My Luck' with Lindsay Lohan you would understand my situation. It was that bad! Wait..... it was worse! I couldn't pass it on to someone with a kiss. Just my luck exactly.......
So to begin off my morning I had to get up early, which anyone who knows me knows that me getting up early is not a pretty thing, but I got up early in a worse way than usual. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. For one reason, a test. Not a test of faith, although I guess it could be looked at as that, but a drivers test. Here in Ontario we have the beginners (G1) then after we get some driving experience we have to go for our G2 in order to be able to drive by ourselves. However after a certain limit of time you have to finally go for your final evaluation. THE G!!!! It sounds all magical I know! Who can resist the big 'G.' Trust me you must resist. ITS PURE EVIL! Just like whats under the island on LOST, Dooms Day, or the RING. Anyways enough of my nerd references.
So my test is about 40Min's away from where I live, so hopping in my car I take off. Once I get to Orillia and enter into the office to sign in, I realize that I need to get my car information. Heading back out I find out that I locked my keys in my car! Yeah I know, bad luck right! Don't get me started. So after freaking out to my parents while they are at work, I call a tow truck. A half an hour later they show up laughing at the irony of the situation and unlock my car. With a quick "Highlight of my day" comment and a little chuckle from the tow truck driver I happily sign in.
After waiting 40 Min's in the office to get a driving instructor, I learn that my driving instructor has a student. Or trainee is probably more correct. So starting off stressed out, she list off the rules and we go on our way. I nail parallel parking, 3 Point turns and even driving on the highway. I was flying high! Why was I so nervous to begin with? However when we pull into the parking lot she tells me I failed. Why? Because something my drivers ed teacher forgot to tell me was that apparently before you make a left or right hand turn (NOT A LANE CHANGE) a turn, you have to check your blind spot as well as your mirrors. I got the mirrors part but the blind spot? Seriously? She told me that I did really well with the blind spot when changing lanes but with the accumulation of the other turns that I fail. Also the fact that when she got me to do an emergency stop to make sure I can preform it if needed, I didn't know where to find the four way flashers on my new car. Not that she gave me enough time to put them on before she made me pull out.
So feeling very upset, not emotion, but ANGRY. I waited for these two moronic women to get out of my car and speed away. Irony? Yes. But hey what would you do if you just found out you failed after paying $75 for the test and an extra $40 for the tow truck to unlock your car?
With the accumulation of everything that happened in the morning, I gained an unpleasant stomach and a nasty migraine. Which left me calling into work sick, losing out on approx $50! Awesome! So know there is a little taste of my luck.....or lack there of.
You would be surprised how often these days occur.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
K is for Kayak
So I had a really hard time with this one, so I am just going to write and see what comes up.....as usual.
A Kayak, made of solid wood or even fibre glass will get the job you want done. Whether it is for a nice little trip on the lake, or for a nice long adventurous trip. However the problem with Kayaks is how easily they can flip. With just a slight movement the one or sometimes two passenger boat can be capsized. It is this common scenario that people have to wear life jackets when using a kayak. Now the purpose of a life jacket as everyone knows it too keep the individuals head above water.
Every human is like a Kayak. We are strong and sturdy but with a little uproar we can easily capsize and make a mess of our everyday life. The life jacket we where to protect us, is our morals and beliefs. If we don't have those then how can we every survive and keep our head above water with everything wrong in this world. The water at first startles us, but in the end we find it refreshing and grow from the experience.
So how did I do for winging it?
A Kayak, made of solid wood or even fibre glass will get the job you want done. Whether it is for a nice little trip on the lake, or for a nice long adventurous trip. However the problem with Kayaks is how easily they can flip. With just a slight movement the one or sometimes two passenger boat can be capsized. It is this common scenario that people have to wear life jackets when using a kayak. Now the purpose of a life jacket as everyone knows it too keep the individuals head above water.
Every human is like a Kayak. We are strong and sturdy but with a little uproar we can easily capsize and make a mess of our everyday life. The life jacket we where to protect us, is our morals and beliefs. If we don't have those then how can we every survive and keep our head above water with everything wrong in this world. The water at first startles us, but in the end we find it refreshing and grow from the experience.
So how did I do for winging it?
Monday, April 12, 2010
J is for Journey
A great way to look at life is as a journey. Gods way of showing you what life is all about. Our journey could take us in different directions depending on our choices. Sometimes its great, but at times challenges sneak up to scare us. Jealously can creep in and mess things up, Joy can show meaning to the meaningless. Its part of human nature for us to go through different scenarios to get to the person we are or are going to be.
Jealously. That's an ugly thing, but believe it or not we all have a jealous bone, and its not just in romantic relationships, it can be in all forms of relationships. From work and family to friends. Depending on how you handle the situation thrown at you is how your tough journey will end. Since I have never really been in a romantic situation I really wouldn't know all the jealously type rage some go through. However I have felt jealous over guys I don't have dibs on, or jealous that some of my closest friends may like someone more that me. Its foolish but its true. You always want to be the person that makes someone laugh till they cry, if that person is not you it can royally suck.
Joy. Many times in life you will feel the odd sensation of 'flying high.' Don't be alarmed I know this is a weird and strangely not a common feeling, but its good. Life throws in a freebie every now an then, which is a nice surprise! Its in those moments that life makes sense! You don't feel like getting hit by a mack truck or dream of getting shot just to have an excuse to like being alive.
All life journeys are crazy and sometimes you may feel like just laying on the road and saying I give up trying! Which in many ways is how I felt the past few weeks, and to tell you the truth I have no idea why, but we all have a strange quirks. For example I get my energy from my friends, if they are not there, my journey drags to a dead end.
Hmm, now for the task of coming up for tomorrows topic.
Jealously. That's an ugly thing, but believe it or not we all have a jealous bone, and its not just in romantic relationships, it can be in all forms of relationships. From work and family to friends. Depending on how you handle the situation thrown at you is how your tough journey will end. Since I have never really been in a romantic situation I really wouldn't know all the jealously type rage some go through. However I have felt jealous over guys I don't have dibs on, or jealous that some of my closest friends may like someone more that me. Its foolish but its true. You always want to be the person that makes someone laugh till they cry, if that person is not you it can royally suck.
Joy. Many times in life you will feel the odd sensation of 'flying high.' Don't be alarmed I know this is a weird and strangely not a common feeling, but its good. Life throws in a freebie every now an then, which is a nice surprise! Its in those moments that life makes sense! You don't feel like getting hit by a mack truck or dream of getting shot just to have an excuse to like being alive.
All life journeys are crazy and sometimes you may feel like just laying on the road and saying I give up trying! Which in many ways is how I felt the past few weeks, and to tell you the truth I have no idea why, but we all have a strange quirks. For example I get my energy from my friends, if they are not there, my journey drags to a dead end.
Hmm, now for the task of coming up for tomorrows topic.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
I is for Invisibility
Now I don't mean so in the creepy way Clay Aiken sings or the scientific all new level creepy of 'Hollow Man' with Kevin Bacon. I just mean in the way, that I never really disappear, but in some cases just became invisible to people.
Now normally I am pretty good at this. I can go throughout my house, or even work and many times people don't even know I was there. For example: At work I am known as "giggles" now don't ask me cause personally laughing just isn't my thing all the time. However because I did not laugh at all during the long hours of the holiday weekend a lot of my fellow employees did not know I was working. I was having a "mediocre" day, as I have been for the past two weeks.
Although I try and stay away from a lot of people this following week though, they just keep noticing me. Those are the times I wish I would just disappear. It would make it so much easier to go through the day, packing peoples groceries without feeling the pressure to talk to anyone, or fill in the awkward silences. Yes becoming invisible would be kind of lonely, but would it not be great to be able to disappear and reappear when you wished? Having a bad hair day? Disappear, supervisors trying to find you? Disappear. Trying to run away from an awkward situation with the opposite sex? Disappear. If only life were that easy. Instead we have to suck it up and stay 100% visible. One thing I have learned however, is never wear a hat. It just seems to draw more attention to your face rather than take it away! Damn hats, why do I love them oh so very much.
Now normally I am pretty good at this. I can go throughout my house, or even work and many times people don't even know I was there. For example: At work I am known as "giggles" now don't ask me cause personally laughing just isn't my thing all the time. However because I did not laugh at all during the long hours of the holiday weekend a lot of my fellow employees did not know I was working. I was having a "mediocre" day, as I have been for the past two weeks.
Although I try and stay away from a lot of people this following week though, they just keep noticing me. Those are the times I wish I would just disappear. It would make it so much easier to go through the day, packing peoples groceries without feeling the pressure to talk to anyone, or fill in the awkward silences. Yes becoming invisible would be kind of lonely, but would it not be great to be able to disappear and reappear when you wished? Having a bad hair day? Disappear, supervisors trying to find you? Disappear. Trying to run away from an awkward situation with the opposite sex? Disappear. If only life were that easy. Instead we have to suck it up and stay 100% visible. One thing I have learned however, is never wear a hat. It just seems to draw more attention to your face rather than take it away! Damn hats, why do I love them oh so very much.
Friday, April 9, 2010
H is for Heroes
Everyone has their own heroes, from fiction characters such as Batman, and Superman to people that actually lived and breathe such as Ghandi. Either way heroes have created peace in us some way or for some reason.
My personal favourite superhero would have to be Superman. Yes he is fictional but he is the 'man of steel!' He brings hope to the people of metropolis and in many ways brings hope to little children who read the comics or watch the cartoons. For a lot of people Batman is there favourite superhero. Now I am not judging.....well maybe I am, but Batman really isn't a superhero. After reading a lot of Batman comics in the past couple months I have come to the conclusion that Batman is just a spoiled rich kid who is angry at the world and decided to become a man wearing a Bat suit. He has no strength or super power. He just has fancy toys and money. To add to the fact is he is just plan cocky! What do people see in him? Hes a jerk. Superman yes has a weakness as every superhero does. Its Kryptonite, but at least he has super powers. Fire out of his eyes, super speed, strength and hearing, not to mention flying and the fact that bullets bounce off of him!
The Hulk just has anger management problems, he's big, menacing and has strength. Spider man is a weak kid, who just so happens to get bit by a radioactive spider. Why does everyone scream when the see a little spider.....(including myself) but when 'Spider man' comes its all praise? There is no difference! He's just a giant spider! Kind of gross if you think about it.
As for all the rest of the heroes. Well they are not that great to begin with, that's why they don't have a movie out about them. I mean yes there is the Green Lantern, the Green Arrow, Aqua man, Superwomen, Flash, Captain America, etc. How often do you hear about them? Not very much, because the world would rather hear about the 'Man of Steel,' the freak in the bat suit, or the disgusting flying insect.
As for people that actually exist. Well I would have to say my heroes would be my family. They are awesome all around, and I personally look up to them all. They have been a great influence in my life and continue to be there for me no matter what.
This is what I think about in my free time. Interesting isn't it!
My personal favourite superhero would have to be Superman. Yes he is fictional but he is the 'man of steel!' He brings hope to the people of metropolis and in many ways brings hope to little children who read the comics or watch the cartoons. For a lot of people Batman is there favourite superhero. Now I am not judging.....well maybe I am, but Batman really isn't a superhero. After reading a lot of Batman comics in the past couple months I have come to the conclusion that Batman is just a spoiled rich kid who is angry at the world and decided to become a man wearing a Bat suit. He has no strength or super power. He just has fancy toys and money. To add to the fact is he is just plan cocky! What do people see in him? Hes a jerk. Superman yes has a weakness as every superhero does. Its Kryptonite, but at least he has super powers. Fire out of his eyes, super speed, strength and hearing, not to mention flying and the fact that bullets bounce off of him!
The Hulk just has anger management problems, he's big, menacing and has strength. Spider man is a weak kid, who just so happens to get bit by a radioactive spider. Why does everyone scream when the see a little spider.....(including myself) but when 'Spider man' comes its all praise? There is no difference! He's just a giant spider! Kind of gross if you think about it.
As for all the rest of the heroes. Well they are not that great to begin with, that's why they don't have a movie out about them. I mean yes there is the Green Lantern, the Green Arrow, Aqua man, Superwomen, Flash, Captain America, etc. How often do you hear about them? Not very much, because the world would rather hear about the 'Man of Steel,' the freak in the bat suit, or the disgusting flying insect.
As for people that actually exist. Well I would have to say my heroes would be my family. They are awesome all around, and I personally look up to them all. They have been a great influence in my life and continue to be there for me no matter what.
This is what I think about in my free time. Interesting isn't it!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
G is for Gruesome Stories
My mind as you can probably tell is really random and somewhat off topic a lot. I may seem normal on the outside but when in comes to writing, I like to write the twisted stories that sends chills down peoples spine.
I love writing but for the life of me I can't write anything longer than a short story. After talking to a fellow employee who also writes I realized that there is nothing wrong with a series of short stories. After all isn't that what Edgar Allan Poe did? However considering I actually want to create stories for scripts and make movies off them, I am eventually going to have to learn to pace myself and be slightly more descriptive when it comes to the whole storyline. Drag it out a bit.
Back to the subject of gruesome stories. I enjoy reading them as well as writing them. In my earlier years I realized that I couldn't write....well from a third persons point of view that is. I was going about writing all wrong, so in high school when our English teacher told us to write a story from first persons point of view, I was surprised by how easy it was. Sitting down I started writing and before I knew it I had a full blown short story. Now mind you it was slightly twisted of course, but interesting non the less. In grade 12 I was given the same task, to write a story. So sitting down on my lunch break I began. About how a young religious man finds himself snapping in a big city and accidentally murders a young women. After feeling the surge of energy run through him he ends up continuing his spree with excitement thinking he is doing it in Gods name by ridding the world of evil. He cuts the bodies up and throws them in trash bags and slides them down a gap between a tree and the ground in Central Park, where he is later caught. Now I never got that story back from my teacher, so I don't know what grade I got or what comments were made but it was thrilling to write.
I have used religion as a negative in my short stories, but only showing how a twisted mine could see the good in it. I am a Christian myself. However after writing my first story which I will post again shortly, my two older brothers, who took psych proof read my story and told me that I got it dead on from the mind of the psychopath and proceeded to make funny jokes about me. Any who that's my mind and here's my story re blogged. Keep in mind I did write this 3 years ago.
https://share.acrobat.com/adc/document.do?docid=0538518a-fc20-4c26-b207-976e79b05938
I love writing but for the life of me I can't write anything longer than a short story. After talking to a fellow employee who also writes I realized that there is nothing wrong with a series of short stories. After all isn't that what Edgar Allan Poe did? However considering I actually want to create stories for scripts and make movies off them, I am eventually going to have to learn to pace myself and be slightly more descriptive when it comes to the whole storyline. Drag it out a bit.
Back to the subject of gruesome stories. I enjoy reading them as well as writing them. In my earlier years I realized that I couldn't write....well from a third persons point of view that is. I was going about writing all wrong, so in high school when our English teacher told us to write a story from first persons point of view, I was surprised by how easy it was. Sitting down I started writing and before I knew it I had a full blown short story. Now mind you it was slightly twisted of course, but interesting non the less. In grade 12 I was given the same task, to write a story. So sitting down on my lunch break I began. About how a young religious man finds himself snapping in a big city and accidentally murders a young women. After feeling the surge of energy run through him he ends up continuing his spree with excitement thinking he is doing it in Gods name by ridding the world of evil. He cuts the bodies up and throws them in trash bags and slides them down a gap between a tree and the ground in Central Park, where he is later caught. Now I never got that story back from my teacher, so I don't know what grade I got or what comments were made but it was thrilling to write.
I have used religion as a negative in my short stories, but only showing how a twisted mine could see the good in it. I am a Christian myself. However after writing my first story which I will post again shortly, my two older brothers, who took psych proof read my story and told me that I got it dead on from the mind of the psychopath and proceeded to make funny jokes about me. Any who that's my mind and here's my story re blogged. Keep in mind I did write this 3 years ago.
https://share.acrobat.com/adc/document.do?docid=0538518a-fc20-4c26-b207-976e79b05938
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
F is for Future
As a little kid you go through many hopes and dreams of what you want your life to be like at the end. However as you grow your aspirations change with you as you dip into different experiences. I was no exception, I wanted to be a director, an artist, a movie producer, a doctor, a nurse, etc.
As you enter into your final senior years of high school you really have to consider you options, look at what you want to do with your life, and for me that was a huge decision that I wasn't quite comfortable with making as I was exiting. So I took a year off, and its been great, working at a retail store with a lot of friends. Hearing them talk about reaching for their goals in life and getting a variety of mentoring they have all helped me come to a conclusion about my life.
The future can scare everyone from all ages, after all it is the mystery unknown to the world. How will you live your life? Will you be happy with your decision?
Part of me has always known ever since I saw my first non animated film "The Titanic" that film is a career I feel passionately enough about to fully succeed. I created my portfolios and applied to three different film schools this year. New York, Toronto and Vancouver. I was only hoping to get accepted to one so that my mind would be made up, but unfortunately I got accepted to all three prestigious film schools. Freaking out with excitement at first and then fear I had to talk to everyone that has really influenced me in my life, their opinions. After long discussions and many tears I finally decided to go to Toronto Film School. Lets just say my parents are thrilled that I am only going to be an hours drive away.
Although I haven't started school yet for the past three years I have been working with editing programs, trying to get the feel for them and improve my possibilities. At this point in my life I realize that editing makes me happy. Adding music to video clips, changing the mood of the video by the choice of music or even the effects used in the video. Now my videos are very juvenile, and I hope to film something of my own in order to have my videos grow with me. However these will do until I can think of something entertaining enough.
As you enter into your final senior years of high school you really have to consider you options, look at what you want to do with your life, and for me that was a huge decision that I wasn't quite comfortable with making as I was exiting. So I took a year off, and its been great, working at a retail store with a lot of friends. Hearing them talk about reaching for their goals in life and getting a variety of mentoring they have all helped me come to a conclusion about my life.
The future can scare everyone from all ages, after all it is the mystery unknown to the world. How will you live your life? Will you be happy with your decision?
Part of me has always known ever since I saw my first non animated film "The Titanic" that film is a career I feel passionately enough about to fully succeed. I created my portfolios and applied to three different film schools this year. New York, Toronto and Vancouver. I was only hoping to get accepted to one so that my mind would be made up, but unfortunately I got accepted to all three prestigious film schools. Freaking out with excitement at first and then fear I had to talk to everyone that has really influenced me in my life, their opinions. After long discussions and many tears I finally decided to go to Toronto Film School. Lets just say my parents are thrilled that I am only going to be an hours drive away.
Although I haven't started school yet for the past three years I have been working with editing programs, trying to get the feel for them and improve my possibilities. At this point in my life I realize that editing makes me happy. Adding music to video clips, changing the mood of the video by the choice of music or even the effects used in the video. Now my videos are very juvenile, and I hope to film something of my own in order to have my videos grow with me. However these will do until I can think of something entertaining enough.
E is for Engage
OK so 'E' was a very hard topic for me to talk about. So instead of coming up with something catchy or slightly interesting, I am going to talk about myself.
As a child I was a very "awkward turtle." Not in the way of actions, but as in the way of speaking. I was very shy, not talking to anyone, writing notes to my family, handing it to them and running away or quietly slipping it through the door and hoping that they find it. I would always walk with my head down and actually almost cry when people I wasn't comfortable around would start engaging in a conversation with me. I said "Almost cry" I never actually did cry, but it felt like my body was slowly shutting down as my face went red and my palms sweaty.
Over the past couple years I have gotten over most of my problems. I no longer get sweaty palms and my face doesn't go......THAT red. I walk with my head up, which apparently makes me look like I have confidence. Which I lack very much, but hey as long as that's what people think I am not going to correct them otherwise. However one thing that I still have a hard time tackling is my ability to engage people in a conversation. I am very bad with talking. I never know what to say, what jokes are appropriate or will make them laugh. I don't want to say something that might offend someone or make them uncomfortable. Its very hard not knowing what the other person is thinking! So instead I normally stay away from conversations unless I know I have chosen the right topic choice. Which by the way, if I am quiet is exactly what I am doing. Although all my weird quirks are gone I still have one big issue. My hands shake uncontrollably to the point where sometimes its hard to drink without spilling it all over myself. I try to hide it but its extremely hard, but hey its easier to hide than a red face!
Well that's as much engaging as I can do tonight. Like I said talking really isn't my strong point unless you want to hear some rambling.
As a child I was a very "awkward turtle." Not in the way of actions, but as in the way of speaking. I was very shy, not talking to anyone, writing notes to my family, handing it to them and running away or quietly slipping it through the door and hoping that they find it. I would always walk with my head down and actually almost cry when people I wasn't comfortable around would start engaging in a conversation with me. I said "Almost cry" I never actually did cry, but it felt like my body was slowly shutting down as my face went red and my palms sweaty.
Over the past couple years I have gotten over most of my problems. I no longer get sweaty palms and my face doesn't go......THAT red. I walk with my head up, which apparently makes me look like I have confidence. Which I lack very much, but hey as long as that's what people think I am not going to correct them otherwise. However one thing that I still have a hard time tackling is my ability to engage people in a conversation. I am very bad with talking. I never know what to say, what jokes are appropriate or will make them laugh. I don't want to say something that might offend someone or make them uncomfortable. Its very hard not knowing what the other person is thinking! So instead I normally stay away from conversations unless I know I have chosen the right topic choice. Which by the way, if I am quiet is exactly what I am doing. Although all my weird quirks are gone I still have one big issue. My hands shake uncontrollably to the point where sometimes its hard to drink without spilling it all over myself. I try to hide it but its extremely hard, but hey its easier to hide than a red face!
Well that's as much engaging as I can do tonight. Like I said talking really isn't my strong point unless you want to hear some rambling.
Monday, April 5, 2010
D is for De Maintenance
OK so I cheated a little with the bit of french. But hey its hard to come up with a topic for D, especially when you have work on the brain.
So about 2 weeks ago one of my managers came up to me. Now 1. I get extremely nervous around people with power, any power. Especially the power to fire. So she asks me "Hey Bethany, would you like to work a maintenance shift on Easter Monday?" Well of course because she is my manager, and I didn't really know what the maintenance shift required I said "Sure." BAAAADDDD Idea, I soon found out that the maintenance shift included sweeping, emptying garbage's, and cleaning the bathrooms.
So for the past week I have been dreading my "Cinderella" shift and I wasn't disappointed. It was slower at the retail store I work at then I would have thought, after all it was still a holiday, but at the end of the night you smell like crap. 1. I was sweating all day. Now I know that's disturbing, but hey these people seriously never heard of air conditioning. 2. You are taking out the garbage all day, filled with half full Tim Horton's coffee cups and food. I mean seriously! Some people are really wasteful. You just spent $2 on that coffee which you probably buy 5 times a day and here you are throwing out half the drink?! Crazy!
However at the end of my shift, since I was using two carts at the end to help me with garbage I misplaced the maintenance crew's keys. With a little heart attack going on in my chest I frantically looked around, dreading telling my manager that I lost the only pair of keys. Hey it was her fault for giving a mind wanderer like myself the job in the first place. Luckily however just before I go to give my soul away I find them 5 Min's before my shift is done. Can you say "Close one."
But now as tired and trashy as I smell, I am grateful to be home and 8 hours added to my check.
So about 2 weeks ago one of my managers came up to me. Now 1. I get extremely nervous around people with power, any power. Especially the power to fire. So she asks me "Hey Bethany, would you like to work a maintenance shift on Easter Monday?" Well of course because she is my manager, and I didn't really know what the maintenance shift required I said "Sure." BAAAADDDD Idea, I soon found out that the maintenance shift included sweeping, emptying garbage's, and cleaning the bathrooms.
So for the past week I have been dreading my "Cinderella" shift and I wasn't disappointed. It was slower at the retail store I work at then I would have thought, after all it was still a holiday, but at the end of the night you smell like crap. 1. I was sweating all day. Now I know that's disturbing, but hey these people seriously never heard of air conditioning. 2. You are taking out the garbage all day, filled with half full Tim Horton's coffee cups and food. I mean seriously! Some people are really wasteful. You just spent $2 on that coffee which you probably buy 5 times a day and here you are throwing out half the drink?! Crazy!
However at the end of my shift, since I was using two carts at the end to help me with garbage I misplaced the maintenance crew's keys. With a little heart attack going on in my chest I frantically looked around, dreading telling my manager that I lost the only pair of keys. Hey it was her fault for giving a mind wanderer like myself the job in the first place. Luckily however just before I go to give my soul away I find them 5 Min's before my shift is done. Can you say "Close one."
But now as tired and trashy as I smell, I am grateful to be home and 8 hours added to my check.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Chuck
Chuck is one of my favourite shows on televisions, its nerdy, and hilarious with an additional hint of James Bond action and some side romance. This season of Chuck is darker than all the rest. This time there is death and destruction leaving a path for viewers to follow, but for some reason the show still seems to be having rating problems, and the cause is that there is so many shows at 8pm on Monday nights. Last year Chuck had the same problem, but fans around the world joined together to save the show; from letters to NBC with a box of 'nerds' to all joining together to buy a Sub from Subway at a certain date.
This year all they are asking for fans to do is get people as addicted to this fantastic show as I am. I have started my part, with around 20 people already addicted to Chuck just from my lending of seasons. Now with this alphabetical blog assignment, I come to my readers telling them to give the show a chance.
It reaches to many different types of people from the nerdy yet adorable Chuck, to the tough and trigger ready John Casey. Here is a look into the Chuck humour:
If your interested in the show, check it out. Here listed is every episode aired on TV from season 1-Season 3. Give it a shot! http://one-tv.net/tv/chuck/
This year all they are asking for fans to do is get people as addicted to this fantastic show as I am. I have started my part, with around 20 people already addicted to Chuck just from my lending of seasons. Now with this alphabetical blog assignment, I come to my readers telling them to give the show a chance.
It reaches to many different types of people from the nerdy yet adorable Chuck, to the tough and trigger ready John Casey. Here is a look into the Chuck humour:
If your interested in the show, check it out. Here listed is every episode aired on TV from season 1-Season 3. Give it a shot! http://one-tv.net/tv/chuck/
Friday, April 2, 2010
Belbin Family
In my family I have three older brothers. The first one being 13 years older than me, the second being 8 years older and the third being 6 years older than me. You must be thinking "Holy Cow! How old are your parents!" Well they are both in their fifties and still very outgoing.
So far from growing up in this family I have found out four things. 1. We have a very quick temper. 2. We are very protective over friends and family, 3. We have a very...unique sense of humor and 4. My siblings and I have a very downward slope of emotions, from very emotional, normal emotion, "ice queen" and no emotion. Now I put ice queen in quotes because I definitely did not tag myself as that. That name is from the courtesy of my brother. Now you may be thinking 'what about you being so high strung?' Well that's not from the Belbin side. That's from my mom, and if you ever get to meet her you will know why.
My brothers are awesome, they have a very good sense of humour and mind. It baffles me sometimes some of the things they come up with. However some of my brothers can be a pain in my rear end. From taunting, teasing to actually being rough when we get into a play fight. However one thing that always confuses me is why I am always wanting to hang out with them. I have come up with one solution. I am a masochist, plain and simple.
My parents are awesome people, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I always thought I was like my dad, but the other day my dad pointed out that I have some of the same characteristics of my mom and that's why a lot of the time we clash heads. But whenever I think of my parents I think of my 16th birthday and how we flew down to St. Maarten to see my brother Stephen. My parents would do anything for anyone, and I love that about them.
Another thing people should know about us, is that we are very stubborn people. However I don't think that is a quality from my dads side, but it is apart of this immediate Belbin family as we get married and have stubborn, hot tempered, crazy kids of our own. Who knew we were so contagious.
That's my family. Crazy but you gotta love them.
So far from growing up in this family I have found out four things. 1. We have a very quick temper. 2. We are very protective over friends and family, 3. We have a very...unique sense of humor and 4. My siblings and I have a very downward slope of emotions, from very emotional, normal emotion, "ice queen" and no emotion. Now I put ice queen in quotes because I definitely did not tag myself as that. That name is from the courtesy of my brother. Now you may be thinking 'what about you being so high strung?' Well that's not from the Belbin side. That's from my mom, and if you ever get to meet her you will know why.
My brothers are awesome, they have a very good sense of humour and mind. It baffles me sometimes some of the things they come up with. However some of my brothers can be a pain in my rear end. From taunting, teasing to actually being rough when we get into a play fight. However one thing that always confuses me is why I am always wanting to hang out with them. I have come up with one solution. I am a masochist, plain and simple.
My parents are awesome people, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I always thought I was like my dad, but the other day my dad pointed out that I have some of the same characteristics of my mom and that's why a lot of the time we clash heads. But whenever I think of my parents I think of my 16th birthday and how we flew down to St. Maarten to see my brother Stephen. My parents would do anything for anyone, and I love that about them.
Another thing people should know about us, is that we are very stubborn people. However I don't think that is a quality from my dads side, but it is apart of this immediate Belbin family as we get married and have stubborn, hot tempered, crazy kids of our own. Who knew we were so contagious.
That's my family. Crazy but you gotta love them.
A B C D....F?
Have you ever noticed that when marking all through elementary school they grade you with either an A+, A or A- and so on and so forth with the rest of the letters. I mean thats understandable correct? But why in the world would you have an 'F?'
'F' in school is suppose to mean 'Failure.' First, how is that suppose to help a kid in school by making him feel like a complete idiot that can do nothing right? No wonder suicide rates are so high. Seriously! However that's not my biggest issue at the moment. My question is if 'F' means 'Failure' then what is A, B, C, and D suppose to mean? Acceptable? Basic? Correctable? and Disposable? Grading systems are hard! Letting kids know that they are only mediocre. Mind you high school is not much better but I mean at least then you can take the classes your good at. Now maybe its just me, but all through elementary school I worked my butt off and still only pulled off a C or a D. It makes you feel like an idiot, really if you think about it. Once you get to high school though and your pulling off like 85-90% on projects it makes your feel pretty damn smart!
So whats with this lettering thing? Basically it comes down to the whole fact that elementary school grading is horrible compared to high school. They think they know what their talking about with the whole "Oh you better cursive write cause in high school you won't be able to do anything but cursive writing.' WRONG! They really don't care, most of the time a project is suppose to be typed. However why should we be listening to them in the first place? I mean obviously they don't know their alphabet! A, B, C, D,......F? what the heck happened to 'E?' Why was the grading system not A, B, C, D, E? It would make more sense, especially if 'F' doesn't have a meaning like all the other grading letters, and if it does why is A, B, C and D not special enough to have a meaning?
Anyways that my mind for today, and if it didn't make sense...... you really shouldn't be surprised.
'F' in school is suppose to mean 'Failure.' First, how is that suppose to help a kid in school by making him feel like a complete idiot that can do nothing right? No wonder suicide rates are so high. Seriously! However that's not my biggest issue at the moment. My question is if 'F' means 'Failure' then what is A, B, C, and D suppose to mean? Acceptable? Basic? Correctable? and Disposable? Grading systems are hard! Letting kids know that they are only mediocre. Mind you high school is not much better but I mean at least then you can take the classes your good at. Now maybe its just me, but all through elementary school I worked my butt off and still only pulled off a C or a D. It makes you feel like an idiot, really if you think about it. Once you get to high school though and your pulling off like 85-90% on projects it makes your feel pretty damn smart!
So whats with this lettering thing? Basically it comes down to the whole fact that elementary school grading is horrible compared to high school. They think they know what their talking about with the whole "Oh you better cursive write cause in high school you won't be able to do anything but cursive writing.' WRONG! They really don't care, most of the time a project is suppose to be typed. However why should we be listening to them in the first place? I mean obviously they don't know their alphabet! A, B, C, D,......F? what the heck happened to 'E?' Why was the grading system not A, B, C, D, E? It would make more sense, especially if 'F' doesn't have a meaning like all the other grading letters, and if it does why is A, B, C and D not special enough to have a meaning?
Anyways that my mind for today, and if it didn't make sense...... you really shouldn't be surprised.
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