Lol @ those hags in baristas getting into a tizzy every time someone stirs their caramel macchiatos or asks for it upside down. Yeah, that defeats the purpose of the macchiato, but layered drinks taste like shit if you don't stir them-the first two sips are really sweet, and then it tastes way too strong. I don't get why they're so offended at a matter of personal preference. It's so not a big deal!

I will never comprehend why people get so upset when someone is on the phone when they order. Why is it considered rude? I'm not trying to be anyone's best friend. As long as you don't stand there and continue your conversation while i'm waiting for you to order, i don't really care who you're talking to. I guess it's just me. It just seems like a lame thing to get all up in arms about. I see hundreds of customers, I don't need a life story from each and every one of them.


I have not yet found a way to answer the question 'what's the shaken iced tea?' without sounding rude.

I have two days off this week. Remember how I was bitching about closing every night? By some miracle I looked at the schedule on Tuesday and saw that I had Wednesday off. So I got home from class, napped, watched the lakers, napped again, and then I watched fresh prince for like 3 hours.

Today is my second day off-it's 91 degrees outside though, so I don't really want to leave. I talked to Sarah the other day and she told me she wants a care package and she was going on and on about how I need to send it ASAP because she's in the desert and every day is hotter than the next . Yeah, I guess that does suck. I just really don't want to go into Westwood today when I'm already there every single day. I guess she'll have to wait until Monday, sry.

I want to see Redbelt again. I loved it so much. I thought it was even better than I expected. I want 2 c indiana jones so bad.

I got a job offer from that collection agency (I'm going to be a repo man/loan shark/goon, ugh) so to celebrate or you know, have some fun before I start working for Satan, I went to CiRCA with my high school friends.

We were going to go to some fratboy bar first but no one knew where we were going so we ended up at a new place that was relatively empty, had a median age of 35, and played a lot of classic rock. But I am poor so bring on the $3 drinks. Some guy had offered us a free ride on something that vaguely resembled the Flintstones' car but I'm cynical and don't trust strangers. We walked.

The bar was run by what I'll assume to be an Irish family. They had accents and some of them had these clover pins. As I consumed more alcohol, I found it harder and harder not to blurt out "they're after me lucky charms!"


There's the bar owner in the background. He had that expression on his face the entire night. I suspect that there's a correlation between lack of patrons and his disposition but I'm not quite sure which is the cause and which is the effect.


Holy shit, I look like a corpse.

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omg i hate college jeopardy so much. it is way way waaaay too easy. I know that I take jeopardy way more seriously than most people do, but it is seriously ridiculous how easy it is.

Faculty of Health, B.A., Hons. Psychology

FW07 AS SOSC 2180 9.00 A On Women:Introduction to Women's Studies A
FW07 FA MUSI 1530 6.00 C Rock and Popular Music B
FW07 HH PSYC 2022 3.00 B Statistical Methods II A
FW07 HH PSYC 2030 3.00 Q Introduction to Research Methods A
FW07 HH PSYC 2130 3.00 P Personality A

SU07 AK EN 2076 3.00 A English Language and Linguistics A
SU07 AS PSYC 2021 3.00 B Statistical Methods I A+
FW06 AS EN 1200 6.00 B An Introduction to Literary Genres A
FW06 AS HUMA 1160 9.00 A The Enlightenment & Human Understanding B+
FW06 AS PHIL 2250 3.00 A Philosophy of Gender and Sexuality B+
FW06 AS PSYC 1010 6.00 E Introduction to Psychology A
FW06 SC NATS 1730 6.00 A Scientific Change B+

gpa: 3.6
cgpa: 3.58

damn. the worst grade on my transcript is from an alleged first-year bird course AND a subject I'm interested in. for shame.

Thieves are heartless at the best of times, often breaking into a house and taking whatever seems valuable. But what the crooks who made their way into an Ajax home on Monday made off with was beyond price. And cops believe they had no idea what they were stealing.

A silver pendant (top left) that was stored in the home on Clements Road East must have seemed like something that would fetch a good price with a fence or at a pawn shop. But there was something unexpected inside that piece of otherwise ordinary jewellery - the ashes of the couple's deceased child.

The family discovered that the break-in happened sometime on Monday and were understandably upset that so many of their items were missing. But when they discovered that pendant was one of them, they were heartbroken.

The bauble is all the parents have left of their infant son and they're desperate to have it back. The theft occurred during the daytime hours when the occupants of the home were away. It's a quiet street and police confirm no one saw anything.

Now they're hoping the crook has some kind of conscience and will at least return the most valuable thing he stole. "I don't think the person or persons responsible truly understand what they had," Det. Sgt. Adam Kelly tells CityNews.ca. "They just see it as a silver pendant."

It's described as:

Circular, about the size of a twonie,
¾" thick,
Engraved with leaves and branches
It's on a thin silver chain about 16" in length.
It contains the baby's ashes inside.

Police didn't ask the distraught couple about why they put their son's remains inside the keepsake. They just want to help them get it back, even if it means the culprit does it anonymously.

"They can call Crime Stoppers. They can walk into a police station," Kelly outlines. "I don't care if they turn it into a store and advise the owner to call police." As long as it's returned to the grieving mother and father, cops will consider it progress.

Call Durham Police at (905) 683-9100 or (905) 579-1520 ext. 2524 or Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS if you've seen what cops are calling a 'personal treasure'.

http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_22666.aspx

Am I a heartless bitch for being annoyed that the police/media is paying so much attention to this? I mean, aren't there missing persons/unsolved murders that need focus? It sucks that this couple's baby's ashes were stolen but for pete's sake, this isn't newsworthy. It shouldn't be reported alongside Boy Charged With Assault After Allegedly Choking Classmate Into Unconsciousness and stuff about the earthquake in China.

God really does love me after all.

I have been having a terrible few days. Yesterday was awful. I wrote a 2 or 3 page entry about how awful my day was, and decided to dump it because it was so damn negative. Everything was eating at me. Mother's day, work, school, the impending reality of adulthood, my fucking twitching eyelid. Everything. I almost cried yesterday at my stupid video class, this bitch...ugh. We had a lighting workshop at night instead of a normal class, and apparently we were supposed to bring our cameras, but SHE DIDN'T TELL US THIS and then did that awful condescending "well exactly what did you think we were going to be doing?" to make herself look like less of a dumbass for NOT TELLING US TO BRING OUR CAMERAS. We haven't brought our cameras to class all quarter, why would we arbitrarily decide to bring them that night?

So yeah, I wanted to hit someone. I went to the gym yesterday to vent, and EVERY MACHINE THAT I'VE EVER USED was taken. That has never happened before. I just went home in a huff. And, finally, this screenwriting class which I've been keeping on the farthest of the backburners is finally catching up to me. I have to finish a screenplay (which is looking like it's going to be at least 120 pages) by the end of the quarter, June 4th. I'm on page 28.

So, naturally, I'm freaking out about when these 92 pages are going to magically write themselves. I have to present some stuff tomorrow, and I wanted to get at least to page 50, but that just isn't happening. So my eyelid's twitching, my heart is racing, my fingers are flailing in surrender, and I am thisclose to giving it all up and hibernating for the rest of the quarter.

But then, a stream of merciful hope broke through my window.

I just got an e-mail from my screenwriting professor. He canceled tomorrow's class.

Every day I'm convinced there's some higher power flicking rubber bands at me in my sleep, you know? Fucking with me. I know giving power to "fate" or "God" or whatever is sort of a cop-out, but you don't really expect me to blame myself for all the shit that goes wrong in my life, do you? Whatever. I feel so much better right now.

Oh sweet, this means I can go to the gym tomorrow to make up for Monday too! AH TODAY IS TURNING OUT SO MUCH BETTER THAN YESTERDAY. I mean, yesterday was bad. I was even toeing that "Holy shit this is so not worth it I hate school I hate life what the fuck am I doing with myself" line of despair. But now I feel great.

Anyway, that's it. I graduate in a month and a day. Isn't that terrifying?

i disabled comments on my last entry because even though i luv you guys, a lot of you were pissing me off once i dropped the ~hauswife~ bomb in the comments. i was on percocet and tired and i didn't feel like dealing with it and having a bunch of side-arguments, but now i'll address it.

first of all, let me just clarify what i meant in the post - i wouldn't base an entire relationship on money but to be practical, i do not see myself making more than 40k a year anytime soon. i hope to be married by age 27, 29 at the very latest. i want to have three kids and be a homemaker - there is no way an entire family in the new york metropolitan area can comfortably live on 40k or less. come on.

anyway i'm pretty confused and pissed about the responses i get from people whenever i talk about wanting to be a homemaker. i get called out on not taking advantage of the rights that feminism has fought for, limiting myself, being old-fashioned, or being lazy and its really fucking annoying and prejudiced, honestly. its a path that people choose and its no different than choosing to be a teacher, a retail manager, an open homosexual, a stripper, a lawyer, an artist, an "artist", a BBW lover, a bartender, a... well, you get it. different folks, different strokes. let me choose my path and do what i think is right for me and my future family and do not judge me.

and i'm really really sick of being asked "what will you do if he leaves you/dies/loses his job", like its everyone's job to put those thoughts in my head because i'm a dumb silly girl who's living in a fantasy. its honestly insulting and i really don't think anyone has the right to ask someone those questions, save for their own parents.


anyway here's a great essay that i found in a facebook community that i'm in that will probably better explain why i want to be a homemaker (why some people need to understand, i will never know, but so be it.):


( The modern feminists' contradiction )

This is my bathroom counter. Looks innocent enough, right? But wait, look at the items in the basket.




What the fuck, parents? You can't complain about me forgetting my socks in the living room when you're leaving your E-Z lube in an equally communal space.




And I know it's yours because I saw its twin on your nighttable.




Okay, maybe there's some nonsexual reason they have lube but geez, every time I go to brush my teeth, I gag a little looking at that.

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I was on my lunch at work yesterday when this guy came in. He's come in a few times before, and he's always kind of difficult-he'll ask for, like, a tall coffee and then say he ordered a venti mocha frappuccino or something like that. Anyway, I was reading when he came in and my coworker rang him up and then he left. He comes back about 20 minutes later [I'm back to working at this point] and makes a huge scene. He accuses us of stealing money from his jacket pocket and then he THREW A BUNCH OF CHANGE AT ME!!!!!I was like, 10 feet away from him and he flung it at me.
He starts going on about how he had $15 when he came in, and how he's wearing a $350 jacket and there's no way the money just disappeared. At first I thought he was short-changed or something and so I told him that I wasn't the person who rang him up and he was like 'I KNOW, you were over there laughing, I SAW YOU, you stole my money!' What.the.fuck. So finally my supervisor comes back and she takes him outside and talks to him and sorts it all out-he thought someone went into the pocket ON THE FRONT OF HIS COAT and took $8. She explained to him that no one could have done that and he was like 'oh yeah, you're right. sorry' and walked off. I told her that she should probably tell him not to come back and she said that she wouldn't! She was like 'he's a Vietnam veteran, he's obviously a little insane, but he's totally harmless.' Uh, no dude. He threw stuff at me! How is that harmless? He tried coming back after we had closed for the night and I saw him at the door but didn't make eye contact or anything.

I really wish that that had happened when I was working with any other supervisor. Seriously, anyone but her would have told him that he can't come back anymore. I'm working with the assistant manager tonight, though, so if he comes in again, i'm going to tell her that I really don't feel safe with him around and she'll probably tell him to leave.

I've dealt with difficult customers before, but nothing like this. It was fucking scary and weird.

Anyway, I'm closing every night this week except for Sunday. I'm really not looking forward to it-I usually close on Mondays and Wednesdays and work in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I guess it's good because I can sleep in on Tuesday and Thursday now, but I want to watch the semifinals. And Gossip girl. Oh well.

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there was a post in staysassy asking whether or not you would marry a guy who made less than you and i was the only person in the two pages of comments who said no lol
w/e just bein practical

Well, it's been two and a half weeks since my last exam and I'm still a bum. I don't think I'm desperate enough to go back to Aritzia but geez, I have to a) stop sitting around doing nothing and b) pay my phone bill/feed my shopping habits.

I don't want to sell anything.

I don't want to call people all day.

I don't want to be paid minimum wage.

At this rate, I think I'll be signing up to be a human guinea pig. Take my blood/urine/saliva - I don't want it anyway!


Yesterday, on our way to Andy's 20th, wrenroth and I found a phone on the bus. We tried calling "Home" and the last number he called ("Nicolas") but there was no answer. Then the dude called and we told him where his phone was. He actually wasn't very nice. I'd be really happy if I had lost my phone and the person who found it picked up and gave instructions on how to recover it (instead of, you know, stealing/selling it) but this guy was just sort of drone-y and apathetic. Oh well, no good deed goes unpunished.

We took pictures of ourselves making wacky faces but I have a feeling the guy has no sense of humour and would just be all weirded out. Geez, some people!

By the time we got to the partay (we made a pit stop at my house to drop off my mom's portrait - I know, what? It was for Mother's Day), the crowd was dwindling. I missed an opportunity to beat up that guy that I usually beat up at parties. I haven't seen him since New Year's! Bitch is runnin' wild.


The day was freckled with disappointments. ( This part is kind of boring/sappy, so I'll cut it. )

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Btw, the Supernatural finale is going to be SO AMAZING.

ETA: also if you could explain why in the comments that'd be gr8~*~

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