Used book shopping trip was a success. I can home with a backpack full of books. :D It made me a happy campstove. I am at this minute trying to decide between going back to bed or just going back to Brave New World.

This shouldn't be so difficult a decision.

honestly, I don't have much to say. But I've always wanted to be able to use the 'drunk' mood on my LJ. So here I am.

Also, don't tell me you can't have a rave with three people. Because you can. after a bottle of malibu and a bottle of sangria. :D

dance!

actually, I might have used it before. I can't remember. Oh well.

So, you probably know this, but, understaffing? SUCKS.

Please, please, let me tell you about my day.

So.

Guy who opens? Calls in sick ten minutes before his shift starts. The next guy in at six arrives to find nothing is ready. He spends 6 to 8 running back and forth between the resteraunt and the cap bar helping customers and getting set up.

At 8, I arrive. Guy@6 is relieved to see me.

We work together until 9, when Girl who arrives at 9 shows up.

We work. We go on our various breaks. At 1, Guy@6 leaves.

(Manager who was supposed to arrive 12 didn't. He's going to be 2.5 hours late.)

This leaves me and Girl@9.

I am on the resteraunt side, she's on the cap bar.

AND THEN THE MOTHER OF ALL LUNCH RUSHES SHOWS UP.

Seriously And there wasn't just one rush. There were, like three. And they didn't let up until 3. But I got to go home early because, whee! I didn't get my last break.

(and then I got to go to school and choir. yay me.)

Long story short? I hope noone calls in sick tomorrow.

I am diseased.

And I can't sleep. Because I'm diseased.

That is all.

So. The LJ ads have figured out a few things about me.

I'm queer.

I'm plus-size.

I like weird t-shirts.

And now, they've figured out some massive genius:

I like Star Trek.

Good job LJ ads.

I'm still not giving you money.





well, I was entertained.

Rawr. Not fired.

Also not kicked out of school.

German is fun. Thus far. I hope I can remember the alphabet tomorrow. D:

Also, I saw Wolverine. And was... entertained, but confused. We will see, I suppose. We can have an X-Men 4, now, right? Because.... want?

It makes sense in my head.

It's... like two days until Star Trek. I am excited. Sort of.

So.... I sliced my head open.

In my room.

Possibly on cardboard.





That is all.

taken a moment to be all fan boy-y about something I love that I'm excited about. I've been al excited and fanboy-y for age now and it's about damn time I get ot express it instead of my mid-mid-life crisis and all the other crap I ramble about.

And so?

It's time for me to talk Star Trek.

( This is cut so people who don't care can continue to not care )

Yay for mass miscommunication!

Okay. So. I have a test. Two, actually. Tomorrow and Saturday. Two weeks ago I booked tomorrow and Saturday off, being assured by my boss that I would have the days off.

I am scheduled to work. Both days.

The new boos (who is supposedly an old one who came back from medical leave) has just called me to change me schedule tomorrow.

I (still) can't work tomorrow. I told him this. Just like I told everyone other goddamned person I work with.

grrrr. I guess I'll fill in my third (my THIRD) RTO form for Sing for a Cure now. Damnit.

I hate spring. I am allergic to it.

Also, I am thinking about not going to SFU anymore and directing my learning desires elsewhere. To something more... practical. It's not that I don't love VA, or that I am being scared away by one terrible terrible prof, it's just that I don't want a job in Visual Arts. I love VA. And I love VA enough to not want to ruin it with job and money pressure. I just want to make art because I love it, not because I need to keep a roof over my head.

And I don't want to be a sandwich bitch forever. It's not that I don't like my job, I do, I just want something... more.

And so, I am setting my sights higher. When I have figured out exactly what 'higher' is, I'll let you know.

I got called racist at work today by a customer. I didn't actually do anything, other than fill the order like I was supposed to. Supposedly I didn't 'smile' enough while I was doing it. And that makes me racist.

Yes. Really.

I am confused. And a little grumpy. But I'll live.

So I finally got my project idea approved by my prof, now it just needs to go through facilities and then I'm golden. I'm building a... thing. It's hard to describe, as if that helps at all. I'll post pictures when it's done?

Also, I have probably mentioned this, but I actually got that job at Urban Fare. I have been a sandwich bitch for nearly a month now. I'm still enjoying it, I suppose.

And lastly... I got a hair cut? I have so little hair now. It's sad. I want to dye it. Jenn doesn't want me to. But if looks really terrible right now, so whatever I do to it can only improve it's condition.

I just had a dream that I had to paint the roof of my irritating and demanding art teacher's RV. I climbed up to the top via several ladder and once I got there, she threw the pot of paint at me, hit my head and the solid surface became not to solid and sway and eventually the entire thing bent over in a U shape and I landed on the grass. At this point I discovered that I was trying to paint this RV in my grandparents backyard which was also now in New Brunswick. Woo. So I'm on the grass with a head injury and an RV and is momentarily U shaped and my painting partner, who changes person every time I see her, says that this is perfect because we can paint the roof now and then push it back up. My art teacher says no, kicks the RV, it rights itself and then expects me to go up again.

Then I woke up.

My translation of this dream:

I'm insane.

Also, I don't like my art teacher.

Right, so I have a job now. And it's awesome. I enjoy it. I am a sandwich bitch. I grill and serve sandwiches. And other things. It's fun and my co-workers are awesome. Generally I am a happy camper.

Also, I think I served a Canuck today. I'm not sure, because I'm only iffy on what they look like. But woo. Rich people. I feed them. :D :D :D

And. Yes. I have all of next week off. And I plan to study. All week. And watch Buffy periodically. Yes.

Employment! I have some!

I work at Urban Fare Yaletown in the coffee bar. I start tomorrow. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I'm good at taking direction and i learn fast, so I think I'll be alright. So long as I go home dry, I'm good.

I start tomorrow. *fear*

Oh well. Employment! I am no longer a house hobo.

(also, I have to wear khakis to work. the first person to mock me will be full of pain like you have no idea)

I suck at keeping track of things. But that's okay.

School is momentarily going good. In that I don't hate it with a burning passion. I like parts of it and tolerate other parts.

I'm working on writing a Spring Equinox ritual. It is a pain in my ass, a little. I am reading website after website, re-reading every book that even mentions it and all I get for my trouble? "OMG you should write it about bunnies!"

Thank you brain. No.

But I'm working on it. I am hoping to kick my brain into quasi-non-functioning for tomorrow night so I can come up with something that doesn't involve bunnies. I like bunnies, I cannot write ritual about them and only them.

Yarr. Brain.

Anyways, so what I'm saying is: still cheered up. Yay.

Also, I want a job. Why has that place that said they'd called me not called me? Grrr.

Nothing of note happened on day one. Except that I got up at the crack of dawn. Meh. I had breakfast for the first time in, like, five years, so I was a fairly happy camp stove. Was grumpy later in the evening because I fell asleep and Jen woke me up. But I dealt. Woo. Cheer.

Oh. And i got a phone call from Urban fair. And I should be getting another phone call to set up an interview. I might actually get a job. *shock. horror. glee* On the other hand it's not a cashier's position. It's in the coffee bar. But as long as they don't put me straight to work at the hobart, I'll be fine. I am hypothetically working at a even yuppier version of starbucks. I hope I can still do things to my hair though. I will be a sad puppy is I have to shave it all off and grow it back and keep it... 'normal'. Which in my hair's case means frizzy and unmanagable.

So onto day two. I slept in, like a crazy thing. I also got a letter from Bryan's Bride (seriously, it is all BTW, you plan on getting married in three years. Might wanna get the jump on that) and am now looking at pretty white dresses. I am not looking overly seriously at them, but I'm looking. I can figure what I plan on wearing after I find out what the estimate and availability of our desired location is, right? Right. Regardless, I'm beginning to wish I didn't look so godawful in white. But I do. Which is why I'll go for the black dress, I think.

I wonder if I can con my mother into wearing a suit?

Now I'm overthinking this. It's kind of funny, I'll be with Jen and we'll be eating and I'll just space out. Apparantly, my head thinks that seating arrangement is a big deal.

Well. In order to keep this happy thing going, I think I need to go feed myself. The monster in my belly is growling.

My new years resolution:

to cheer up.

that's it.

so let's see how that goes.