AHHHHHHHHHHH! For fuck sakes!!!!! The title above refers to what a Hamilton Public Library staff member said to me on the phone yesterday, shortly after I returned my borrowed library books.
She falsly accused me of my "imaginary" dog chewing one of the books that I returned and now there is $19.32 fine on my library card! I KNOW!....I don't even have a dog....
I shall be walking over to the library shortly to "deal" with the situation. I'll tell you how it all goes down later tonight...it should be interesting!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Degeneration of Love
Everything is fading. Losing its authenticity. Its creative spark. Or maybe it's just me and my perspective on life.
When I hear about friends buying houses, getting married or starting a "career"....I cringe at the thought. I am 22 right now and if I had to be some pregnant, married lady living in the suburbs planting flowers and gossiping about neighbours, as well as dealing with the financial worries of car payments and a mortgage by the time I am 27....then......life reallly does suck-ass!
I don't have a problem with people who are "generally happy" with the lifestyle stated "above." I just have a problem with people who say, "I NEED to be married by 26 and have kids before I'm 30 and live in a two car garage suburbian home with either a Lexus or Mercedes or both on my driveway." My question is - What if you don't really love the person you are dating when you are 26? Do you then just settle with them anyway? Hoping and praying (I'm assuming these individuals are religious) that it will work out? Do you live the next 20 odd years of your life lying to youself? Worse off, lying to the person you are married to? Do you wonder from time to the time all the "what ifs" you didn't fulfill because you HAD TO and DESPERATELY NEEDED to pretend to yourself and most importantly everyone else that your life turned out accordingly to the general public's notion of "normality"?
I personally believe that if I had to live the next 20 years wondering everyday what it should have been or would have been, then life would not be worth living at all.
Love...with a capital "L". Isn't that what people who get married, have kids, etc....are all searching for and believe to have found? At least I hope it is.
But love doesn't come pre-packaged nor does it sit neatly displayed on a shelf with a price tag. It doesn't come with a list of warnings or incentives, rather... I wonder, is it really "Love" that people are seeking these days? Or is it just security? A pay cheque? A nice car? A good fuck? An approval? A competition? A possession?...
When I hear about friends buying houses, getting married or starting a "career"....I cringe at the thought. I am 22 right now and if I had to be some pregnant, married lady living in the suburbs planting flowers and gossiping about neighbours, as well as dealing with the financial worries of car payments and a mortgage by the time I am 27....then......life reallly does suck-ass!
I don't have a problem with people who are "generally happy" with the lifestyle stated "above." I just have a problem with people who say, "I NEED to be married by 26 and have kids before I'm 30 and live in a two car garage suburbian home with either a Lexus or Mercedes or both on my driveway." My question is - What if you don't really love the person you are dating when you are 26? Do you then just settle with them anyway? Hoping and praying (I'm assuming these individuals are religious) that it will work out? Do you live the next 20 odd years of your life lying to youself? Worse off, lying to the person you are married to? Do you wonder from time to the time all the "what ifs" you didn't fulfill because you HAD TO and DESPERATELY NEEDED to pretend to yourself and most importantly everyone else that your life turned out accordingly to the general public's notion of "normality"?
I personally believe that if I had to live the next 20 years wondering everyday what it should have been or would have been, then life would not be worth living at all.
Love...with a capital "L". Isn't that what people who get married, have kids, etc....are all searching for and believe to have found? At least I hope it is.
But love doesn't come pre-packaged nor does it sit neatly displayed on a shelf with a price tag. It doesn't come with a list of warnings or incentives, rather... I wonder, is it really "Love" that people are seeking these days? Or is it just security? A pay cheque? A nice car? A good fuck? An approval? A competition? A possession?...
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Administrative Peeps
I am referring to the hundreds and thousands of administrative peeps that campuses across Canada seem to hire. I don't know about your campus, but mine has particularly given me a hard time. Sometimes I think they go out of their way to find new and innovative ways to piss me off.
The osap office.... 2nd year university.... "Dear, is Elly your 'real' name?... are you sure the name Elly appears on your birth certificate?...were you even born in Canada?....or do you happen to have your birth certificate on you so i can varify it?"
LADY! You are kind of crossing the line here! First of all, do not call me "dear" and who the hell carries their birth certificate in their back pocket?!? (if you do and you are reading this, is that something i should have on me at all times?!?) She didn't just kind of cross the line...she DID cross it...she crossed the "I think I'm going to punch you in the face for suggesting that because I do not have a generic North American name, you are going to make me go back to the gov't office and change the "hyphenated" CHINESE translated into English middle name that I have, just so I can line up for another hour and look you in the face and say, here is my brand new "improved" hyphenated North American-fied name line!!!" Yes, I was pretty pissed off! Btw, if she ever took a look at my birth certificate, it would have a great big British stamp across it!....4 weeks after the incident, I finally received my tuition money from the gov't...a whole $1000.
Fast forward to....today. I am at the Registrar's office because I recieved a letter saying that "You are not eligible for admissions to.....blah blah blah"
I was specifically told that my summer courses would factor into my average, so off I went to the Registrar's office. Who do I encounter? But another lady administrative peep..."Oh, but when you applied, you didn't notify us that you were a M_______ student...it doesn't say on my screen that you ever came to M_______."
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!?! My reply,"First off, when you saw my application and saw that I have a damn M_______ student number that begins with "03", meaning that I've been at this university since 2003, wouldn't you think that I have taken courses here before?!?!?! Also, what is wrong with M_________ 's technology?!?!?! Shouldn't it all be linked....i.e. one department can type in my name and student number and see the exact same info as another department." I ended up asking my Humanities Department for answers, and guess what, they were actually able to tell me something substantial!
Damn you administrative peeps...you have made my life at university awfully complicated and way more confusing than it should have been... but after 4 yrs or so.... despite all the mix-ups, rude remarks, and suggestively racial comments that I have received... I am still here....knowing that even at my lowest point in university, my life has still been better than yours!
The osap office.... 2nd year university.... "Dear, is Elly your 'real' name?... are you sure the name Elly appears on your birth certificate?...were you even born in Canada?....or do you happen to have your birth certificate on you so i can varify it?"
LADY! You are kind of crossing the line here! First of all, do not call me "dear" and who the hell carries their birth certificate in their back pocket?!? (if you do and you are reading this, is that something i should have on me at all times?!?) She didn't just kind of cross the line...she DID cross it...she crossed the "I think I'm going to punch you in the face for suggesting that because I do not have a generic North American name, you are going to make me go back to the gov't office and change the "hyphenated" CHINESE translated into English middle name that I have, just so I can line up for another hour and look you in the face and say, here is my brand new "improved" hyphenated North American-fied name line!!!" Yes, I was pretty pissed off! Btw, if she ever took a look at my birth certificate, it would have a great big British stamp across it!....4 weeks after the incident, I finally received my tuition money from the gov't...a whole $1000.
Fast forward to....today. I am at the Registrar's office because I recieved a letter saying that "You are not eligible for admissions to.....blah blah blah"
I was specifically told that my summer courses would factor into my average, so off I went to the Registrar's office. Who do I encounter? But another lady administrative peep..."Oh, but when you applied, you didn't notify us that you were a M_______ student...it doesn't say on my screen that you ever came to M_______."
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!?! My reply,"First off, when you saw my application and saw that I have a damn M_______ student number that begins with "03", meaning that I've been at this university since 2003, wouldn't you think that I have taken courses here before?!?!?! Also, what is wrong with M_________ 's technology?!?!?! Shouldn't it all be linked....i.e. one department can type in my name and student number and see the exact same info as another department." I ended up asking my Humanities Department for answers, and guess what, they were actually able to tell me something substantial!
Damn you administrative peeps...you have made my life at university awfully complicated and way more confusing than it should have been... but after 4 yrs or so.... despite all the mix-ups, rude remarks, and suggestively racial comments that I have received... I am still here....knowing that even at my lowest point in university, my life has still been better than yours!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Sex and the City
For all the guys who are going to be reading this...Yes, my first blog entry is going to be about the Sex and the City movie. Why shouldn't it be? I'm a female, who grew up in the city and I have lots of.....................clothes. What did you think I was going to write?!? =P
As I was standing in line for theatre number 10 in Burlington and waiting for its doors to open, I noticed that there was only two types of groups in line for this movie - 1) the group of gfs who made a pact about seeing the movie ever since it was announced on Perez Hilton.com (this group ranged from barely legal 19 yr olds to middle aged women) 2) the girlfriend who somehow managed to drag her boyfriend to see a movie about middle-aged women that have more of a sex drive than any 16 year old teenage boy.
Surprisingly, I didn't notice any gay guys. I guess it's because I watched the movie in the "Suburbs of Burlington." I really should have watched the movie inToronto. Anyways, so group #1 - the group of gfs.
As I sat in the theatre, I noticed that many of the "group of gfs" came walking up the stairs "all dressed up in cocktail dresses/evening dresses/babydoll dresses" (side note: look it up if you don't know what a "babydoll dress" is). After you do so, just imagine girl after girl in their mid-20s coming into the theatre all decked out in their baby doll dresses, clutches, and stilletto heels. I'm pretty sure they were thinking, "OMG, I look sooo POSH tonight!!!" You know what I was thinking?!?! Dressing up to attend the Sex and the City movie is EQUIVALENT to dressing up for a STAR WARS movie as CHEWBACCA or DARTH WADER and your stilletto heels and clutches are comparable to LIGHT SABERS!!!
I would never date a guy who dressed up to attend a Star Wars movie! So guys, NEVER go out with a girl who dresses up to go to a Sex in the City movie! Unless, you are one of those guys who dress up to the Star Wars movies...but group #1 girls never go for the Star Wars dude anyways, so Star Wars dudes...no need to worry!
Just to furthur expand on group #1 - when the pre-credits started, the group of middle aged women who were sitting to the left of me made this particular comment, "Anyone under 30 would not understand this movie!"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Ladies ...you live in the suburbs of Ancaster/Burlington, you are ALL baby mamas, and no offence, but none of you are even close to a size 2...more like a size 12...none of you are remotely attractive nor seem to know how to dress your body shape for that matter. You shop at SHOPPING MALLS! and probably in the discount sections of Reitmans or Suzy Sher. What disgusted me the most was that they howled at every shirtless man that appeared on the screen! These ladies were pretty much comparable to bald, fat middle-aged men who gawk and make sexual comments at young ladies at the bar. It was abosolutely repulsive!
But I would greatly recommend the Sex and the City movie to anyone and everyone. It's worth the $10 price ticket just to see who shows up that night to the theatre!
As I was standing in line for theatre number 10 in Burlington and waiting for its doors to open, I noticed that there was only two types of groups in line for this movie - 1) the group of gfs who made a pact about seeing the movie ever since it was announced on Perez Hilton.com (this group ranged from barely legal 19 yr olds to middle aged women) 2) the girlfriend who somehow managed to drag her boyfriend to see a movie about middle-aged women that have more of a sex drive than any 16 year old teenage boy.
Surprisingly, I didn't notice any gay guys. I guess it's because I watched the movie in the "Suburbs of Burlington." I really should have watched the movie inToronto. Anyways, so group #1 - the group of gfs.
As I sat in the theatre, I noticed that many of the "group of gfs" came walking up the stairs "all dressed up in cocktail dresses/evening dresses/babydoll dresses" (side note: look it up if you don't know what a "babydoll dress" is). After you do so, just imagine girl after girl in their mid-20s coming into the theatre all decked out in their baby doll dresses, clutches, and stilletto heels. I'm pretty sure they were thinking, "OMG, I look sooo POSH tonight!!!" You know what I was thinking?!?! Dressing up to attend the Sex and the City movie is EQUIVALENT to dressing up for a STAR WARS movie as CHEWBACCA or DARTH WADER and your stilletto heels and clutches are comparable to LIGHT SABERS!!!
I would never date a guy who dressed up to attend a Star Wars movie! So guys, NEVER go out with a girl who dresses up to go to a Sex in the City movie! Unless, you are one of those guys who dress up to the Star Wars movies...but group #1 girls never go for the Star Wars dude anyways, so Star Wars dudes...no need to worry!
Just to furthur expand on group #1 - when the pre-credits started, the group of middle aged women who were sitting to the left of me made this particular comment, "Anyone under 30 would not understand this movie!"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Ladies ...you live in the suburbs of Ancaster/Burlington, you are ALL baby mamas, and no offence, but none of you are even close to a size 2...more like a size 12...none of you are remotely attractive nor seem to know how to dress your body shape for that matter. You shop at SHOPPING MALLS! and probably in the discount sections of Reitmans or Suzy Sher. What disgusted me the most was that they howled at every shirtless man that appeared on the screen! These ladies were pretty much comparable to bald, fat middle-aged men who gawk and make sexual comments at young ladies at the bar. It was abosolutely repulsive!
But I would greatly recommend the Sex and the City movie to anyone and everyone. It's worth the $10 price ticket just to see who shows up that night to the theatre!
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