The count is now up to seven baby fish. My parents found 3 more babies in the pond, and brought them into the tank. You're supposed to put them in a bag/bucket of water when you bring them in, and let them slowly acclimate to the warmer temperature, but my father just threw them into the tank. I'm not getting too attached, in case they get too stressed by the dramatic water change and die. However, I'm once again looking for name requests. Again, to recap, we have: Orangey, Fishy, Seamus, Akira, Shakira, Johnny, and Sushi.

I had a pretty good weekend. Except for Friday - that was still pretty lame. I forgot to tell you, though, that I 'won' a gift (everyone got something, so it wasn't really 'winning'). It was a tiny, pager-sized screwdriver set. It was probably the worst prize there. Some of the better prizes was wine, a giant Costco-esque roll of Saran Wrap, and a year's supply of laundry detergent.

Otherwise, Saturday was spent doing.. not much. Oh, I rekindled my love for Riven and downloaded a walkthrough so I could go through the whole thing. My father and I played it years back, but got stuck, and never got back to it. I always like having hints or a walkthrough with me when I play an RPG. I enjoy solving the puzzles and what not, but, let's face it, I'm not smart enough to get some of them. So, I stayed up until 3am on Saturday night, though I still haven't finished it.

Sunday was spent running the roads with Sarah. I got a Rotary Tool set for my father for his birthday. I don't really know what that is, but I know he bid on one at an auction. Also, Sarah made a dee-lish roast chicken, with lemon and garlic stuffed up it's bum (or down it's neck... Not sure how that works..). Anyway, it was mighty tasty. We had 99 cent pudding cake for dessert. Hot damn!

As I know you're all waiting for it, the next volme of A Nine-Year Old Me will be coming shortly. I decided to skip forward in time a little bit, as I'm sure we've played out the drama that was Luke and Leeann.

Tonight was lame, as should be expected. It was a bunch of dorky 40 something year olds... and me. I spent my night talking with Peter, my supervisor's husband. We talked about pornography.

I had a couple drinks and came home.

*sigh*

I'm exhausted, and am looking forward to bed. What Not To Wear is on now, so I'll stay up and watch that. Woo.

Last night was pretty interesting. At one point I had my hand placed on my sort-of-supervisor's husband's naked arse, and inner thighs. At another point, I had my head firmly entrenched in a 80 year old's cooter.

I've had better nights.

That said, though, there were some highlights:

Y'know, the triangle is an underestimated instrument. So is the harmonica.

The woman on the right was who I was, uhm, intimate with. She couldn't get her cowboy boots on, so I had to get inbetween her legs and yank the damn things on for her. The beard is fake. I think.

This is a man who I see every day. He walks to the window outside the center about 5 times again and just... looks out of it. He never says a word. He was supposed to be Dolly Parton, but he looked more like Britney to me (note the bare midrift).

... I just don't know what to say about this.

It's sad when your 9-year old life is much more interesting then your 24-year old one:

January 18:
I saw Luke trying to walk beside me at scool! I'm invited to Mindi's party. I hope Luke like's me!. Bye!

January 19
Leeann says that she has 1 million dollars in the bank (false). Her mother would not be working if she had that money. (I'm a goddamn financial genuis, aren't I?)

January 20
Me, mom & dad went swimming. I have a cold. Me and James G. cleaned the boards but it was supposed to be me and cristina. bye.

January 21
Boy! We had a blizzard. everything was cancelled. I've got the feeling that tomorrow is going to be my lucky day. bye!

January 22
The heck with "Lucky". Me and Leeann broke up. I don't know why but Leeann picked the weirdest time and place to fight. (That's funny. Looking back, grade school friendships did have the passionate, off again/on again quality of more romantic relationships.)

January 23
I'm stressed out. Help! I think I'm going to calaspe. I didn't do much, we didn't have much of a gym time after lunch. bye.

January 24
I was the topic of 'the after lunch gosip hour', every body was asking me 'if I liked luke'. Me and luke are a little close. Well, bye.

January 11 (9:45):
Leeann told me that Luke told her that he like's me!! Leaann was kind of crappy. (again). Well, bye!

January 12 (9:35, around):
I'm begining to hate Leeann. She told everyone that I liked Luke, but then again she's not that bad. bye! (Literally, a love/hate relationship, I guess.)

January 13
I'm rating Leeann a 5 0! she told everybody! And then a bunch of people sang me and luke up a tree! bye!

January 14
We won basketball 68 to 2! I'm getting mader and mader by the hour (leeann). Ugh! I don't know why she did it!

January 15
Tanya is bugging me (about Luke). And it's all Leeann's fault! She better say sorry. bye!
and I sprained my finger

January 16
Leeann said sorry. But I still don't trust her that much. I get the feeling Luke likes me!. I'll tell you after. bye.

January 17
I think Luke like's me because he puts he's coat beside mine and he smiled at me when we went swimming.


Oh, the days of coatroom romance...

After I applied for The Best Job In The World, I called to ask when they would be starting interviews, etc. The woman I spoke to (Myrna, the ED) said that they would be shorlisting hopefully by Friday (the 7th). So, I waited, and waited. Last week I send off a quick email asking if they have shorlisted yet. I didn't want to be pushy, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. I didn't hear back, so I figured she was politely (if not somewhat passively), PFO-ing me. So, I gave up hope.

But then I had that dream this weekend (see post below), so I thought something better would come up. However, I just got an email from Myrna saying "We haven't short list yet and probably won't until next week as I am going to a conference this week." So, all hope is not lost. *re-crosses fingers, toes, and various other appendages*

To celebrate My Diaries as a Nine Year Old Girl, here are some pictures of me (and my sister) in our youth. Granted, I'm much younger than 9 in this pictures, but if gives you an idea of what kind of spunky kid I was, my family, and the weird clothes my mother dressed us up in.

I've decided to include a few days worth of entries at a time, as they are only 4 lines to begin with. It was one of those 5-year diary things, and we're about the size of a small calculator, so I didn't have much to work with. Quickly leafing through it, I think I kept it up for about a year, before I 'grew up' and ditched the 4-line format for a journal that didn't confine my 10-year-old sensibilities.

Reader beware. Some of these are pretty inane and boring. I will keep the spelling intact where I can, and hopefully some of these will make you laugh. Let's begin!

January 4:
We acualy dind't do mush much. Me and Mary are having a sleepover while Tanya and Cristine have one.

January 5 (10:55 - around):
Crumy sleepover. Mary had to go to work (6:00-3:30). Boy today went by fast. Bey!

January 6 (10:25 - around):
I can't belive it. Luke (there were two hearts drawn in here, but I scratched them out at a later date, I guess) is in my skiing thing but he hardly noticed me!! First day of swimming. Bye.

January 7:
I don't know.

January 8:
Michell's party was o.k. Leeann was crabby. I can't imagine that school's tomorrow. Well bye.

January 9 (9:30):
Wow! School! Angela went to Miami, Florida and about 100 more places, bey! (I think I must have thought Miami and Florida were two different places...)

January 10 (10:00):
I polished dad's shoes. I got 2 bucks. I'm begining to find that Michel is growing up, bye! (I think the Michel I'm refering to is our old next door neighbour, though it could also be our next to next door neighbour as well).


...And so went a week of a 9 year old me.

Jesus. I had a dream that my father died. It was so frickin' real. I remember crying and crying and crying. I was a wreck. I totally thought it was really happening. Again, I also had thoughts of "I have to blog this", but this time, it was more because I knew that writing would be therapeutic - and that made it even more real. When I woke up from it, I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and it took me a few minutes to remember that it wasn't real.

I then looked in my dream dictionary to see if my father dying had any sort of meaning. As it turns out, the death of a father means that I will soon be undertaking a new task which will give me more responsibility. Woopee.

There are, of course, 3 ways of looking at dreams. The first is that they are just a bunch of random images that get sewn together in REM states. The 2nd is the psychoanalytical route - taking symbols and themes within the dream, and drawing parallels to your waking life. The 3rd, final, and current route is dream interpretation through preset symbols/meanings. This route also assumes that we can fortell out fortunes through our dreams.. that our subconscious knows things that our conscious selves do not. Hm.

Anyway, thought I'd share that all with you.

On a completely unrelated topic, I have found an old diary I used to keep my when I was about 9 or so. It's pretty funny, and I think I will blog some of those old journal entries for your amusement (how post-modern of me! a journal within a journal! ha!).

Go here.

I'm designing menus for the dining room, and printing them. They are in color, and will cost me a fair bit to produce, in terms of materials, not to mention the labor of designing them. I asked the Manager to get some prices for me, under the deal that I could, and would, beat their price. She gave me the final draft of the menus and said she would call Staples and get them to price it for her. After she got the estimate, her jaw dropped. They obviously would charge her more than she was prepared to pay.

Actually, I'm going to call a copy center right now to see what it would cost.

Okay. Bob's Copy Center could charge me $0.85/sheet X 400 = $340. That's just the raw materials, no labour. Well, I charged her $175, for everything.

No, please don't comment and tell me I should march back to her and demand more money. I certainly undercharged her, no doubt, but I'm not going to change the price. The way I see it is (and I know this is flawed thinking) that this is better than nothing.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know...

This has been the culminating point of few months of me doing a lot of work for this place, without getting reimbursed for my time or materials. I think today I will draft up a letter outlining my fees, etc, to bring to the administration office. It's a very delicate situation, though. The Access Center (and me, specifically),being in this building, is a mutually beneficial relationship, at least it should be. My concern is that the benefits are slightly off balance.

Anyway, enough about work.

I've added Little. Yellow. Different. to my links. I've been going there through Sarah's blog for months now, so I figured I should link it. Short gay asian men are funny.

Also, since my sister has told me that yes, I do have somewhat of an audience (ie: some of her co-workers read this, and are consequently in love with me), I will try my darndest to get back into this blogging-thing, and try to be, at least occasionally, somewhat entertaining.

Your Media Whore,

J.

Yeah, sorry about that. My life is boring.

Work as been pretty busy and annoying. This morning, for instance, I had a man ask me to sit on his lap and 'rock with him' in his rocking chair. Good god, man.

I still haven't heard from the Best Job in the World people. I'm starting to doubt I will. I wrote her an email asking if they have shortlisted yet, but I haven't heard back yet (granted, it's only been a few hours..).

Survivor is on tonight. I Rupert.

You see, I typically like a certain type of guy. I like geeks - the kind that prefers playing Doom or Quake or whatever the hell they play now. The point being, is that these types of guys rarely, if ever, leave the confines of their parents basement. I've been lucky enough in the past to find guys who have the right combination of this type of guy and this type of guy.

Well, maybe not exactly like that..

Anyway, Sarah and I went to see Matrix: Revolution last night; the opening night. Every well and mal-adjusted guy in the city was present. It was shocking, really. I'm sure there were at least 5 potential husbands in the crowd. The problem with movies, though, is that they hardly leave much opportunity for social interaction.

I think maybe I'll camp out December 16 at the theatre and try to get lucky.

Aaah... The Circle of Life...

I've been feeling that there's been a lot of death around me lately, so my mood has been consequently rather gloomy.

My mother called me at work to tell me that there was a surprise for me when I got home... Me, being me, I thought it was either about marriage, divorce, or money.

So, I get home, and my mother is waiting by the door, and tells me I should go feed the fish. *SIGH*. I immediately figured that the one baby that we (re: Sarah, really) managed to save was going to be floating atop the tank... However, what do I see?

Not one baby fish....

Not TWO baby fishes....

Not THREE baby fishes....

BUT FOUR BABY FISHES!!!!!!!!!

My father was near the pond today and found them leftover in the pond. I guess they managed to survive - which is strange, considering that we never fed them, and the pump was off, so they were basically in stagnant water.

I think we've somehow bred super-fishes.

So, now we have EIGHT fish. Yikes.

I hope everyone had a good Halloween!

This weekend was a little strange. For the first time, someone close to my age, who I actually knew died. I really only knew him for only one summer where my sister and I were with his family in Antigonish for a reunion. I saw him again during his sister's wedding. That's about it, though. Even still, it's a little unnerving that it's so random. It makes me think about death. Is it inevitable? Do you believe that we have a set time, and the poof?

Just thought I should share that. I don't really have much else to blog right now.