O M G, all day in the classes I hate : window display. And the teacher starts talking about the next project - a valentine's day themed window. Could you be more tacky?! And it has to be non conventional which makes finding a concept all the more difficult. So I draw a couple scenarios, show them to him and everytime he didn't like them. *sigh* Not "conceptual" enough he said. Back to the drawing board I guess... Ok so after a lot of deep thinking, I found a bunch of rather rouchy and funny ideas but one that was truely genius. It's multi cultural, simple, right to the point with a hint of humor and easy as pie to realize. Perfect!! The teacher loved it. So now I gotta draw it in color. Weee... one step closer to be done with that class!!
Overall the day went pretty good. I know I'll make some people jealous again with my project. I always do. Hehe. But thinking about Valentine's Day makes me feel a bit alone.
I wonder what Deli Guy is doing for V. Day...
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Torture Chronicles - Part 3
So apparently my theory to expect the worse and be pleasently surprised has been proven to be true, at least so far. The day could've been bad due to some weather catastrophy - FREEZING RAIN!!! I wasn't looking forward to having to skate my way back home. -_-
A whole town transformed into a giant ice skating rink with a wind chill factor of 50km/h is not my idea of fun. I could see it from here : I'd fall down, break my leg, miss a couple days of school, get in trouble with my employment agent, lose my funding, drop out of school and having to work in some greasy fast food joint for the rest of my life, asking people if they want to supersize their fries and drink and get a heart attack by the time I hit 45... Ok, so I have a big imagination and a train of thought the size of Brazil, what can you do.
As it turns out, the wind was blowing me in the right direction and I glided all the way to the bus stop. Mary Poppins couldn't have done it better herself I'll tell you that!
A whole town transformed into a giant ice skating rink with a wind chill factor of 50km/h is not my idea of fun. I could see it from here : I'd fall down, break my leg, miss a couple days of school, get in trouble with my employment agent, lose my funding, drop out of school and having to work in some greasy fast food joint for the rest of my life, asking people if they want to supersize their fries and drink and get a heart attack by the time I hit 45... Ok, so I have a big imagination and a train of thought the size of Brazil, what can you do.
As it turns out, the wind was blowing me in the right direction and I glided all the way to the bus stop. Mary Poppins couldn't have done it better herself I'll tell you that!
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Torture Chronicles - Part 2
Nothing catastrophic happened today. I was expecting the worst and at the end of the day, I was feeling pretty good. So why write a chapter of my TC you ask? Why not, it can't always go bad, it's cool to have nice stuff to write for a change. Although there was one girl who I almost rammed into a wall. I was having the worst time cutting my vinyl lettering by hand cuz the machine didn't do a good job, and she was behind me yacking away at everyone like some loose chicken without a head. She's the kind of girl who is so annoyingly desperate for attention, she gets hyper about anything and its the end of the world when she's being ignored or something doesn't go her way. I was this close to turn around and scream at her to SHUT THE HELL UP and stop acting like some hyper kid who's in dire need of Ritalin. But I kept my cool... finished my cutting, thank God she finished her window display before me and she left. I was pretty pleased with mine, it was hard work but I did a god job. And the teacher thought so too and I passed the exam. So now I have 4 days left before the 4th and last semester officially starts. Maybe if I expect the worst everyday I'll be pleasently surprised when it doesn't. Hmmm, it's something to think about...
I finished early and on my way to the subway station I got this sudden craving for ice cream, but instead I bought a coffee, mostly cuz it's cheaper. And good news! my next one will be free!! All is well in the universe today! I was feeling so good I figured why not give my eyes a treat and go see Deli Guy. So I start to walk in that direction and I kept wondering what would I order : a trio #1? Three hotdogs? A salad? I had no clue and as I was asking myself if I would even dare to make eye contact today, suddenly the closer I was getting, the more my confidence was dimming. As much as I wanted to see his face, I couldn't find the courage to go in. I ended up walking by the deli without even looking inside to see if he was there. :( I am so bad at flirting in person, it's so easier when you don't actually see the person. And I know he's totally out of my league, so why bother...
Oh well, guess I'll eat some ramen noodles tonight.
I finished early and on my way to the subway station I got this sudden craving for ice cream, but instead I bought a coffee, mostly cuz it's cheaper. And good news! my next one will be free!! All is well in the universe today! I was feeling so good I figured why not give my eyes a treat and go see Deli Guy. So I start to walk in that direction and I kept wondering what would I order : a trio #1? Three hotdogs? A salad? I had no clue and as I was asking myself if I would even dare to make eye contact today, suddenly the closer I was getting, the more my confidence was dimming. As much as I wanted to see his face, I couldn't find the courage to go in. I ended up walking by the deli without even looking inside to see if he was there. :( I am so bad at flirting in person, it's so easier when you don't actually see the person. And I know he's totally out of my league, so why bother...
Oh well, guess I'll eat some ramen noodles tonight.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
The Torture Chronicles - Beginning
And so it begins... This is my way of exorcizing anything that bugs me at school or anywhere else, and to virtually torture anyone who gets on my bad side. There might be colorful ways of describing how I feel, but then again, so am I. There might be mature and violent contents also. So wether or not I have people reading this, it doesn't matter, this is mostly to get the stress out of me. Who knows, maybe this will turn out to be a best-seller one day.
The Torture Chronicles
I had set goals for myself for the new upcoming semester : new hairdo, new semester, new attitude. Technically the semester hasn't started yet and already I know those goals aren't gonna be easy to follow. I was in a good mood this morning, I was hoping I could finish my exam today so I wouldn't have to come back Friday but took me longer than I expected. It didn't matter, I'm doing my stuff at a reasonable pace. Painting the whole window display was annoying, not to mention painful for my wrist. The same clicks have come back full force, I hear those girls talking and my God, everything they talk about is so trivial and really stupid. Their husbands certainly didn't pick them for their brains I can tell you that! Almost all of them always start their sentence by I or Me, how very conceided and selfish. And one perticular person I'm refering to, is so self centered that she was the only one who didn't congratulate me on my new hairdo. I think she might have issues with jealousy towards me, not that she would ever admit it, but she never gives me any encouragement on my work, but she does it for everyone else though. Bah what a bitch! As for the other nicer girls, especially the youngests, they all loved my new hair. I only wish I could have new clothes to match but one thing at a time.
In the afternoon, a girl comes to me and says : "There's been an accident... We plugged the steamer next to the coat rack and for some reason it started to regurgitate water instead of making steam. And it all went on your coat..." :/ I stopped smiling after that, good thing my coat is made of an easy dryable fabric so with a fan on it it dried pretty fast but still... If I would've gone home by bus with a wet coat at -15C, you can imagine who I would've send the pneumonia medication bill to. Then I come back to my table and all my stuff is on the floor. Did it get there by accident or did someone push it over? No clue, but stuff doesn't move by itself, unless you're telekinetic or something.
So anyway, the day was almost at an end, my knees were shot from spending all day on my feet, my right wrist was hurting like hell from the painting, and I had sanded my knuckles on my left hand accidentally, from sanding too hard after the girl told me about the coat incident. Basically I was feeling like I had been in a fight, all I was missing was a bloody nose. But instead I got a bad news that I failed one of my exams. I knew that teacher hated me, I knew he was gonna fail me. Now he tells me he's gonna see what we're gonna do about it. Um... yes please and can you hurry cuz next semester starts in like a week!! DUH!! I just hope I can deal with it fast, do whatever they want me to do and move on. Damn, I really won't miss that school and everybody in it.
I would like to say home sweet home, its good to be back and relax but there goes my neighbor again with his fucking massage chair. I've never seen his face yet and its prolly just as well, for his sake... Disturbing my own private peace and quiet time is a crime I never forgive, punishable by a freakin' kick in the nuts so hard he'll never feel his balls again, till one day he'll feel em his throat and puke em back out.
Thank God I'm off tomorrow...
The Torture Chronicles
I had set goals for myself for the new upcoming semester : new hairdo, new semester, new attitude. Technically the semester hasn't started yet and already I know those goals aren't gonna be easy to follow. I was in a good mood this morning, I was hoping I could finish my exam today so I wouldn't have to come back Friday but took me longer than I expected. It didn't matter, I'm doing my stuff at a reasonable pace. Painting the whole window display was annoying, not to mention painful for my wrist. The same clicks have come back full force, I hear those girls talking and my God, everything they talk about is so trivial and really stupid. Their husbands certainly didn't pick them for their brains I can tell you that! Almost all of them always start their sentence by I or Me, how very conceided and selfish. And one perticular person I'm refering to, is so self centered that she was the only one who didn't congratulate me on my new hairdo. I think she might have issues with jealousy towards me, not that she would ever admit it, but she never gives me any encouragement on my work, but she does it for everyone else though. Bah what a bitch! As for the other nicer girls, especially the youngests, they all loved my new hair. I only wish I could have new clothes to match but one thing at a time.
In the afternoon, a girl comes to me and says : "There's been an accident... We plugged the steamer next to the coat rack and for some reason it started to regurgitate water instead of making steam. And it all went on your coat..." :/ I stopped smiling after that, good thing my coat is made of an easy dryable fabric so with a fan on it it dried pretty fast but still... If I would've gone home by bus with a wet coat at -15C, you can imagine who I would've send the pneumonia medication bill to. Then I come back to my table and all my stuff is on the floor. Did it get there by accident or did someone push it over? No clue, but stuff doesn't move by itself, unless you're telekinetic or something.
So anyway, the day was almost at an end, my knees were shot from spending all day on my feet, my right wrist was hurting like hell from the painting, and I had sanded my knuckles on my left hand accidentally, from sanding too hard after the girl told me about the coat incident. Basically I was feeling like I had been in a fight, all I was missing was a bloody nose. But instead I got a bad news that I failed one of my exams. I knew that teacher hated me, I knew he was gonna fail me. Now he tells me he's gonna see what we're gonna do about it. Um... yes please and can you hurry cuz next semester starts in like a week!! DUH!! I just hope I can deal with it fast, do whatever they want me to do and move on. Damn, I really won't miss that school and everybody in it.
I would like to say home sweet home, its good to be back and relax but there goes my neighbor again with his fucking massage chair. I've never seen his face yet and its prolly just as well, for his sake... Disturbing my own private peace and quiet time is a crime I never forgive, punishable by a freakin' kick in the nuts so hard he'll never feel his balls again, till one day he'll feel em his throat and puke em back out.
Thank God I'm off tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
What is verbal diarrhea?
I present to you my blog, which will contain a lot of its title, of course. Mostly it will contain random thoughts, a lot of rants but with a hint of humor. I hope it will make for an interesting read and I look forward to your comments, good or bad.
You may ask yourselves what exactly is verbal diarrhea and I found some definitions in the Urban Dictionnary to help you understand what to expect here.
1. Verbal Diarrhea
A condition suffered by an individual who has the inablility to shut the fuck up, I.e the words keep flowing.
2. Verbal Diarrhea
1)An adj. given to someone who expresses their awkwardness through words. 2)Used to describe a person who can not control his random thoughts from exploding, which get them into trouble.
3. Verbal Diarrhea
A serious disease which, once it has control of a person, causes them to spew forth incoherent babble from the bowels of the voicebox. Often extremely frustrating for the victim and extremely hilarious for the observer.
4. Verbal Diarrhea
When someone is just talking so much shit it's like it spews form their mouth in a disgusting and uncontrollable way.
5. Verbal Diarrhea
When someone talks, and the resulting output smells and sounds like shit.
For example: Every time George W. Bush gives a speech, all I hear is verbal diarrhea.
You may ask yourselves what exactly is verbal diarrhea and I found some definitions in the Urban Dictionnary to help you understand what to expect here.
1. Verbal Diarrhea
A condition suffered by an individual who has the inablility to shut the fuck up, I.e the words keep flowing.
2. Verbal Diarrhea
1)An adj. given to someone who expresses their awkwardness through words. 2)Used to describe a person who can not control his random thoughts from exploding, which get them into trouble.
3. Verbal Diarrhea
A serious disease which, once it has control of a person, causes them to spew forth incoherent babble from the bowels of the voicebox. Often extremely frustrating for the victim and extremely hilarious for the observer.
4. Verbal Diarrhea
When someone is just talking so much shit it's like it spews form their mouth in a disgusting and uncontrollable way.
5. Verbal Diarrhea
When someone talks, and the resulting output smells and sounds like shit.
For example: Every time George W. Bush gives a speech, all I hear is verbal diarrhea.
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