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PISSSS THE F. OFF.

OMGOMGOMG.

I HATE GROUP PROJECTS. SO MUCH FOR TEAM EFFORT; THERE ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE AN 'I' IN MINE. FFF. GRRRR. I ALWAYS END UP DOING ALL THE WORK ANYWAYS. SO MUCH FOR, LET'S GET THIS DONE TODAY! SO WE DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT WHILE STUDYING FOR THE MIDTERM, BLADIBLAH BLAH. LOOK WHERE IT'S LANDED US. I'M DOING ALL THE WRITING, ALL THE EDITING, AND YOU ____'S JUST SITTIN THERE CLAIMING YOU HAVE NO TIME TO DO JACK. WELL GUESS WHAT, NEITHER DO I.

Okay, okay, I'm in a state. (Or province, shall I say.) It's effing 30 degrees at 9pm and I'm sweating this project out. It's so mundane and redundant and so effing unworthy of my time as I suffer my first menstrual cramp of the month. PMS, period.

PS. I apologize to my group for behing bitchy behind their back, and whoever's reading this. I regret having to post such an aggravated blog after my hiatus. As you may have noticed, I've been busy. =\

Dear Michael Jackson,

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Okay, if you want to be a legend and die a legend, atleast give us some effing warning! Cardiac arrest? Are you kidding me? MJ, that’s probably the most understated headline you’ve made! I was expecting something more like death of assassin or other (not that I’d wish anything as such upon you, or anyone)! But holy, wow, you caught everyone WAY off guard. This is just too much to take in.

In short, you ruined my day. It was the last day of classes, I got my report card, got my yearbook signed, went to karaoke, and that’s when I heard the news. At first, I totally thought it was a joke, and didn’t even put it in my head. Later on, after I heard it from other people, that’s when it hit me. I was shocked, devastated, flabbergasted.

Um, seriously? This is not normal. Okay, not that anything about you is normal, but this is… chaos. This is not supposed to happen!! You are (were) 50. You’re scheduled to be tour England, and make pit stops in Canada, for gosh sakes! You’re the self-proclaimed King of Pop, a legend, the only legend alive! (Or were, until a few hours ago.)

SOB. CRY. MOAN. GAAAAAHHH. Really, though? There are people who’ve come back alive after a while of that. Maybe you’ll thrill the world, as you always do! I mean, Dumbledore didn’t get the chance, so maybe it was meant for you! I just hope they don’t bury you [alive] too soon.

What devastation.

Honestly, I can’t say you were a big part of my life, but you’re someone that the world + Antarctica knows, and I do admire you a lot! I mean, I just learned the moonwalk this year! And Thriller’s definitely a major part of every Halloween. Not that you were my idol, but you were for some, as well as a household name.  

 Shit. I guess it’s over. It sucks when all of someone’s life you’ve made fun of them, and when they die…you kind of feel bad. Which is exactly how I imagine my death, if I ever wanted to commit suicide. (Which is a definite no-no!!) They would all feel bad.

But alas, a legend has been swept off the face of this planet. Have fun moonwalking with angels, Michael!

PEACE, LOVE, &STAY GOLD!!

corpusjzbones <3

Professionalism +1

I feel like a professional!

Interview at 2:45, business enquiries, communicating in a professional demeanor…WOW! Ha, guess I’m not a child anymore.

I kinda like it, but I will probably kinda get bored of it. But, for the moment, Je suis contente. =)

Beware: Stairs ahead

I nearly had a heart attack today.

So, when we got home today, everyone was hungry, but I was to collect the laundry. (Yes we are Amish enough to still hang our clothes on a line! In our defense, the weather's been nice all week!) My sister was bid to help, so lil bro decided to tag along too. All was fine and diddly, besides the biting wind, and Jen couldn’t hold the clothes properly, thus causing Jer to butt in and be the passer-onner.

Sometime after Jen’s second coming-and-going, the two got into a little play fight and –LORD ALMIGHTY, HE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!! Well, two and a half, then lucky caught on. Holy shit. At that moment, my heart literally jumped out of my body. Had he actually fallen, my reflexes would’ve been a hair away from saving him. I could see our lives flashing in front of my eyes.

Okay, okay, slightly dramatic, seeing as it wasn’t my life to begin with, but shit, that freaked me out. So now I’m paranoid.

I’ve always been slightly afraid of stairs. I’d always take extra care to stomp. Down. On. Each. One. Before. The. Next. I could imagine my death in slow-mo. I slip on a deadly patch of strawberry juice that one of Jen’s friends spilled without cleaning up the night of her party, and Goddamn those kids who never listen when in a frenzy, and ho! My head hits the concrete, and as I hear my spine snap, my consciousness slowly fades away, every scene of my life flashes before my eyes, and I part with this wonderfully enticing world.

Stairs. *Shiver.

There's a first for everything.

Whew! I spent all of yesterday afternoon trudging around the (God forbid!) mall and downtown suburbia. Ugh. But, I met many potential employers!! Good to know I’m not too far behind in the game. I applied at:

·        Smart Set

·        Coles=)

·        Chapters :D

·        Black’s

·        Sterling

·        Pet shop!

·        Kernels -_-

·        The Face Shop

I’m hoping someone will call sometime this week. *fingers crossed! I really need this job. I visited Kerrisdale Cameras yesterday to see my baby. Nikon D60, $549.99! I’ve got to start working. Workitty, work, work! Let’s hope Chapter’s calls!