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Arts is fun. I mean...I've never seen such drug usage. Things I've only hear the epic tales of ("My boyfriend's cousin's best friend's roommate's brother always smells like pot! L-O-L"). I've smelled it in high school. But I don't remember ever seeing people so damn high. And it's hilarious. Seeing this behaviour really does make me think "Oh wow. Pot isn't as bad as I thought." Not that you'll see/ hear me smoking anything but while people are bloody well retarded on it, it seems...'okay'. That...and HE, my dear awesome teacher, smokes it. Cleverly hidden in his cigarettes, he will often disappear, sometimes to smoke, sometimes to drink 'coffee'. And this very man is someone I admire. He's a brilliant, awkward human being that simply does not give a damn. His office reeks of pot. The entire time I was in it (talking 'bout m'ah major, y'all), all I could think was "Oh god this fucking stinks but this confirms what I thought oh my god.".

Fucking amazing. All the teachers I have are amazing. Cept psychology. Boooring.

I've joined the classics society. I like it. I feel like I fit in. And after three years at university, that type of feeling really does cheer someone up. I'm meeting people. People are TALKING to me. And they're not asking me to do their homework. I love it. Just the simple feeling that I'm not alone at UNB. I can sit in a room and have people listen. I don't care how pathetic that sounds, I'm so happy.

Aaand!I saw 3 racoons tonight. They were trying to get in my window. Went downstairs and called 'em down. They (thankfully) didn't approach/kill me. I love them. Even if they killed my cherry tree.

It's 5Am~

Can't fall back asleep. Reading up on shit to do in Montreal.

I hope the person who wrote "2 Hot 4 U To Miss!" as a review to the sweat-o-rific movie Step Up 2 gets shot. Teen slang makes me want to kill people. It's irritating. And why do the ads for this movie look so odd? Is that sweat? Rain? Lube? The woman is pretty fucking hot, yes. But it looks weird. The guy's checking out her tits which makes him a classy classy man.

I've officially taken the 'office bitch' position. I love most of my coworkers. One even hosted a fantasia party. I was invited! But there's the one person who comes into me cubicle and bitches every single day. I don't mind her bitching about her weight. I bitch about mine. But there's a limit. I am not a living live journal account. I do not give a shit about a whale's sex life. If someone makes a small mistake, that's okay. If I make a mistake, alright. Shit happens, I'm still new. Fuck, the boss just laughed about it and said not to worry about it. But she, this charming person, acts like I've just taken a shit on her desk. But none of it even involves her. And then she fucks up royally and simply shrugs off her mistake and the boss is freaking the fuck out. I am the summer student. Not your bitch. She's gotten fired for telling a customer to fuck off at her previous job. And she gets into arguments with customers on a daily basis. I know, I can be a dumbass. I can be a bitch. But I have yet to tell a customer to fuck off. I mean....come on.

-_-

So...y'know how I work at a place that offers training...for instance, motorcycle training. We'll sometimes get calls demanding a refund. Which is understandable since the course is 420$. And then you have to get the license. So it's pricey.

But on friday, we got a _very_ special call. A woman called the girl in Finance, asking for a refund. Per usual, Gail (Finance) inquired why she was unable to attend) and the women explained that the course had been for her husband. Note that this course had taken place at the very end of April. The woman thus explained she had called at that time and was told she'd get a call back. But she didn't and was thus calling today. Alright. So why wasn't her husband able to attend. She replied (quite cheerfully, might I add) that her husband had died. In a motorcycle accident. A few days before. This course teaches MOTORCYCLE SAFETY. From her voice, we could tell she was elderly. So it made it a bit more surprising. But yeah.

Irony. And when my boss checked the attendance sheet, she simply said "Yeah...he didn't show up.".

So that was kinda funny.

I've been getting a lot of weird calls. One guy asked if I would "DO" him in a rather pervy voice. I was like "er...er....I..." and he just laughed. Then, the man told me I sounded rather pretty over the phone, to which I replied I looked a lot like the elephant man. Then the line got rather silent and I transfered the creep to the other secretary.

I do dislike a lot of part of my job. But I'm happy that no one there tries to make my life hell on a daily basis.

Other than that...

I hate missing people...

So they made a FB group on how they want to save UNBSJ. I was about to join.

But then I saw what was written.

"This is group against cloisin the UNBSJ campus"
"Ed Doherty and Sean Grahm. UNBSJ can not be sold especially for the self serving intrests of politicians and industry"

LEARN TO TYPE. LEARN WHAT IS THE PREMIER'S NAME.

Let us correct this. It's 'closing', bitch. Not some fucked up herb or spice.
Now, I kinda forgive you for not writing Dr. Ed Doherty. But you live in NB. If you were truly concerned about that campus, you'd do some fucking research. It's Shawn Graham. I am currently convinced that you did this group for the purpose of getting a group with a lot of people and feeling popular, just like in high school.

If you're _that_ concerned, find out the pros and cons. Convince people why it's bad. Don't just repeat what you heard your boyfriend/teacher/dog say when you were sucking his cock.

And then there's 'intrests'. Jesus Christ.

Look. You don't know what the fuck is going on. If you did, you'd know who's your Premier.

Go die already.

You're one of the most bitter, sarcastic and the most laid-back professor I have had.

I think you're my hero.

So my math teacher looks like an older Boris (Goldeneye). Grey hair. Russian I believe.

He says that the only way to get help from him is by appointment since he stays away from smoke-free zones.

By this point, I was waiting for him to scream "I AM INVINCIBLE!".

Then we started talking about sets. The whole class was half-asleep. As was I.

So he's talking about sets. And I'm thinking "...wait...what class is this? This is math. What does sex have to do with math?".

So yeah. Every time he spoke, instead of "sets", I heard "sex". Also, in my notes, I wrote down sex instead of sets. Which resulted in a lot of scratched out spots.

I'm pretty sure I mumbled "Sex?" at one point cause the guy sitting next to me kinda woke up and looked at me.

I blame lack of sleep and the Russian accent.

Look. You called me to bring you something, on your desk. I understood "paper". Not "tape recorder". Maybe if you had more social skills and weren't always drunk, you'd possess the ability to speak.

I found some paper. Wanting to make sure thats what it was, I called your cell. No answer? Well, I'll go ask the lady.
So I brought the 'paper to the lady you wanted me to.

I found out from her what you wanted. She said "Don't worry, I'll bring mine".

And then, you fucking call me again to yell at me, asking why I didn't call you and why I couldn't do my job? News flash. TAKING YOUR SHIT TO PEOPLE ISN'T MY JOB.

Grow the fuck up. Why the hell do you think it's acceptable to make fun of someone over the phone?

Jesus fucking christ. No one loves you. Go die.

Here's the story:

There's a huge meeting Wednesday.

There's speakers. They need a projector. They thought we were paying for it. Huge misunderstanding.

Projector, rent only, costs 300$.

They need to know a day before they rent it.

Awesome Coworker learns that they thought we were paying for it today. She tries to call Competent Boss. She's on vacation.

So, at 3:30 PM, she sees our other boss. She informs him and tells him that the speakers should be paying for it, as that was the previous deal.

Very seriously, he informs her that he'll go play a bit of golf and tell her his decision tomorrow. Then he leaves.

Your tax dollars are hard at work.

In other news...I've realized that explaining that 50 characters =/= 50 pictures is not that easy.

That and I'm still being encouraged to sleep around by the Awesome coworker at work. I've managed to understand it's because she dislikes her husband. They've been married 33 years and can't stand each other.
She regrets not having done so when she was younger.

I got asked by a coworker what "PVC" was. After getting her to repeat twice, I went to her computer and realized it said "PBC".

So that saved a potentially odd talk.

And I got yelled at by an old acadian man. Because he told me his grandkid should not be forced to learn the French language if he went to a French school.

And then there's this:
"GMO's office, bonjour."
"Hi! How are you?!!?!"
"I'm good...how are y-"
"SPEAK FRENCH!!! FRENCH!"
"...wha?"

Still confused.

Other than that...I got encouraged to sleep around by an older coworker.

So my gamecube memory card went though the washing machine. Now, when I was informed of this event, my reaction was "SHIT.". I have Zelda on it. I do not want to deal with those spiders all over again.

But it still works. Perfectly. Which is really awesome but kinda weird. Not even the Gods of Cleanliness can destroy Zelda. It's that naughty. It would be naughtier if Sheik pulled his hot (male dammit) ass back in it and fucked Link but I digress.

Also. A VIDEO DOES NOT FUCKING = A PICTURE. No, you can't put it in your album. Good luck with that. Am I sure? Er...unless you have one of them fancy wizard albums, yeah. Where can you get one? Try Diagon Alley. Where's that? Up your ass M'am.

...Jesus Christ.

In happier news, I got my corset in the mail today. My parents are mildly concerned that I've gotten packages from Hong Kong, England and Singapore. And the States.

>=D

Well...I was watching the Daily Report (Stephen Colbert = FTW) and then he mentioned Guam and Magellan.

For those who don't know, he was "a Portuguese born maritime explorer who, at the service of Spain, attempted to find a westward route to the Spice Islands of Indonesia".

Now...for many, this would be an "...okay?" thing. This has brought forward a wave of memories from my childhood. As a child, I remember my father buying something called "Explorer's of the New World". It had Jacques Cartier, Ferdinand Magellan and a few others. I loved it. It was interactive and they'd talk to you. There were a few games as well. There were objects to click that told you about that time. A very historical game.

I played it...maybe last year. I can't find the Cd at this present moment. But playing it then...a lot of things surprised me. I remember being...what...maybe 10? Or younger. Yes. Anyway, I clicked on something and it showed odd pictures I didn't understand. When I showed it to my parents, they made me promise not to click on that ever again. And I still remember wanting to. To see it again. Years later, after reading about it and hearing about it, those pictures...were picture's of drawings of the Spanish Inquisition. People being tortured. A woman/man having spikes driven through them. People being tortured.

On another picture, it spoke about how the sailors' raped women of Guam and other places. I'm surprised they let me even play that game. And yet...in a child's eyes, those things mean nothing. It still was an awesome game and I still love it.

Hopefully I'll find that CD soon. But it proves that a child will often not understand such things and will thus ignore them. Something that we often forget. Or maybe I was just a stupid kid. XD

Also, I'd like to apologize to anyone who has had to deal with me since Thursday.

I'm also really fucking nervous about the fashion show on Saturday. T.T

And I have awesome friends. <3

So exams are done. And I've hopefully passed at least one.
War in the Modern World involved two essays...math involved derivatives and then there was Sex, Freud and the Laws of Diminishing Returns.

Comp crashed recently...lost my C drive. The mere fact that most of the things that I had burned off before is either porn or logs makes me a bit sad. That and the tentacle screen saver. Ah well. Within an hour, I managed to un-install Internet Explorer and fill my desktop with more icons. I'm assuming IE got removed thanks to a scan I ran from the Microsoft website. So Microsoft removed IE. Cause it was dangerous.

While Mr. Compy was at Rob's, I plugged my dad's old Window 95 and played a bunch of old games. I found out that we have a Commodore 64 somewhere in the attic as well. Anyway...being on Windows 95 was odd. Everything was simple. When I was turning it off, the "It is now safe to turn off your computer" brought back a few memories.

As for the old games...Roberta Williams (the genius behind the King's Quest collection) and Al Lowe (Leisure Suit Larry...and Torin's Passage) are brilliant. I can remember spending hours if not months on a game that I now know how to finish in an hour. now I understand most of the jokes in those games (and why they were in a bed together and he was telling the lady to put her boobs in his face). I'll write about the specific games another time but damn. I really doubt anyone is reading this (or even will bother commenting) but still. I miss these games so much. I missed being turned into a troll and trying to sing with the opening song in King's Quest 7 (keep in mind that I can't sing...so it was pretty bad). And trying to walk like Princess Rosella. And I missed getting this cat thing named 'Boogle' to become a shovel and grab some dragon shit. These games were beautiful...unique and fun. You didn't go around ruining everyones shit or beating them up with a huge purple rubber dildo. There were puzzles...everything that the character said was witty.

Even now, if I spoke to someone about these games, they'd probably ask "umm...what's that?". Does no one miss these games? ._.;

Other than games...I hate spring. This sounds silly but every spring, I get a bad feeling and something bad happens. I think it passed this year but still. >_> Here's hoping I don't get hit by a truck or something.

^^; I really doubt anyone will read any of this or comment. So it might have been a waste to write but meh.If someone actually decided to read all of this, Congrats. ^^;

I eat small babies. I love the deep fried ones best. Mmmm...grease...


Anyone know where I can can get a midget for not too much money? Either Mexican or a Hungarian...I don't want it to know any English.

I have a lj! Bwahaah~