I have rarely been as angry as my supervisor made me at work yesterday.
Yelling at me about something I didn't do? Not cool.
Calling me a liar when I try to defend myself simply because some idiot coworker who doesn't know what she's talking about is somehow more credible than me? Not cool.
Complaining that I'm not working hard enough when I clearly have a sprained thumb, which I warned you about before I started yet you sent me to the worst area of the store? Plus, completely forgetting that I asked for help on a certain area that was way too hard for a sprained thumbed person to do, (which is why it was not done)? Not cool.
Threatening to send me home AND possibly fire me over it? WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Deciding to just "restart and pretend this never happened"? Uh, no. Fuck you and die please.

Apparently when I'm enraged and frustrated, I cry like a baby. Whodathunk.

love, nade

Ok, that was the second time my entry got deleted thanks to my laptop’s incredible ability to go 10 websites back mid-typing because my palm touches the mousepad thingy majig.

Here is a super abbreviated gist of my 2 previous posts.

Schoollessness: loving it, hate academia, will finish Honours but pursue veg cooking or carpentry in the future, will be dead once class resumes.

New place: orange, nice, clean, food eaten only by me, almost burned down a few times thanks to carelessness.

Slang: trying to revive the 50s and 60s slang, not going so well as I keep forgetting…..daddy-o.

Friends: making new ones, building on current/recent ones, missing old ones. Drifting sucks.

Soccer: half of my team are your stereotypical cliquey mean girls who are only now nice to me since I’ve switched from being a sucky defender to a completely awesome keeper *toots own horn* and I want them to fall face-first on rusty nails. Recently discovered the existence of an all lesbian team in my league and want to join them and take my hot dykey British captain with me.

Drums: got them from my homeskillets, FUN!! Bangbangbang.

Work: is work, not much else. Coworkers make it bearable, one of them is making me homemade hot sauce and I love her.

Pot: smoking almost never, in a good head space.

Dating life: nonexistent still, seriously considering that I may have a social disorder. Or maybe I am and will always be a square. I prefer triangles though.

Things that make life great: walking around downtown in the freezing cold with Laura  having freestyle rap battles and learning dance moves, jamming, drinking wine and discussing serious topics and feelings (yay feelings), getting close with my sister and watching her grow up into an amazing woman (:D), talking myself, my sister and her friends out of trouble with a couple of cops on NYE, Value Village discounts, avocados.

Done.

Love, nade

I'm alone in the house, all alone, for the first time in a very long time.

Someone bought Q-tips and peanut butter. I am in heaven.

Now I'm sitting here wondering if I've ever been in love. I've heard "if you have to ask, you've never felt it" (at least, that's how it goes with orgasms).

Sometimes I hate my life.

Ha. I laugh whenever I remind myself of an emo kid.

love, nade 

I fell down yesterday on my way to work. I was suffering from SERIOUS lack of sleep and didn't see a step and down I went. I tried to save myself by falling on my hand but my fingers hit the step in front of me and my pointer and middle fingers bent and are now big and fat like sausages. It's funny to look at. Also, I totally foresaw this happening because the night before I had a dream involving me eating various sausages.....My psychic powers astonish me.
I'm getting paid while I write this. Yeah, work is becoming a serious joke. I spent the first hour and a half of my shift today walking along Queen St., window shopping. My task today was to hardcore clean 2 whole elevators in Queen's Park station. Yes, 2 hours worth of work (which I did) in an 8 hour shift. I left at 11 to come home for some tea and television. Good times.
I went biking today and explored High Park, They have a 'zoo' with various cattle and cattle-like animals. We saw a peacock try to get some by displaying his awesome fan of feathers, using it to corner females and force them to bang him. He failed. It was entertaining. 
Speaking of the word wahey, is it pronounced way-hee or wah-hey? I always thought it was the former, but am now not sure because it doesn't make much sense.
love, nade

Whoa Livejournal is right.
It's been a long time and I miss you.
I'm writing in this only because I don't have a dream journal and i just had the scariest nap-dream ever, that I feel must be shared with the world? 
It began with me living in an awesome new house, and on the first day of this awesome new house day I heard rumours about some dudes going around to people's houses and beating them with bats. Scary. As I walk out of my house post-movage, I of course see said dudes approach my neighbour's house and begin to beat them as I run away like the wuss I am, completely seen by them. Needless to say, I am frightened. 
Later on, I'm walking around the area with the guy I'm sharing the house with, a guy I haven't seen in a bit so it's odd that I would be living with him, and this pimped out car races towards us and stops in front of us. The guy runs away while I stand there because apparently we're both well aware that this car of thugs is for me. Of course I yell his name in the hopes that they know him and can find him later. Yes, I was actually thinking this in my dream. So some lady walks out and summons me while her thugs go to some house to beat up its occupants. Basically, she tells me that the thugs are hers and she likes going around asking people for stuff and killing them if they don't do it in time. I then began to psychoanalyze her (in my dream no less, psychology is so useful!) with this psychoanalysis: she's an eccentric rich person so used to having people do stuff for her that she became accustomed to it but was mean and malicious, soon after finding herself without anyone who could stand being around her to do her bidding she hired thugs and began going around the neighbourhood asking people to do terrible things or she would hurt/kill them. Yeah. She was ca-razy! Anyways, she agreed with my psychoanalysis and was all friendly with me and we chilled as some poor innocent person got killed but as she went to leave she goes "Hurt yourself" and I'm all "What?" and she repeats "You have to seriously injure yourself by tomorrow night or I'll kill you."
It gets a bit muddled here as I was in and out of nap, but I think she came over to chill with me and 2 of my roomies, 2 girls I have never ever met before. And I basically wondered how she could want to hang around me when she knows very well that by tomorrow night I will be injured or dead because of her. Apparently she was willing to see past that for an awesome new friend for a day. Then the next morning I call all my friends (everyone made an appearance in this dream, even some girls from school!) to try and figure this shit out and Dan's making Mac-N-Cheese on the stovetop and we come up with the easiest painful thing I can do, burn my hand on the stovetop. We're such geniuses. So we call her up and tell her that I'm going to burn myself on the stove and I guess she agreed, but I still didn't want to do it. I tried to convince Dan to hold my hand down but he's too good of a friend and refused. We were stuck because I couldn't hold my own hand down on the stove and Dan wouldn't, so we were out of ideas. It seems everyone else was useless.
Some side story within my dream: it turns out that the guy who I lived with who ran away had a brother who used to be this woman's thug but now works in the falafel place that exists on our balcony (....what??....although this is starting to sound like my dream house) so I tried to go to him for advice about this woman but the falafel place was way busy so I couldn't. And this jackass guy just stayed in his room the whole time, what a wuss!
Back to main dream: so as the woman and her thugs, who have now agreed to throw me an awesome party with a moon bounce once I have successfully scorched myself, are on their way, we devise an amazing plan. We're going to pretend I burned myself but actually put a layer of plastecine (playdough for artists) on my hand to look like burn scars and try to trick them. Of course we get started as soon as they arrive so we're about to get caught. As a thug is coming up the stairs, Carolyn throws a random block of granite or something on him (my hero!!) and we try to run away but unfortunately we're still in the house so that doesn't work too well. By that time I was pretty ready to accept my fate because there was nowhere for me to go. Then i woke up.
I thought this was a dream journal worthy dream mostly because it mirrors some things going on in my life, to the point that it's really scary.
Plus the falafel place on my balcony was seriously a kickass dream-idea that I will try to work out once I move out.
love, nade

current mood: whack dream

So to all friends, my cell phone number has been blocked so call me at home.
My (boring) story:
Basically, the phone is broken and I am unable to hear people when they call. My cousin told me he once called in to report his phone as stolen and they ended up sending him a free phone so I was all "I can do that then!!" 
This morning I called them up saying my phone was lost, blocked the number, then asked to cancel my account because I was thinking of switching anyways, my mom got a Telus phone plus my cousins have Rogers and Telus phones that they can give me. Anyways, I ended up getting $80 taken off the purchase of a new phone. That means I can buy any phone I want and they'll put $80 on my Fido account!! Yay!! 
Wow.  What a boring update.
I really don't know what to do. The guy at Fido was nice enough though. He says I won't have to pay for the time my number is blocked....So he says...I need advice. I could buy a new phone or just switch anyways. 

AFTER ALL THAT CRAP MY PHONE IS FIXED. I called Fido again to unblock the number and now my phone works. Totally whack. So yeah, ignore everything I just boringly said.

Things I need to do: 
- go to the gym
- get my OSAP before it gets to be too late and I have to start paying them back
- figure out this phone shit I guess I figured it out, well, something happened and now it's all better.
- start going to school again (I really need to do this)
- buy the rest of my books (this too)
- buy one last thing for Jackie's birthday! Done and done!

love, nade