Little people can have TNA bags too.

Ok. long stories. i refuse to let this habit die due to the fact (and its a fact because its the truth) writing in here helps me relieve some of the tension of not having you all here to talk to whenever i feel like (however our mutual brain waves for phone calls today was creepy and a little helpful).

So Brock and Emily are getting married and i feel very happy about it. Because if Emily, who is fun and honest and opinionated and geniune, still loves Brock for all that he is, it must mean that Im not such a terrible judge in character and that all of those people that harbor hatred for him and douche bags. That and I get to be invited to the wedding. And that my friend makes me happy to know it will be a glame event that i can dance and drink and see seany b and amy and laura and brock and emily in the same place and hopefully relive the fun held at the last ad christmas party. its a shame that Craig (the baldheaded nicest boy around) is currently involved with a creepy girl from loyalist. Some times i think i messed up by not trying to make it work with him and then i remember the way he said "do you wanna get fucked" the first *and only* time we had sex. it was scary and a huge turn off. aaaaanyways....

my interview went so well. Ryan, the Art Director for both companies, said if it was up to him he would hire me right now but he had to let myron know and he would call me. I assumed today. I apparently not. Anyways, so the extra good news is that if (and when) I get this job is that i'll hopefully have two weeks (if not one) off for christmas. The extra good news is that my marchie says that she will pay for half of my plane ticket to come home!!! YAAAAH!! I can't even explain how happy i feel about it! Except to say that i'll be sad not to have my car because I won't be able to drive anywhere.. it'll be the train/bus for me.. but believe you me.. there will be an obscene amount of bus/train riding to toronto/ottawa.

anyways. i will be huging my cell for the next.. however long it takes for MyRon to call me. yaaaaarg.

anyhoo. must sleep. another sleepless night. not sure what time i have to work tomorra.. so im just gonna go in til 9 and work til when im supposta... at least that way i can say i wanted to make up for the hours i missed today by being "sick". and then i'll quit. oh im so evil.

xxoo
waffey

"Only two things are forever. Diamonds and Stink Bottom"

Stink Bottom. Muffy. Muffus Puffus. Stink Face. Cable layer. Doodie? Bud. Buddikins. Bunny. It doesn't matter what his name is. He's dying. My kitty is dying. He may be 16 years old. And he may be over 15 pds. But pets are supposed to live forever. aren't they? Marchie says he's having seizures and he twitches and pees on the floor and loses control of his body and then lies under the chair all day. beasely is going home this weekend to say goodbye. they are taking him to the vet next week and farch says there will probably not be anything they can do but put him down. Farchie says it wouldn't be right to let him suffer. He is not a happy cat anymore. I wish i could be there. Muffus is my oldest friend. funny how i've know this for two days and just now im crying.

my second interview is now tomorrow. too much snow on monday. everyone lost their minds. rubber boots and umbrellas were their defense. i don't really wanna talk about it right now.

where does one go to meet people who will hug them because they look sad?

Interviews, men with packages, and gas.

Well. Where do I start.

Friday: Friday I went to a "Fundraiser" for the Synchro Club. Thats right. When I say Synchro Club I mean the club that has synchronized swimming listed as their main activity. Karley says we are getting the tickets from a boy. Therefore one would suspect said boy was a synchronized swimmer. Therefore thinking he would wear skimpy bathing suits as a hobby THEREFORE being really fit and hot. Boy was I wrong.

a) there were no boys in skimmy bathing suits.
b) there were no boys that were synchronized swimmers.
c) there were no hot OR fit boys.

Instead, there were a lot of asian girls and boys. They were ALL size 2's and wearing sadly hip-like clothing and danced badly. Infact I think I was part of two minorities: the caucasion variety, and the people who weigh more than their shoes. It was a terrible terrible night full of asian girls, no english, bad dancing and karley wanting me to constantly entertain her. It was exhausting and I didn't have nearly enough to drink. AND Karley felt the need to point out every ridiculous sight she saw and say "that was you last weekend". What does one do when that is said? Especially when you know thats how you were, you had fun doing it, and wish you were doing it now? I did the shocked and embarrassed move so hopefully she wouldn't ever ask me to come out with her again. Tada.

Saturday: First my lock was frozen. Then there was an eight car pileup on the highway. As it turns out, the entirity of this island loses their mind when there is a little bit of weather. I mean there were people driving the wrong way, people driving in the medians, people gawking, turning around, the whole shebang. So I got home at 9 and had to be at work for 9:30. What do i do? You know it. Call in to say Im going to be late and instead of showering i go to mcdonalds for a borito breakfast. I tell ya Im one class act. I then proceed to die the entire day due to delayed hangover sydrome which apparently even happens when you dont get drunk. BUT then I had a wonderful evening.

Tia and I went to see the Alberta Dance Company's The Nutcracker and we dressed up and wore heels and and silk skirts. It was great. Men in tights. mmmmm. Pretty dresses. mmmmm. Eggnog with Rum from hot bartender. mmmmmmmmmmmm. And then we went to Boston Pizza for dinner and learned with astonishment that Boston Pizza in BC can no longer have Fish Bowl Fridays due to a pending lawsuite against the size of the drinks. It was sad, there were tears. But we laughed and had a hilarious times. She brough tiny opera binoculars to the ballet so we could get better looks at their packages. cough. foot work. Anyways. It was wonderful until i got stomach ripping, intestine burning gas. Thats right. I thought I was going to die with my entrials... entrailing. And then i was fine. Who knew Gas X was so great. I never leave home without it.

And here you fing me. Well rested on Sunday evening after a meal with the crazies of meatloaf and beets. My second interview is tomorra. Which is nerve racking because they want me to demonstrate why I am so awesome. I hope I look hot at least. The Art Directors Name which i will be seeing is Ryan. I hope he is young and wants to marry me so I don't have to do anything hard. sigh. neeeervous.

it snowed all day. thats all Im going to say on the matter. fuck.

I was about to say when I had a sudden desire to poop.

Well I had my interview today! It was absolutely great. And to think, I was nervous that I wasn't going to be good enough. Silly me. Well it went great. So as it turns out I applied to be a design assistant and myron (yes thats his name) decided that I would be better suited as a pre press technician even though I've never managed a printing press not to mention printed on canvas!
So yeah. My job would be to manage EVERYthing that comes into the company, prepare it, secure it and proof it, send it to the desired locations, receive them back proof and send to clients, image correction and printing, designing and typograhy and all the prepress work. Its fucking nuts. So much responsibility. Enough that I even get my own office! Fucking nuts! I love it! So I'll know by friday if I got it or not. I can't wait. This girl if going shopping for big girl clothes this weekend if she gets this job!!.

Thats all i feel like typing now. OH. and I can't wait for the mail to come!
xxoo

12.5 great things about living by myself

1. I can sit in my work clothes all evening and even sleep if them if i please because no one would know unless i told them. not that happens.. just sayin.

2. I can drink milk/apple juice/wine right outa the bottle when ever i feel like it.. i don't even have to be sneaky.

3. I can get dressed in the living room while watch breakfast television.

4. Not doing my dishes for 4 days isn't a crime.

5. there are clothes everywhere.

6. I can dance around and sing and be silly without nasty glares or comments to quiet down.

7. I can just pretend not to be here by not answering the phone and msn and no one will know the difference.

8. I don't have to comprimise over the tv schedule.

9. no one here to distract me from work.

10. i can sit around in my robe all day.

11. I can watch smutty shows on tv without being self concious about people hearing me. not that i do.

12. I don't have to listen to music/talking/crying or sex from the roomie.

12.5 All of these things only count when the crazies aren't bugging me.

In other news. Im broken. All of my muscles and inerds hurt due to malibu and dancing. But do not fret, they say the more you where heels the easier they get.. and i love my heels. Just maybe not dancing for a while. LOL.

Hope you liked your gift maddam! I'll talk to you later.

xxoo
waffey.

Oh these dancing feet of mine hurt! Real BAD!

Sigh. Well I made the best of last night. I think you all would be proud. Or at least you would have laughed along with me and had a wildly good time too.

So yesterday I went shopping and baught a cute little jean skirt (a size 11 might i add) a pear of gorgeously hot heels and a $34 can of hairspray. I'll go into detail about the hairspray in a minute. And then tottled home to get ready to go to karley's as we had plans to meet at 6 and go to dinner and dancing. Well 6 comes and go a no phone call. So I call her. She's at Chris's house. Apparently they have to talk. So we finally meet up after 7 and thats when i hear this little tune;

for the past two weeks Karley has been sleeping over at Chris's house. She is in love with him and he is in love with her. Thats all fine and dandy except that she is refusing to date him because his roommate who is kinda her friend likes him. That right. She will sleepover in his bed (saying they don't do anything.. but I know what happens in that bed.. I don't call it The Gordon Head International House of Sausage for nothing) but not date him. And she is mad that she can't date him. I just told her to make up her mind cause she can't have it both ways. You can't lead a guy on, sleep in his bed, spend every waking moment with him and then in the next breath refuse to go out with him when you know that he is in love with you. All or nothing.

So anyways, she doesn't drink. Which one normally says thats fine, but to be frank, it plain sucks when the girl turns out to be uber conservative. I just wanted to dance. I don't care who it was with or home many people it was with. Its just dancing. Its not like I was sleeping with them, not to mention making out with them. But to her.. I looked like a major slut. She was actually looking at me with a distasteful look. Believe you me, I've done way worst things then dance with a few boys. I had a great time. I met a few nice one and a few creepy ones. At the end of the night these two guys approached me and were like "we noticed you standing over here looking tired and thought that if you wanted you should come out to Hush tomorra night. Its like a rave scene". Karley was like "i don't think so, I have school". But not me, this character was like "Thanks! Thats sounds awesome, I might check it out". The girl has no social skills. We then proceeded to walk 12,000 blocks to a 7/11. Thats right. They have 7/11's everywhere here! Where there was a small gathering of bar people. I struck up a conversation with one about smart food and then all of a sudden he was getting thrown out of the store on his ass with popcorn in hand unpaid for. Being the good person I believe he was he handed the popcorn to me to put it back on the shelf. He was cute. We then proceeded to walk 14,998 more blocks where we hailed a cab. Which was just in the nic of time because although i was heavily drunk, my shoes were absolutely killing me. I couldn't even get them back on this morning. They are completely and utterly swollen and fat and throbby. They hurt.

To top this terrible story off, i felt like a fuck and run today cause i got up at 8:30 and grabbed my stuff and left. No note, no number no telling karley, natta. lol. It might have been rude, yes, but i'm beginning to see that although some people are nice and friendly, it doesn't mean you should go drinking and dancing with them. Some people aren't meant for drinking and dancing and that is not there fault. And to be honest Im a little sick of chris and his drama. I'd just prefer to forget about him.

Tada. Over and out! Ps. Im excited for the mail!! And I think you should see happy feet. It will prove my man eating peguin thoughts. miss you heaps and heaps and glad you weekend with your marchie was a good one!

xxoo waffey.

You can mumble all you want.. but only cause you can tap dance.

Good morning!

Yesterday was a wonderfully fabulous day when it comes to moving on and moving up. First of all, I got an interview with Myron at Island Art Publishing. Silly me forgot to find out what the company does and figure this one out; They are art dealers who produce brochures, advertising and catalgues for Artists. If thats not cool I don't know what is! However, its not a magazine, but think of the experience! And the fact that I'll be back in the publishing industry! Sigh. I am one happy duck. However, I feel bad for having to quit at Shoppers this time of year. I think I am being depended on. That is a nice yet terrible feeling. My Marchie says that one has to do what one has to do, but always do it responsibly. So I must give my two weeks notice, but that is sad. sigh.

After work I then went out to dinner and a movie with Tia (heidi with blond hair). We had mexican in the funniest weirdest like mexican restaurant ever. I don't know these adjectives as facts as I have never been to a mexican restuarant. But it was funny. I liked it. The food was actually quite good. I think i had some sort of deep fried beans and meat borito thingy. With more beans and rice bit. Good.

We then went to see Happy Feet. You know, the one with the peguins! I thought it was very amusing. I have seen better animated movies, but this ones redeaming qualitites would have to have been the choreographed peguin dancing, the musical interludes and the big snotty elephant seals. No joke, there was snot involved. A recommended see, but only if you rent it or go to a supremely cheap theatre. The theatre here in Sidney is the funniest like theatre in the history of theatres. They have a couches in it. And when they have birthday parties they let the birthday person turn the movie on! Love it.

And that was the end. A good day. Tomorra shoud be busy. FInish up porfolio, find outfit to wear out tonight, go to gym and heading out dancing with karley. note to self. drink ones self into oblivion before going out. done.

waffey.
xxoo

i heart gospel and alex karev.

Today was kinda rough. Any normal person would just have done what needed to be done. But not this one. This one cried over things like the woman not being able to help me, the man not being about to send my letter out today and the woman not listening to me when i tell her what i need. You know why I cried? Because I was overwhelmed because my marchie couldn't fix it. Even Seany B said it. Relax. Go to bed. You can do it. Sigh. I did however leave work early and eat pizza and drink pear/grape juice watch the oc and greys and now i feel like myself again. That idealistic organized girl I know I am.


And then this afternoon when i got home from work the newspaper was on my doorstep folded open to the classifieds with one highlighted. Design Assistant Wanted for Publishing House. It mine as well said "Yo Waffey, are you wearing your big girl panties and coming to work or what?". So i applied right then and there. I feel excited and happy.

Other new and exciting things? I was nice to Cher today, even if she didn't deserve it, want it or warrent it. I made the effort.

Um.. the crazies were in my living room day. Do you know this? My floor is clean. Vaccuumed I think. I wonder what else they were in.

ps. i sent birthday present #1 today. The lady at the post office said she was sad to put brown paper of it. The boy at starbucks said it was the longest card note he'd ever seen and that he needed his pen back with ink in it. I even rushed it so I could call you on thursday and see how much you like it!

xxoo
waffey.

In the whole big scheme of things... ELLE magazine knows whats what.

Three things I learned today;

1. When getting ones eyebrows waxed ask for hard wax. Way less painful.

2. When dealing with insurance companies that have employees from other countries where english isn't their first language, don't call from a busy starbucks on your cell phone. It makes them even harder to understand.

3. When dealing with people who have an undfounded hatred for you, try never to play their game back. Unfounded soon becomes founded.


One Brave Thing I did today;

I wrote my name and my phone number down on a slip of paper and tucked it inside my pants so that when I saw my gym inspiration today I would give it to him. Alas, he wasn't there and now all I have is a stinky sweaty phone number. My phone number.

One funny thing I did today;

I wore my sweater zippered right up to the neck, parked at the furthest parking spot from the gym and then proceeded to skip all the way to the bulding singing "no one wants to fight me like you do.. do do do. do do do. do do do. combat baaaby. combat baby. etc".

One thing that made me sad today;

I saw a gianormous snow man made of lights. So much for christmas.

Four thing that makes me happy for the future;

1. Seeing Happy Feet with Tia on Friday.

2. Dancing with Karley on Saturday

3. Shopping with Karley on Sunday.

4. Amy coming to visit in May.

And onwards and upwards to the dishes I go. Turns out im pretty messy for only being here a couple hours a day. who knew?

xxoo
waffles.

have you ever ate garlic right outa the skin. i did. 10 minutes ago.

I know I know. Its been forever since I've been on here. But really. Thats a lie. Cause every day I come here hoping to write something or see a comment.. but then i get discouraged and don't write anything. Perhaps discouraged isn't the correct word. I think it might be a more of "where do i start" syndrome. Here gooooooesss.

Today. i went to work. not very exciting. AND THEN i saw melissa in the parking lot afterward. she was going to rhythmic gymnastics class! Fucking hilarious. The girl is 24.. bout my size and weight. So i went along. No participation but shit it was funny. They play with hoolahoops and make ruteins and stuff! It was like Hip Hop all over again! I want in.

So i have a new buddy. She's kinda like Heidi. Actually that is immediately who i thought of when she first talked to me. Her name is Tia. And she doesn't look like Heidi. But she sure does talk like her. And say funny things like her. And is uniquely willing to do things that make her happy no matter what other people think without actually saying or thinking outloud "I will do this because i want to and not because i want to buck the system." So yeah. Tia. We met at work. I brought a calander that had a picture of a cat biting a dogs nose with the title "Buddies" and i presented it to her and said "um, this may be awkward, but will you be my buddy." She said "Yes, as long as i don't have to bite your nose". I said that was fine, i would do all the biting. Yeah. So. we went out for drinks at a pretty restuarant down town on saturday and it was funny. I like her. We are going to see happy feet this weekend. you know. the one with the penguins and the dancing!

So yeah. That is the excite of my week. I have a friend that is like my friends and now things feel ok. Oh. and for christmas i want ikea gift certificates. I mean... if any of you get me anything. lol. Im so presumptuous. However. You three lovely ladies will be recieiving something. And bone and seans? if you want something I'm gonna need an address. at least. geeez.

xxoo.

jelly beans and bones. i hate cinnamon.

Well there have been a lot of emotions the last few days. First of all.. yesterday was not a sunshiney day. Despite the sunshine that actually happened. Thats actually why I thought it was going to be a wonderful day to begin with. The sun hasn't shone here in almost a week. Turns out.. it wasn't such a sunshiney day. In fact, just when I thought It would get better, there was a hurricane that ripped through Sidney. No joke. I suppose I was just being silly. Letting everything annoy me. Thea being a know it all. Cher being a stupid whore munger (excuse my dirty dirty mouth). Mike being extremely creepy. It all just made me annoyed. And then I talked to Monica. The cosmetic manager. She made me feel better. I work to live not live to work. Tada. You would think it would be that easy. Until the moment I decided I had to go outside to the trailers.. it decided to hurricane on me. Gail force winds. I damn near started to cry from frustration. And then Monica walked in. And we had a laugh about how silly I was being. And THEN the day got better.

A few days ago I took Chers knives off her desk. I don't know why I did it. Maybe to inconvience her. Annoy her. I didn't need them. I have my own. But I did it. And then I came into work on Tuesday and it was like all hell had broken loose. There were notes on everything reading "To whom ever took my knives, I need them to do my job, please return them". I nearly pissed myself. THe girl asked everyone in the damn building if they had her knives, but not me. She dislikes me soo much, that she wouldn't even approach me about her missing knives. WHo knows, maybe I would have returned it. But geee wiz, after she has made the hugest stink about it.. i don't want to give it back. I want to laugh and laugh and laugh. Because Im the winner here. No matter how low, how juivinelle, how silly, I get the last laugh. Or what I thought was the last laugh.

I got an email from Jason this morning. He's doing well. He's moved to Modury and has a beautiful house with "our" friend Josh. He is still with his girlfriend. Almost two years he says. I shed a tear. And then refused to shower. Im not sure what I was protesting by not showering, but it sure did feel like the right thing to do. I went to work deciding that today would be a bad day until something good happened. I went to work to work. I did my job and I did it well. And then the day turned good. There I was, standing on my little ladder in the fem paper isle. Yes thats right, I had a handful of maxipads and my boss, Jackie, approaches me and says up to me "Holly Dolly, you are doing a great job. And don't let anyone tell you anything different. We are glad you are here, every one of us, except for one, but she is the only one, and I will always bat for you".

They always say you don't need someone to verify your importance. You don't need someone to acknowledge your worth, but you know what, I think that is bullshit. Im a generally emotional girl. I am just as well known for being ridiculously silly and happy as I am for being angry, upset, sad or enthusiastic, passionate woman. But the one thing I do need in life, is reassurance that I am good at something. That I wore my hair differently, that my step maybe isn't as bright as it normally would be, that I did what I was told or that I went that extra step further. I am happy that my boss will "always bat for me". I am glad to be awknowledged as a good worker and person.

Tonight, I ate jelly beans and watched bones and laughed. Today was a good day. And I still have Chers knives and Jackie will always bat for me.

xxoo
waffles.

Its a good day. i can feel it.

Good morning one and all!

Today is Tuesday morning! The beginning on my work week. And ya know what? Since it's not monday morning, I can safely say today is going to be a good day.

The hints that today is a good day? a) nothing dramatic happened on the weekend so I won't have that to think about. b) I've finished my resume and am about to send it out. c) I got an email from jason today. d) I got an email from my mother today. e) and I feel good.

tada.
sorry there is nothing to report from the weekend. just work and sleep mostly. baught a new fancy printer too. spanky for sure!

gotta head to work now.. but sigh. oh well. gotta make the money some how. I did however just put in the call to Boulevard Magazine to talk to the Art Director. Apparently she screens her calls and won't directly talk to someone over the phone until she had time to think about it. Creepy.

best be off!
xxoo
holly

Buddies don't bite buddies noses.

Well that drama is over. Thank god. I guess that's the beauty of being somewhere new, with new people who owe you nothing and you owe them nothing.

We had words and decided that neither of us need the other as a friend. Tada.

Onward and Upward!

Portfolio is damn near ready. Calling Boulevard Magazine on Monday to talk about Job opportunities!

Sigh. Ps. I'm watching High School Musical. I think I might be a geek.

And I damn near said hello to a boy at the gym today. THIIIIIIIIS close. Hello is the first step hey? And ya'll be glad to know that he is just my type. no more of these 6"2 blonde musclar beauties. Give me a chunky kid with a mop of brown curly hair any day.

Pss. Jason's birthday is monday. To call or not to call. That is the question. A silly one since I don't know if i have his number. Sigh. Email it is.

Going to a concert Saturday with a girl from work and the boys (chris also apparently...oh well) I think it'll be good. You wait.

xxoo
waffles.

She said they were all dirty.. i said it could be just the mud.

Haha. So I call Karley today in hopes of arranging a greys/oc evening as apparently we both like both shows. Turns out (which i conveinently forgot) she was going to Chilliwak for the weekend to work the motocross games. lol. silly me. She says "Well come with me next weekend! I have to work but you might like it." And I say "I sure do like boys who ride motorbikes..." and she says "I don't, they are all dirty" and I say "Well it could just be the mud...." no. apparently they are all sluts. lol. Who knew?

Anyhoo. So plans are next weekend to go to chilliwak for motocross. lol. Im such a nerd its gross. But besides the "dirty" boys.. I have never been to chilliwak or to a motocross event! Ps. Who names the name of a town Chilliwak anyways. I bet it was the Indians. They have crazy names for everything. lol.

Adventures in cooking part two is underway. Im cooking pork chops on my fancy grill. But thats it. who needs vegetables anyways? Oh. And i was watching Miami Ink this afternoon and apparently Kat (the tattoooer) was getting homesick for LA and she was depressed and called her friend Rhiana and all of her friends surprised her in Miami cause she was homesick and then they convinced her to stay for another 6 months and giver' a go. THe moral of this story is... is thats kinda what happened cept nobody flew out to see me...

and to be honest i totally looked at buying airplane tickets for three lucky ladies for christmas today when i realized that no ones wants to be away from boyfriends/family on christmas including you guys.. so... plus they are uber expensive at christmas time. who knew?

im just full of new things today!! and you'll all be proud. accomplished one resume, one cover letter and matching portfolio nabby thing today. it was a rainy day in beautiful victoria but it just makes people crazier to stay dry !!

xxoo
waffles.

remember Thumb in Eye?

I forgot to tell you about dinner with te crazies!

The entire reason I was even going for dinner was to make the point that I wanted to be treated more as a tenant then family.That didn't go so smooth to say the least. They didn't catch on when i said "I will pay the rent on the first of every month because I am reliable and don't think it is appropriate to skip on it, even if you are family. I see this as a tenant/landlord situation." Lots of humming and haaaaaing.

Then! Aunt Donna comes to the rescue! (The oldest sister in my mums family). She calls randomly monday night and they begin talking about me. I don't know what crazy says but donna starts in on her with the "holly doesn't need another mother and you don't need another child..." routine. She must've made a dent, but I don't know why she said that at all. I haven't said anything to Donna and my mom swears she didn't either... but then my mom called and crazy brought it up with her about how I don't spend any time with them and that they aren't getting to know me very well.. and my mother was like "thats not why shes out there." and gave her the speil again wanting my freedom and not more parents.

funny stuff. so they are leaving this morning to go up island for a week.. and im pumped. the house all to myself!!!

the end.

ps. work was good yesterday... promises to be the same today. sigh.

xxoo