Puddles on Desks

I'm really tired. Sorry for not updating alot. I got told tonight that it was ok though. I have nothing really good to say, merely a shout out saying that I am alive, though work may be trying to kill me.

Seriously.

I'm quiting my job in January. End of story. I can't take trying to do another forty hour week there. The employees are nice (except for the jerks that are every where), some of the customers make me laugh- actually some a quiet funny, but these memories are lost in a sea of repetiveness and brain killing boredom as the result of doing meanial tasks over and over and over again, till your quiet good at it while your brain vacates the premiss.

I got asked if I wanted to move out. At this point in time I don't really think that I want to. I mean, I kinda do, but mostly don't. I have reasons. Good reasons in fact.

I'm tired, today was day five of forty hours and third closing in a row. How's that for messing with your sleeping schedual?

Peace to everyone going back to school. Don't forget your anti-stress pills.

T'was a DARK and STORMY night...

Hey. So I just had this crazy random thought. What if the reason that people went around naming inanimate objects was because they were practicing for a time when they would possibly name someone else? So they go around and name all these things different names- just to see if they like the name. I mean it's not a big deal if your car or your guitar is named something that after a month you can't stand, but it would be huge if it was a child. So in order to not hate the child's name by misnaming it something that becomes annoying people try out names on other things first. Just think about it.

Sunshine, Lolipops, Rainbows

So last week I had just gotten off work. Silly people made me come in very early and I was tired. Mom was late picking me up and I was wearing nearly full black. This makes for a very hot, tired worker, who goes in front of Subway and sits on the chairs waiting for her ride, as they're the only chairs near. Head down, eyes closed, maybe catch fives minutes of sleep. Maybe. Could try anyway.

Almost there. Startlement. Head up. Boy near. "Here's some water". Heh, not dehydrated, has water in bag. Nice of boy though. Drinks some. Feels bit better.

Boy was kinda cute. Looks very embarrassed. Hmm, Dad waves and winks as they leave store. Dad's idea. Made boy do it. Hate it when parents do things like that. Why can't they do it themselves?

Welcome back

So sorry it's been a while. Honestly, lately I've been thinking really good blogs while working, or walking my dog, or in the middle of having some good conversations.

This post is not going to include talking about any of those from here on out. *GASP* No the dog doesn't get the spotlight right now. Maybe next time.

So I was thinking. I know alot of people who are good at writting. All after there own fashion of course. Like VCshorty would be very good at stream of consciousness (that's a hard word to spell... can't do it on first or second or third... tries again), and my boat loving friend has an extreme talent in poetry. Another who works more than is good for her, and is in the arts show this weekend... need to remember to try and go to that... is an avid reader who reflects what she reads in the way she writes. None to say she is definately not reading small children books. Another could gets his stuff published.

I got off point. I missed people. One's a cudely bear... and like I said most of my friends can write well. This idea came into my head from a conversation on the bus, and was more fully developed while during too much repetative labour at work. I have a writing challenge. There shall be two catagories, and anyone that is known well to the group may enter. I put that limitation on because if someone in the group writes in then as they are known, we would know what direction they are trying to take their writing, and how much is personality being reflected, and ya, anything else... I did have more to back that up... but I wrote this mentally at work and forgot parts. Right two catagories. One shall be 500 to 1000 words. Don't like it? Think it's too many words? Trying to convey more with less? Second catagory is Drabbles. Exactly 100 words. Not one more, not one less. Once you go over 100 you are no longer eligable for this catagory.

Right I knew I had something else to say. The reason for this all? I wanna try writing again. I haven't written a story since grade 12 english. I think it's time to get old skills out, non?

Anyway, you didn't think that that was all? Nope. Now that we have our catagories established, we shall have subjects. Well yes challenges shall come after, remind me about that please. Colors shall be our subjects. Here it goes.

Yellow- depression
Black- Hope, new life
White- Flith
Red- *chanllenge* may not be about anger, passion (love), or blood
Pink- serious

I had more... I had green and blue, but can no longer remember them. So the story or writing must be about whatever color you chose. The color must be mentioned and can be contected to the topic -Ah! Green's- death- Now to the challenge. Not to use the word that is your topic. So for yellow you can not use the word 'depressed','depression', or such like.

Still can't remember blue. Anyways, I thought it would be a good idea. Maybe make a face book group? Then everyone could see the stories and give feedback, which really is what all this is about.

It was just an idea, and it's been bugging me, haunting me throughtout work if you will.

Shine

While cutting down trees

Today's moral of the story. Don't let coffee come up your nose.

See it all started with mere minutes to go on my shift today that someone called Rachel in produce. Problem: there are two Rachel's in produce. Both working today. I thought that it was the other Rachel and apparently she thought that it was for her too, but it was my little brother calling saying that once I got off to go to Smitty's.

So I did. Idiot was eating more barbacue sauce than chicken wings so I made a few bets with him, he went through with the first one, but not the second. Eh, then eventually we started taking about sanity, and how he did have some. He was impressed with how many syllabes it had, I told him how many letters and that he was sane. Then he pronouced sanity somewhat like sa-a-ni-nit-ty-ee. Apparently it was really funny, I don't think that's exactly how he said it, but close enough.

The reason that apparently it was really funny is that my mom, the one who we gang up on to see if we can make her spit out her drink so that it doesn't go up her nose, let coffee go up her nose. Now you see, we'd been trying for years, at least a decade, for that to happen. And it finally did happen. With warm coffee, while taking about sanity.

Bead of water

So I was in the process of realizing something recently. I'm really bad at holding conversations. Especially with new people. Reminds me of someone; namely a fictional character, but meh. So I decided that I wanted to do something about. Problem is I really don't fully know how.

Realized something else as well. I hate feeling vunerable. Stupid little things like the admission above make me feel like that. Which I believes contributes to a lack of conversation. I'm *this* close to taking that down. Gah...

Anyway, today was part one of two of a dog aggression seminar that me and Milly (I know it should be Milly and I, but really? it's a blog) are signed up for.

Today we did nothing that I didn't already know. Mostly we did alot of work with sideholds. A sidehold, is very much like it sounds like, you get your dog to lie down, flip them on their side and pin them there. Do not try that at home, without someone to show you how it's properly done, or fully explain the reasons why you might choose to do this. I'll tell you right now, never, EVER do that as a punishment. Sideholds require a great deal of trust, and using that as a punishment is like emotionally whipping your dog. Not something done in a productive relationship.

It took Milly a full 45 minutes to an hour to settle down. While in a sidehold. That kills legs I might add. When I was first teaching her to trust me while being pinned she headbutted me so hard she made me bite through my lip. That hurt. Alot.

Anyways, after the instructor did her speel (which is similar to Darcie's, just said different, with more emphasis on different things really) I came to a conclusion. I'm probably going to be amazing with dogs if I keep working at it. I don't think I'll ever be able to apply what I've learned with dogs to children. They're actually quiet similar.

I'm going to eat supper now. Drop me a line, and after exams we should get together.

In the Everyday

So tonight my Dad spent it proving he loved me. Nothing big or flashy, in fact we definately were in his dirty, dusty work van, the blue one that used to be my Mom's.

Maybe I should start at the beginning. Sound like a good idea? So my Dad was driving me to my biweekly apprenticship in Brentwood. Half way there he realizes that he forgot his cellphone, so he asks if he can borrow my watch. Of course I say yes. So before I get out I hand over my watch and go to apprenticing. Lotsa fun tonight, there was a black lab named Mischief that didn't like the sounds from upstairs. Which is understandable, considering that during classes there is Karote going on upstairs. Lotsa banging.

To put this more in perspective, normally on the way back from Brentwood, my Dad takes the only time that it's just the two of us to tease me the whole way back. You know, about silly things that really have no importance. I'm pretty sure that's were Matthew learnt to be so annoying.

Anyway, back to the point. So I was sweeping the floor after class, and my Dad walks in, apparently we've gone late again, but I wouldn't know 'cause I didn't have my watch. So I get in the van and the first thing he does is apologize for loosing my watch. First thought through my head *it's just a watch* closely followed by *how am I supposed to get to class on time now?* which is countered by *I'll just half to sit in the cafeteria and watch the other people in my program.*

So I've concluded that it's just a watch, a good watch, but just a watch. And thus not a big deal. Not at all what my Dad thinks if how he kept going on about being sorry, and how it wasn't alright that he'd lost it.

So he had a job in Brentwood that he had to go and look at, and that took a while. When he got back he asked how much the watch had been worth, and were I got it. I had happened to get it out in Langford on a fluke of a day. Then he promised to go out and get me a new one from where I'd gotten it. He also explained that he'd gone out for supper while waiting for me, and that's when he thinks that the watch had fallen out of his pocket. So I thought, no big deal, I'll phone the resturtaunt tomorrow, and see if they have it. Dad countered saying,"No, I'll go there myself." He then proceeded to say about how we'd get up early tomorrow before I needed to go to school, and go to that resturtaunt for breakfast.

It was all incredably sweet. I mean, I had decided that it was just a watch and that I could get a cheap one somewhere in Sidney till I had time to get a better one. The sweetest thing? He promised to charge the people whose place we were at more, that way they'd pay for the watch. He really didn't need to do that.

Moral of the story? Don't make salad before taking off fur covered clothing.

The concrete flower

So I was waiting until something epic happened to update this. Nothing that epic has really happened. I managed to finally give two people their Christmas presents though. I got to read a book in return. I've finished said book during the time that I should have been studying for a midterm.

Meh.

Right before my midterm in another class the teacher was all "we have to get through a whole class time of slides in half the time so we can have a disscussion!" Needless to say nobody really talked much, and many people were massaging hands. Made my brain overload so that I had trouble concentrating. I hate it when teachers do that.

Actually something epic did happen! Well, it might not seem epic to you, but that's ok. I was outside with my dog in the backyard this morning, and she was fetching the ball. Then she saw a dog. What normally happens at this juncture is that she goes running up and down the fence growling and sometimes barking. This is the epic part. She didn't. Well she did for all of ten seconds, until she saw her ball and picked it up from where she had dropped it. Then she came when I called her. Even though there was a dog there. And she knew I had no chance of catching her. Put me on top of the world that she finally thinks I'm more important than trying to run off another dog.

"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."

"Reality is just a big, ugly monster, and I don't believe in monsters."

So I was thinking, and that does happen alot for those of you thinking otherwise. Anyway. Maybe I kinda wanna start my spycell up again? What say you? All I need now is a day, a place, and oh all the time needed. I'm mostly worried about time.

In everything. Not just this, have you ever noticed, sometimes you're rushing through your day just to catch up on yesterday? I think I was doing that alot. I've decided that I don't care anymore. Yesterday can deal with it's self, I've got tomorrow to look at now.

So I'm pretty much on top of my school work. It feels great. I haven't been this on top of it in a few... many weeks. Meaning I should go to stay on top of it. I just finished this really big essay is what that means. And I don't wanna go through that stress again. Gah!

By the way, the reason that there is so many quotes on the last post is because I was looking for this one quote in paticular. And I couldn't find it. But looking for quotes for this one? I found it. How annoying. This is the quote that you can blame it all on.

“The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can't do." Walter Bagehot

Why this shouldn't be a post

“Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.” -John Wooden

"There is no greater joy in this life than doing what you have been told you can not do."

So I went to my agility trial, and it was great. We never Q'd but that's ok, because it wasn't a real trial. Milly decided that Hoopers wasn't her thing and that horse excrement was that much more interesting. I can kinda see her point, I mean were's the fun of just running through a bunch of hoops? With the other classes there's jumps, or tunnels, or the contact equipement to some variation. But to just run through hoops? And the fact that we don't get to practice that at all...

Any way. I didn't get any pictures. I got two videos though. Out of four runs. Good times.

“The higher up you go, the more gentle you have to reach down to help other people succeed.” -Rick Castro

“If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this?” -Abraham Linclon

So there was a new X-man today finally. It's been so busy that until the flashback at the beginning I didn't remember what had just happened. I'm talking about the cartoon just to let you know... some good times. We had sasuages and crackers, and orange juice. I was hungry.

“I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.” Churchill

"There are three sides to every story, yours mine and the truth."

Anyway, hoped you enjoyed the quotes... it's really cold and I have to work on a project due tomorrow.

‘“But the plans were on display…”_“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”_“That’s the display department.”_“With a torch.”_“Ah, well the lights had probably gone.”_“So had the stairs.”_“But look, you found the notice didn’t you?”_“Yes…I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sigh on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.”’ - ‘Hitch hikers guide to the galaxy’ by Douglas Adams

“Some men are Baptists…others Catholics…My father was an Oldsmobile man.” -Ralphie, A Christmas Story

“Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short. But when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

I know... probably too many quotes... but I like them all. And there's more where that came from :)

So I still have my mass amounts of projects to complete, but I've come to a bit of a standstill considering my printer won't work... which means I should be figuring out a way to get it to work, but I don't really want to at the current moment.

This Sunday Milly and I are entered into a Fun Trial. For those who don't know what that is, it's an Agility Trial except when you successfully pass the course you don't get points to a title. To title you must move up through two or three ranks, and at each rank go through three courses successfully. For the type of course you're trying to rank in. Did I mention there's more than one type?...

Anyways, that's what's going on right now, and how I'm spending my Sunday, in a horse barn, surrounded by dogs.

“Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.” -Henry Ford

“Do something everyday that you don’t want to do. This is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.” -Mark Twain

Not that they're gonna have anything to do with the following post. Why would I do that?

Did you know that Mark Twain wasn't the authors real name? I don't know what it was, and I'm too lazy to look it up. Mostly cause I am waiting for other things to load. It's been a while now hasn't it? Sad thing is that I still don't have a spot for a title. Depressing, right? Just nod and smile at the retorical questions. There you go. Wait, you weren't smiling. That's better.

I has nothing better to do... or I have so many things that I am avoiding starting one because that means having to start on another, and then to another...

That means work. Which I have to go and do now. The whole point of this post was to say that I'm back. Did I make my point?