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I graduated highschool for a reason, and it wasn't to go to college.
Surprisingly, it doesn't really involve all too much drinking. I mean, yes there will be the not being sober. But this is me we're talking about. There's apparently some form of a party going on on Sunday, and I fully intend to be there this time. Unlike the last few years, wherein I ended up not going for lack of a date, this year I just don't particularly care. I'm going for the food, dammit. If I meet someone, I do. If not, then hopefully the food's good. And this keyboard is pissing me off, so I'm done. Stupid bloody parents' computer…
Stuck under musings, only in pembroke by James at 3:55 PM
You Will Keep Your New Year's Resolution You planning on making a resolution that's smart, attainable, and perfect for where your life is.
Stuck under quizes by James at 12:30 PM
Yes, I've been absent from blogland. I blame a weekend spent with the Bradie bunch. I thought I'd have time to actually pop on here a minute or two, but… heh, that ain't happening. Go to Pembroke for a small vacation, and wind up with a list of things to do longer than both my arms. In short, uberly uber insane. King of the uber insane. I'd go into more detail, but I only have like 15 minutes to myself here. I will say this much, though. If I see another turkey, it'll be way too soon. Maybe I'll have time later to elaborate on it… or I'll just stick a quiz up here. For now, though? Back to being lectured for me.
I've been hammered by comment spam, apparently. I'll deal with it later.
Stuck under musings by James at 9:21 AM
I'll just get home at the crack of midnight instead. But, I'll take it… why? 'Cuz I likes my sleep, and 3:30 in the morning sucks uber royally. I'll be done my training completely by February, give or take… then they'll probably be all curel at me and make me get up early again. But, for now, I'll take it. If only it started next week…
Stuck under Dell, musings by James at 9:13 AM
It is not supposed to be cold *inside* a building. Stupid building.
Stuck under rantings by James at 12:12 PM
This was not a hockey game. It wasn't even close. And I made the mistake of watching most of it, at least until about quarter to 9 when I finally just said fuck it and went to bed. And all I can say is oh my god I didn't miss much. It was 5 1 when I turned it off. It was 7 3 when it was actually over. If I didn't have to work today, I'd be drunk by now.
Stuck under Panthers, maple leafs by James at 4:56 AM
Usually, which translates to like… 2 or 3 days so far, I manage to actually catch my connecting bus to get me the rest of the way home from work at 5:00 or so. I think I mentioned it takes me 2 buses to get me there and back. Ah well, if I didn't, I have now. Today, though, thanks largely to Ottawa's rush hour trafic, I missed that bus by about 2 minutes. Now, ordinarily I wouldn't give a rip–the next bus pulls up in 15 minutes–but, *that* bus is apparently the one driven by our apparent newbie. This time, though, he actually didn't miss the stop I need… but only because it was pointed out to him rather blatantly by another passenger as we were coming up to it. I still say this guy is either new or stupid, or both, but I'm again digressing. That aside, though, this time I actually didn't have to drive an extra 40 minutes, meaning I actually got through the door before 6 tonight. Just barely, but can't have everything. I suspect that's going to be an every Tuesday thing, what with the trafic and all… God I hope not, though. I really don't want to have to curse out the transit system again. And to jump the track a little, I may only be 1 person, but after working a 9 hour shift, I still *really* don't want to come home and do dishes. Nor do I want to watch my team get their ass kicked, but the game's on, so I may as well go and do that.
Stuck under Dell, Ottawa, fubars by James at 8:08 PM
This is what happens when they let me have a free minute.
You Are 24% Nerdy You're a little nerdy, but no one would ever call you a nerd.
You sometimes get into nerdy things, but only after they've become a part of mainstream culture.
Stuck under quizes by James at 11:47 AM
But, since I have to be up at this insane hour anyway, I steal something from Stacie's blog.
1. I get about 1 telemarketer phone call on a daily basis.
2. I never call anyone after 11 at night.
3. I never call anyone before 8 in the morning.
4. I don't screen my phone calls via caller ID.
5. I really should call my mom more often.
That killed about 3 minutes. Time to find something else to do before work.
Stuck under random crap by James at 4:45 AM
It only took just about 2 months (typical government delay tactics no doubt), but mister sex offender dood has gone from arrested trying to enter Canada after a judge pretty much told him he was allowed to, to being formally deported back to the US. At this point, I would just like to again point out that whoever the hell told these people Canada was a good place to send their creaps to should be summarily shot and pissed on. If it's illegal in the US, it's illegal here. The difference? He'd of done loads and loads of time behind bars here. It's your problem, mister W. You deal with it.
Stuck under rantings by James at 9:06 PM
So I went back to Pembroke this weekend to give my parents a hand with decorating their Christmas tree, and–well, duh–because my mother was baking and well… enough said. We ended up doing that, finishing my Christmas shopping for the most part (ideas for Christmas gifts for mom, anyone?), then going to my aunt's (no, not the cool one who's earned a mention or two on here already) place for a premature Christmas Eve party, since my uncle goes back to Afghanistan in 3 days. Now, as is the family tradition, there was alcohol involved in that party–and lots of it. I actually managed to behave myself, though, which surprised the hell out of me; I only bought a 6-pack, and by evening's end I'd drank 4. Considering I'd intended to finish the pack, I'd say I didn't do too badly. Of course, leave it to the sister-in-law to negate the possibility of me finishing said 6-pack. I won't get into detail,because to be blatantly honest it was ridiculous being there, and it's even more ridiculous talking about it. Suffice it to say, when after an hour and a half of drinking your tongue is looser than most hookers, it's not going to be a good night. For you. Particularly if half an hour later your head is first in a bucket, and then in the table whilst you pass out. It became necessary to pour her into a car and get her the hell home just so we could keep the place clean. O'course, then we all ended up starting to file out an hour later anyway, but that's so not the point. Surprisingly, she was fine when she finally came alive this morning (translation: noonish), and she and my brother took off to… um… somewhere, presumeably to get food into one or both of them since neither had eaten since supper last night, and she barely even ate that (hint: she knew she was going to be drinking. Ding dong, stupidity calling.). She tried so hard to make me believe she remembered everything that went on last night, but as soon as I said "We have pictures" I think she knew she was fucked. We only stayed there until maybe 11:30, and I think we got there about… oh… between 6 and 7 let's just randomly guess at, but I'll bet an hour and a half of that party was just spent making sure she passed out on the table instead of the floor, and then figuring out the best way to actually move her doorwards without her losing the rest of what she drank that night–by the way, that was a miserable failure. And this would be me *not* going into detail. Then today was basicly the part where I pack up my shit and get a lift back to Ottawa, where I now can actually get some rest, then do it all over again in a week. A whole 2 days and I left like haulling off and drifting her. And if she wasn't across the table from me last night, I probably would have–but I wasn't alone! If that's an indication of how Christmas is gonna go at our house next week (by the way, I have 5 days off… yay!), I'm seriously going to give thought to going home Sunday morning, and coming back Monday night. In as nice a term as I can place on it, this was just horribly fucking bad. I want my weekend back.
Stuck under family, fubars, rantings by James at 9:56 PM
Not that this explains the uh, too revealing positions this article makes reference to, but it does prove what anyone with an IQ of 1.5 already realizes. Cellebrities, particularly those of the hollywood variety, are a bunch of goddamn liars. And next, official confirmation that gas prices are only inflated because no one says they can't be. I wish I'd kept my Captain Obvious award for the year.
Stuck under fubars by James at 7:31 PM
I only post this now because I didn't have time to this morning.
Your Dominant Thinking Style: Experimenting You're all about looking at the facts, and you could always use more of them.
You see life as your lab - and you're always trying out new things, people, and ideas.
The master of mix and match, you're always coming up with unique combinations.
You are good at getting a group to reach consensus.
Stuck under quizes by James at 7:18 PM
I should have taken this morning as an indication. First, as I said last night one of the buses I need for my insanely early shift doesn't run as early as I need it to, so I've had to improvize my way through figuring that out. Needless to say it worked, I'm still alive, and all is well. But it still should have been an indication. And then, when the bus driver apparently couldn't find my stop near the office (it's that hard to miss?), I should have been paranoid. Even if he *did* end up just making it easier on me and dropping me off at the corner instead. But no, I continued to be unsuspecting. Now, here's where I get the good old fashion disclaimer out. I don't mind foreign people in the slightest. In fact, conversationally, I have absolutely no problem with them. Professionally, as well, so long as I'm not the poor soul who has to deal with it on a daily basis. Well, I get on the bus to come home, I must have told him the stop I need to get off at about 5 or 6 times. This guy has an accent, presumeably Indian or so but I'm a poor judge of accents, but that doesn't even raise the usual red flags with me. The telling him 5 or 6 times was a little irritating, but I was willing to just let it go since the bus *was* fairly crowded. He may not have heard me. But apparently he did, all 5 or 6 times. And when we've gone a ways past it, he finally admitted he couldn't see the stop. *That* irritated me to no end. My first thought was he was new to the route, or to the job, even, but someone else quickly disproved that theory by signalling in advance they wanted to get off at the next stop we were passing. And wouldn't you know, he just about missed that one, too. I was gonna say something, but the guy who's stop almost got missed beat me to the punch, so I figured I'd be nice. This time. All told, I ended up about 20 minutes out of my way, waiting for the bus that goes in the other direction so I could actually get back to my stop. Now, again, I have all kinds of respect for the foreign folk. Really, I do. But it's stupid fucking morons like that that really make me reflexively cringe when I hear an accent that almost resembles the Quicky Mart guy off the sympsons. I may not be able to see, but assuming, just for the sake of argument, he actually *was* new, did it really not occur to him to ask? I know which side of the road the street it's nearest to is on, I know how far past that street the stop is, *and* I know how long it takes me to get from said stop to my apartment, roughly. Not counting a couple minutes here and there if I get turned around. I really like living in Ottawa, and I do like their transit system, but sometimes, I really, really despise their transit system.
Stuck under Ottawa, fubars, rantings by James at 9:13 PM
Training officially gets underway this morning. In fact, I leave here in… about half an hour to get there. And, somewhat surprisingly, at least to me anyway, I'm not as nervous about being there as I was yesterday. Not as excited either, but… still, not as nervous. Now, I think, I'm more nervous about screwing up the new route I have to take, since the bus I just yesterday actually figured out doesn't run as early as I need it to, so now we get to do all manner of improvising. I wonder if I can end up just bumbing a lift off someone tomorrow. It'll be cheaper, me thinks.
Stuck under Dell, musings by James at 4:53 AM
Unfortunately, that was the most excitement I saw the whole 9 hours or so I was there. Pretty snore first day, really. A little frustrating trying to get from here to there and back again, but when you take into account that I've done that particular run a grand total of… 3 times, frustrations are going to crop up. Ah well, like all things new, I'll be bored of the walk to my bus inside of a week. And on that note, sleep. Because 3:30 (my wake-up call for the next month or so) is gonna come way too fucking early.
Stuck under Dell by James at 11:13 PM
So, as she's wont to do, mom decided on like 48 hours' notice that she'll be staying at my place tonight for a doctor's appointment tomorrow. And then, that she'd just kinda sorta wait around 'til I get off work tomorrow night. And then on 3 hours' notice, apparently my aunt is coming with her. And the point of this is, exactly… what, again? It sure as hell isn't just for shopping's sake, I can about guarantee you that much. So that leaves checking on me. Or, kinda, just waiting here just in case I can't manage to walk from the bus to my own apartment on my own tomorrow. I love my mother, don't get me wrong… but grah. I did not move to Ottawa so she could check up on me. And I certainly didn't move to Ottawa so I could have more people over than I have places to put people. Blarg… I want to be working already.
Stuck under family, rantings by James at 5:19 PM
Not that the idea of not being forced to retire at age 65 will do anything for me, really, seeing as I'm only about… 15 hours and 44 minutes from actually entering the workforce, but it's nice to know now, when I actually get to be what would ordinarily be considered retirement age, I do actually have the option of *not* retiring. And effective Tuesday, that'll be the case. I don't know that it'll really make a whole lot of difference in the long run, I mean all the important industries (see: doctors etc) already have people who're working well beyond their retirement age, but now, people like my dad who finally has a job he actually likes, for instance, can retire when they can't do their job anymore, instead of being told they can't do their job anymore. File this under it's about goddamn time. Now, let's see if we can make it happen federally, eh?
Stuck under politics by James at 4:15 PM
I hadn't seen the Leafs play a game in a week. Or… something like it. And now, I find myself feeling sorry I saw this mistake. I won't even call it a hockey game. So what was wrong with this game? Um… let me see.
I could go on, but really, it's way too painful. Though that pain is rather negated by the pain of having lost our 7th game in a row. A smart man would have turned it off after the first period, when they were down 2 nill. But no–not this fool. I thought it might actually show signs of improvement. And for a fraction of a second in the second period, it did. Then, they choked. Then, they rolled over. And then, they gave it up and just died. A month ago this team was awesome. Now, though? I have visions of missing the playoffs again… that's not good. We already traded coaches. Is the GM next?
Stuck under Red Wings, maple leafs by James at 10:35 PM
Kelly Clarkson - Since You've Been Gone (please download and save before playing)–what can I say? It showed up in my statistics log. Somehow, searching for this song kinda brought people here. I haven't a clue how, since it wasn't ever posted here… 'til now. I did have it kicking around my computer for a bit… maybe it was a hint?
Stuck under MP3 by James at 7:07 PM
I would just like to point out I have now managed, somehow, to cross the 500 entry plateau. There's something to be said for having little else to do. And it only took me… about a year or so.
Stuck under random crap by James at 4:56 PM
And this time, the no contest nod goes to my ISP for taking for freaking ever to escentially flip a switch. I'd originally got told before I moved up here that I'd have everything activated by the 6th of this month. Okay, so that's not bad. I can live with that. Except not really. Because when I got up here, it turns out I was handed a fair amount of wrong information. The phone number I was originally given when I signed up for phone service earlier last month was wrong. And I'd been handing that out to people getting other things set up. So I spent about a week or so fixing all *that* up. Then, apparently, because the phone number I got was wrong, certain activation of other things (see: long distance service, and quite probably internet) needed to be considerably pushed back a fair bit. And then, they decided to be incredibly nonspecific about when exactly I could expect certain things to be turned on. So, I ended up spending most of yesterday at home, waiting for people to figure out what they were trying to do, only to be told at about 6:00 last night that I didn't actually have to stay home. Gee, that would have been nice to know before my day was pretty well shot in the ass. So, to be rather blunt, people suck royally. At least, the people I was forced to deal with suck royally. If I ever end up that bad at my job, someone please do me a favour and shoot me. Repeatedly.
Stuck under Sympatico, rantings by James at 4:46 PM
And it only took me a small eternity. Seeing as it's now 5:00 in the morning and I've not yet been to bed, I'll try not to make this entry too painfully long. That said, though, I do have one thing to say right quick. Being a Toronto Maple Leafs fan, while living in Ottawa, is quite possibly the only bad thing about living in Ottawa. And only because I've yet to see the Leafs actually play a game since I moved here. Not that it matters really, since the games I missed seem to have been wasted efforts anyway–thanks loads, Mike, for briefly catching me up on the train wrecks that were the last 3 games or so. Hm. I start work in… not counting today, 3 days. And there is a chance I will freeze my ass off on my first day. This, compounded by a 4:30 wake-up call on said first day (by the way, uber le damn!), does not make for a truely wonderful beginning to my working experience. But, on the bright side, I get paid to sit there and listen to someone go on and on about things that probably won't even need to be talked about for another month or so, when they actually, you know, become an issue. So, I'll take it. Hmmm… I had more to say, but after banging my head against a wall dealing with my internet people, and staying up until now getting everything working the way it needs to be, I need sleep. And then, I need to go look over certain individuals' blogs I have missed reading over the last week or so. There will be at least one rant later today, that's a guarantee. But for now, I'm moved in, I'm mostly unpacked save the, like, one or two boxes sitting in my closet, and now I actually have my interweb. And now, sleep. Then cleaning. Then potentially laundry. Then ranting. Or maybe ranting then laundry. Or ranting then cleaning. I'll figure it out later. G'night 'n things!
Stuck under Moving, employment, musings by James at 5:00 AM
In the span of two days, I have managed to get every single thing I needed out of the way, and in record time. Which… actually explains my rather lacking blogness for the majority of those two days. And now, paperwork is in the hands of the Dell folks, rental applications are secured, checks made out, final rounds made to make sure everything's packed, and my parents' computer nearly updated. As I write this, a moving van is outside being loaded, and in less than an hour, I shall be Ottawa bound, a one-way trip to a whole new level of oh my god I've lost my fucking mind. And, on that lovely note, I shall be back with a vengance in very nearly a week's time. You are not allowed to miss me!
Stuck under Moving, employment, musings by James at 10:41 AM
A little nod to them there people I like to spy on... I mean read; give 'em a look over. It's good for you.
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