spoiled chinese girl

I watched Monsters Inc a few hours ago when it was on CBC. I always loved that movie. Watched it in theaters when it first came out. Bought the DVD for a friend of mine to watch at his house. Then when we stopped being friends I downloaded it to watch it some more.

One thing I noticed today that I never noticed any of the other times (likely because I didn't know it existed back then) Where Boo finally goes home, and she starts handing Sully a bunch of toys. He tucks her in and hands her a Finding Nemo doll. Finding Nemo came out like a year or so later!! So this was just a cute little secret thing I figured out now that I never knew existed before. I already know that in the closing credits for Finding Nemo, they have a bunch of the characters interact with the text (swimming through it, getting hit by it) and there's a part where Mike swims through wearing snorkling gear. But this is the first time I saw it the other way around.

The sucky part about watching this movie is what it brings back. I miss him. Only because he's not in my life anymore, and I still think about him. Not every day, I've gotten past that, but enough. I think the last time I saw him was a year ago. I suddenly wanted to call him, and got through, and we became friends again for a month. I somehow/stupidly got him and his girlfriend back together, and he (once again) dropped me. I called a few weeks ago actually too. And got someone else on the phone. But they knew I wanted to talk to him. And gave me a new number. I never called this new number though. I don't know if I want to. Part of me thinks I should, just to say hi & how's it going. Other part thinks I'm an idoit who doesn't know how to let go. But it's hard to let go of something you've never had. I'm definately a different person than I was 5 years ago. But part of me still wants to be 18. Back when it was acceptable to attempt and eat a 10lb Toberlone chocolate bar (and for the most part I did, it took me about 2 months), and buy DVD's when I didn't own a player, and go to the gym for 4 hours just so I could wait for him to get off work.

I went to my first BME bbq with him. And he wasn't the only person there without (and didn't want) piercings and tattoos. He saw suspensions up close before I did. He still owes me like $300 from a loan that's now at least 3 years old. I used his points card so he could get free flights faster. I bought his daughter a birthday present (and his girlfriend didn't even think of that) when he finally was going to meet her for the first time.

I always liked guys that act like jerks. I never figured out why.

I *FINALLY* have hours posted at my new job. I can say I work for them, instead of just getting trained by them! Stupidity though. I did my training sessions like two weeks ago, therefore anything I did I've likely forgotten. And my hours SUCK. Hopefully they'll get better once I prove that I can handle it all by myself instead of having someone hover over me checking up on how I'm doing everything. 4 hour shifts. I can't believe I'm stuck doing 4 hour shifts.

Either way, the more shifts I do, the longer the shifts become, the closer I am to getting a bright shiny new unicycle! By the amount I'm willing to spend, divided by the payrate per hour, by the average hours I'm working, it should take me about 2-3 weeks to pay for it all by myself. Yippie!… Then comes the little yet extremely expensive unicycle I'll have to save up for afterwards. Hopefully the christmas rush will be nice to me and I can work on a continious basis for the time after exams.

P.S. I'm now off to mail a burrito. Hopefully they don't think its full of crack.

Little to no sleep. Thirty pages of a report written in 6 hours, mainly by me because I don't trust half my group, and the other quarter decided to have a hissy fit and not show up. We're nice though, he printed/binded and handed it in for us, so his name stayed on the report. Anyways. Arrive at home at 4am. Sleep until 9am. I go home for the night and didn't see my mom at all. Studied from about 10am until 1pm. Midterm at 3pm. Walked my ass and my unicycle to Vistek, including one attempt at riding which resulted in a semi-successful curb-drop, then having Phil steal my unicycle to show off during the travelling to Lucky Devil. Tyler's in town! I forgot that “Going to Jill's shop” meant visiting Jill. So no movie for her. Anyways, I can hop, even with a backpack on my shoulders. I tried jumping off a curb but that didn't go so good. I want to try jumping onto a curb because that sounds safer. Scaffolding is my friend. I don't have “days” where I can achieve the impossible, I only have “moments” and once that moment's passed, that's probably going to be it for the night. Phil tried to trade seats but that didn't work, so instead he jacked mine up higher by probably an inch or two. AMAZING difference. ONE INCH. Once I got used to the fact I was up higher, I was freemounting and riding at least 10 feet every time, with longest distances being probably around 30. “Mommy”-Jill cooked up a mean pasta dish (from nothing!) that had no trace of dead animal, that I still really enjoyed. And watching Law & Order didn't work, it became Friends, then That 70's Show, and finally Wife Swap where we did nothing but laugh at the loud-mouthed little fat kid who refuses to dress himself and ate nothing but chicken nuggets while watching TV and playing video games. Then I walked home. And had homeless people ask me to ride my unicycle and keep my change in my pants. Anyways, I'm going to go update my REAL site now.

Just came home from totally not passing a test. That's okay though, because I'm cool enough to be able to take a failing mark of a hit on my permentant record. Teachers should not give extra reading, for the simple fact that not everyone has access to the internet. Sure I can't really use this excuse, but someone should!

I will be running around the floor I'm supposed to be managing soon in order to get to “meet” more of these d*** residents that I havn't really had time to meet yet. Then I sit and wait for someone to drop something off for me. AFTER THAT I need to head to a members committee meeting because I still havn't gone for THAT yet either. This job sucks harder than I'd ever realized. Especally since I don't even see the benifit of my hard work (I don't get paid, it's taken out of my rent, which I don't pay for) so BAH!

Of course, this means I can't go riding with Phil, who complains that there's no one to go riding with. Completely ignoring the fact that I CAN'T RIDE, I would have gone otherwise! (And if I actually had my unicycle!) I should by the end of the week (Midterm season is upon me) so whatever. Today rules for weather. Why am I indoors so much of the freaking time?

I am employed at HBC's The Bay at Yonge & Bloor. Or so I would think. Yet I have no hours for this week, and I have no hours for next week. What, they want to just have me for the 2 weeks before Christmas eve? Whatever, I don't really care, this gives me more time to go to the gym. And I still already get discounts on stuff. But still, I want to see paycheques in my bank account!

I ever so slightly changed my IAM page. I'm tired of looking at it different every time I go to a new computer. So I've fixed the width of the layout. Sorry to anyone who for some reason still runs on a 640×480 resolution! But this makes my life easier as I bounce regularly between 800×600 – 1200×800 or whatever it is.

I rock at unicycle club. I can hop forever and a day. Still. And Phil makes fun of me for it. Still. At least I can drive Hahaha. That was super mean. Anyways, I'm seriously considering buying 2 more unicycles. I seriously need a 24″ kind of muni-unicycle for commuting and off road purposes, mostly so I can go faster, and will have a longer seat post. It's all about the seat post. Then I “need” a 20″ trials unicycle to perfect my technique of “jumping on shit” so I can enter the TOque games in March. See, the first isn't that bad, I can get one off ebay, but easier still would be to get one from Darren Bedford cuz it'd be faster, and I could get a colour other than black. (But don't worry, I'm NOT getting pink!) It's the second one I'm worried about. Ryan's friend just bought a new trials unicycle last night, and it looks like one that I would want, and I heard the amount the cheque was being written for. HOLY CRAP.

Well, it's not all that bad though. I just got a call from a bank I haven't dealt with since highschool. This particular branch that called me I probably haven't dealt with since I was a pre-teen. Their “last known address” for me was my address for my first year of university. Apparently I have a dormant account there that I haven't used in a “long long time.” That has something like 90 dollars in it. So, off to talk to my mom, and to drive me there, to close the account, and extract this money that is “Rightfully mine”?? Hey, I'm 20% of the way there for my new trials unicycle!

Finally, I'd like to publically thank ServMe for helping me set up my blog. Because I know how to play the girl card. (But not for lifting and heavy stuff like Caroline told me I should for) but instead, for technological crap that's beyond my comprehension. I'm an HTML feind, but that's all I've really learned how to do! I remember when I would laugh at people who couldn't tell the difference between a line and a paragraph break. Ah… those were the days.