2004-09-19
Subject: Whatever it is, I hope it's not heriditary
I was out with my Father a few weeks ago, we went out to watch a movie. Stepford Wives. I can't say much for his taste in movies. Thing is; it wasn't that bad. Furthermore, I found out where I got my twisted sense of humor from. There was a part in the movie where this little robo dog was barking at the top of a huge staircase, tried to go down the stairs, ended up falling, bumping down every step and landing upsidedown. My father and I both thought it was hilarious. We were about the only people in the theater who were laughing. Certainly, no one else laughed as hard as we did.
I hope that's all I inhereted from him.
As everyone knows, there are different types of crazy. Ones that are due to psychological trauma, ones that are due to an imbalance of chemicals (both natural and non-natural) in the brain and body. There's also the type of crazy that's inhereted from a parent. Whatever my Dad has... I hope it's not heriditary. Though that may explain a few things.
He was over at our place today, putting more RAM into my computer (which is now working very well, thank you for asking). During his working, he was talking to the computer and the RAM slot. "Hello, RAM slot. Where are you now? Where are you hiding?" I asked him, jokingly, that I hoped he wasn't expecting my computer to talk back.
Still working on the computer, totally dead-pan and serious sounding, not cracking a smile, my father responds "Sometimes they do." You know that feeling when somebody says something REALLY weird or crazy or disturbing, and you're waiting for them to smile and say they're just joking... but they don't, and then you get kinda scared and worried. Yeah... that's what happened. Seconds passed, then a full minute... my Dad still didn't crack a smile. I was getting kinda worried there. To the point where I actually had to ask him; "Uh... you're kidding about that... right Dad?" He said he was... but I'm not quite sure anymore.
I now officially worry about my Dad's mental health. And I worry that I may have gotten some of the crazy-gene from him.
I was going to write about something else.... but I can't remember what it was. It must not have been important. Like anything I post here ever is. Well, later all!!
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I was out with my Father a few weeks ago, we went out to watch a movie. Stepford Wives. I can't say much for his taste in movies. Thing is; it wasn't that bad. Furthermore, I found out where I got my twisted sense of humor from. There was a part in the movie where this little robo dog was barking at the top of a huge staircase, tried to go down the stairs, ended up falling, bumping down every step and landing upsidedown. My father and I both thought it was hilarious. We were about the only people in the theater who were laughing. Certainly, no one else laughed as hard as we did.
I hope that's all I inhereted from him.
As everyone knows, there are different types of crazy. Ones that are due to psychological trauma, ones that are due to an imbalance of chemicals (both natural and non-natural) in the brain and body. There's also the type of crazy that's inhereted from a parent. Whatever my Dad has... I hope it's not heriditary. Though that may explain a few things.
He was over at our place today, putting more RAM into my computer (which is now working very well, thank you for asking). During his working, he was talking to the computer and the RAM slot. "Hello, RAM slot. Where are you now? Where are you hiding?" I asked him, jokingly, that I hoped he wasn't expecting my computer to talk back.
Still working on the computer, totally dead-pan and serious sounding, not cracking a smile, my father responds "Sometimes they do." You know that feeling when somebody says something REALLY weird or crazy or disturbing, and you're waiting for them to smile and say they're just joking... but they don't, and then you get kinda scared and worried. Yeah... that's what happened. Seconds passed, then a full minute... my Dad still didn't crack a smile. I was getting kinda worried there. To the point where I actually had to ask him; "Uh... you're kidding about that... right Dad?" He said he was... but I'm not quite sure anymore.
I now officially worry about my Dad's mental health. And I worry that I may have gotten some of the crazy-gene from him.
I was going to write about something else.... but I can't remember what it was. It must not have been important. Like anything I post here ever is. Well, later all!!
2004-09-18
subject: Crazy lady lives (though perhaps not for long)
Allow me to explain. My school, Collège, is close to Centre Taché, which is a place for people who have problems... as in they're sometimes not all there. Some of the people also have relativly free range. Now, this isn't always a problem. I'm not saying that my school is swarming with crazies. There was this one time this guy wandered into the theater class one night, though, and started talking to me. Kinda odd... he was hard to understand, kept repeating himself. Call me crazy, but I wasn't hugely tempted to take him up on his offer to go out with him. He was way older.
There is also Crazy lady. I know, I know, not the nicest name to give to her. But she does have problems. I met her my first year at Collège, when she'd be in the cafeteria almost every day. I didn't understand who she was at first... I was pretty certain she wasn't a student, but I didn't know why she was always there. Sometimes, she'd cause minor problems in the cafeteria... being rude to staff sometimes, trying to cut in lines, majorly possesive of one table... and the chairs at said table. Heaven help you if you tried to borrow an empty chair from the table when she was sitting there.
She disappeared for a bit in second year, and again in third year. People would idely wonder where she went. She's back again this year; hence, crazy lady lives.
But she almost didn't.
She needs to learn how to cross roads. Now, normally, I figure that if you're not at a cross walk or at a sidewalk or something, you're jay-walking and should watch for cars around you before stepping off the sidewalk. I also figure that people who are planning to cross a street (anywhere) when cars are coming should not take for granted that the car will stop for them. Finally, I kinda think that if someone is just standing kind of idly by the curb at the side of the street, has been for quite some time (despite the fact that they could have safely crossed the road by that time), should take into consideration the fact that, because they look kind of spacey and indecisive, that a driver would assume that they had yet to make up their mind as to whether or not they wanted to cross the road at that time, and perhaps need a bit more time to make that difficult decision. Perhaps they are just waiting for the chicken, and she's running a bit late. I don't know.
My point is: a pedestrian SHOULD NOT stand idly at the curb for a few minutes (especially close to a bus-stop), not move, not give ANY indication that they are planning to cross the street any time soon AND THEN casually start stepping off the curb basically RIGHT in front of the ONLY car on the road (me, in this case) when they could easily wait two seconds for the car to pass or could have crossed the road (in an equally safe manner) a couple of minutes before.
This is what Crazy lady did to me on Thursday on my way home from school. Luckily, I had time to stop for her. She was standing a bit too close to the curb for my comfort, I was worried that she might fall and land on the street right in front of my car (irrational fear, I know. I have the same thing with bicycles). I already had my eye on her, and stopped in time for her to cross. Someone else may not have. Hence, she almost DID NOT live. And I would have been traumatised.
In other notes:
Agenda decorating party last night: was fun. Shannon and Joy didn't come... losers. Had fun without them. Much glue and pictures and fun stuff was used. Must do this more often. Have to kind of be careful of what I put in my agenda now. I'm in the Faculty of Education, and now offically bound by the MTS (Manitoba Teacher's Society, not Manitoba Telephone Service) code of conduct. Acting in a professional manner is on that list. It's hard to look professional if the little kiddies happen to see that I've got some weird stuff posted in my agenda.
Actually, I think that's the only other not for today. Hmm... okay then. Later all!
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Allow me to explain. My school, Collège, is close to Centre Taché, which is a place for people who have problems... as in they're sometimes not all there. Some of the people also have relativly free range. Now, this isn't always a problem. I'm not saying that my school is swarming with crazies. There was this one time this guy wandered into the theater class one night, though, and started talking to me. Kinda odd... he was hard to understand, kept repeating himself. Call me crazy, but I wasn't hugely tempted to take him up on his offer to go out with him. He was way older.
There is also Crazy lady. I know, I know, not the nicest name to give to her. But she does have problems. I met her my first year at Collège, when she'd be in the cafeteria almost every day. I didn't understand who she was at first... I was pretty certain she wasn't a student, but I didn't know why she was always there. Sometimes, she'd cause minor problems in the cafeteria... being rude to staff sometimes, trying to cut in lines, majorly possesive of one table... and the chairs at said table. Heaven help you if you tried to borrow an empty chair from the table when she was sitting there.
She disappeared for a bit in second year, and again in third year. People would idely wonder where she went. She's back again this year; hence, crazy lady lives.
But she almost didn't.
She needs to learn how to cross roads. Now, normally, I figure that if you're not at a cross walk or at a sidewalk or something, you're jay-walking and should watch for cars around you before stepping off the sidewalk. I also figure that people who are planning to cross a street (anywhere) when cars are coming should not take for granted that the car will stop for them. Finally, I kinda think that if someone is just standing kind of idly by the curb at the side of the street, has been for quite some time (despite the fact that they could have safely crossed the road by that time), should take into consideration the fact that, because they look kind of spacey and indecisive, that a driver would assume that they had yet to make up their mind as to whether or not they wanted to cross the road at that time, and perhaps need a bit more time to make that difficult decision. Perhaps they are just waiting for the chicken, and she's running a bit late. I don't know.
My point is: a pedestrian SHOULD NOT stand idly at the curb for a few minutes (especially close to a bus-stop), not move, not give ANY indication that they are planning to cross the street any time soon AND THEN casually start stepping off the curb basically RIGHT in front of the ONLY car on the road (me, in this case) when they could easily wait two seconds for the car to pass or could have crossed the road (in an equally safe manner) a couple of minutes before.
This is what Crazy lady did to me on Thursday on my way home from school. Luckily, I had time to stop for her. She was standing a bit too close to the curb for my comfort, I was worried that she might fall and land on the street right in front of my car (irrational fear, I know. I have the same thing with bicycles). I already had my eye on her, and stopped in time for her to cross. Someone else may not have. Hence, she almost DID NOT live. And I would have been traumatised.
In other notes:
Agenda decorating party last night: was fun. Shannon and Joy didn't come... losers. Had fun without them. Much glue and pictures and fun stuff was used. Must do this more often. Have to kind of be careful of what I put in my agenda now. I'm in the Faculty of Education, and now offically bound by the MTS (Manitoba Teacher's Society, not Manitoba Telephone Service) code of conduct. Acting in a professional manner is on that list. It's hard to look professional if the little kiddies happen to see that I've got some weird stuff posted in my agenda.
Actually, I think that's the only other not for today. Hmm... okay then. Later all!
2004-09-14
Well, my first official week back at Collège. I didn't expect it to be quite this scary. Actually, education courses are a lot different than I thought they would be. So far, none of the assignments look to be too impossibly scary. Hard work, yes, a lot of work in progress, yes. I can't do any of these assignments at the last minute.
Not that I would. (*Insert innocent face here*)
There's a lot of group discussions and stuff in class. So far, only one group project. Should I be afraid of this new thing called "Group work"? I'm not exactly new to it, I guess, since science labs can kind of be considered as group work. Or partner work. Or, fucking frustrating if you have a certain lab partner who shall remain nameless (Who, by the way, I have yet to see this year. She's here, but not in any of my classes. *Insert gleeful dance here*). I've got a bit of homework to do right now, but nothing insane as of yet. Plus, unless I have camping trips or conferences, I have fridays off. YAY!!
As for the camping trip last weekend... it was funner than I expected. When I first got the letter talking about the Faculty of Education camping trip, I was thinking, "Fuck this! They can't make me go!" As I found out on my second day of school, apparently they can make me go. Unless I happen to be dying, in which case I have to talk to the doyen (dean) of the Faculty of Education and provide him with a body in a week's time. I figured it would just be easier to go to the damned camping trip. At which point, I started thinking, "Fine! They can make me go... but they can't make me have fun!!"
Apparently, they can make me have fun. I was in a group of seven people, drove alone to St.Malo and did not get lost. Yay me! They had some cool ice-breaker games and some not-so-cool games organised by the groups of students. Then there was dinner... we had to provide our own dinner while the teachers got a BBQ set up for them. So, here we are struggling with our fire and eating blackened hotdogs while our profs dine on steak. ggggrrrr. We had a larger fire at night, everyone gathered around and sang. And got drunk. Well, not me... I only sang. And I was still sober. I still don't get how they managed to make me do that. Ahh... yes. I remember. The darkness provided anonymity, the group of people singing drowned out my voice and they were singing kickass songs.
The only downer was getting to sleep that night. It was cold, and my toes froze. I was supposed to share a tent with four other people (big tent), but one person bunked somewhere else and another girl (who was really drunk) decided at 2 am that she wanted to go home and left her car behind because she was too drunk to drive. I didn't even hear her leave.
On another note, I have a kitty. My brother just brought him home one day. A cute little white kitten with a bit of brown on his back, ears and tail. Plus, he has freakishly huge blue eyes. Light, icy blue. His name is Smeagol. Yeah... like from Lord of the Rings. It's a fitting name. When his pupils dilate, he seriously looks like Gollum. My presssssssssssssscious.
And now I only have ... uh, wait... over half an hour to go get food and eat it. Hm. Maybe I can do some homework while I'm waiting. I know, everyone's shocked and appalled at the concept, for I am a notorious procrastinator. Well... I'm trying to change a new leaf or whatever the hell that expression is. I feel so stupid now... I can't for the life of me remember what the real expression is. Turn over a new leaf?? What the hell is it?!?! Well, I'm too lazy to take it out, so my friends will just laugh at me and say I'm a moron. I really need new friends.
P.S. Agenda party possibly this weekend... though it may not be the greatest time for Chrissy since she has an exam on Tuesday. Major, stressful exam. I was thinking perhaps Thursday night (I have no school Friday) or Friday night (but I have the Red River Project the next morning). Let me know what you think, ppls. Well, later all!!
P.S. Donny Darko = fucked up movie, but interesting.
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Not that I would. (*Insert innocent face here*)
There's a lot of group discussions and stuff in class. So far, only one group project. Should I be afraid of this new thing called "Group work"? I'm not exactly new to it, I guess, since science labs can kind of be considered as group work. Or partner work. Or, fucking frustrating if you have a certain lab partner who shall remain nameless (Who, by the way, I have yet to see this year. She's here, but not in any of my classes. *Insert gleeful dance here*). I've got a bit of homework to do right now, but nothing insane as of yet. Plus, unless I have camping trips or conferences, I have fridays off. YAY!!
As for the camping trip last weekend... it was funner than I expected. When I first got the letter talking about the Faculty of Education camping trip, I was thinking, "Fuck this! They can't make me go!" As I found out on my second day of school, apparently they can make me go. Unless I happen to be dying, in which case I have to talk to the doyen (dean) of the Faculty of Education and provide him with a body in a week's time. I figured it would just be easier to go to the damned camping trip. At which point, I started thinking, "Fine! They can make me go... but they can't make me have fun!!"
Apparently, they can make me have fun. I was in a group of seven people, drove alone to St.Malo and did not get lost. Yay me! They had some cool ice-breaker games and some not-so-cool games organised by the groups of students. Then there was dinner... we had to provide our own dinner while the teachers got a BBQ set up for them. So, here we are struggling with our fire and eating blackened hotdogs while our profs dine on steak. ggggrrrr. We had a larger fire at night, everyone gathered around and sang. And got drunk. Well, not me... I only sang. And I was still sober. I still don't get how they managed to make me do that. Ahh... yes. I remember. The darkness provided anonymity, the group of people singing drowned out my voice and they were singing kickass songs.
The only downer was getting to sleep that night. It was cold, and my toes froze. I was supposed to share a tent with four other people (big tent), but one person bunked somewhere else and another girl (who was really drunk) decided at 2 am that she wanted to go home and left her car behind because she was too drunk to drive. I didn't even hear her leave.
On another note, I have a kitty. My brother just brought him home one day. A cute little white kitten with a bit of brown on his back, ears and tail. Plus, he has freakishly huge blue eyes. Light, icy blue. His name is Smeagol. Yeah... like from Lord of the Rings. It's a fitting name. When his pupils dilate, he seriously looks like Gollum. My presssssssssssssscious.
And now I only have ... uh, wait... over half an hour to go get food and eat it. Hm. Maybe I can do some homework while I'm waiting. I know, everyone's shocked and appalled at the concept, for I am a notorious procrastinator. Well... I'm trying to change a new leaf or whatever the hell that expression is. I feel so stupid now... I can't for the life of me remember what the real expression is. Turn over a new leaf?? What the hell is it?!?! Well, I'm too lazy to take it out, so my friends will just laugh at me and say I'm a moron. I really need new friends.
P.S. Agenda party possibly this weekend... though it may not be the greatest time for Chrissy since she has an exam on Tuesday. Major, stressful exam. I was thinking perhaps Thursday night (I have no school Friday) or Friday night (but I have the Red River Project the next morning). Let me know what you think, ppls. Well, later all!!
P.S. Donny Darko = fucked up movie, but interesting.
2004-09-07
Hmm... two posts in one day. When was the last time that happened?? Must be a sign of the apocopalyse. I know, I know... I can't freakin' spell!! Deal with it!
Reason for my post... I'm kinda bored, first off. I'll probably be posting more often, and doing meaningless posts as school has started today and I will be sure to allievate my bordome during spares by posting on my blog. 'Cause God knows I'm not gonna do homework!
In other news, something happened today. I was just waking up from my nap when my mom came in and said she wanted to tell me something... but that it could wait as I was napping. I kinda mumbled that I was awake and that she could tell me. For some reason, she didn't believe me until I actually got my butt out of bed and followed her into the livingroom. She must have learned from all the times I forgot things that she told me when I was half-asleep.
The thing she wanted to tell me: My brother brought home another critter. Shortly after Abbey died, my brother had brought home a hamster. This hamster did not have a long life-span. It's been dead for about a month now, maybe longer. I assumed he'd brought home another rodent of some sort. My mom said I'd probably aprove of this animal. I didn't get what she meant, as I was half asleep.
So, went to bro's room and asked if I could come in and see the critter. The door opens a crack when I see it. Sitting on his girlfriend's lap like a tiny sphinx was a little kitten. Awwwwwwww. A cream coloured, light-brown tailed kitten with FREAKISHLY blue eyes. Think Elijah Woods chibified, people. Yeah... that's about it. The name; fittingly appropriate. Smeagol. If you saw this cat's eyes, you'd understand. But he's so cute. He kinda was scared of me at first, but he warmed up to me. Now he's sleeping on my bed. My bro supposedly promised my mother that Smeagol would live in his room. I made a liar out of him. I'm gonna steal Smeagol every chance I get.
Funny thing is... I was thinking of doing something like this after last Thursday when I visited Jen and saw her cat. Funny how these things work out.
I think I'm still gonna sneak another cat into the house. Why should my brother be the only one?? ;)
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Reason for my post... I'm kinda bored, first off. I'll probably be posting more often, and doing meaningless posts as school has started today and I will be sure to allievate my bordome during spares by posting on my blog. 'Cause God knows I'm not gonna do homework!
In other news, something happened today. I was just waking up from my nap when my mom came in and said she wanted to tell me something... but that it could wait as I was napping. I kinda mumbled that I was awake and that she could tell me. For some reason, she didn't believe me until I actually got my butt out of bed and followed her into the livingroom. She must have learned from all the times I forgot things that she told me when I was half-asleep.
The thing she wanted to tell me: My brother brought home another critter. Shortly after Abbey died, my brother had brought home a hamster. This hamster did not have a long life-span. It's been dead for about a month now, maybe longer. I assumed he'd brought home another rodent of some sort. My mom said I'd probably aprove of this animal. I didn't get what she meant, as I was half asleep.
So, went to bro's room and asked if I could come in and see the critter. The door opens a crack when I see it. Sitting on his girlfriend's lap like a tiny sphinx was a little kitten. Awwwwwwww. A cream coloured, light-brown tailed kitten with FREAKISHLY blue eyes. Think Elijah Woods chibified, people. Yeah... that's about it. The name; fittingly appropriate. Smeagol. If you saw this cat's eyes, you'd understand. But he's so cute. He kinda was scared of me at first, but he warmed up to me. Now he's sleeping on my bed. My bro supposedly promised my mother that Smeagol would live in his room. I made a liar out of him. I'm gonna steal Smeagol every chance I get.
Funny thing is... I was thinking of doing something like this after last Thursday when I visited Jen and saw her cat. Funny how these things work out.
I think I'm still gonna sneak another cat into the house. Why should my brother be the only one?? ;)
Well, my first day back at Collège. *looks around* How very mundane. I could be sleeping right now. I didn't even really want to come at all today, but it would look bad if I missed the orientation for education thing at 9:30. I got here at 8:30 for a coffee and presentations thing, but the place was packed, so I didn't even bother going in. I sat in the library going over my schedule again and then went to the computer lab to type it up in a spreadsheet. Fun.
Then the education orientation thing came along. Hello, I am so-and-so... listen to this important information. The faculty of education is great, you'll all have to work hard, work together and learn to develop yourself to better prepare yourself for becoming a teacher. Being a teacher is such a rewarding profession... not that I'm biased or anything. The fact that I'm a teacher has absolutely nothing to do with this assessment. Be sure to come to your classes and to be on time. And to do your work. And here is someone else to talk about the linguistic requirements that you've all had drummed into your skulls for the past year. She will repeat them yet again, as if that will help you to pass the tests we'll put you through. And now another person. Education is interesting, it is important, you will all work hard. And now you can go. Basically, I woke up at 7:00 am to sit in a room for a half an hour and listen to people talk about how important education is and how we will all work hard. And how 40% of teachers leave their field within the first five years. Way to encourage, guys.
And now I sit here and type while I wait for the old students to come and welcome us newbies, for free food and for my class which starts at 4:00 pm and goes on `til 7:00 pm. Boo-urns.
On another note, I've discovered today that I'm a cynical bitch. Goooooooo me!!!
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Then the education orientation thing came along. Hello, I am so-and-so... listen to this important information. The faculty of education is great, you'll all have to work hard, work together and learn to develop yourself to better prepare yourself for becoming a teacher. Being a teacher is such a rewarding profession... not that I'm biased or anything. The fact that I'm a teacher has absolutely nothing to do with this assessment. Be sure to come to your classes and to be on time. And to do your work. And here is someone else to talk about the linguistic requirements that you've all had drummed into your skulls for the past year. She will repeat them yet again, as if that will help you to pass the tests we'll put you through. And now another person. Education is interesting, it is important, you will all work hard. And now you can go. Basically, I woke up at 7:00 am to sit in a room for a half an hour and listen to people talk about how important education is and how we will all work hard. And how 40% of teachers leave their field within the first five years. Way to encourage, guys.
And now I sit here and type while I wait for the old students to come and welcome us newbies, for free food and for my class which starts at 4:00 pm and goes on `til 7:00 pm. Boo-urns.
On another note, I've discovered today that I'm a cynical bitch. Goooooooo me!!!
