WTF?!?

I don't even have a BF and I'm apparently "clingy"

good luck to the guy that does eventually go out with me!

That's MY type of Christmas.

The beginning:
3:30 - finish work
3:40 - bus #1 to the hostel
4:15 - get to the hostel to pick up my luggage
4:45 - bus #2 to the south of Edmonton
5:30 - bus #3 further south in Edmonton
6:00 - bus #4 ANYWHERE need highway 2.
6:20- hitchhiking adventure officially begins
6:25 - i get picked up by a rad guy named Joe and his bitchy wife Megan who starts to interrogate me as to why I'm thumbing it with the most disapproving tones in her voice and subtle arguements with the hubby
7:00 - I part with car#1 and am left alongside a dark dark highway singing to myself and dancing trying to stay warm, hoping I get a ride
7:45 - a man driving from Fort Mac picks me up
10:00 - finally get to Calgary and meet up with Kate.

Christmas Eve
10:02 - jellow shots begin
10:25 - Christmas nachos!
10:45 - we start decorating the outside of the house.... looks so ghetto! (btw)
11:20 - more drinks / break
12:00am - take out the already decorated xmas tree from the box
12:20 - 4am - drinks!
4am - drinks, & AnnaB passes out...

Christmas Day
10:30am - AnnaB gets out to rock out to xmas music / clean
11:00 - Kate gets up
12:00 - breakfast shots!
12:20 - Christmas Omelette
1:00 - 3:00 - Christmas fireplace drinking game
3:30 - Gwyn comes to join in the Christmas fun
4:00 - AnnaB passes out
7:30 - Kate wakes AnnaB up to go to Christmas dinner
8:30 - 12:00am - Christmas dinner at BabyMamaNicoles w Ryder and fam!
12am - 4am - AnnaB & Gwyn do more fireplace drinking
4am - 8am - BestBuy promo
8-9am - lay down

Post-Christmas-Day
9-1pm - Drive to Edmonton
1pm - 7pm - Nintendo Wii Promo
8pm - HUNGOVER DEATH!

i think i might need a hug

I'm over the job. Haha. That's not true. I adore playing video games for a living, but today was one of those days where the littlest things got to me. The bitchy people at the mall. The crowds, the inconsiderate kids... I miss being in Calgary, although I adore the hostel, I feel like it's time to just go home and get on with it.

And then on top of all these little things bothering me, I thought about a few people I absolutely adore, and how most of them have not sent me "love" over the holiday season.
Boyfriend#1: I had a brief conversation with. He made me smile and made me laugh, and kinda made my whole holiday... even though we only talked about technical computer stuff cuz I needed advice. He sounded happy to hear from me. But I had to call him. Sadness.
Boyfriend#2: I was gonna play hard to get and not txt/call him at all. But after work today I gave it and thought I'd give him a shout. He was busy doing something and we didn't chat long. He asked where I was though 'Edmonton' was not the answer he wanted to hear. He sounded good and told me he had txt'd me before to say thanks and such. I guess I shouldn't just automatically hold a grudge. But the brief conversation made me miss him more.
Boyfriend#3: I know he's not in school. I hope he's doing well. I called and txt'd and always hope he's online, but I've heard nothing. I left him a voicemail today (yes, gave in and called that one too) and he should give me a shout since he got 2 cards instead of one! How much do you want to bet he doesn't.
Boyfriend#4: If I could chose anyone that I could be with forever, right now, I'd chose him. But aside from opening my cards early and making minimal effort in the past weeks, I've heard nothing from him over the holidays. This one I'm not budging on (yet), he should want to talk to me, obviously even if feelings go both ways, actions do not.
Boyfriend#5.MyFiance: I know he got the card, he mentioned that. I've heard nothing. Do boys have shorter attention spans because they're overseas? Sadness once more.

I just want to hear from the people I love most. No games and all that bullshit, but friendship does work both ways. And I feel like I've put forth the holiday effort.
At least I get to see Sophie in 2 days. She doesn't have to tell me she loves me. I just know.

Tippytoes.

Opening Nintendo is a good time. I get to the mall, hang out for a couple hours in the morning drinking some hot chocolate and eating my donut before it gets busy.... it's good. It's chill. But fuk man, these Edmonton Creepsters are starting to piss me off.

I was playin the new Mario the other day with some old guy cuz he requested specifically to try it out. Since no one was around, I played about 15min's with him, then excused myself and went to the other side of the Nintendo booth. He comes up to me 5 minutes later, brushes my elbow and says "I'd love to play with you later". Creeeeeeepy.

This morning I opened up again, and low and behold, guess who came over to ASK ME OUT. Are you fuken kidding me. Long story short, I'm not comfortable with people touching my elbow anymore and my supervisor Mike thinks it's beyond creepy, and yet kinda funny.

So we came up with the codeword TIPPYTOES. Doesn't matter what game you're playing just say TIPPYTOES as loud as you can and someone will be sure to come help you. Too bad Breanne (the girl I opened with) wasn't aware of the codeword. I coulda been telling the guy to play Mario Brothers on one foot and tippytoes and I still wouldn't'a gotten saved. There may be creepsters in Calgary, but at least they don't come up to me and ask me out!

the Nintendo thing.

So I love the job, really. And I think my boss Mike is an amazing guy. He's got a great attitude, amazing sence of sarcasm, and we could bitch about stuff and laugh about stuff whenever we're together. His friend Dave is even more-so hillarious. He's this big black guy with a deep voice and it's awesome to watch him talk to kids and get them to play the Wii. But his censor button is a little shifted.

Hillarious comments from Dave while working Nintendo:

-This huge creepster guy comes over and starts looking at me playing Super Mario Brothers (think taller and bigger than my brother, but just as creepy and silent). Dave says "hey dude, this is the new Super Mario Brothers, did you want to give it a try?".. The guy stays silent for a bit and than answers "no, I just like to watch". Dave looks over again, and asks "Oh yeah? Other people? Like from windows and stuff?" (I'm laughing my head off), the Creepy guy stays silent, stone faced as if he didn't hear anything. Dave says "that's cool man, I like to do that too", laughing and nudging him... again the Creepy guy says nothing (I'm starting to laugh I'm crying so hard.

-Dave is playing the sword fighting game on the Wii Sports Resort. A guy walks by and stops to check out what he's so into. Dave looks back and says "Just sword fighting, you wanna give it a go?" to which the guy responds "sure, I'll give it a shot". Dave gives him the controller and explains the game, then asks "Do you like a little fight first thing in the morning?", to which the guy says "I guess so". Then Dave says, "well, you're a lot like my dad then". To this I started laughing and crying so hard I had to pause my game and walk away. Haha.

It's cool being at a hostel and when people ask why I'm here I could answer "I play Nintendo for a living this month" and it's actually true. It is in fact the best job you could ever have, simply based on the fact that we haven't been able to think up one that's any better. But with my debts piling up and me not being able to live at home, I'm getting frustrated because (as bad as this may sound) I'm not used to NOT being favoured. Mike is a very fair boss and gives everyone decent hours, but somehow I almost feel like I'm owed something more for coming from Calgary. That's not true and deep down I know that, but on the not-deep-down part of things, I just wanna stomp my feet and throw a tamper tantrum!

So sick of it....

I haven't been this close to calling myself "depressed" since I've worked with Todd all summer. I hate being broke and the whole "money worries" song comes to mind. I feel like I should almost give up the lax'd job of playing video games, and just settle down to make some real money. But then I usually snap out of it.

But times like this, when I'm broke beyond belief and am almost forced to give up my 'job' to just crawl into a hole in the corner of my bedroom and hope for a paycheque.. I'm not okay with this. Lesson learned: I should probably stop buying things and wait to be "reimbursed" for it. It's always like that. Also the paying double rent, never served anyone well...

Enough of that rant. Basically, as much as I could cross my fingers for some money to basically appear in my bank account or mailbox, it's not working. And then I find out other people at work are getting more hours while I'm planning to hitchhike back to Calgary, and that rubs me the wrong way. After which, I go to the grocery store to buy "Mr. Noodles", yah that's right the pathetic life of a college kid 3 years later, only to lose my slipper on the way "home". Yes, I left the hostel again to wander the street of Edmonton in search for my slipper like a lost, depressed Cinderella.

I came up with one theory on this walk though. That pedestrians should also gets "horns" like cars have. (Think those old school silver and black horns that used to go on bikes). They wouldn't be practical, unless you attached them to everyone's shoes somehow. Then if you stomped a certain way, they would "honk". I just think that some drivers are inconsiderate douchebags, but not just to other drives, to pedestrians also... and so, pedestrians should have another alternative to yelling and flipping the birds... as drivers do... PEDESTRIAN HORNS are in order.

That's right. Today I'm pissed off at being broke!

never thought it would happen...

I get up every morning at 7:45, and am out of my room at 8:30. I set my stuff down in the same booth (mostly) and make myself the same cup of hot chocolate, and breakfast. Then at 8:40, I take a walk, and at 8:50 I'm on the same bus that takes me to West Ed Mall. I pay the same amount, sit in the same seat, and have the same bus driver that stops at the same convenience store to get a cup of coffee each day. And after playing Nintendo for a few hours, I take my usual bus home, walk back to the hostel, and sit at the computer for a bit before I pass out.

I never thought I'd fall into a regular, repeated schedule, but HAHA. I might as well have a 9-5 job. But hey, can't complain about playing Nintendo for the rest of the year!

Random Gibberish

The Leafs: Why is it that evey time I watch a goddamn Leafs game, the team fuken sucks and they make me disappointed to ever be raised in Ontario. The goalie's all rolling on the ground, and then they pull him all together, just to get more goals scored against them. I'm totally not impressed with them, not that I ever was. But with 3 years of me being away, and being discouraged with the Flames as well, I might as well start rooting for Vancouver, at least they got the "warm" weather going for them.

Wings: 1st off... It sucks when you come to the realization that you can't eat 20 wings by yourself, and don't have any friends to help you out. Such is my life. Furthermore, the "Pint" on 109th ave in Edmonton is a dope place, but the "redbull" bbq flavoured wings, don't taste like bbq at all!

Heinekin ads: My new favorite commercials ever. Seriously, the beer can falls off the table top, and his life flashes before his eyes? That's brilliant. I wish I was the one that though of it. It ALMOST beats my m&m commercial.... almost!

My suspicions, confirmed.

There's too many "group homes" in Edmonton to go though. I typed in a google search, and it turns out it was searched 1,800,000 for Edmonton alone. I don't even know if they're allowed to give out information about who's staying there. An alternative plan to searching for my 'friend' was to go to church and ask for my friend to gain enough strength so that they could be on their own again. I tried that once when I last saw them, things didn't turn out that well.

As you might've suspected. My 'friend' never called. I wish I understood the whole 'not asking for help' thing, but I don't. Isn't that what relationships and friendships are for? So that you have people to reach out to when you're in trouble?

I had the oddest dream tonight. It involved clowns, me and the girls owning a house, Christina Agulera and Paula Abdul singing a duet, and the whole cast of "Saved by the Bell". But among all those people, was my friend, the way they were hangin out in high school. I woke up thinking of them, and feeling helpless. How do I fix this?
Once again I ask, how do you help someone that doesn't want to be helped?

...and on top of it all, I lost my hat!

The day was going well, earlier today. I got up, showered/ate/drank/got to work... and then a friend from my past showed up randomly. A friend I'd been praying for and trying to get back in touch with since I last saw them 3 years ago. And seriously: worst case scenario. This person had their whole future ahead of them. Graduated from a good course, moved out west with promises of a great life. The job is gone because of a significant other. They're livin in a group home and are in and out of jail (3 times now, I think was mentioned). And yet, as much as I want to sympathize, as soon as I started to, the words said back to me were "I'm gonna marry 'set' person". Leads me to realize that life isn't all roses and stuff. The most stable people you'd think, could fall. But I still can't fathom how after the first time in jail, you'd allow yourself to go back two more. How if your significant other is the cause of all your distress, you're still thinking about spending forever with them. And how you could purposly cut EVERYONE you ever knew, out of your life.

With this in mind, and tears in my eyes at the thought, I took the bus back 'home'. I got approached by 2 men, asking for change, but I couldn't even help them out, because I didn't understand 'why'!

I did sneak onto the bus without paying, and when I got off, I lost my hat (left it behind) and it made me think of karma. But it can't just be karma that's the justification for all of this, can it?

how much do you care?

The environment? I care? I care enough to have like 20 of those re-usable bags at my house. To walk instead of drive (unless someone offers me a ride, cuz hell, it's cold out now). To recycle my empties ect ect. I care.

About animals? I care enough not to eat the 4 legged ones. Try not to wear things made out of leather, join the PETA craze.... kinda.

My friend Gwyn wore a fur coat the other day. I was never a fan of the style, not my thing, but real fur is just unnecessary regardless of if you dig the style or not, no?
I mean, skinning an animal to wear it? I get that they're dead and you've eaten them and all that great stuff that I'm not into, but it still sounds kinda morbid no?

What I'm getting at: In the Edmonton paper today there was a picture of 2 girls who are my heros. They were staying outside in their underwear with no tops on (hence the friend reference. KIDDING!) and a sign in front of their chest saying "only animals should wear fur". My heros, yes. Effective protest, yes. Would I have done it in -40'? FUK NO!

As much as I love animals and the environment and all, I'd prolly sit at home and write someone a strongly worded email. But I dig them for caring that much. Who disagrees?

For Here.

My trip to Edmonton so far has helped me realized that I am now calling myself a Calgarian. Calgary has become home to me, and that's what I've settled with. That is my home base.

I checked into my hostel and was asked "where you from?" to which I didn't think twice before I replied "Calgary". The next question was "born and raised?" after which I went into the Ontario explanation. Funniest part was that buddy (hot English buddy) asked if I had ever lived in Hinton. That shocked me a bit, cuz he asked as if he knew me. Who knew my 5 wks in Hinton would ever come up in conversation. (I was in the hostel system from the last time I stayed here. Who knew)

But continuing on. I was working my Nintendo promo at W-Ed (found my new fave DSi game, btw, so frustrating) when I went to grab some food. Now if you're from Ontario, you'll know what I'm talking about, but if you're from Alberta, just skip along to the next post cuz you'll roll your eyes. I order some food, tell them it's to stay and thank them, then move aside (I've learned my lesson). Lady behind me puts in her order, and is asked "will that be to stay or for take out today?" to which she does what ALL ONTARIANS DO!

She pauses, looks a bit flustered, waits about 3 seconds, and answers in her default manner "ugh, for here". I smirk a bit, having done that so many times over my last 3 years in AB, and ask her, "are you from Ontario?". She says "yes, Kitchener, how did you know?".
All Ontarians do indeed answer "for here" or "to go" instead of the Alberta way of
"to stay" or "for takeout". And I laugh everytime I hear it. Oh Ontario.

Frustration.

I'm in Edmonton. I called my fantastic roommate Sophie (back in Calgary) earlier today to ask for an address. Her first question "are you crying?"... "no" my response.... "are you sure?" she asks! True story, when I get overly frustrated, I do tend to cry. But not today. Today I was screaming my gutts off.. on anyone and everyone. (Don't worry, I was in the big pervert cargo van -promotion that I'm doing, it's a rental- so it's not like people could hear me much anyway.



I get to this decent hostel here in Edmonton (I'm doing a promotion for Nintendo and therefore will be staying here for the next 3 wks or so) after getting lost like 3 times. I HATE THIS CITY! The staff was super friendly though and the night didn't totally go bad. Well, that's a lie. It went pretty bad. I didn't get to say g'bye to Soph, and now I won't see her till after Xmas. Strike 1. Then I was told I couldn't return materials to the warehouse till after 4. Strike 2. Then I was running late and needed to pack and do more work stuff. Strike 3. At the warehouse, the contact wasn't there and I had to unload the cargo van in freezing weather. Strike 4. And THEN I got lost getting to Edmonton. Strike 5. Yah, overall, not a great day.



Anyway, I couldn't fall asleep too well cuz of the draft from my window. And then I was intrigued by a dirty txt at 1:30am... that continued to 4:30am (that's not the bad time though, haha *wink to my special someone*). I woke up pissy and all and was stuck in traffic trying to get to W-Ed. Then I think I mighta scratched the roof of the rental van. :S Anyway, I had no idea where the set up was on top of everything, and so I was late, and then had no uniform, and currently have a size L mens uniform. Haha, man things are goin my way are they not.



The day was good though. We played some Wii and DSi iby the open doors of the freezing Edmonton air. Then a game frustrated me so much I was playing with it after shift... until I realized that I was late returning the rental van. Ready for the "crying" part?

STRIKE 1: bullshit Edmonton traffic

STRIKE 2: bullshit Edmonton drivers

STRIKE 3: getting to the rental place and begging for directions to Purolator to send a pkg

STRIKE 4: the line-up/no address to send the pkg

STRIKE 5: not being able to find a goddamn gas station!



I was literally yelling at everyone: "Are you fuken serious? You're gonna fuken cut me off? Bullshit fuken blue car! You've got to be fuken kidding me! You're gonna cut me off and then fuken drive 30? Why not just fuken stop? Oh wait, buddy in the next lane over already fuken thought of that!"

"What the fuk kinda radio station is this? Who plays this bullshit? And why isn't my heat working?"

And through all of this yelling and frustration, I realized just how amazingly funny I would be to watch on an episode of THE AMAZING RACE. Seriously, all we gotta do is install a camera in one of my vehicles. Apparently when I'm driving by myself, I'm fuken nuts!

1am CTrain Ride.

Today I ran... not a sprint kind of a run... but a little more than a like jog, lets say... either way, enough to get me to sit for 10minutes afterward trying to catch my breath (I super suck at running).
Ranchmans does it to me ever time. Every fuken time I have to run for that Heritage Park Ctrain, and everytime I end up missing it and crying about it, or getting a ride with an old guy, or making a pathetic phone call to my roommates, or walking home. Boohoo me. But it happens.
Not today... I ran.... 2 minutes on (well maybe like 1min and 10sec) and like 4 minutes off, but I did it... and as the train pulled into the station, i tried to run the last stretch, up the escalator (so slowly though, i was done) and down the stairs (trying not to roll the whole way down)... .but i got there... first and prolly only time. Anyway, not the point of the story.

As I was sitting there resting from my unanticipated "moving" after having dranken a bit that night, I closed my eyes and listened to the bullshit conversation going on on the train. There was some old drunk guy just going on and on talking to himself and anyone that would listen. Talking about absolutely nothing, and repeating "I could skate circles around you" to random people.
2 stops later, 3 girls got on. Dressed night-club-esque. The guy looks up at them and says "hey ladies, you having a good night?". I guess one of them rolled their eyes at him and answered "it's not bad". To which drunken old fool said "the reason you guys aren't having a good night, is cuz you're all fat!". Haha, this caused ruccus on the train for the next 3 stops. A number of men stood u ready to fight this guy.. they threatened to throw him out, ect ect. Hillarious.

Buddy gets off the train. 3 new guys get on. Comment right away "that broad ain't wearing any shoes" says guy #1. "I can't wait till they all stop wearing pants and do it Lady Gaga styles" says guy #2. Then they proceed to sit down beside me and talk about random things, including how i'm being a loser and "blogging" while on the Ctrain. Those guys also got the address of my blog, so hopefully they're not too drunk to not remember it, and hit me up to say hi.

And to think. I coulda gotten into a car with a drunk driver tonight and died. But, if riding the Ctrain is my consolation prize. I'll take it. Hillarious!

Classy.

Today I filled in on a liquor sampling shift for my friend Gwyn. It's not a bad job to have. You hang out at a liquor store all the day with the liquor store staff. Shoot the shit, and get paid good money to ask people if they want to try a sample, while looking cute.
I took the "looking cute" thing a bit too far today. You see, I'm one of the "guys" kinda girls. I don't often dress girly or act all nice and flirtatious and shit... but I thought that I could wear my boots to a 5 hours shirt... (fine, it was 4.5 hours... but there was a walk to/from the CTrain involved).
Anyway.. I make it through the shift (sitting periodically, when there was no one in the store)... but was not about to go dancing (country dancing... I like to do that once in a while) afterward. Luckally, I had a feeling I'd my feet would be feeling this way... and so I brought back ups.
Punchline of the story is what I said to my new friends at set liquor store...
"you know how I know I'm classy?" "I wear a super cute outfit, and fishnets, but then put on skater shoes!"
ON YEAH... I rock.
Whatever, I looked cute at the bar.

I'm mean.

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not a nice person. The thing that most people don't realize it that I'm absolutely aware of the fact that I am not nice, pretty much, fairly often. The other fact that they don't realize it that 1. I either don't care, or 2. I don't feel bad about it.

I wish I felt worse when I'm "not nice" to people, but I really don't. Maybe it's because of the whole "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger", kinda mentality, or just the fact that I'm a heartless bitch, but sometimes, only sometimes, I wish that I could fix it.

I told Sophie the other day that they should invent one of those machines that they use on dogs (those dog collars that zap the dogs when they gets "out of bounds" of their chosen spots) so that every time I say something overly mean that may hurt someones feelings, I get zapped. That would maybe make me be nicer or care more....

But the other question that I have is that if you're a friend of mine, and you're a sensitive person, and when evaluating things, you know I could make you cry, or would make you cry... why are we friends? Why would I be allowed to treat anyone that way without you calling me out on shit? CALL ME OUT ON SHIT. If I'm mean, and you're genuinely offended... let me know! If you do, chances are, I will eventually feel guilty and therefore want to apologize and change! Or at least make me be a little nicer... I don't know how else to fix my meanness... *shrugs*

Drunken Scategories / Roomies Night

After going out for drinks and wings, we decided to have a girls night in. We continued to drink, and now at a good medium of drink, we play drunken scategories... Now if you haven't ever met my roommates 1, you're missing out, and 2, we all have different personalities and our answers to different questions are hillarious.

As Kate is out for a smoke, and Sophie (after dancing around with Harley went out to join her) I decided to fill the world in on our dimented thoughts on certain topics. For example:

The category is : BAD HABITS and the letter is R... our answers:
Sophie : razerblades
Kate : rum
B! : reaming people out.

Doesn't that define a lot. I guess it does, in a funny, yet not so funny way, yet a hillarious way.

Example number 2.
Category: NICKNAMES... the letter is C. our answers:
Sophie : Cunt-bag
Kate : Cunt
B! : Cubby Bear

and people say I'm the fuken mean one! Shit, this just put something in perspective eh? I had "cupcake" (c/o Ellen back in the day) written down, but I thought that was too obvious, so I decided to change it, but little did I know that they would've turned the other way and chosen mean names... I just can't think that name is alright... Whether in Scotland/Ireland/England or Canada... it's just okay to me... I will prolly always chose the gushy route (believe it or not).

So as we continue to play drunken Scategories, hanging out laughing together and finding out what kinda stuff this game really reveals, I'll laugh about these answers for a while. Good random night during the week!

A Disappointing Walk

I just got in from my walk about the NW part of Calgary. Don't ask me why, but 1/2 way through my walk, I started to think of relationships... about marriage specifically. I started thinking about how not-genuine people get married.

Recently, a former friend, current aquaintance of mine, got married. I was on his facebook looking at photos, and feeling happy for him, cuz he's a good guy. At the same time, I started thinking back to others that I knew in college, who also have recently been married but were never loyal to their significant others. That shit disappoints me, but more-so, angers me.

I started walking faster, like tougher though, as if I was going to punch someone. All feminine aspects (not that there is that many, so I've been told) of me vanished, and I was now walking like a man, baggy sweat pants and Jack hat pulled low over my face.... with a sence of purpose as if I was ready to beat the shit out of someone. Must've been a sight to see from the cars driving by.

Then I thought about people closer to me that I know, and situations that I've been in myself. I try to avoid it hard as I may, but I have in fact been the cheat-ee. And that is one thing I cannot stand... I am a lot of things, but a homewrecker I am not. So why is it that when I'm with a guy who is involved... he makes the move and continues going? Why am I the naive one that assumes he's not currently involved only to be rudely informed of the opposite afterward? Why is it that when someone who dating another person tells me "stop me if this is not okay" while full out knowing that it's not okay, cuz he's the one cheating! As if I'm supposed to interigate everyone all the time as to whether they're "involved" so as not to feel like shit afterwards.

And so I walked, home, turning my hands into fists and wishing my punching bag was in Calgary rather than Hamilton. But who am I really mad at? There is so many of these, I don't want to generalize, but guys! I know so many people that would cheat if only given the chance. And I don't think that's okay at all. And I'm not even the one dating. Once I start, I might really need to ship that bag this way!

Time Travellers Wife

Seriously, I think you might just have to see this stupid movie to understand what my rant is about... but for real people? This movie was so stupidly made, it made me lose respect for that cute actress chick... if you wanna see a good movie about time travel... go rent The Lake House. That one at least made sence!

Now for those who have seen the movie, a couple of things I'd like you to ponder.
-if a fetus travels, where does it go? Does it just end up in some forest or in the middle of some street somewhere? cuz that's kinda gross
-I mean it doesn't just time travel into someone elses whom does it? cuz that would be kinda disturbing
-I guess if if could travel to the whom of some chick who's already pregnant, that would make sence... also would give another explanation to the whole "twins with two different fathers" thing that I still can't wrap my head around.
Really, all I'm trying to say, is that a fetus shouldn't be able to travel. Nor should people who are dead, that would be just as disturbing a concept.

Second issue I'd like to bring up, is that if you were a guy that was in love/married to the chick of your dreams, you might as well travel back in time or forward in time or whatever.... and have a three-some... with yourself...
Yah, also kinda distubing, but if your wife is sneaking out of your house to have sex with a younger you... might as well just have a little bit of fun. On the radio I heard that that's one of the things you should definetly try sexually once in your life, so why not, right?

Overall, the movie was hard to follow and really not impressive, and I am not impressed, but maybe that's just because I'm trying to quit caffiene and it's really hard (think quitting smoking kinda thing). But yah, if you haven't seen the movie yet, don't bother. It was totally worth the $3 we spent on it! Haha.

A Typical Convo w Grandpa

Grandpa: So, you're here, but I"ve heard you've done some travelling.

B!: Yup, I originally flew into Scotland for my friends wedding, then visited Scotland, Ireland, went on a Greek Island cruise and swung by to visit you fine people.

Grandpa: Swing by is right, I"ll blink and you'll be gone.

B!: Grandpa, you should be happy that I"m here at all... I made en effort to come down and see the baby.

Grandpa: If you were really here to see the baby, you would stayed for 3 weeks, it's not due for another 7 days.

B!: Well one could only hope it comes early grandpa. I originally came for th ewedding, almost a month ago and saved my visit to Polska for the very end.

Grandpa: Some wedding, some friend. You shoulda just spent a month here, you have that obligation to your family.

B!: But grandpa, I don't have an obligation to anyone. This trip is costing me a lot to come visit.

Grandpa: How much?

B!: A lot grandpa, but I wanted to come.

Grandpa: Well then you must be rich then, just throwing money around to come down for a wedding, to wander around Greece.

B!: I"m not righ. I worked hard all summer and thought that I deserved to treat myself to a vacation.

Grandpa: Well, who takes a vacation in the fall? That's what the summer is for!

B!: But I was working all summer grandpa.

Grandpa: Well then that's just stupid doing it that way.

B!: Anyway, I went to a wedding and saw Greece and don't regrett it.

Grandpa: Saw Greece! What's there to see in Greece? I coulda given you some postcards to look at, woulda been cheaper!

B!: You've got to be didding grandpa, there's old ruins to see, and beautiful islands, and I got a tan... you can't get a tan from a postcard.

Grandpa: Yah, that's what you need, is a tan. The sun is going to kill you.

B!: And I made some friends...

Grandpa: People from a boat aren't friends... they're just talking to you cuz they were drunk.

ect. ect.

Fun memory from the Ship

You know those shirts that you see at stores such as SanDiego with the perfect bikini body drawn on an oversized tshirt? They have them for men as well, body builder type shirts. Think aprons with naked chefs, but in tshirt beach body form. Well, that is what I saw a really really cute elderly couple wearing on the ship... both decked out to sit by the pool. It made my day. Aside from my mother I didn't think anyone purchased those!

Castle

I think the 21st century should bring back castles. Think about it, if you had a huge ass castle with super thick walls and cannons and such, no one would think about attacking a "White Castle" the same way they would the White House (mmm, little burgers, white castle). You could always try to comb a castle as well as the White House (even with hardcore security system of not flying overhead... but that could be bypassed). But imaging having someone fly into a castle like they did the twin towers... we'd laugh it off and call him an idiot... cuz no one fuks with a castle... especially a fantastically modern one.

My Mom's Ex is Gay.

Wow, when my mother told me I could stay with her ex-bf, I thought that was a bit awkward, but whatever., he seemed like a nice enough guy. I guess the emo haircut at the age of 60 coulda gave it away if my gay-dar wasn't so unbelievably off. I did realize however, that when I don't personally know a person... I like to snoop... and so when he went out, I looked through his cds and such, coming across gay porn. I guess putting that together with the naked statue of an indian jacking off and the male ass with bday wishes postcard attached to his wall, I shoulda caught on. But no, not I, I shrugged it off thining "to each their own, Sophie wanted to watch gay porn once as a joke, maybe it's the same type of thing".
But when my mother called today saying he had sent her an email telling her we spent the day together, he ased what I thought of him... and I hesitated for a second before asking "hey mom, have you ever considered that maybe, you're ex boyfriend, maybe, kinda, might be gay?", to which my mom said "but he is gay" in such a way that it had been so obvious. Right, My moms ex boyfriend... you didn't consider your mom's ex was gay? WTF! But really, leave it to my mom to fall in love with a gay guy! *sigh* where's Soph and her gay-dar when I need it?

Grandma's house... punishment?

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My Life: A Sob Story.

I picture myself walkin into a room and the "muah, muah, muah" sound effects go off. "AnnaB's life as a sob story" the narrarrator announces. Yup, a series of unfortunate events, as related to AnnaB. I then thought about how I write song lyrics all the time, and I"m surprised they're not all to the tune of the blues...

I got the.... my bag's missing and I'm totally glad I grabbed my white sweater to use as a pillow and I knew that putting my toothbrush back inside was a mistake, but now I stand here freezing outside of the London airport without any luggage.... blues... da na na na na...

I got the... my trip was going too well and so I'm not surprised that something went awall for me to be contemplating even going to visit grandpa or just saying fuk it cuz I feel like someone's laughing about this and I think I deserve to have fun but I"m not right now.... blues..... da na na na na...

Ship Adventures

Part A: We're Arriving at Jim&Cola

I was laughing at myself earlier. The ship makes an announcement as to where w're about to dock. So that the tours could get together ect. ect. But as the announcement is telling us that we are approaching our next destination... the words get all slurred together, and all I hear is "last call for alcohol". Hahaha, I guess me buying that drinking package aboard the ship did get the best of me. I know I'm not the first, but the party people haven't shown themselves yet.

Part B: Always a Trouble Maker

I'm wondering if I"m going to get my ass kicked today. I stayed up late witha boy, having drinks and innocent conversation about life and such. But as you have it, or as it always seems to happen with me, he is married, and his wife doesn't "get" me.

Part C: Priorities.

I'm sitting by the poolside with the girls. THey're reading magazines and I'm updating with a cocktail in my hand. Life is grand. We're leaving the island of Rhodes in Greece. REally nice place where the "old city" was actually a Midevil Village, so it was super different. We drank a lot last night, as Contiki took us out for free cocktails before dinner, and everyone took advantage of it. I'm not gonna say I regrett it or anything, but this morning sure did suck when I went out on our tour of Lindos and the ruins and stuff. Actually, I was falling asleep on the bus, even though I was trying super hard to listen, but things looked up o nce I drank me a redbull (I love redbull!).

Part D: I'm Known.

I sit by the outdoor bar, sipping my delicious cocktail of the day (gin, who woulda thunk it), watching as we 'sail' into the sunset. Then as I was running through the whole ship (5 decks, and aft to forward) to get a black shirt for a shillouette photo sesh, I was called Cinderella by my friends the bar staff. I had left my shoes on deck in a bit of a hurry not to miss it. Then, I bumped into Thelma & Louise, on their way to dinner and cocktails with the captain (I get to do the same in a few hours) who said they would try their hardest to make it to the disco tonight. They're the ones that first told me of set disco, and low and behold, I've been drinking and dancing for the last 2 nights in anticipation of them joining me, but no show!

Athens Part 2

Okay, so when I planned to go to Greece, I didn't realize it was this Greek. Since my fantabulous roommate Sophie doesn't speak the language that I've heard, I almost thought that 50% of people in Greece would be english speaking. The touristy areas, much like in the rest of the world, communicate fine... but wandering through the streets of Athens today, I've decided that I could never live in a country where English isn't their primary language. I want to know what people are yelling about, if they're talking about me, and most importantly, to be able to find my way around, or to be able to ask someone if I can't.

This morning I got the hostel to organize an english speaking tour guide to show me around. I paid him $20 and he showed me all the sites with brief history lesson... a lot of walking, but a good time, and I met some more Canadians and Americans along the way. Many pictures of me and old stuff, and pictures of old stuff being fixed.

Next all I wanted to do was buy a shotglass, and find an internet cafe with a printer before I got back to the hostel. Well 2 hours of wandering later, i realized that not even the young people like to respond to english all the time. Everything is in Greek, therefore making it super hard to find stuff, even with a map, and I can't even pronounce the street names. I keep walking up to people saying "internet" and making the typing motion. But when I got super frustrated (as Dane Cook says, I was ready to "punch a baby") I did the only thing I could... I went to McD's and got a McFlurry... I asked for m&m, the chick offered me smarties, I agreed, got m&m anyway... with chocolate fudge (odd)... and then I asked her for an internet cafe and she suggested an espresso. I asked a billion people, including hotels, hostels and policemen... and am now back at my hostel with no clue on where to go, and needing to print out my boarding pass. You'd think it wasn't that hard a thing to find, but haha!

Athens

I'm staying at a hostel where, a few days ago a bomb went off just outdoors.... safe places in Greece I know. Apparently they had some kind of political election of sorts and just before they found out who the new leader or whatever was, there were a bunch of political riots. And haha, one just so happened to be here near the Victoria metro station.

When I got off the metro, upon my first arrival in Athens, I had to walk a few blocks to our posh hotel. The hotel, being very elegant, was in a pretty shady neighbourhood, as things turn out. Now, I didn't even notice, not knowing what to expect from Greece. There were cars honking there horns, sirens going off everywhere, and people waving flags and yelling at the top of their lungs. But hey, being from Canada, I just assumed someone won some sporting event. Everyone was happy with the outcome, so the night I arrived, there were happy riots... Good! The few days before that, hadn't been so pleasant, so I've heard.

And so, now I'm at this hostel with Lauren and Ryan (whom I met onboard the Aquamarine), and they're happy with the hostel location, so as am I. Apparently the windows that were shattered during the bomb have now been repaired and life has gotten pretty much back to normal... But when I hear Lauren mention casually "so when the bomb went off, this and this is what was going on"... or when Ryan curses traffic saying "this street was at least closed off during the political rallies" it kinda gives you some perspective.

And throughout my travels so many people have asked me about Canadian politics. It always starts off fairly simple like "Canada has a Prime Minister right?" stuff that I could answer you know? But then they ask who he is and about how Quebec wants to seperate, and I can't seem to get it across to Europeans that Canadian politics, aren't a big deal. The riots are very doubtful in our country, and not a lot of people know who's leading it. And that's not necessarilly a bad thing. It just means that they're doing a decent job and we really don't need to think twice about it. And then a very shallow comment which I have a way of always adding in there "I mean, we should know who our Prime Minister is, but it's not really that big a deal... it's not like he's black or anything". Ouch, but I believe that to be true.

Things I have lost during my first 11 days of travelling.

LOST/BROKEN:
1. my rings... my hemitite one from the P-Dub, and my "B" ring from Wasaga ages ago... (forgotten at a hostel)
2. my HannahMontana sunglasses (unfortunately got broken in my backpack while being thrown on/off the plane)
3. my clip on watch (when the window part fell off and it started making up times for me)
4. my mp3 player (see bottom sidenote for full story)
5. my traveling spirit (HELP ME OUT HERE GREECE!)

SIDENOTE: "Given up my Joy"

Prefix: Sophie said once ... (haha, "a wise man once said") that the girls we know, set themselves up for disappointment with boys, always going after the ones that are bad for them. I think I set myself up also... for life.

Kinda related story: Two 5 year olds on the big bus (think England) yesterday, were looking out the window at the people at the busstop below. They started laughing suddenly because they saw that someone had forgotten their jacket as they got on. They told grandma and she responded "I hope nobody takes it". 5 year olds wishful thinking right?

My story in code: I was dancing in the rain, down the street, to my favorite song... when someone approached me and said "nice mp3 player". To this I said "you like it? Here you go" unplugging it and haning it over... then walking in a downpoar and silence. I gave up my joy in that instant.. .music being the object that makes me happy.

What really happened: Today at the airport, the loooong day at teh airport, I found a computer to charge my mp3. Not wanting to sit around, I left it there (like the 5 year olds, "hoping" it would be there when I got back... STUPID)

London England, part 1 & 2

Part 1:
I'm sitting outside Victoria park train station (1:14am) because, get this, they locked the big black iron gates to keep everyone out. The next train is at 2, and I can't even wait at a platform, let alone a coffee shop, because the douchbags just up and locked the gates. I'm probably sitting against a wall that someone pissed on...but I ain't standing, and that's that.

Stevo told me to message him when I got to London and I sent him a FB message but he didn't respond. I wonder what he wanted. I'm sure it was for me to spend 4 hours of precious sleeping time (mind you, I would've been on an airport bench) to travel to downtown London to get drunk off a double JD&coke. Good. That's exactly what I did... for him! And unsuccessfully tried to find him a postcard. At hease my buzz'd hase makes this sitting on the ground in front of a downtown train station comical. Had my flask been full... we coulda started a party!

Part2:
I'm fuken dense and I missed my goddam flight. Deep breath, I've found my luggage, rebooked my flight, and called to let the Contiki coordinator know that I will meet up with them late... anything else to do? Find directions to the hotel in Athens... I'm fuken retarded... some vacations... I gotta write a song (see facebook notes section).

BITCH-FEST:
Wow, I hate travelling when I'm miserable. Actually, I hate living as a whole when I'm misterable. Everyone is subjected to a look that could kill. My responses to questions are blunt and unpleasent to say the least... and I exude hate. I am totally a lot cooler when I'm happy!

Getting excited.

How long before an event is an appropriate time to get excited for it? Everyone asks me, "Oh, you're doing this... are you excited?"... and I rarely ever am.
I wasn't too excited to fly down to Europe.. Even as the plane touched down, I was all "I'm going to see my friend get married in Scotland!... but that's tomorrow". and I'm so happy for it and glad I'm here... but I'm only excited AS things are happening.

Now, I sit at the airport waiting on a flight to LONDON after which I'm going to GREECE for a 5 DAY CRUISE. And I'm happy that I'm doing it. I hope it'll be a good time... but I'm as not "excited" as I think I should be for it.

Maybe the last time I traveled to Europe, opened up my eyes to all the things that could go wrong on trips such as mine. And although I don't think in a "worst case scenario" fashion - maybe I just acknowledge that things won't necessarily go as smoothly as I'd like. So I'm happy with things: AS THEY HAPPEN!

Waiting to fly... Dublin

Last time I flew (2 days ago) I was walking out oto grab my luggage and eavesdropping on the couple (older) walking in front of me (I do love those Scotish accents). They were having this discussion about how much fun it was having destinations close to you. "Sometimes we fly into Dublin for a scotch" he was saying.
These 3 boys getting of the plane in a casual stoll , reminded me of that conversation. They got off with no carry-ons, just walking about witht he clothes on their backs. Probably to hang out for the night.
I would love it if a flight from Canada to the US cost the $20 each way that the flights with RyanAir in Europe do. Get me to Seattle to go see a movie with Phil... or to Vancouver to go for lunch with Matt.Dorn... fly to Whistler or Jasper for a skiing weekend. Cheaper than driving. I'm so jealous!

Dublin, Ireland

Ireland really did catch me at a bad time. The sun hasn't been shining (surprise, surprise) so that doesn't make anything easier - but on top of that, the hostel switch and a bad day spent in Dublin has made it difficult to meet people. I'm gonna force myself to go out and wander some more, as I leave later today to spend nearly 20 hours at the airport/on planes, be4fore I get to Greece tomorrow afternoon. But my legs have not gotten much better than yesterday, and I don't have any advil to swallow, so I gotta truly suck it up and keep on truckin.

SIDENOTE: I'm anti this whole hostel thing of "do your own dishes". I pay money to stay here after all. The rooms are cramped and the showers are communal and if you provide me breakfast you should provide me with someone to do my dishes between 7-9am. The exception being if I cook on my own time and I mess it up, then it's fair game, but still.

Yesterday was a fun night. After waking up and going for a walk to find an energy drink (leave it to me to end up in the Polish area of Dublin), and an internet cafe, I returned to the hostel and went down to the cellar (cooler than it sounds). There I found a group of 8-10 people from various parts of the world, and with the accompaniment of an accordion, harmonica and an acoustic guitar, they sang songs from all over in a drunken slur, at the top of their lungs.
-A black guy originally from Holland,
-a short kid with a funky hat, named Will (the boy not the hat)
-a deep voiced guy from Austria, I believe
-boy who pretended to be Borat, from... somewhere around here.
-and a fairly good looking guy as the accordion player.
-then there was Matt, and 18 year old from California
-his friend Andrea from Quebec,
-and some girls from France and Turkey
They belted out songs, improvising and havin g fun with them "Her eyes they shone like the mountains..." an Irish rebellion song, as well as The Doors,a nd various others. The best nights are truly never documented.

The Scotish vs The Irish

Before I left Canada for my trip to Scotland for my friends wedding, someone asked me if I would do any travelling while I was down here. I was like "of course... I hear good things about Scotland, like... and... ugh...". Then I was asked what the difference between Scotish and Irish people was, also starting a debate about whether Scotish and Irish were languages or not! (Yah, Canadian people, a bit self absorbed and not the brightest of them all). After arguing that you can't just add an "ish" to a word and call it a language, I googled that people in both countries actually speak Gaelic, but not so much so anymore... and with that, I booked a detour on my travels to Ireland along with Scotland to settle this for myself.

The ultimate question: Who are bigger drinkers, the Scotish or the Irish? & what are the differences?
Answer: After doing a pub crawl in Scotland, I've decided that the Australians, the Americans, the German and the French, as well as I, are all decent enough drinkers. As far as the Scotish are concerned... they hold their own pretty well... but all admit that the Irish are more hardcore. After hanging out in Ireland (once again with a bunch of tourists as it turns out), I could only base my judgements on what people tell me: the Irish are more hardcore.

The differences: The Scotish have fuken wicked accents and wear kilts for special occasions. Umm, the Irish have the whole green thing going on, and the rights to St. Paddy's day... they also have fuken amazing accents.

But most importantly, I learned that people in both countries 1. are amazingly nice and make me want to move/stay here, and 2. they both have a subtle dislike towards the English (mostly because of their football competitions, which England more often than not, wins).

totally slacking.

I'm totally slacking with this Europe blogging... seriously, I just never have a computer for long enough, and when I do, i feel like time would be wasted typing instead of exploring, but...

random thought for today... if you have a statue of yourself on a huge intersection in downtown Dublin, Ireland, where everyone could see you as they walk by... and a street named after you... and a bridge.... don't you think that somewhere there should be a PLAQUE or something letting everyone know why you're the shit? This Mr. O'Connell character... not such a big deal if I don't know what he did.

a plaque doesn't cost too much, does it? Just a thought!

Ready for an escape, and trying to get "pumped" for it.

I have two days left in which I promised myself I would finish reading the Hitchhiking Odessys book I borrowed from Kate.

Not everyone is aware of the fact that 2 years ago, at about this exact time, I set off on a European Adventure by myself. The jist of that story is that I got "robbed" less than 24hours after landing in Paris (due to my own stupidity, of course), and proceeded to hitchhike through France, Germany and Poland before getting my fantabulous roommate to wire me some money. I'd love to say that the story ended nicely at that point in time, but with this new found cash, I decided to explore London, England, underestimating how much it would cost, ending up without cash again, and having great difficulties getting back into Paris for my flight back into Canada.

People who have a great deal of time with me, or know of a few of my many stories, are aware of the fact that I rarely learn from my mistakes. But this time around, I've made an attempt to be a little more cautious in my travels (but not really). I've purchased tickets to other countries in advance, and am avoiding France like the plague... but that's actually the extent of it. Therefore this book of hitchhiking throughout Canada, is inspiring me to talk to new people, and have my own adventures; and hopefully will give me some tips on how to budget my money or somethin.

But with 2 days left to takeoff, after months of giving out gum (true story), I can't wait to do something unconventinal by myself for a bit. Music, check. New sk8 shoes, check. Camera, check. No worries friends, if I could get lost, you could find me in one of the following countries:

Scotland (Sept 24-Oct 1)

Ireland (Oct 1-Oct 4)

London, England (Oct 4)

Greece (Oct 4-Oct 10)

London, England (Oct 10)

Poland (Oct 11-Oct 15)

London, England (Oct 15)

Ontario, Canada (Oct 16 - Oct ?)

And if anyone is around or knows anyone who will be around... hook me up, I need friends, even if they are in other countries! -B!

*sigh* the grass is always greener...

Forced to spend a day at the 'rents place cuz I broke the car (story of my life)... I sit and watch the cell and hope for a txt to save me and give me an excuse to escape.
Finally a txt... from my Alberta friends. Doesn't it just seem that way, they want you here when I'm away, yet stay away when I'm around the corner.

On a side note.. the first questions anyone ever asks when a device is broken is "did you plug it in?".... "did you turn it on?" ... and yet it's still not difficult to find someone who forgets to do one of the two and then you stress out trying to find the problem.

I will go back to my waiting now, maybe someone will txt me for hang outs today...

New to this Blogger thing.

First order of business is the elude to the fact that most people who know me, are not aware of the fact that an amazing television series entitled CALIFORNICATION exists. This series is down right rude and hillarious and I envy the bluntless of the characters and frequent reference to sex. Asshole type tendancies in characters such as HOUSE amuse me and I believe my recent phenomenon of making fun of my own lifes downfalls and meaningless events in an exaggerated way can be somewhat amusing to persons other than myself.

With this said, this is a blog of my own thoughts and exaggerated opinions. Anything I write here is fully up for discussion but is not written for you to belittle me or judge me. Read at your own risk.

If you are a senstive person that cries often without the influence of alcohol, you may want to reconsider reading future posts, as I will not apoligize for anything I write here. Thanks in advance. -B!