lalalalalalalalalala-oi!

So I now own an iPhone.

I like it, except I creepy myself out when I use it; I'll be holding it in my left palm and using my right index finger to flip through things. The fake nails I wear right now are actually what does the creeperage; I feel like an evil antagonist in a c-grade movie.

(does any of that even make sense?)

I got pretty pissed off this weekend. My older sister invited me to come and bring some of my friends along with her and her friends out to a club. We were to pre-drink at her house. We were then going to go to a club in Kitchener, even though I suggested one that was closer so the cab would be less.

I ended getting kicked out of the club soon after I got there....

I don't care that I got kicked out of the club.

What I care about is the absolute stupidity I believe my sister portrayed. She shoved my into a taxi with a strange foreign male driver, alone, and gave him an address back to her house.

Did I have a cab buddy? Did she ask me if I had money? Did she offer to go with me? Did she know if I was going to live? Did she know if I could even comprehend what she was saying?

NO

Guess what happens?

Deanna thus becomes terrified of her driver, is incapable of any logical texting, gets sick in the car, has no clue where her cards are, can't see straight let alone walk properly, and ends up getting charged a ridiculous price that she was too scared to challenge and the dear loverly sister of mine doesn't even know which cab company she paired me with so I can't even call them to ask why I was charged the exorbitant amount.

I have no Idea how I made it into her house, or down the stairs, or to the bathroom or how I managed to remove my belt. I also don't recall sending texts at four in the morning, don't recognize half of the other ones and may have been hallucinating at one point when I thought I saw someone sitting at her laptop desk.

So What is my issue? You're thinking, yes Deanna, but you got piss drunk and that's a stupid thing to do so it's your fault and you learned a lesson; curb your alcohol intake next time.

nonononono. That's not my problem

My problem is the fact that my older sister neglected to care for me in the slightest way other than shoving me in a taxi that took me away from a place I didn't even want to go to in the first place, when she should have, as my hostess and elder sibling taken care of me. I don't care if she'd planned to meet people there or she had friends she'd leave behind--family first, they constantly remind me of that whenever I tell them I'll miss a function because of work. (a legitimate excuse)

I didn't plan on having what was worth more than my last weeks paycheque taken from my bank account either.

I didn't plan on being scared out of my wits because I thought my cabbie was going to throttle me and made me feel like I was of the lowest quality scum on the planet.

I didn't plan on trying not to cry in the shower.

I didn't plan on having what looked like the only, only highlight to my shitty excuse for a month ruined in a grand total of five minutes, plus driving time.

Thanks sis, love you too.

Kanata Kara

I've discovered that my cocoa butter hand cream smells slightly like marzipan. I don't know why. Not that I mind, mind you, I like marzipan, it's yummy.

My uncle's son and his wife are here with their children. They are all congregated in the kitchen. I wonder if either of the children will wander into the sitting room where I am positioned, reading slowly loading scanlations and wishing I hadn't consumed my tea so quickly.

They're rather adorable, with equally adorable names to match. Charlie, Ruby...

and I don't remember what the baby's name is.

Ooops.

I was wondering how I was going to fill my unscheduled weekend (I guess staples decided that after forcing me to work every single Fri-Mon weekend since I started that they would give me a break.) when I checked my e-mail inbox.

Turns out that the universities I have applied at have received my applications, and I can now look at shit on their websites and timelines and requirements and all that dry, time-eating, nauseating and thrilling information.

I'll get around to it tomorrow when I have the house to myself. I'd rather know I have the entire day ahead to work it out as opposed to being surprised and sucked into it.

Plus, telling people that you have university stuff to do over the weekend is an automatic plan-killer.

And I am the queen of play before and after work.

Hooray for life experience skills.

So I'm not too too worried

(Unless WC wants me to hang out. Then I might be too busy :p)

(ooh, on another note, I saw Duck Boy at work yesterday. Hee hee.)

Five stars for a blog with substance for once!

*****

(LOL.)

(PS, Youth in Revolt is pretty funny. Another movie that I may adore Michael Cera in. HUuuuunnnmmgg [general sound I make when I think of him] And Justin Long is a bonus too mua haha)

To twitter or not to twitter, THAT is the question.

So I'm helping out for these two weeks by dealing with equipment and registration forms for social media training presentations all around my hometowns.
(yes, I have multiple hometowns and we're visiting all of them LOL)
I also work for someone pretty cool. We get along pretty well I think, so far :D

I like it!
(I also like the pay. 20/hr. Yummmm.)

And I get to sit on my ass for about an hour and a half each time, reading or facebooking or whatever the hell I want (like blogger.)
It actually goes kinda with the presentations, which are all about catching up the baby-boomers to web 2.0 and 3.0 to better their businesses, because everyone's kinda (sadly) going to social network sites.
So they need to adapt or die!

In other news, I bought a Jack Skellington backpack--it's entirely ten years oldish, but I'm in love with it, and my ten years oldishly decorated Toshiba (my darling little clunky Hikaru) goes pretty well with it.

I'm excited to be a roadie! I loves it already :)

Oh, also, I dunno if you've ever watched this channel before, but it's something I picked up from the presentation... this guy blends things! But never food! I think he's awesome, hahaha.
(we watched the guitar hero III one)

Rockets

Innnnnnnteresting night.

As always, things didn't go quite as I'd planned. Two of the people had to leave early due to unfortunate incident, and I don't know who feels worse about it, me or them.

(or, at least the one of them who can remember. She might wonder why she's wearing my shirt and sweater today as opposed to her own.)

(Needless to say though, that's never happening in my house again or there will be no more happenings to have in my house.)

Still went out to the club afterward though, there were a few who had survived to the midnight mark, aha.

Which was entirely interesting in itself. True to my nature, unlike the rest of my sisters, I have not exhausted every club in an 80 mile radius as soon as I turned 19, so I'm still rather a newbie to this.

I don't think I did too badly, I mean, it's not that difficult...

Although, it all depends on the type of bar that you go to, I suppose.

(It certainly would in the last two cases for me)

If I were asked to describe it though, well, I dunno. I left the night kinda angry (most likely due to not going to bed before the alcohol wore off. Makes me bitchy beyond control and I don't know how to stop it...) and swearing. I sent some mean texts...(gotta fix that).

It was fun, to be honest and fair, but there were simply some things about it that I just will prefer to not be repeated, and I know that I could kick them out of my lifestyle without looking back or batting an eye.

Also, these strange events have left me with a load of dirty laundry, a bottle of tequila gold (that is not mine *hint*hint* to the person who didn't come back to my house and pick it up--I will punish you...), a pair of boots, a lent out shirt and sweater, and one of my belts on someone else's waist (again, I will destroy you for walking home, child.)

I also woke up with what I thought could have possibly been a hangover at 7:58 this morning, and then realized it was simply extreme hunger before I fell back asleep.

I like to be able to answer with clarity when I walk down the next day and am asked how I feel.

:D

(Now I just have to deal with all this crap that isn't mine.)

RG

So I'm sitting on a daybed in a particular house, and I almost regret coming here tonight.
I almost feel imprisioned.

So far tonight I've done two dishwashers full of dishes, cleared a table thrice, helped prepare dinner, and been asked to cut pineapple and make peanut butter cookies.

It was a very ripe pineapple.

I don't know what's going to happen now. I want to curl up and fall asleep and just sleep until morning, and then escape from the house and go visit a friend.
If I could just sleep, I could forget everything.

And I'm hungry.
I fed them, but I forgot to feed myself.
(Somehow this sounds slightly like a broken record...)

Oh, I have got to stop this masochism. It's gonna do strange shit to my brain.

Boston Pizza

So I've learned that I don't always make a fool of myself in social situations.
That, and the people from work are great and don't make me feel like a fool :D

I had a very fun night last night at boston pizza after work. It was slightly impromptu for me, seeing as I was notified of it about three hours before it was starting. Oh well, I love spontaneity.

Ever played Never Have I Ever with your co-workers?
Loads of fun.
(once you finally get a drink, anyways, lol)

There's not much else to say...I've had a busy and uninteresting morning. Sorry folks!

I have that mug!

So apparently I've past the 100 post mark for my blog here.

Yay me.

(Also, Deanna, how do you manage to whine so much? Get a life.)

lol.

I sucked it up today and spent money on the 2007 version of Microsoft Office.

I looooooooove it.

So much fun to type with.

Crazy shit.

I recommend it.

Also.

You know how in books and movies, two people will be having a flowing back and forth ricochet of flirtatious banter?

This doesn't necessarily mean they like each other, just that they are two nice, secure of themselves people with interesting lives that know how to make everyone laugh with their interesting and no-time-thinking-at-all volleys of verbal communication.

Yeah.

Well,

you know how that turns out with me?

Stutters and 'umms' and 'mmmms' and a half-ass comment that could use major screenwriter's editing.

Oh well, such is life.

Everyone else at work isn't too much better, so I'm okay with my less than Oscar Wilde witticisms.

It doesn't help that they perpetually play 'Friends' on the TV in the breakroom, reminding me of how I fail at noncommittal social workplace flirting.

(This is why I blog; I have all day to figure out the simplist thing and spin it around at the end of the day to make it look like I am full of awesomeness.)

Speaking of awesome, this made me giggle a bit.

Unwatered Vineyard Of Immortality's Wine

So it's a brand new year!

I had one of the best New Year's Eves I've ever partaken in this year. I think it was because

a) My parents weren't there
b) My sisters weren't nagging me about what I was drinking
c) I got to hang out with the guys/have actual interesting and fun conversations, not just about God and Religion and School
d) I spent most of this time hanging out with the guys by smoking a hookah in a bedroom.

Have you ever seen a ton of guys in suits partake in shisha?
Made my Year.

And now I'm back to work, and I don't mind.
Yes, I'm tired from lack of sleep, and customers can be cranky and I'm getting older and I'm behind on all my various internet committments, but...

I'm happy.

And I had calimari rings for dinner, so my insides are happy too.

Resolve to What? (Belated Blog)

I have discovered that I like typing in 75% zoom for some reason. I don't know why.

Also, as I was carrying up wood from the cellar this morning to put into the woodstove, I had a thought.
Why are socks and underwear so expensive? Small pieces of cloth, way overpriced, so much so that even at discount stores they make your wallet bleed.
Is it simply because they know we'll pay it? Because I'm sure I know a few people who would have no second thoughts at going commando.
Oh well.

And so, third day home before the New Year, and I feel that I'm going to strangle someone. My little sister has always annoyed me so, and her constant battering me with questiongs about iTunes is driving me over the edge. They are essentially demands to be given music from my computer to her iPod untactfully masked as what I am sure she means to be nonchalant questions.
She has been made aware of my annoyance of her mooching everything that is mine, from books to movies to food to laptop to music to electronics and manga and job discount, with nothing in return. I am getting sick of it. I understand that we are siblings and this happens, however, her insensitiveness ans spoiled "I should be able to have this" way of thinking, encouraged since she was born as the second youngest child, youngest girl, and one who never made such a fuss as I was or rebelled makes her think this way. I haven't been her older sister for 16 1/2 years without learning this.
She doesn't know how to get things for herself, and when I tell her how to do it, she complains and asks me to do it anyways.

And when I get upset and tell her to do things herself and get frustrated and yell at her, I am the one who is told to take a chill pill and stop and look inside myself and see what is wrong and how to fix the problem.
I'm the one who's told, If I don't like it, then I can Just Leave.
I'm the one who's told, This Always Happens when you're home
I'm the one who's blamed for all the technology and music and crap in this house thay my mother Hates and Can't Stand.

I act like the wild, crazy child with wild ideals and crazy habits and full of energy and fun you always want me to be.
And then you get mad.

Well, sorry, because I did leave. I'm not the one who asks when I'm coming home next, or if I'll need a ride to this or that.
If they hadn't noticed, I've been organizing my own ways and rides for over 3 years now, just so that I can avoid such questions.
I don't want you to have any claim or hold on me, and yet you seem fixated with involving me in things I want nothing to do with.

I don't do my laundry when I come home to your house, I don't steal your car, I don't complain that my old room was stolen by an older bitchy sister who will make me sleep on the couch with no second thoughts, I don't eat all of your food, I don't make a mess, I don't interfere with your plans, I don't ask you for money, I don't ask you for pity, and don't use profanity (but if I were, you know that I would be called on it, whereas if my sisters did, it would be okay. And I know this because I've seen it already in the past 3 days) and I don't take over your computer or TV or tell you what to do.

I don't tell you what I'm doing on my laptop because I don't want you to care because yyou couldn't understand anyways because I've tried before and it just doesn't register for you. You tell me if I'm not doing anything important then to just get off.
Well obviously it's important if I'm not telling you about it.
Nine kids and 33 years of marriage, and you still don't get it?

And if I'd stop typing, and get off my computer with nothing but my mind and fingers itching to get back to the keys and finish what I'd started? You think I'd just up and do what you want me to do for you anyways? You want me to take care of your house for you? I don't live her anymore, remember?

I listen to my iPod, and I type on my computer, and I take naps and I read my books and I don't talk to you because I don't want to listen to you anymore.
And you don't take kindly to that, and you get annoyed.
Well, suck it the fuck up, because I'm an adult now, and I chose it, and you're just hurt that I'd rather live my own path than stay under your shadow and act just the way you want me to when you see me.

You should have learned before that I don't take kindly to people telling me what to do. Least of all people who can't understand me because we live light-years away in how we think and act and interact.

So leave me alone, please.