The end of another year
Today marked the final day of classes for myself and fellow college students. It was a long year, but at the same time it flew by.
For me both semesters were comparable to day and night. First semester re-invigorated my passion for not only school, but for journalism as well. I had come out of first year a little jaded about my future prospects. Classes such as Page Design allowed me to have a little hope that maybe something else was out ther for me. Second semester was a different story.
There wasn't a course that truly stuck out in my mind that I was enthusiastic about. I enjoyed radio, but I didn't have a passion for it, as much as I did for Design class. The classes where Ihad to write, namely featurey, magazine-like stories, ended up being of no interest to me. I had little motivation from my instructor to perform. From most of my instructors, I should say. I didn't feel that necessary connection that I need to make me feel like I want to do the work. If I get in the mindset of not liking the teacher, I end up becoming quite lazy and lackluster in my performance.
Leaving this year is somewhat bitter-sweet. While I am quite happy to be done the academic aspect of it all, I think I'll miss the social part of my school. The everyday interaction is what ended up getting me motivated to get to class each day.
Regardless of how much I like my classmates or not, I tried to make somewhat of a connection with them and I feel I did that. I'm happy with my social success and I feel I've added people I can atleast chill with if the need came down to it.
Academically, I'll await my final grades with some tension as I am totally not sure how I did. My personal level of effort was at an all-time low and I feel it'd be reflected in my marks. I hope for the best, will probably be happily suprised and my constant worrying will be for not as is the case, usually.
Happy Summer.
Peace.
Jays Game
Tonight I had a night out courtesy of a friend of mine who works at the Roger's Centre (formerly SkyDome) and can get tickets (and pretty awesome ones at that). Her best friend had to work so she wasn't able to attend, so I got asked. How special, yes?
Another friend of hers cancelled for last minute work reasons, so it ended up being myself, her and another friend. I was forewarned about this friend. I was told she was crazy and hyper and somewhat annoying. However, when I met her she was a little bouncy, but not at all annoying. I got along fine with her and had a nice time.
Anwyays, the game was a pretty good one. The Jays beat the Orioles 8-2 and now are in 2nd place outright (i think) in their division! Go Jays! I'll post 1 pic of the game in progress (as seen from our awesome seats, 20 rows back from 3rd base), but that is all unfortunately.
Peace.
An up close and personal Eureka! moment...
Have you ever had one of those moments where you realize something so significant about your life or a particular situation and it just comes out of nowhere?
Tonight I had one of those moments. It was at work, doing another mindless factory job, when I suddenly realized I was happy with myself. Everything seems to be in a certain perfect place and I truly realized I had nothing to worry about.
This all may change in a few weeks time when I finally receive my marks, determining if I continue on in the course or decide to pursue other options, but since I'm so happy, it doesn't bother me. I've been looking to become happier or more confident with who I am as a person for quite some time now and it just shocks me how that realization could come at a time where I would least expect it.
I feel changed, somehow. It feels as if I can take on whatever battles I have to face, with ease. I'm ready for anything now; bring it on.
Peace.
w00t!
For those of you who are observant, you can see at the top of my blog, the clock ticking down. It's ticking down to the day I get to go to the 311 Concert at the KoolHaus!!!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D
That's right folks, pre-sale tickets went up today, and I snatched 'em!
I bought 2 because I simply must go with someone. If I can't find a real fan I'll drag someone down with me; even if it means I have to not get my money for the ticket.
It's GA so I can get as close as I want. This time I'm also bringing my camera so I can get a tonne of pics. No way in hell I'll be regretting not bringing it as I do with the Metric concert.
August 12th here I come!
Peace. :D
Quiet: I'm reviewing
Saturday evening I spent with my two friends Alex and Kashaf, watching the movie Silent Hill. I'll try to keep it short, if that's ever possible.
Ok I'd like to say that I've never played the Silent Hill video games, but I have heard of them and their freakiness.
The movie essentially begins with the mother Rose worrying over her child Sharon's nightmares where she sleepwalks and talks of this place called Silent Hill. Eventually she takes Sharon to the town and events happen where the child disappears and she has to go find her.
I'm not going into detail here, so I'll say that all the characters and whatnot that Rose has to deal with in searching for her daughter are incredibly realistic feeling, even though they aren't necessarily realistic looking (i.e You'd never see anything like them on the streets). So for the graphics of the movie are incredible, although at some points the paint deteriorating off the wall and events similar to that, get a little over done and it's clear it was done on computer.
The acting by Jodelle Ferland, who plays the child Rose and also the evil hellion Alessa, is superb for the most part. She shines when she's playing Alessa though. Radha Mitchell, who plays Rose, also did well. I felt her fear and her need to have her daughter back. She also took on a Rebecca Romajn Stamos-as-Mystique- type look (minus the blue skin/red hair), towards the end of the movie. She looked good, is what I'm trying to get at I guess.
The cop, as played by Laurie Holden, stands out like a sore thumb early on the movie. The character is way too upfront and just weird as she's inspecting Rose's car and then following after her to arrest her later on. It was all too weird and distracting for me. She became less annoying as they were in Silent Hill, though.
Overall I would say that this movie was the freakiest one I've seen in a very long time. I wasn't scared, but it made me cringe. That's no small feat in my books. Everytime the alarm in the city went off, signalling that the darkness would be taking over, I would have to prepare myself to see something gross.
I loved this movie even though I didn't play the video game. I would recommend it to anyone interested in this type of film, for sure. Also, there's clearly going to be a sequel; atleast there better be!
Peace.
Umm..Yeah...About those TPS Reports...
Hello to all those in the "blogosphere". This is my first point since Wednesday evening, but it feels like forever. It's weird how something as simple as writing a daily-ish blog can become so apart of the daily schedule. I feel like it's a necessity now to contribute something, but at the same time, I don't want to contribute pure drivel (which I know I have, but hey, I'm not the only one!). So with that, I'll move on to my drivel-less post.
I'd like to start off saying that I'm a little less freaked out at the amount of work I have left, simply because much of it I don't have to do this weekend.
Mmmkay...So on Thursday I had cleanup, which is basically going over the paper before it gets sent out to the presses, and even though I didn't do much in the way of "real work" it ended up being quite the tiring. In papers they have little boxes at the bottom saying "see: p.5 Fire story" or whatever, but with our paper, my friend redesigned it earlier in the year to have the "throws" at the top of the page above the name of the paper. Whoever was designing this didn't seem to remember that fact. So a classmate of mine had to redesign the front page, this left a rather large box of nothing at the bottom right hand corner of the page. Upon suggestion from another classmate, we decided to get a loose-picture for the space-filler. So me and the girl drove up to Danforth Road and got a couple on a patio who had just finished up their drinks and were enjoying a glass of wine. Perfect. I didn't bother getting their info because the girl who drove me was ever so kind enough to do it for me. So yeah, we put that on the front and I was happy to get the credit for it! :P
Thursday night I made the final touches to my World Religions essay. I didn't do much else, other than try to contact people for a potential article I want to write for magazine class. I could've gone go work, but meh, I didn't.
Friday I handed in the essay. After that we had our final test of the year. It was on Buddhism, Islam, Christianity and Judaism. I thought I did okay. After when we were marking our classmates tests, I found out that I got mine handed back to me to mark. Score! So I gave myself a few extra marks needless to say. I only went from a 13.5/20 to a 15.5/20, so nothing too dramatic.
After religions, I went with two girls from my class who always take the paper out for delivery. I find it pretty fun; better than sitting in the lab doing nothing that's for sure. So yeah, after we got back I went to the final Observer meeting and then went to my friend Alex's house as he was to be my interviewing subject.
After I got there and settled in, we did the interview. It lasted nearly 40 minutes, which is above the 30 she required. The subject matter wasn't that great, but whatever. Remember, I'm aimin high for that passing 60 per cent here.
About 7pm-ish I decided to make the effort to go home. I left his house and am walking up the street and I hear a muffled, "Bailey! Bailey!" I think, oh shit, I forgot my keys or something so I look back and dont see Alex. I look up higher and in the front window of his house is his Dad waiving to me, then he flashes me the peace sign. OMG, that was the most weirded out I've felt in my life. I got to the bus stop and had to call Alex and tell him what happened, he laughed his ass off. It's weird because Bailey is my last name, and he must've heard Alex saying it, or maybe I was introduced to him as it. Still, weird though.
Needless to say I didn't do much else that night. I ended up going to bed at 11pm, which is hella early for me.
Tonight (saturday) I went and saw Silent Hill. I shall give a seperate review on this tomorrow, as this blog is way too long.
Peace.
9 Days Left
I am approaching the finish line of my 2nd year of my program and man, this final push is going to be entirely too tedious.
With 9-days left in the year I have to do the following:
World Religions Essay - Due: April 21 - Done.
World Religions Final Test - On: April 21 - Worth 20% of final mark - 3 tests make up 60% :(
1000 Wd. Magazine Article - Due: April 24 - Technically haven't started yet.
Interviewing Class Interview (hopefully) - April 25
(Go to work on April 25 as well)
1000 Wd Question/Answer Magazine Article - Due: April 26 - Will finish on Friday evening.
Annotated Copy of 1000 Wd. Magazine Article - Due: April 28 - Will hand in with Article
World Religions Mosque Site-Visit Presentation - On: April 28 - Out of my hands at the moment
1000 Wd. Interviewing article - Due: April 28 at latest
So yeah, this is what I have to look forward to for the next week and a half or so of my life.
I am about ready to literally pull my hair out of my head. The hardest part of all this is that, since I'm not interested in really doing this work, I'm having trouble getting motivated to get it done. However, I want to come back next year because I don't want 2 years of my life to be for not, as it were. It will get done, I'll tell you that much. It will get done.
I can easily do everything on this list, but the most daunting one would have to be the 1000 wd magazine article that is due on April 24. I am not aiming high (60% is the pass mark and I intend to be right there).
Okay so with that, I leave saying that my next 9 days will see limited blog activity, aside from monitoring the comment page(s). If I post more than 2 blogs in the next 9 days then it will be painfully obvious that I am not doing my work. Unless of course in my blog I have a really good reason for not doing so :).
With that I'm out.
Peace.
p.s. - I have a countdown thing too now :P - My birthday is approachin'! w00t
Plethora of Pets
Okay so here are my three dogs and my cat:
This is the oldest, Pepper at about 7 1/2 years old. She's a mixed Chihuaha/Doberman Pinscher. She's also the mother of the next two.
This is Hercules, he's about 6 years old or so. He's the "alpha-male" of the three dogs but he's the biggest wuss of them all.
This is Angel. She's the most timid of the three. She's also about 6 years old. In the pic she looks like such a diva I had to use it.
The final pet of mine you get to see is Maggie. She's 8 years old or so. She loves having her photo taken, always getting into poses if I pull out the camera.
Well that's that.
Peace.
And it all just fades away...
Well, another season is officially over for the Toronto Maple Leafs.
It started off on October 5, 2005 versus the Ottawa Senators in a 3-2 overtime loss at the Air Canada Centre. That game saw the loss of our captain, Mats Sundin to a horrific eye injury that kept him out for quite a while.
After that game, even with the loss, the season seemed like it would be a great one. With the new rules instituted to 'make the game better', the season also seemed like it would be a high-octane, fast paced all out hell of a game.
Come November, and the game started to become less interesting to watch. I found myself not caring whether a hockey game was on or not. I'd watch it, but get distracted by some other show that came on when I went channel surfing during a commercial break. It's sad. I love my Leafs, but I lost quite a lot of interest. For this I blame the 'new game'.
I know this sounds like an excuse for the Leafs poor performance, but it's not. The team wasn't prepared to play this 'new game' and they suffered for it greatly. They had the unfortunate mess of having players not suited to the new style and a new GM who didn't know jack about running a proper hockey team.
Throughout the season, the Leafs were just not the Leafs they have been in previous years. The entire season they seemed disconnected and uninterested in playing well. It wasn't until this past week or so, when they realized their playoff chances had dwindled to what one would call 'a chance in hell of making the post season' that they bothered to play that hich-octane game we've all been watching.
It's a shame they waited too long to do this because as of April 15, 2006, the Leafs season is officially over. Yes they finally beat the Senators, and beat them handily 5-1 I might add, but their playoff fate was to be decided by another team. The Tampa Bay Lightning was that team. They beat the Carolina Hurricanes 3-2 in overtime to officially put the Leafs out of contention.
It was a sad night for Leafs fans everywhere and the playoffs, for myself anyway, will not be the same. Thanks for what entertainment you did provide us Cup-starved hockey fans in Toronto, but we'll have to wait atleast another year for that glory to be within our grasp again.
Peace.
To the future and back
As I'm approaching my 22nd birthday in just over two weeks, I'm beginning to wonder about a few things.
One such thing is, when does a person's life, specifically mine, begin to take on meaning? When do all of our experiences and our knowledge gained start working for us? I know as beings we're continously learning and evolving, but I also feel there's a turning point in a person's life where they foresee what they will accomplish.
Being that I am only 22, people will say 'oh you've hardly even experienced life yet!' and all the related sayings that come with that. I say, maybe you're right, but I've also lived what could be more than one quarter of my life and I don't see where it's going yet. I think of things in my past, and very few experiences spring to mind as meaningful or useful to who I am today, or who I want to be tomorrow.
As a fellow blogger friend, who shall remain nameless * ;) * pointed out, many people my age haven't accomplished much at all. We haven't all cured diseases, run marathons or created some awesome new invention.
The one thing I think we can say we've done though is, we've been, for the most part of our lives, blissfully ignorant to what's going on around us. In hindsight, as a child my life was so care free and easy going. I didn't have to worry about working, school, or my future even. All I cared about was playing baseball at recess or waking up to saturday morning cartoons every week.
I think this time of our lives was for giving us something bright to remember when we're worried about our futures. If we look back on how we were, how we'll be will be easier to manage if we maintain that youthful attitude towards life.
Peace.
Je suis très dégonflé à l'heure actuelle
Translation (hopefully not too wrong): I am very deflated at the moment. Why you ask? Well I'll tell you why.
Today after I got home. We (my mom and dad) went to this Dealers/Muffler place we know on Kingston Rd. to check out their used car selection. We've dealt with these guys before and they seem really up front with their customers, nothing like what one would hear on TV.
I saw a couple I liked, but as usual they were standards. I
could learn it, but I really don't have the patience at the time. Not to mention I'm horribly afraid of breaking my clutch and don't to have to repair it.
So yeah, I saw this GMC Jimmy on sale there. They had it up for 3,995 but the guy said he'd take it down to $2,995+taxes. Pretty good for a 96 SUV I think. I took the car for a test drive and the shocks and breaks clearly needed work. He said he'd replace the front two shocks for free for us. Damn cool.
We took down the info and when we got home my Mom called the insurance place. She got the machine, but when we were out (again), they called and told my Dad that it'd cost about 4G for the year!! Bah!!!!! That's like $333/month, which I don't have, I should say, wont have when I have to go back to school again in September.
This was a major buzz killer. No matter what car I choose to get, it likely wont be in my affordable range. I remember a girl in my class saying how her Mom was the "owner" of the car and the insurance was under her. I might try this because otherwise I'm in something called "category 1" when I neede to be in "category 3" to get cheaper insurance. HOW CAN I AFFORD INSURANCE UP UNTIL THAT POINT?!?!?!
I can't do much of anything tomorrow because my Mom's working, so I don't get the car. Also, I'm going to be working for 8 hours tomorrow, so it's a waste of a day really. I can't even watch the Leafs game versus the Islanders tomorrow either!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate getting score updates at work. Maybe since I'm working on my own most of the night, i'll get a mini-radio in with me somehow.
I think I'm done for tonight.
Peace.
Weekend of disconnect
This weekend...I don't know what was up, but I felt disconnected with everything.
That sentence may seem like a negative view on my life and all that, but it really isn't. I felt disconnected, but at the same time, it was great. I haven't worried about anything that's been plaguing me lately and it just seemed almost cleansing.
Aside from going to work, getting my haircut and watching the Leafs kick Philly's ASS, my Saturday was pretty uneventful. Today I guess is even less eventful haha.
Ah well, as I said, I'm actually cool with that this weekend. I feel energized to get back to school and finish my final 3 weeks. I'm feeling more confident about passing now. Only one assignment am I worried about, but that I can probably pull out of my ass and get my passing C (I hope). I cannot do this over again. I think if I don't pass, I'm probably done with Journalism.
Well for the rest of the night I think I'm going to read my book. I'm sick of seeing it on my 'Currently Reading' side panel thing. I haven't put enough time into it. I only have something like 83 pages to go too!
I'll update my music video thing too while I'm at it. What's the feedback on that? Annoy anyone? Please you immensly? (for that may I suggest new plastic bed sheets? ;) - I'm lame)
Alright.
Peace.
I want a car!
Harrrrumph! I've officially decided that I'm sick of taking the bus and I want a car to drive again!
Back in mid-November I was heading home from school one Friday afternoon. It was the first day of any kind of winter weather we had experienced. Mostly it was wet snow, but it was dark and cloudy and coming down pretty hard. I was heading into an intersection, about 100 ft. away (give or take) and I noticed the car on the other side of the road turning south. They were fine, I was just checking as I always do. When I got to near the crosswalk area they started to jut out, causing me to curse and get ready to go into the next lane if need be to get around them. I drive a little closer and they come all the way into my lane, and very slowly mind you. Needless to say I begin to press my breaks and start cussing like a truck driver. I end up sliding and crashing into them in a somewhat T-bone type pattern. All were okay.
Now here I am nearly five months later; I still have no car. I have had to take the bus to school through the dead of winter for my 1-1.5 hr trip everyday to school. Granted it hasn't been as bad as I originally thought it would be, but it is still ever so tiring for a person such as myself who had gotten used to taking a car since I was 18.
Up until quite recently I've been very apprehensive about driving the car (my mom's) to work or out anywhere really. One time I even remember driving through the intersection where I had the accident and cringing, because it subconsciously freaked me out. I had gotten to the point where I couldn't stand being at the wheel, and I was only too glad to get to where I was going so I didn't have to drive anymore. It worried me, but at the time I just wanted to be rid of the car, that was my only concern.
For whatever reason, when I went to my friend Alex's house last weekend I decided to take the highway. I've hardly taken the bloody thing, even though when I'm on it, I love it. I don't know what happened, but I found the love(?) for driving again, and from that point on, the need to get my own car again has been building.
I don't plan on getting a new one, or really expensive old one; just one that will give me the least troubles for my money. Most importantly, however, one that won't cost me a fortune in my already too expensive insurance bill.
I will get one. I must set a strict deadline for doing so, or else it'll never happen. I've actually been looking for a new (used) car for maybe about 9months or so now. I guess this blog will be the proof that I must stick to my goal of getting a car. One month from now, I hope to AT LEAST have a new car in the woodworks. There I did it.
Peace.
A little design crazy tonight
Tonight I went all out and redesigned this here blog.
I chose this blog template over another one that looked really awesome. It was of a window with rain on it. I might go to that one again, but this has all whitespace on the right side and it fits better, whereas the Rain one was darker and the white seeme distracting. The link to check out the site is on the sidebar If anyone wants to take a look.
I couldn't find many worthwhile "Blogger" templates. There were plenty of myspace ones, but either the picture wasn't appealing or the layout was questionable (all myspacey and such). This one is something similar to what I wanted originally. I was hoping to find a B&W photo print of some kind of pathway lined with trees. Those kind of pictures, in fact many B&W pictures, are intriguing me more and more. I figure soon I'll purchase one for my room; that or wait until I move out and can be more creative with my living space.
Moving on, if you've visited my blog this evening you may have realized that I moved my music video posting and put the video itself on the sidebar. I figure it's easier for me to update the site as well as not have people be bothered by many a video that are playing; instead you only have to deal with one at a time now ;).
I might tweak something here or there, but I think I'm done for the night.
Peace.
Here I go pondering again...
Today as I went to post my daily goings-on, I realised that I didn't feel the urge to do so. Not because of lack of interest or worry of something or other. I just felt the need this evening to say something a little more meaningful. So here I go:
I was never raised a religious person. My Mother was raised as High Anglican, the teachings of the Church of England, if I recall properly. Her mother was born there and obviously carried on the religious traditions of her family. My Father was born in the Caribbean, St. Vincent to be exact. He was raised as Protestant, having Irish background, it seemed only natural.
I know my mother went to church every weekend and also to sunday school as well. I'm not to sure on what my Dad did though. I don't believe he did much in the way of church though, but I may be wrong.
My mother told me many times that she wanted to raise her kids to be able to choose the path they would want for themselves; she didn't want to force that on us. I have an older brother (32) and an older sister (35). So with that upbringing I never set foot in a church. The only times were for funerals (no weddings. havent been to one).
As I approached my later teen years I felt the need to not become religious, but knowledgeable to atleast a certain extent, of other cultures and their ways. I've always been intrigued or curious why people act the way they do. One thing I hate, and though I catch myself making them, is quick, harsh judgements of the way people act. When I hear someone make a slander like that I tend to point out to them that maybe it's because this is their culture and this is why they do it..etc. If I know the person and it's light-hearted, I don't usually bother. So yeah, I enjoy knowing where people come from and why they act the way they do, whether it be religion or cultural family values.
I don't believe I will ever become a religious person, because I don't have the discipline necessary to follow through on all the restrictions that religions impose. Also, I've come to the realization that the path to true happiness is within us.
The best way to go about becoming happy at the end of your life on Earth is to live it to its full potential while you are able to. I'm not saying party or get high all the time, but just appreciate important things in your life like your family and close friends.
I want to continue to learn. Not always in a straightforward way such as reading a book, but just through my own personal interactions or my crazy thoughts that I seem to like.
I guess my main goal is to find happiness. It is not as easy as it seems, for me anyway. I think this is a goal for me now. To begin to appreciate what I have in my family and my friends and everything around me that I believe is important. Sure I'll get hurt emotionally at times, but I know I'll always have that core group of people there to support me, even if I don't talk to them about what is truly bothering me.
Now I'm off to my spiritual journey of sleep.
Peace. And quiet...at last.
Like High School all over
Today I had Radio class to start off my school day. We (group of 3) had to go live-to-air and read our own real newscast in the studio. I completely forgot about it being broadcast so no one knew. Overall I'd say we did a good job. There was a little technical difficulty with a news clip, but luckily I was sports and it didn't affect me at all :). At the end after it all, our teacher (was manning the controls) told my classmate doing the news to tell everyone that they were going to run it again. He did this, and it didn't play again. Later after we finished, we listened to our broadcast. I hate hearing my voice. Aside from that, we heard myself laughing loudly when the clip didnt play the 2nd time and the guy made a joke to say why. I don't know if I'll get penalized for it or not :S because it was so "unprofessional". I doubt I will though.
After our radio thing was over, the three of us, plus another girl from our program drove up to Timmy's to grab something to eat. We had to order "to-go" because it took longer than expected and we had our Observer meetings soon after.
Ended up getting back late. Which is cool because we saw one of the teachers/editors on her way in as we were driving up :). I told them about my War in Afghanistan thing I covered last night and they gave me a few pointers to balance it out and whatnot. After my schpiel the meeting was over and we had our Interviewing class right after.
Okay. Today in this class we had a guest speaker come in to be interviewed by a group (we all have to bring in our own speaker and interview them, then write a piece on that person). This guy was a politician from the East York area and member of the Green Party.
This interview was hella boring. I was kept amused at the start by the pogs a friend brought in from his work (YES POGS!...it's been too long. I might get nostalgic and bust out my old ones in my closet somewhere...anyway). After that I was being a little chatty with the girl next to me. We were joking around and whatnot. The teacher caught us (we're at the back of the class) and gave us the silent *shush* treatment.
I obeyed.
As the thing dragged on, we started talking up again. Nothing too loud I think, but maybe a little bit of a distraction. We got the evil eye from the teacher. And me and the girl swear she got caught mimicking our teacher as well.
We piped down but didn't stop talking.
We're going on as we have been, and finally our teacher seemingly snaps. She tells the two of us to please leave the room. I protested weakly, but she insisted we leave; so i did.
I know 100 per cent for sure that we were being incredibly rude and immature and whatnot, but it felt so weird to actually get kicked out of our college class. I wasn't even embarrassed at everyone looking at me, but just dumbfounded that I was in college and getting kicked out! You can take the opposite and say, I'm in college and shouldn't be acting so immature, but I'd say Screw you buddy ;).
I know tomorrow it'll be very awkward as I have her for first class (2hrs). I'll apologize and pull the whole I'll never do it again. She'll probably rant at the class for us not listening and all that. I don't really care anymore to be honest.
The bright side out of all this is that I got out of class at 2pm and didn't have to go straight to work because I got a ride home from the girl I was disrespekkin' the class with. Bonus!
That was my story of my eventful day, for me anyway.
Peace.
Hippies...gotta love 'em
I got up to go to school this morning and it was raining like a mofo. I put on my old winter jacket because my black cotton-cashmere one isn't very good in the rainy weather. I also had my fleece Old Navy sweater (i cant stand old navy anymore, but this sweater keeps me far too warm), a t-shirt and an undershirt on. Needless to say I was very comfortable, despite the rain.
At school I had my magazine class and my online observer class. Both were basically pointless as usual and my life may have been that much more complete if I didn't go. During Observer, however, I pitched a story I wanted to cover in the evening. It had to deal with people at a meeting who would be discussing the War in Afghanistan and whatnot. Only one of our teachers/editors showed up, but she liked the idea (for once). Looks like I would be busy in the evening.
After school I got home and was incredibly beat. I was so tempted to fall asleep, but I had to hold off the urge.
At 5:00pm-ish I drove down to the subway station. I'd then head up to Coxwell and to the library where they were having the thing. I got there early and was dicking around the library for a little bit. Come 6:30pm I headed upstairs where they were holding it.
The meeting went pretty well, I guess. There ended up being around 18 people showing up for it. It was a small room so the audience seemed bigger. Anyway they were basically people from the area there to bitch about the war and why it was happening. I was pretty interested in most of what the guy had to say. I got an interview with another journalist who was involved in the event. This turned out gold for me because I was going on the angle on how they were angry about the media not portraying the Afghanistan situation properly. After that I headed outside where I got my interview with the speaker. He had a couple more interesting things to say to add on to what he talked about before. After I finished I headed back home.
To make my story a little more balanced I want to find someone on the media side who's saying that there isn't a problem with the portrayal of the war. I'll talk about that in class tomorrow. I'll see what they ahve to say.
Anyway, when I got home at around 9pm, I found out that the Leafs game wasn't on TSN or Sportsnet, but on god damned LeafsTV. I hate LeafsTV (mostly because I don't have it =P). So flipping channels I came upon Lost in Translation on CBC. I've seen it like 3 or 4 times already but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to watch it (half of it) on TV.
So that's how I spent my evening up until now.
Peace.
Weekend Update
Since it's sunday I guess I'll blab about my weekend.
Saturday I had work as usual. My one week of no saturday was nice, but it's back to getting up at 5:45am for me. My friend Alex didnt bother waking up for work so there were no shenanigans to talk about at work on this day. I worked alone for the 5hrs because the two students we have to work with annoy me and i told them I'd power wash the air conditioners on my own.
After work, my mom picked me up and I told her I had to find a gift for her and my younger nephew. We went to Sport Chek, but found nothing for him there. We headed next door to Designer Depot to look for something for my Mom. Couldn't find anything there either. We headed over to Winners for my nephew where i bought him some Shady hoody sweater and a Sean John t-shirt. He's all in that "im a gangster" age, hopefully he'll outgrow it soon enough. We went to Futureshop where my mom bought him a mini-CD player for his room. It was the 2nd one she got him since x-mas after that one broke and they didnt bother getting us to return it. I dont know.
After we picked up my younger nephew and sister, the four of us went to Chapters on my suggestion. Here i got my mom to pick out some books for me to get her. She picked out 3. Done. I got her over with. She's far too hard to buy for, so unless I want to get her a crappy gift card, she has to pick out her own gift.
For dinner we ordered Pizza Hut's "the edge" pizza. Man this is garbage. Everytime I order from PH it's so nasty. When I go there, it's always good.
I didnt do much after taking my younger nephew and sister home. The older one stayed for the entire weekend.
Later in the night I talked to Alex and I then went over to his place for a while where we watched some MadTV and SNL. After all that, at about 12:30am-ish we went back and got some Wendy's and ate it there. The counter was closed so we had to order drive-thru and go in after. When we finished I took him home and headed home myself.
Today I managed to wake up at 2:30pm (new time). So sickening. I literally did nothing today except watch mind melting much music/much more music all day. Later in the night I managed to get it to Fox though for some quality entertainment :)
So that's that. If I have anything interesting to post I'll do it if I get bored.
Peace.
Uneventful my week hath been
No I'm not dead.
I haven't posted in a few days due to the reason that I haven't though of many things worth posting I guess.
My time's being passed easily now with having to go to school on a daily basis, which is always nice, because I can get out of the house and enjoy the company of those outside my family.
Tuesday:
It was my first day back at school. Tiring as hell because afterwards I had work to go to. So my day went from me getting up at 6:30am to getting home at 11:30pm :( (I didn't go to bed until somewhere after 3am though, I think.)
Wednesday:
After I got up I took my first shower in what felt like an eternity. I loved it! Yes, I truly did love it (haha). I went do school; did my thing there and came home.
That night LOST was on TV, as it is most Wednesdays, and my God it is an amazing show! Maybe I'll start a lost blog of some sort if I feel so inclined. Maybe.
Thursday:
I had the day off school, as with every Thursday. I got up at a relatively sane hour (before 11am) and I got food to eat and what not. After building up the energy I decided to go to the bank to clear up a situation with my Student Line of Credit. I finish my current term at the end of April and the bank requires me to prove that I am going to be a student for next year or else I can't withdraw from my SLOC after April until I eventually am able to prove it. This won't happen until either in May when I get my report card or until June/July when I get my fees statement. So potentially this means I can't withdraw for 2wks-3mths depending on how my situation goes. They weren't able to fix my situation at this branch, I had to go to my home one with the letter the head office sent me (Grrr).
Later in the day after my Mom got home, we went up to our home branch. THEY WERE CLOSED whe we got there (so angry, and tired at the same time.). Even though I was beat, I suggested we go to Home Outfitters so she could pick out a birthday gift for herself, as I have no clue what to get her. We looked around there for a bit, but she picked nothing that I wanted to give her as a gift :P
OH! As we're heading to the bank, I noticed the high school kids were getting out so late from school (4:20pm-ish when I looked). When we drove by the school I noticed a TV van parked outside with its antenna propped up into the sky. Something must have been happening we assumed, but continued driving.
On our way home from the bank, we were listening to 680News. They mentioned that two students at the school were stabbed by two others not a part of the school. This sent my Mom and myself into a little bit of panic because my Nephew, who's in grade 9, goes to this very school. I bust out my cell and I call his place to check on him. He answers the phone *THANK GOD* and doesn't recognize who I am. Knowing all is well with our family I make fun of him for a bit. He says he was in the next room where the incident occured, and that if the teacher had allowed him to go into the other room, he would have been there and witnessed it all *thanks the teacher*. All ended up being well as that scare turned to nothing. But it still means that school is crazy now. My brother and sister both attended it, and it's not for the most academic of students either.
After all that I got home and I finally finished my Radio Essay which. I was pleased with it, considering it was my first essay in about a year.
Friday:
I had to be at school early to hand in all of my radio assignments. I was. I did. Class was boring, and I cut out early, deciding to skip the Online Observer class, which I've grown to despise going to.
Well tomorrow I plan on working as usual. After that I may try to find more gifts for my mom and nephew.
Later on I plan to go and chill out at my friend Alex's place. We'll J it up, Wendy's it up. Hockey it up. Sounds like a plan to me (cuz it's cheap for once).
Alright. Maybe something interesting did happen this week...who knew?
Peace.
