spoiled chinese girl

Check it. I got my first sponser. FRIEDKITTEN.COM is the first offical sponser of lilfunky1.com corporation and affiliates (including lilfunky1.unicycles, lilfunky1.bmx and lilfunky1.blog) Cost is your silly stickers and postage to Toronto Canada. As apparntly what Russel Peters thinks a chinese person would say…“Be a man!”

Anyways. Me wanting to become a model is one of those fantasy pipe dreams. Watching “America's Next Top Model” however makes me think that industry is insane. Not to mention I hate wearing makeup. But I'm working on the body of a model for the hell of it. Why not, right? We can say it's for “health” reasons, but let's face it. I want to look hot. With or without clothes on. Therefore at the gym today I “ran” (on the elliptical trainer) my little heart out. It felt great. I don't feel winded at all.

I had my interview yesterday. I signed myself in at 2:50pm, and signed myself out at 4:30pm. I'm hoping that's a good thing, they were great people, the job is pretty much exactly what I want. While it's scary to think this now… it's a company I could definately see myself retiring with. I'll hear more on Friday.

Also today, as soon as I plugged in my cell phone to charge at 11am, it started ringing, and now I have an interview with a recruiting company tomorrow afternoon. Dude. A Recruiting company. They're headhunters. I'm being headhunted!!

Went shopping yesterday. MEC gift certificates unite! Thanks Meg! Bought myself a mini bell for my b*ke, a rear blinking light, and a black shiny sk8er helmet. I figured I can't go wrong for 19 bucks, even though it's not matte black like I really wanted. And 21ft of black tubular webbing, because black is the sexiest of all colours, and no one listens to me when I say buy it in bright purple.

Tea and Hot Chocolate. Spent time listening to Jon and Phil talk about everything under the sun, or stars. Fun stuff. IAM is full of very huggy people. I'm not a huggy person. So its always amusing. Thats where the quote in the title came from. I ended up unloading a Cadbury Creme Easter egg on Jon, that Phil bought for me because I just don't like them that much. We walked Jon as far south as any of us could go so he was safely on his way. Buddy system! I hugged him again, because it's weird hugging someone hello, but only giving them a handshake goodbye.

My legs were about to fall off. From there me & Phil continued talking, mostly about food and fasting, the way home. Apparntly in all it was at least an hour's walking the way we went. Stopping off at the grocery store and all so I could pick up discount easter chocolate. MMM….. discount chocolate……. Anyways, my legs were going to fall off and I'm sure Phil felt about the same. He also laughed at me for putting my two dollar purchase on my card. I hung out for a while, got a great early graduation present from Badur, and walked home. In total I personally walked at least 2.5 hours, because its an hour from the coffee place to Phil's, an hour from Phil's back to mine, and half an hour from mine to Phil's work to start this grand adventure. We never even got the pictures we needed.

Now I'm laying in bed thinking I should be doing a million other things, that dont include being naked and in bed.

P.S. Second job interview tomorrow. Whoo-hoo!

“The more you know”

Apparntly he won't read my normal blog that I update nearly every day, and instead only reads my IAM page. Forcing me to once again update for his sake into knowing what's going on in my life. Or that would be the case if I didn't visit on average three times a week. I almost live at Phil and Badur's place now. I'll “move out” when they start making me do the dishes. Apparntly I'm not even blogging properly. The proper blogs only take real news and show a new thought to it. Or they just copy and paste from other blogs. According to Badur, “How dare you have independant thought!” Anyways, for the rest of you also too lazy to click “BLOG” and read on a daily basis what's going on, here it is.

I'm trying to learn different skills on my/a/someone's unciycle. Skills including: rollback mount, side mount, idling, riding backwards, seat-in-front hopping, wheel-walking, seat-out (front or back) riding and freemounting with my right/weak foot. I tried them all last Thursday, our first day back at club. Unfortunatly many of these skills are inherently linked. To be able to land a side-mount, I need to be able to do a rollback mount. To be able to do a rollback mount, I should be able to idle. To be able to idle, I should be able to ride backwards. I can do a SIF hop, but after I hang onto something to get the seat out from under me. I can also ride standing on the pedals, and with a low seat, it almost feels like the seat is behind me while I ride. But not quite. Wheelwalking is just nuts. I just wanted to try it.

I'm bored of school. I've gotten one callback/interview and two absoloute reject letters. We all apply for the same positions, so there's no catty remarks like “Hey, I'm applying so you're not, right?” We also don't try to rub in each others' faces who's got interviews where, and who's been hired where. It's just good business. I hope I get the job with the company I interviewed with, it would be a perfect location for me to stay home a year or so & save up for a place of my own and pay off my “whips” (included under that banner are cars, unicycles and bikes).

I need to overhaul my website. But I'm too lazy. I sort of know what I want, but seeing as it's the end of the school term I have no time to do it. But it's nearly impossible to organize properly because everything I want to put on there is so utterly diverse and ODD. I can't seem to organize piercings/ tattoos/ suspensions/ BME events/ webdesign/ unicycles/ bikes/ rollerblades/ cars/ boats/ pets/ rugby/ taekwon do… in written/pictoral/video formats. I also need to get my scanner working and scan all my photos from YONKS ago, back when I had film, and loads of it. Mostly pictures of Rugby, TaeKwonDo & Max. I need my life in digital format.

I've suddenly wanted to become a famous model. I think part of it is wishful thinking based on the idea of “If I were a model right now, I wouldn't have to write my paper.” Which would be fine by me. I've been regisiered with OMP for a few months, but have no particular pictures that would be worth my time or their time to post. I think part of this is mainly from my morbid curiousity with my cousin who's diehard wish is to become a model or actress, and visiting her site. I don't think she can sing, and I don't think she really can act (both based on videoclips on her page) Her webpage stinks, as do the quality of the majority of pictures, as well as the videoclips that are shown. I'm sure I could have done better. And I also keep thinking how hilarious it would be if I became a model or whatever before she does, without starving myself to be razorthin.

That's it. Go away.

Saturday was amazing. I rudely woke up Badur to start my brunch excursion with Phil, rudely waking him up as well because I forgot to call first. We tooled around on our unicycles, hit up a few bike shops, had breakfast, then headed to a gallery where I get introduced to everyone as the “Print Broker/Print Designer/Person helping me design invites” I got to witness memories I've never posessed. It was cool and amazing and moving.

Picked up a well-dressed Jill and headed home to plan dinner, stopping for more tooling around on unicycles. Picked up foodstuff for dinner and smoothies. Took maybe 20% the time as it did last week, mainly because we found those d*** edememe(sp?) beans that drove Phil nuts last time. Heard of Marty driving in for a visit. Once back “home” met up with a Nathan and Marty and female companion Sara(h).

Talks and eats happening. Sat around revisiting old memories, and experiencing new memories. Found out we're the only honest group of people left on the planet. There's nothing fake about anyone sitting in that living room. Unlike the large majority of the world, we are exactly who we say we are, whether you like it or not. There's just one last thing I have to say about Saturday. It should happen more often. Once I learn how to work Marty's back though. That was a failure unto itself, but my thumbs really really hurt!

Other than the stories told and repeated that I will never mention on my page, my favourte conversation of the night:
Marty: Alright Phil! Show me some tricks on that unicycle!
Phil: Jill?
Jill: Ange?
Me: Nathan?
Nathan: Alright fine, I was the end of the chain!
Marty: What?? All of you can ride that thing?!?

Oh so true. Too funny as well. I'm taking an internet marketing course at school. And the group assignment/project is to take an internet company, and profile it (what they do, how they got there, where they're going). And I've worked with the same few people for the past 3 years. And whenever I made a suggestion about topics for projects, I always got shot down. Therefore, I'm sick of making suggestions, and just demanded this time. I've got one supporter who's laid back and never cares what happens, then my “arch nemisis” who always shoots down my ideas. Well Mister Arch-Nemisis was just informed that I'm picking the company we're profiling, and he can't do anything about it. I also e-mailed them both saying in effect: “I know you guys aren't interested in piercings and tattoos, but I don't care. I've had to do topics I'm not interested in for the past 3 years, it's your turn to not know what the topic is about!”

Skeptism or not, I've already started (and I'm almost done for fsck's sake) so we're doing my project. Oh, if you're wondering, I'm profiling BMEshop.com Which means I also sent a message to Ryan & Corrie telling them I'm revealing company secrets. Hahahahaha. I'm sure they won't mind

Either way, I don't mind. I get to surf BMEshop all day long, and write a 10 page report on why they're such an effective internet company. I mean, I do own probably half of what they sell.