As the title implies, I will be woefully absent from the internet until July 31. I'm going on the annual trek to the cottage, which is located as close to a literal middle of nowhere as possible. You can't get cell phone reception at my cottage – or for miles around it! Internet connection (even via 3G) is also out, and we don't have a TV at the cottage. Looks like I'll be spending a lot of time watching downloaded episodes of How I Met Your Mother and Arrested Development on my computer – oh, and I guess spending time with family and relaxing in the great outdoors.
Not that I'm complaining, of course; look at this place!
I'll also be baking up a storm; there will be 11-18 people at my cottage at all times, and most of them like baked goods, which I'll be happy to provide. I'll probably be cooking a penne arrabiatta too, since it's one of the few non-ramen meals I know how to make!
Other probable activities include board games, swimming, kayaking, tipping over people floating peacefully on inflatable water toys, having water gun fights with my four cousins (aged 6-8)… and of course, meeting my three-week-old cousin Benjamin Button (okay, Declan) for the first time!
I hope these next ten days are as lovely and relaxing for you as they are sure to be for me!
I don't want us to have a fight
A beautiful poem by Clementine the Awesome
Not inspired by ANYTHING at all. Just written by my SOUL, because I am deep like that.
Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming from your head
Before electric light
And I wanna believe you when you tell me that it'll be okay
You know everything that I'm afraid of
If you walk away I'll wake away
We were talking about the space between us all
Sea lion woman
I don't wanna hurt you cause I don't think it's a virtue
You've got her in your pocket
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied round the roses
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Long ago and oh so far away I fell in love with you before the second show
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Three little birds sat on my window
He gets up in the morning and he goes to work at nine
If I don't recover sell this house and find something else outside your window
Oh, great intentions
I'm taking you all down with me
Seventeen and strung out on confusion
We'll be round your house wasting your time
lol Avril Lavigne. And the last three are all Green Day, THANKS SHUFFLE. Out of 900+ songs, you pick three in a row from the same album. Douche.
So anyway, I decided to take Gr12 Science in Society after some thinking. Most people I know aren't doing it, because for their desired uni courses, they need a normal science. But, you know, journalists don't need science, and Science in Society is actually FAR MORE RELEVANT to a journalist's interests. Plus, Seth said I should do it. He knows me well. He is very in tune to his students. Basically, he knows that I neither enjoy nor fully grasp the concepts of science, and that I enjoy and excel in debating and discussion. He told me specifically that I would enjoy and benefit from the course. So, you know, screw the fact that my friends aren't doing it. I'm not going to struggle through bio just because Cheyne is in it. I'm going to take Science in Society, enjoy it, and do well, dammit!
Second, I've made the decision to drop out of enriched math. I'm not doing well in it. I'm getting behind. I don't like math. It's a lot of work. It has required me to give up my lunches twice a week to go to peer tutoring. If I had my way, I would take Dumbass math, but my parents are having a hard enough time accepting that I want to drop out of enriched (they think it's out of laziness lolol), so I'm taking Normal Academic math.
As for my electives, I have 4 but I need a 5th, and some of these are subject to change:
World History in the West
English Media (counts as an arts course so I can go to Italy next year yaaay)
Canadian and International Law (debates and stuff - yeahyeahyeah)
In other news, you should join ORSUM. Now!
Last post of 2009! *wipes tear off cheek* I don't normally make resolutions because I know I'm going to break them, but why not push myself this year? Looking back on 2009, I didn't get much accomplished, so I want to make 2010 awesome!
Here is a short recap of my year, and then my resolutions.
2009 in Review
- January 2: We got the cats! I can't even remember a time before them. They've honestly brought so much joy into my household, and I'm so glad to have them… even if Hank is mentally defective.
- January 20: I watched Barack Obama's inauguration on TV during school hours and had a mini party in my school library. Definitely a good moment!
- January 21: I was nominated for the Bloggies and subsequently lost. However, I was never expecting to win, and just being nominated was such a happy shock!
- January 29: I lost my cell phone and got a new1 one. (I'm getting a new one in 2 weeks, though! Yay!)
- February 11: Jet ran away, but we found him.
- February 11: My friend's grandmother died after a long battle with cancer. She was like a third grandmother to me, so this was devastating. It's been nearly a year.
- May 3: I took a break from my blog and came back two months later.
- May 25: I had a huge fight with a friend over a school project and didn't talk to her for five months. To put this into perspective, she was DEFINITELY the one being immature. She tried to blame her low mark on me.
- June: I passed all my exams and finished the year on the honour roll!
- July: I discovered the most amazing book I've ever read.
- August 23: I lost my new phone, but found it in a Pictionary box. (Not a huge event, but it was funny so I had to include it.)
- September: I won the Community of Learners award at my school. To this day, I'm not sure why.
- September: I voted 1500 times for Aisling's cousin to win The Next Star. (This is a big event, okay? Do you know how much energy I put into that?)
- September and October: Both the kitties had their first birthdays. (I only blogged about Hank's, though!)
- October 22: I got contacts and was amazed by my awesome vision.
- October 28: I deactivated my Facebook account, but had to cave and reactivate it shortly thereafter. I am weak. (But really, I had to reactivate it so I could give my friend directions to my house!)
- November 3: I figured out what I want to do after I graduate from high school.
- November 10: I got braces and was not amused by the fact that my mouth was in excruciating pain for four days.
- November 14: I got a job as a cashier at a big chain of grocery stores.
- November: I came thisclose to failing math!
- December 17: I got a new laptop, after my (also fairly new) one completely died. This one is amazing and shiny and it makes me so happy. It's white with swirls! And the volume control looks like a light, but it's touch sensitive! And you can turn off the touchpad2!
- December 22: I went to visit my relatives and met the little girl who's staying with my aunt and uncle. I fell in love with her sweet, adorable nature.
- December 29: I lost my iPod! D: This is horrible, because I rely on it A LOT. I had notes on there that I reallllly need.
- Best of all, I didn't die!
Goals for 2010, somewhat ordered by importance
- Pull my average up by 5%3 – First term was not great for me in terms of grades, and my average dropped 5% from last year, 9% from the year before. (Notice a trend here?) Ideally I would raise it back up to where it was 2 years ago, but since my math mark is SO LOW (I missed a week of school and nearly failed the big test), chances of that happening are slim. This is going to be my main goal, since it will require a lot of work.
- Get bank account balance up to $2000 – With my job, this shouldn't be too hard, and I'll probably earn more. This is my minimum, though. I need to save up for lots of big things I'm planning!
- Get my blog post count up to 200 – That's 66 more posts in one year, which is definitely doable! I'm going to try to post more often than that, though. I really want to post 3-4 times a week, but sometimes I lack in motivation and inspiration.
- Comment on more blogs – I'm such a serial lurker, it's not even funny. Along with Aisling, I'm going to try to comment on more blogs. My goal is 21 blogs a week4, and I'm going to keep track with a handy dandy spreadsheet. (Because seriously, I just love any excuse to make a spreadsheet.)
- Write more – I have my NaNo novel, which I'm definitely going to have to scrap and rewrite from scratch for the 900th time5, and a new idea. I don't know how I'm going to balance the two, but I'm definitely going to make some time to write.
- Clean my room – I've probably needed to do this for the past year, so I'm going to get around to this in chunks: realphabetise books6, organise clothes/donate old ones to charity7, clean desk (even though I just did that this summer), redo horrible disgusting closet8, clean/vaccuum floor, organise bedside table. I will most likely be documenting this journey on my Dreamwidth account.
- Create at least three new designs and use them – I'm not great with Photoshop, but I figure I should make myself practice. This is going to average out to one design every four months, so hopefully I can keep it up. This means that I should probably get working on something soon!
- Buy more clothes – I have very few clothes that actually fit me, due to wearing a uniform most days. I got some gift cards for Christmas, so I should be able to get a few things!
- Figure out electives for next year – I'm going to be doing this within the next few weeks anyway, but it seems big to me. Universities will see next year's report card, so this is pretty important!
- Keep track of money spent – I have an application on my iPod for this9, and I used to do it. I just stopped suddenly, so I'm going to start again. This will help me with my main monetary goal too!
- Use an agenda – I stopped partway through this school year. I have no idea why. I just suck like that.
- Pay the library – I've owed them $40 for a year. Enough said. (It would also let me get my card back, heh…)
- Get my braces off – This doesn't really depend on me, more on my teeth, but it's possible. My dentist said 9-18 months when I got them in October, and they're going really fast so far. With any luck I might have them off before next school year!
- Get my hair cut – Last time I had it cut was June 18, 2008. It's probably high time for a trim.
Happy new year to everyone! I hope 2010 brings everything you hope for. If you set any resolutions, I hope you achieve them.
- and nearly as crappy [↩]
- which admittedly has no real use, but it's cool [↩]
- which is where it should be [↩]
- 3 a day [↩]
- seriously, I've gone through at least 10 drafts of this stupid novel [↩]
- I haven't been good about putting them in order in ages [↩]
- I have so many clothes that don't fit, and I want to reorganise them; colour coding was a stupid idea [↩]
- seriously, it's a nightmare [↩]
- first I'll have to, you know, retrieve my iPod from the depths of rental car hell [↩]
During our trips, we need someone to take care of the cats. Usually we get one of my school friends to do it; she lives two blocks away, and she works at a vet clinic, so she obviously loves animals. Last time, she spent hours with Jet just because she loves him that much.
Unfortunately, she was in Mexico for part of our trip, so we had to find someone else. I asked someone who I went to middle school with and who I sometimes meet for coffee (about once every 2-3 months). We're not great friends; she usually comes along because she goes to school with one of my best friends. But anyway, she also lives close by, so we thought it would be fine.
I asked her how the cats were on Christmas, 3 days after we got to my aunt and uncle's house. She said they were "divine".
We came back today to find the food and water dishes COMPLETELY empty. Like, COMPLETELY. The water dish was bone dry, not one drop of water left in it. The food dishes? Absolutely nothing in them. And out of the 8 tins of wet food we left on the table, there were 7 left. Wow! Good job NOT feeding my cats!
This REALLY makes me mad. Like, maybe more than it should, but it REALLY makes me mad, to the point where I really don't want to associate with her at all anymore. First, it's such an easy job. You walk two blocks and scoop out some food – and it's only for a week. Seriously. NOT HARD. I get paid $50 for 6 hours of doing ACTUAL WORK. And, I mean, they're just helpless little cats. I don't think they're going to die without food (since she did come in once, so it was probably 3-4 days that they were without), but STILL! It's not like they can do anything other than walk around hungrily. And to let the water dish become empty is really unacceptable.
My mother, for some inexplicable reason, still feels that we should pay her $50. I really don't think someone should be paid a lot of money for NOT doing an easy job.
Maybe this is all a big misunderstanding, but I doubt it. If she had some reason not to come, it's not like we were unreachable. I left her my cell phone number and my uncle's number, and there's always Facebook! Like I said, I even asked her how things were over Facebook. Anyway, I really can't see myself talking to her again in the near future. Overreaction? Maybe. I just don't want to talk to someone who treats my cats as if they're worthless.
- if you don't include the part where I STILL had my horrible cough and my horrible sore throat and my horrible headache [↩]
Rosie really grew into her looks!
She's adorable, although I don't necessarily appreciate the fact that she was using my slippers as a pillow! My feet were cold.
I still think Snow is adorable, if a little goofy-looking.
He's also MASSIVE – my legs weren't particularly happy with his chosen resting place.
(And because this entry wasn't mish-mash enough, my cousin's friend was lovely, sweet, and adorable, and I was so happy to have met her. She loved all her presents; after opening the stuffed sheepdog I picked out for her, she never put it down. She even brought it bowling!)
Since Christmas is four days away1 and I'm now on break, I'm going away as per family tradition.
I'll be staying with my aunt and uncle, who have stepped out of the stone age and bought a wireless router, so you may hear from me before I'm back. I may be having too much fun to blog though, so here's my excuse!
How has my break been going so far? It's been decent.
Last Friday, my mother and I went shopping and bought presents for my younger cousins (and the little girl living with my aunt and uncle). For my boy cousins, we bought books – non-fiction books about bugs and the human body for the older one, and Dino Hockey and Scaredy Squirrel for the younger one. For my girl cousin, we got some art kits (paint your own tea set and paint your own fridge magnets), and we got a Littlest Pet Shop2 set for her friend.
I've been sick for the past little while, and it got so bad that I could barely go ten minutes without coughing. I decided that I probably shouldn't go to my job if I was going to be coughing all over people's food, so I called in sick both days that I was scheduled to work.
Yesterday it was a close friend's birthday, so I went to her house along with my brother and another good friend3. We played Pictionary and went skating. One of my friends can't skate, so we spent a long time trying to teach her… to no avail.
If you're on break already, what have you done so far? If you're not, what are your plans? Also, happy holidays to everyone!
When I was younger, Christmas was all about me and what I was getting. In the past few years, it's stopped being so exciting. Honestly, now it's more about buying presents for my cousins1 and seeing their excitement. This year, it goes a little further than that.
My cousin is seven years old and in grade one. She has a friend whose mother hasn't been able to provide her with the basic necessities. She's been living with my cousin and her parents for the past week and probably will for awhile (maybe even permanently).
Now, you have to understand that this little girl is thrilled to have her own room with her own bed at my aunt and uncle's house. She's been sleeping on the sofa, which is in the living room, which is where her mother parties all night long. She usually starts the school year without the proper school supplies. Her snowsuit doesn't fit her – in Canada! You kind of need a proper snowsuit when it actually, you know, snows with some frequency. I can't imagine how she's going to feel when she gets to open presents on Christmas day.
Up until now, I haven't given it much thought. I've had the basics and I've had the luxuries, and I've taken it all for granted, and here is a small girl who's just happy to have her own bed. But, you know, the awesome thing about having these luxuries is that I have this platform called a blog, so I can share this story with you.
My mother and I are going shopping for my cousins soon, and we're of course going to buy this little girl a present too. I'm really excited to buy something for her, and even more excited to meet her. I've been thinking a lot about this lately, and I'm glad to be reminded about what's really important. At this time of year, it's easy to get caught up in the stress. It's easy to worry about your presents and worry about getting all your shopping done and worry about things that just aren't that important. Maybe this sounds preachy, and I know how annoying that is, but try to remember what really is important.
- who are 4, 6, and 7 [↩]
I know I've been posting a lot of Christmas-related entries lately, but, hey, 'tis the season, right? Here is another one for you. This one is another story. It's not funny, however. It's a heartwarming tale of love between two siblings.
You may know that I have a brother, who we will call Bighead. Bighead is three years younger than me. This means that we're pretty close, especially at this point. (A few years ago, a three-year age gap was more significant than it is now.)
When Bighead was in kindergarten, his class wrote letters to Santa. (I remember doing this too.) Now, I don't know how it works in other places, but in Canada, you write to "Santa Claus, North Pole, H0H 0HO".1 Then, some poor postal worker has to fill out form letter after form letter with children's names. Some of them will write a short line on the bottom to show that they sort of read the letter, like "P.S. I hope you get that PS3 you wanted!" So, Bighead wrote his letter in his 5-year-old handwriting2 and gave it to his teacher to mail to Santa.
I don't know what exactly happened, but all the kids started receiving their letters back and Bighead didn't have one. Maybe his teacher lost it; maybe the post office lost it. All I know is that he never got a letter from the post office Santa. He was quite devastated, so one evening I decided to make him feel better. By this point, I was 8 and knew that there was no Santa, so I decided to be Santa.3 I got out my green pen4 and wrote him a long, personalised letter in a fancy script. Then I put it into a red envelope5 and handed it to my mom.
She knew exactly what to do. She went to the front hallway and came out a minute later with the letter in her hand. She called my brother and told him that she found this letter, and it was addressed to him, and she must have missed it that morning when she got the mail.
Bighead was delighted. He ripped open the letter and devoured every word, fully believing that Santa Claus had written it to him. He brought it to school the next day and made every single five-year-old child jealous that they got back form letters6 and he got back a REAL LIVE LETTER FROM SANTA.
- Our postal codes are 6 characters, alternating between a letter and a digit. [↩]
- which has barely improved [↩]
- Now I really am Santa; I eat the snacks my small cousins leave out for him, which makes me kind of sad. I left snacks for him until I was 13. [↩]
- because green is a Christmas colour [↩]
- because red is also a Christmas colour [↩]
- they knew the letters weren't real; they weren't stupid [↩]
The other day, my mother told me that she had something for me. I was quite curious, since she doesn't generally just buy me things. She presented me with a Tinkerbell advent calendar, and I may or may not have screamed like a five-year-old.
Now, see, I really, really, really wanted that advent calendar. (Feel free to judge me for having a mental age of five.) I worked on Sunday the 30, so a lot of people were (understandably) buying advent calendars for their kids. I decided that I absolutely must have one, so I came home and hinted strongly that I would definitely like a Tinkerbell advent calendar, and that my brother might like the NHL one that we also happened to have in stock.
Last night at work, somebody was buying a Transformers advent calendar. It's a little late for that, but at least his son (I'm assuming, but you never know) will have a few days' worth of chocolate to eat all at once. Anyway, so as I handed him the receipt, I looked at him to see if he was the kind of person you can joke around with. You can tell most of the time. If a customer smiles at you when you look at them, they are cool and you can talk to them. If they stare at you coldly and look like they're thinking "Give me my damn receipt, already", then you can't. This guy smiled at me, so I told him, "I have one of these at home."
He could have said any number of things, such as "How old are you? *incredulous stare*", "Really?", "Cool…", or "Oh." However, he did not say any number of things. He said, "Which one?"
I smiled because it's little things like this that make being a cashier bearable and told him, "The Tinkerbell one." Then I told him that my mother bought it for me. He told me to enjoy it.
So what was the point of that story? I have no idea. I guess I just wanted to share the little bit of happiness I got from my job, and maybe the excitement that this advent calendar is bringing me. Because you know what? It has 32 DAYS OF CHOCOLATE!! (It also includes a countdown to the new year.) Let's just chalk it up to me wanting to spread the holiday cheer. I know, I'm so thoughtful.
So, I saw New Moon on Saturday. Why am I only blogging about it now? Well, normally it would just be that I am lazy; this time it's because my computer, after suffering its own series of unfortunate events, finally crapped out completely, with the keyboard breaking. Now, I don't know if you've tried to use a computer without a keyboard, but it's hard to get anything done, let alone blog. I ended up having to reformat, and all the problems I was having with it appear to be fixed.
Anyway! That was not the point of this post. I am just good at getting myself off track.
So, New Moon. I saw Twilight last year and was thoroughly entertained by it. I was not expecting to be blown away by the acting or the plot, and I wasn't. I just thought it was so funny that I didn't mind spending $12.50 on a ticket to see it for a second time only two weeks later. It was just that hilarious. The general opinion seems to be that New Moon is better, so I was semi excited to go see it, thinking that if it wasn't unintentionally funny it might actually be okay.
And… no. Just no. It was horrible. I was so happy to get the day off work so I could go see it, and I was completely disappointed. It wasn't that funny, deliberately or otherwise. The acting was just plain bad. The pacing was completely off. Everyone looked way uglier than they did in Twilight. (What? I'm allowed to be superficial.)
The movie started off nicely enough. The opening scene certainly looked pretty, although I nearly threw up in my mouth when I saw Edward. I really think they need to lay off the white makeup – and it would probably be smart to get rid of the crimson lipstick, too. I also found it funny that Charlie bought Bella a $250 camera, while Renee bought her a scrapbook.
I had a good laugh when Edward walked in slow motion near the beginning of the movie, and I cheered quietly when Bella told Edward that he was creepy (since he is 109 years old). The effect was kind of lost when she decided that she wasn't actually serious enough about this thought to, you know, act on it or anything.
Other things that didn't make sense: 1) Bella gets a papercut (that bleeds like WHOA; that is not what a papercut is like, okay?), which is not such a huge deal – and Edward flips his shit and throws her against the wall, causing her to bleed even more. Wow, that was smart, Edward! Let's make her BLEED ALL OVER THE PLACE in a room of RAVENOUS VAMPIRES. Good job, buddy! 2) When Edward leaves, Bella runs after him and the screen gets darker1 until she finally curls up to… die? Who knows. 3) Bella screams every night, apparently having nightmares about Edward dumping her or something equally horrifying. Now, okay, maybe people scream when they're having bad dreams, but I'm pretty sure they don't scream like that. 4) When Bella throws Jacob a piece of pizza, he catches it and it turns into a wrench. This confused my friend so much tha she can't stop talking about how much she hated that part. 4) Jacob: "Oh, by the way, Harry Clearwater had a heart attack." Bella: "Oh. Is he okay?" Jacob: "Eh, you know, he's gone. Now let's get you into some dry clothes." Uh… really? Nobody is at all upset by this? I realise that this is just a plot device to get Edward to freak out when he hears that Charlie is "planning a funeral" (which he thinks is Bella's), but it could have been just a tiny bit more believable.
Things that I found hilarious: 1) The first time Jacob took his shirt off. I'm told that people at other screenings screamed and yelled various things about how hot Taylor Lautner is. At my screening, the theater burst into a mutual round of laughter. It's just so ridiculous. He's bending down next to Bella after she cuts her head open, and suddenly he stands up and whips his shirt off? This was apparently to dab the blood off of her forehead (although it didn't seem to help much), but it was completely out of the blue. 2) When Jane starts torturing Edward. His facial expressions? Priceless. I'm pretty sure the only word to describe how he looks is "constipated". 3) The fact that the movie that Bella, Mike, and Jake go to see is called Face Punch. I mean, really? Really? Need I even say more?
Now, let's talk about the pacing! Oh my god, the pacing! The Laurent plot point takes up, oh, three minutes. It's over nearly as soon as it starts. Twilight (movie) was decent that way – in the book, it's just a bunch of "omg I love you but you want to eat me but omg I don't care make me into a vampire omg you're so beautiful and you sparkle omg", followed by Stephenie Meyer's eventual realisation that this may need to have a plot somewhere (like, say, after 250 pages); in the movie, there was some foreshadowing. In New Moon? Not so much. It's a very literal interpretation of the book. This is a problem, since the books kind of suck.
The acting, as I mentioned, was just awful. I can get very, very into movies, to the point of feeling actual fear/elation/whatever, if the acting is good. I mean… sometimes, it's not like I'm watching a movie. It's like it's actually happening. While I was watching New Moon, the whole thing just felt like watching people act. Awkwardly. Which was what it was, of course. Kristen Stewart is just not a good actress. People thought she did a better job in this movie, but I didn't see it. Robert Pattinson2 isn't much better. His "American" accent really gets in the way of my enjoyment – and let's face it, he's not a very good actor anyway. I found all the Cullens as awkward as they were in Twilight. The only standout performance for me was Charlie, although I thought Taylor Lautner did a good job too.
I thought the movie version of Twilight was surprisingly decent, and not just because it was funny. It emphasised the novel's few good points and did its best to detract from the many problems. In New Moon, this just didn't happen. It was the most boring book in the series, in my opinion, and the movie was just as bad.
As a general rule, I do not like cheese and I don't appreciate the ~sentimental value~ of a lot of things. However, Christmastime brings out the cheesiness in me. Ever since I was little, I've always been full of Christmas spirit1, this warm, fuzzy feeling that I can't properly describe. You'd think I'd have grown out of it the same year that I was finally able to sleep easily on Christmas Eve, or maybe the year that I became Santa, eating the snacks my younger cousins (ages 4, 6, and 7) left for him. But, no, I still have a lot of Christmas spirit and I still love that cheesy feeling.
I love all the Christmassy ads on TV and on websites. In fact, when looking up an adjective for "cheesy" on
Comfortable footwear is everything. You will not survive an 8-hour shift if you're cramming your feet into tight shoes.
When they call someone to the damage room, they really mean the bathroom. I had never noticed anyone saying that before, but now that I know what it means I hear it all the time.
When they are selling reduced fruits, it's because the fruit is rotten. This could probably be figured out with a grain of common sense, but I still think it's sneaky for them not to say it's rotten!
People do not tend to understand what "void" means.
People either don't read their coupons or like to try to scam you. Guess what? We read the coupons.
Veal cutlets feel very squishy and disgusting.
Although 20 hours of training feels like overkill to me, some people could use at least 30. When you're typing in something with a reduced price, you do not need the code for that item. I got that the first time; some people need to have it explained to them 5 or more.
When you're actually checking items out, all the codes you've taken hours to memorise suddenly disappear from your consciousness.
People do not know how to read signs that clearly state what's on sale and what isn't.
People don't understand that when a) the gate is closed, b) there is a sign saying "next available lane, please", c) the people at the cash are not in uniform, and d) there is paper spread across the conveyer belt, THE LANE IS NOT OPEN. Seriously. I have already had to tell at least 50 people that the lane is closed, and I've only had 3 training shifts.
Lemons are 4053. This is one code that I will not forget, for whatever reason.
Similarly, clementines are 4450. However, I think it's quite obvious why I know this.
Bags cost 5 cents. They have always cost 5 cents where I work, and there has been a 5 cent tax on plastic bags in my province for quite awhile now. However, a surprisingly large amount of people seem outraged when you charge them 25 cents for 5 bags.
People do not know how to swipe a credit card.
People don't understand that if you leave your item at the cash without telling the cashier, it's fair game. The cashier has too much to worry about to notice your bag of lemons. Somebody else may take them, yes. If you don't want them to be purchased by somebody else, take them with you when you go back into the store.
People have a lot of pennies that they want to get rid of.
In short, most people who shop at supermarkets are apparently not that smart. I just tell myself that for every second I deal with them, I make a tiny fraction of a dollar. I am also gaining ~valuable work experience~ so that I'll be able to get a halfway decent job (i.e. not at a supermarket) in the (hopefully) near future.
Today I was walking home from a job interview1, and by "today" I mean "a few minutes ago". Here I am, minding my own business and walking down the street carrying a huge case of contact solution that I picked up at the mall, when a woman walks into me. From behind. Know why? Because she's texting.
Now, when people walk into me because they're texting, or when cars don't slow down at the crosswalk, I tend to give them a dirty look. That's justified, right? I mean, this woman walked into me. From behind! Because she was texting! So, of course, I shoot her a glare. And you know what she does? She shoots me a glare right back.
Yep, because I should have known that she was behind me, about to walk into me, all because she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Clearly it's my fault. God, Clem, why on Earth would you be pissed off at her? Seriously now.
People text too much.
There, I said it. It's true. I read an article about a girl who sends and receives 500 texts a day. Since I got my first phone 3 years ago, I don't know if I've even sent 500 texts total. And, yes, I realise I'm weird. I know people my age text a lot. But you know what? I don't like it.
I don't like walking down the street with my friend while she responds to the 85 billion incoming texts she has and trying to hold a conversation. I'll say something while she's texting, she'll look up and go "Huh?", I'll say, "Never mind," and she'll say, "No, no, really! I really want to know! What did you say?" Uh, if you really want to know, why don't you pay attention the first time? Why don't you NOT respond to texts for the ten minutes that it takes to walk home from the subway station? It can't be that urgent.
And texting during class? Please. Okay, maybe the occasional "oh my god I am dying of boredom in this stupid class", but if you text throughout the whole class and then complain to the teacher that you need another week before the test because you really, really, really don't get it, too bad for you. Some of us actually pay attention and do well on the test. (Okay, maybe I didn't do really, really, really well, but I genuinely do not understand many aspects of chemistry. I also have little desire to understand it.)
One last item in this little rant – texting during the Remembrance Day ceremony.
I'll just give you a little time to let that sink in.
Yes. It happened. Here we are, 2000 students2, listening to poems and speeches, when somebody's cell phone starts to ring. Their ring tone? My Humps, by the Black Eyed Peas. Really now. To top this off, my friend, standing next to me, was indeed texting. Now, I don't care if you hate war. I don't care if you don't think that the soldiers died for our freedom. They did die, and this is the time to respect them. You can't turn off your phone for fifteen minutes? Because, yeah, the ceremony was literally fifteen minutes long.
Honestly. I'm not saying nobody should ever text, but it seems like people are becoming incredibly dependent on their phones. Texting is an easy, convenient way to reach people, but it takes you away from the real world. Is it really necessary to be in contact with them all day long? Maybe it's just me, but I feel like sometimes it's nice to turn of your cell phone and live in the real world.
ETA: I did mean to add this to the original post as an aside, but I forgot. ANYWAY! Jem just had her daughter Isabel today, so YAAAAAY, CONGRATS!!