spoiled chinese girl

Off to ride the Toronto Islands in a little bit, round and round and round we'll go. Started my job search last night by acquiring a neat little laser printer. Now to aquire myself a cute fax machine and I should be set.

Oh, and to all two of you who are wondering what I'm considering for a career change, I highly doubt piercing will be it. Mostly because of the traumatic experience that follows. All the piercings with CBR's already existed, I just stretched them to 14g a few weeks ago. The two barbells were the new piercings done 2 nights ago. Oh, this was done on Brandon (a.k.a. BrandonTheTool) if you're wondering.

i needed to park my car in a covered parking lot. and found a spot for it, then went to meet someone in an office somewhere to pick up a unicycle and some extra stuff.� i met up with a girl who was getting her school report back, and grabbed some piles of sheets and a stapler off the table after she spoke with her instructor.� we went back to the hood of her car where she began to collate her report, it was like 10 copies of a three page report that wasn’t collated or bound and she was doing it now.� i guess i helped her edit it or something because she gave me a copy that she quickly stapled together, and i noticed she put the pages backwards so the biblography/work cited list was on top, the report was in the middle and her cover page was on the bottom.� also she didn’t jog the sheets together so the edges were sticking out in different angles when it was stapled.

my car was boxed in with two other vehicles. one car that parked across, then this wheeled contraption that seemed to hold elementary school gym equipment.� i wheeled the gym equipment across the parking lot and “parked” it across 2 parking spots, then the owner of the car came back and we pushed the car together into it’s own parking spot.� but i had to go to the bathroom.

i didn’t want to go back into that office for the bathroom, and i was questioning whether they actually had one in there.� so instead i went over to where they were building/rebuilding another end of the lot.� i ended up talking to this guy about the simpsons, and while he was working on a celing with another guy he kept asking me the character names to explain to his partner.� like he was saying the husband and wife was bart and marge, and i had to correct him saying it was homer and marge.

then i went to the bathroom which was just installed.� i slipped on something and ended up with dust/dirt all over my hands, and i coudln’t get up until i grabbed the doorframe of the bathroom which was covered in wet paint (that was white).� i was disgusted until i realized i was wearing gloves and none of the dirt was actually on me, and threw them in the garbage.� the garbage can was full of takeout or other food containers.� the handicapped stall in the bathroom had a toilet where it looked like someone dumped their pasta dish (ravoli?) in and didn’t flush it down.� the second looked like a whole lot of paper towel and used table napkins from lunch.� the sinks were covered in plastic.

I just stuck a sharp pointy object into someone. on purpose.

Last night's PPV was awsome. Twas funny that I arrived with beer just as the party that was already residing was heading out to get beer. I'm so happy that both of my predictions (generally based on how hot the guy was, and nothing on their weight, skill level, track record or reach was ever considered) were correct. Then to make fun of those who were fence-sitting or flip-flopping, generally because they went from the winner to the non-winner.

I also had the bright idea of not leaving until 3am. Getting home at like 3:20. Then spending the next 40 minutes setting up MySpace pages for a couple projects. Yay! MySpace! /sarcasm. (So I got to bed at 4am, and popped awake at 9am)

Anyways, I think I'm going to start getting heavily bruised this week. And my ears may forever hate me. But for now I will be going to the gyme to work off the cookies I ate for breakfast, then seeing about playing the role of piercer to a very drunken idoit. (who's IAM page is expired so he can't read this anyways. haha)

P.S. Anyone know how to get in contact with mal? I thought his website was mal-content.com (edit: Nick found him for me, it's mal-content.net) but unless he became a clothing company that ain't it, and I just realized I never had his e-mail address.

So today was nice. I dropped off my ROE at the office in the morning (I totally could have done it last night, I litterally just needed to put it into a box and leave, I thought I had to register it with someone.) Then headed downtown. Worked some production magic for BodyArtPro and discussed my holiday work schedule and holiday pay. Sweet. Double-time-and-a-half* to work any of the days during Easter weekend.

Headed to RyeHigh to pick up my cheque for selling books like over a year ago and was pleasantly surprised at the amount, but not thrilled with the long wait. Went to Ginger2 to grab food and since I'm no longer on a student budget I got something more substantial than the tofu sub (which I still love). During the 3pm lunch I basically set up a meeting to meet with the I guess owner of the digital copy places that's interested in a new manager of one of their stores to turn it around.

So I'm scared out of my mind right now, because everyone's been telling me to go for it & I have nothing to lose. I agree. That doesn't mean I'm not scared out of my mind, which is a good thing because if you're not scared, it's not worth doing. But still. My mom yelled at me because she thought I was going to take my time looking for a job, not suddenly have an interview shoved in my face less than a week after I was “dismissed”.

Tomorrow includes preparing, doing this lunch-meeting/interview, going to the gyme, and hopefully unicycle club. Unless I get a ring about checking out what the deal is with FACT.

Moblog pic of the day: Broken skate decks stapled to a utility pole. “We Kill You.cjb.net“

*2.5 (double time and a half) x $0 is still $0 apparently!