Imagination Crunch Time

Well, this is my first march in years (4 to be exact, 8 if counting high school) that I haven't been ripping my hair out between work and finals at school. Everyone who graduated before me, and those who heard through the grapevine, promised me a splendiferious working life of coming home and having no homework/readings/papers/studying/etc. etc. to deal with. Ok, so it is pretty sweet - in theory.

But here I am, middle o March as a full-time working girl, bored and alone while all my school-workin friends are slaving away day and night. While I watch re-runs of Dog the Bounty Hunter and Jon and Kate plus 8 and contribute to the size of my ass.

Not having responsibilities ain't all it's cracked up to be. Remember having summer as a kid and by the end of it, being so bored out of your skull you actually looked forward to school starting again (keep in mind I'm the only child of a single mother who never went to summer camp or had the money to go out shopping every day with my friends. I hated those kids *grumble*). So now, those promised days of having freedom from the bonds of school work have become tedious hours thinking about how I should be doing something productive, but can't seem to wrap my head around what.

Just a warning to all those energetic, enthusiastic pre-gradutes out there: when you start working for a living 40 hours a week plus commuting time, you come home from work exhausted. I mean, any incling of energy you have left is spent making your dinner and thinking about what you you're going to wear/eat/do at work the next day. All you want to do is veg. And then the mind starts to go... you start to think thoughts like "what's the meaning of my life?", "Am I living life to the fullest?", and "did I use the last 3 hours playing video games and eating cheeze-its effciently?"

The answer to all is - damn. I miss school.

So while all of you bitch about having to write your papers, or study for your exams, think of me and all us working zombies who are slowly losing our minds in a state of endless lethargy.

I really need to get out more.

Revisitation and Results

Wow it's been a long time. I came to check up on my old dedication and saw that over 1000 people have viewed it. For a site I created as a class requirement that I put little to no faith in, not too shabby!

A year later I've learned quite a bit about the world of virtually anonymous Internet publishing and user-created content. The major discovery being that many people will pass by, very few will post a comment or interact with your page in a visible or quantifiable manner, and even fewer than that will repeatedly visit and contribute in any way. 1% or less, in fact, if I can recall from my portfolio research.

So the question is, why bother? My motivation has always been the same: I simply love to write. This weekend's spring cleaning activities have led me once again to the multiple journals from my childhood and teens, some chalk full and updated on a semi-regular basis, and others started and abandoned, or dotted with rare entries with the promise to write again tomorrow. Each time I browse through and experience the same astounded reaction of being immersed in very real, almost tangible memories and emotions. Things I definitely would have completely forgotten due to my goldfish-like memory.

I think that's sad. And right then and there I dedicate myself to the importance of contributing to a documentation of a life that would otherwise go forgotten and unnoticed.

There is an importance in every day activities and experience. The human body is quite a spectacular thing - it naturally tries to eradicate the negative emotions and memories and place those which are positive on a pedestal. But its those negative experiences that are life's greatest teachers, and one cannot appreciate the good without the bad as something to compare and contrast. Or else we're all doomed to a 2 steps forward, 1 (or even 2) steps backward life of near-static being. One of my greatest fears, perhaps.

Daily Horoscope for Taurus - Pt. 2

You may be revisiting an old issue today as you try to find a workable balance between your individual needs and those of your friends and associates. If you are involved in a project with others, it could be challenging to function as part of the team without becoming less effective. Instead of worrying about your productivity now, just do what you can to fit in with the group.


Once again, my horoscope is bang on...
The question is, do I tag along at work when my supervisor and co-workers take hourly to semi-hourly smoke breaks and take advantage of the fact that I get paid for my entire 1 hour lunch, or do I risk appearing anti-social for the benefit of looking good to the executives? It looks like my dilemma has been answered by the stars. Thanks stars, now I can go back to worry about increasing my wi-fi score on the Mario Kart scene.

Daily Horoscope for Taurus

"Although you may imagine a time when you have a lot more freedom than you do now, these aspirations may be rather disconnected from your present circumstances. Fortunately, your current responsibilities could give you the latitude to express yourself in creative ways as long as your productivity doesn't falter. Be patient; if you do your job well, increased freedom may follow."

While I believe in the general personality traits of astrological signs, I mainly read horoscopes for entertainment value. Igoogle is my new workplace distraction (it didn't take me long to find one of those), and fashioning it to show inspirational quotes, Toronto weather and news, and my astrological sign makes my new workspace seem less foreign. I guess eventually one's horoscope, which is apparently supposed to apply to each and every Taurus, Aries, Libra, etc., etc. in the world at this moment, will apply in some way to your life which will make you say "oooo" and "ahhhh". Well, this one did it for me. And I'm sooo hoping it's right *crosses fingers*.

Ancient Babble

Lips speak words. They can be good words, hurting words, aching words, words of passion, words of hate. Damn lips and their ability to pierce the soul. I wish to hear words from lips that never come. In fact, I can see them there, invisible to the eye but blaring to the heart. They sit on your lips, inside, dying to be uttered. Or perhaps it’s just my imagination with a thousands thoughts of what could happen or may happen, will never happen until you utter those words. Until then should I just sit here and wait. Lips curve into hatred in an instant. Your perfect eyes tell perfect lies while I stare deeply, only in the mind because the physical presence does not exist. What’s more worth my time? I will never know until those lips of urs tell me something more. Lips of blood red, lips of pink, all to tempt the men into thinking you’re something you’re not. But without it, what are we worth? Ask them, they’ll never tell you the truth. No matter what they say, lips do not utter thr truths of the mind. I like to hide behind a mask of make-up, only to enhance and heighten, because I myself can not stand the natural. Those with natural beauty have natural lips, and why do I keep relating this to lips?
I like ninjas. OMG ninja’s are SOOO cool I wanna crap my pants. Like mark told me that one guy, this ninja dude, killed a guy ‘cause he dropped a spoon! Hahaha. What makes no sense is how are ninja’s so small and Asian and still kick ass? Maybe they use the ULTIMATE POWER. Can I have some? I’ll sell it for 23 cents on Ebay. What exactly is the ultimate power. Apparently sitting her humming to urself without eating, sleeping, talking or crapping gives you the ultimate power. Oh, and throw in some Japan music in that’s all like WHHHHAAAA and you got it made. Makes you wonder if it’s really worth it. Cause who can live without crapping?

Not Long for This World...

The world of Pharmacy 1 that is. I hope I didn't scare y'all, but since I've neglected my posting duties for nearly 2 months I figured a semi-shocking come back was in order.

Yes, the store is finally closing and this supervisor is as close to mental and physical exhastion as possible, literally dragging myself to work and back everyday. A dangerous equasion I have discovered first hand:

Lack of staff + incompetence and laziness + coupious amounts of bitchy and cheap customers demanding something for nothing + 7 day workweek + 2 days of summer school = 9 day workweek (better known as insanity).

The only thing that gets me through the day is the thought of the sandy beach and the margarita melting in my hand that is only mere weeks away. Being the typical Taurus that insists on treating myself to many indulgences, I'm taking myself on a well-needed and well-deserved (if I do say so myself) grad trip to Varadero, Cuba with Justin at the end of June. I haven't been down south since I was well under the legal drinking age so a trip sans mom and plus copious amounts of alcohol and a cute boy to share it with is nothing to sneeze at. woot.

Summer school is going well and is slightly entertaining, dispite the fact that most of the people in my class are flighty first year girls that insist on filling the air with consistant giggling at things a 9-year-old might laugh at, and sitting on each other's laps to show affection. Buyer beware - when a fine arts course description reads "no experience or ability to read music necessary" they really mean it. And the package that comes with it pretty scary.

Thinking beyond June when I'll be done school (forever!?) and back from the fantasy world of the all-inclusive beach front is probably about the scariest thing I've ever faced. So to distract myself I've been dwelling on simple pleasures and small indulgences. For example, cherry yogourt. It's my favourite of all possible yogourt delights.

Post-Finals Exhilieration, Point-Form and Ranked

It's the most wonderful time of the year! - in my humble opinion (I could type IMHO, but considering it took me months to finally figure out what the hell that meant, I'll spare the ignorant the trouble), next to Christmas, of course. Don't agree? Here's my list of why spring is the (second!) best time of the year (try and deny these babies):

1. University is finishing up - all that's left is exams, and are they REALLY that hard? (guaranteed you spend more time researching for papers, writing papers, editing papers, and finishing up your course work then you do studying)
2. The days are getting longer - the sun is barely down at 8pm, giving you much more time after school/work to enjoy outsideage
3. The summer outdoor concert series line-ups are announced
4. It's warm enough to go out without a jacket and enjoy the outdoors, before the smog alerts, sweltering humid heat that makes your clothes stick to you, etc., etc., generally making it impossible to do anything productive.
5. Tax Return Time - Whole loads of cash money in my hand. The myriad of ways I could enjoy it dance like sugar plums in my head.
   
6. My birthday! - That's right y'all. May 17th, part of the May 2-4 weekend in Canada. A looong weekend of BBQs, Drinking, Fireworks, etc. in the spirit of spring and the 22nd year of my birth. Mark it on your calendars.

By the way (btw - there's another, not so difficult one), May is definitely the best month of the year to have your birthday. For all the reasons listed above, and additionally,

1. Not too close or too far from Christmas - if you have your birthday too close to Christmas, you often get jipped out of presents/celebrations. Right in the middle of the year, people have paid off their christmas credit debt and are in the giving/celebrating mood as the winter lifts and the warm weather sets in (sounds greedy, but it's true!).
2. May 2-4 weekend: Since my birthday always falls directly on or around Victoria Day Weekend, my parents told me when I was young that they were in celebration of my birthday. I still choose to believe it to this day.
3. You (most likely) get to be a Taurus: Best zodiac sign by far. Stubborn, loyal, and a hell of a good appreciator for the finer things in life. Don't I know it. (If you are born after May 22, you're a Gemini. God help you).
   

For these reasons, Spring and May bordering on the horizon have made me a very happy person. Now if only I could get myself a better job and I don't think I could be any happier...for now. :)