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Almost done the script! Then I send in a digital copy next this upcoming Monday and BAM. I be done. Then just work, work, work and then five days off for Christmas! I love my boss. I just pray to an omnipotent whatever that it doesn't snow on Christmas Eve so that I can make that last ferry and be home for Christmas morning. But, even with snow... off at three, ferry's at seven. Hour and a half drive to the ferry in normal conditions. Shouldn't be a problem as long as the ferry isn't horridly busy.
Speaking of work, it's finally crazy there now. I'm not sure I like it. On one hand, time goes by effing fast. one the other hand, I am so horribly wiped by the end of the day.
Can Christmas break please come now?

In other unrelated news, who here tuned in for the season finale of Dexter? Dear lord. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. I haven't decided if I like this turn or not, but for reference sake, this was me on Sunday night:



Seriously.

I most definitely just finished my Publishing exam. I haven't felt this good about an exam in the longest time, furthering my belief that I really made the right choice to switch programs. I was even the second one finished the exam and was able to leave with confidence. Of course, this could come back to bite me in the ass, but I suppose I'll find out in a couple of weeks. So far feeling very good, though.
I handed in my final portfolio for Creative Non Fiction yesterday. That was my last class. I'm not sure if I'll be taking it next year. I haven't decided if I liked it enough yet. And Drama will be done... not for almost a month now, actually. The prof is giving us two weeks after the last class to hand in our final portfolio. Every time I think he can't get any more awesome, he does. Good stuff. I definitely want to carry on classes with him.


I also really wanted to post this. It's a live performance by the wonderful Bo Burnham. If you don't know him, I really suggest plugging him into Youtube. The kid is a lyrical genius. Be warned though, that his material can definitely be seen as offensive if you don't go in with the intention to laugh.


I found this today while cruising his live performances and had to post. As a fellow child of the Catholic school system, I laughed the entire way through this. I don't make it any secret that I don't fall under the teachings of Catholocism and I definitely don't support most of their stances.
Anyways, watch and hopefully have a laugh.

So, I didn't get the position on the paper, though it was a very nice turn down. I got a personal call from the publisher and chief editor. Basically, I was told that I was going to be hired for the job, until about yesterday when one last applicant came in with a love for sports. Something that knocked all of us out of the competition. Funny thing is, I don't think that the Nav has ever had a sports columnist who actually liked sports.
I was a little disappointed, but I've been offered a feature column in the Arts section. That would be a freelance job, paying per article very two weeks. It would be a lot less work as well.
On top of that, I've been told to reapply at the end of this year (if I choose to stay) and if I do, then I'm pretty much guaranteed a spot on the team.

So, a little let down, but at the same time, I'm happy. I'm just happy to know that it had nothing to do with not being good enough for the team, and especially happy that despite the fact that I didn't get the job, I've still been offered another opportunity.

And besides, the more I think about it, the more I'm realising that this job wouldn't have come at a good time. I'm already so busy with the courses I'm in right now (and it's the most busy time of the year right now) to be able to dedicate my full attention to orchestrating an entire section of a multiple district-wide paper.


Okay, now I need to finish these effing papers. Non-fiction really makes you realise how boring your life is. Or maybe that's just me.
I seriously need to stop procrastinating. Later.

( And time for the lulz. )

My iron is waaay down. Not like, a little low. No. Waaaay low. Commonly, you should between 20-400 in your iron levels. I'm at four. Thanks to that, I can hardly walk straight lately without falling over. I've been dizzy as crap for the past few days. I'm on iron pills now, as well as eating more chicken and other various meats, but I've been told that it will hardly even begin to take effect for about three months due to how low it is. Heerrrmmm. It should hurry up. It would be very useful.

In other news, is anyone here watching/caught up on Dexter? Waiting for season four was soooo worth it. Easily the best season yet. So many twists! And I never pictured John Lithgow as a serial killer (I grew up on Third Rock From the Sun), but dear lord, he is creepy as fuck. And good at it, too.

I wish I had more interesting things to write about, but alas. The life of a student. Nothing interesting has happened. Although I did go and see Edward Albee's "The Goat" (a stage play) the other night. It was amazing and hilarious and morbid and I suggest it to anyone.
If I may steal from Wikipedia:

"The tale of a married, middle-aged architect whose life crumbles when he falls in love with a goat, the play focuses on the limits of an ostensibly liberal society. Through showing this family in crisis, Albee challenges audience members to question their own morality in the face of other social taboos including infidelity, homosexuality, incest and, of course, bestiality."

Very funny and very, very worth seeing.

I'm quite happy to announce that things are going well. My screenplay/midterm went over wonderfully with a percentage of ninety-three. In my interview with the prof, he told me that he was very impressed with it and that I should continue to work on it and see where it goes. I'm very glad to know that not only am I happy with the progress, but so is my professor. As a first attempt with scripting, I'm pleased.

In other news, on Friday I have an interview with the head of my school's newspaper. I'm applying for the position of the sports columnist and comic editor. One of my good friends from class is the senior editor and she's given me a personal recommendation for the job. The opening isn't being advertised as of now, so there aren't many contenders for the position.
The job consists of basically going to campus sports games, interviews and well, writing columns. As far as I understand it, we have a correspondent who will send me basic stats and I spoof it up with some fancy journalism.
Nothing is concrete yet, of course, but I really am hoping for this job. I'm trying not to get my hopes up. This isn't a for sure thing at all, but I'm trying to stay positive. If I get this, then I can stay at my other job. I would feel terrible leaving during Christmas season. It gets so busy and poor Boss-Lady is already working close to 40 hours per week to accommodate our schedules.

So, here's to optimism. And a happy new year.

Music time!


Vampires in Blue Dresses- Margot and the Nuclear So and So's.

I'm so stressed right now and it has nothing to do with work or school. They're actually both going well. Still job hunting for something with higher pay that will leave me with money after rent, but what ever.

No, this is completely based in living arrangements. My roommate is driving me slowly insane with little passive aggressive remarks about everything I do. I understand that she's stressed, that she has a lot on her plate right now what with her heavy course load and work, but is that really a reason to full out harass me for my schedule? So, yes, I have days off. I have time off, and it's good for me. I don't work well under tons of stress and I get by. I have my courses all set out and I can finish my program in the allotted time frame. Every single day she comes home with a little comment of, "Wow, must be great to be you," or, "I'd like to see you live my life for one week". And yes, I understand that it would be hard to be in her shoes, but I'm not dangling my free time in her face and I try to be as sympathetic as I can. I always reply with "yes, it would be hard," or "no, I wouldn't like to be that busy, I image it's very hard for you" and all I ever get back is a snarky comment about how awesome my life is and how hard hers is.
It's just getting really hard to deal with.
There are days where I hold off just exploding by chanting "only 'till June" in my head. I don't even really have anything set up in either Van or Vic yet, I just know that I have to get the hell out. The fact that my entire city irritates me is another huge reason of course, but god. This is just not working anymore.

I seriously need to get out of here.


</emo-rant>

In other news, I've been listening to this song all night and it calms me down so much. Not to mention it's gorgeous.


Talking in Code by Margot & the Nuclear So and So's

I had a huge scare tonight. Just about peed myself. My computer battery got low, so I plugged it in, only to find that my charger had chosen this incredibly inopportune moment to stop working. My fifteen pages of script are due on Monday. Which is all on my computer. Not yet printed. So I ran into Future Shop in a huge flurry of panic, completely in hysterics over what I was going to do.
I'm quickly told upon arriving that they have no mac chargers. I could order one, but it would take two business days to arrive. If I thought I was panicking before, then I was wrong. I was essentially hyperventilating at this point.
Mr. Mac feels bad and searches the entire store. He finds one last one in storage, or what ever it is they have. The kicker? $140 for a fucking charger. Mr. Mac is amazing, so he does a price check online. The mac website has it listen for $79. Still unbelievably pricey for a stupid charger, but better.
Not only did they price match, but they docked five bucks off to beat the price. I'm not going to complain about a $60 discount.
Sometimes I love being female JUST so I can pull out the tears card. It gets things done.

So, computer is back up, my project is emailed to myself for easy access just in case.

The rough draft of the script is getting great feedback so far. I'm really happy about how well it's being received and by the wonderful and helpful critique I've gotten. I think that Drama Writing is my favourite class at this point. The prof is wonderfully eccentric and the other students are all wonderful writers with great feedback. As far as critique goes, this has been my most helpful class so far. Good stuff.

( WIP junk )

I thought I'd plug an awesome blog. I used to go to school with the writer, though we were never really close. We had a few classes together, but nothing special.
Anyways, the blog is her account of living in Bangkok. She's going to school and commuting back and forth from the Baan Dada child charity home on the border of Thailand and Burma. From what I know, she's been volunteering there as well as going to school. Some of it's quirky and funny, while other parts are just heartbreaking (mostly parts about the children she works with). It's really interesting to read, but maybe that's just because I like travel writing.

There's a little excerpt here:

It's not everyday that one is casually strolling around their university campus and has to dodge an alligator. Or something closely resembling an alligator. Okay actually maybe closer to a kamodo dragon..but still it was a giant lizard and I had to dodge it. And by dodge it I mean I was walking on a raised cement bridge and it was on the river bank. But it was HUGE. Okay..maybe just big. Well it was about 1.5 metres. Is that huge for a lizard? I think so.

...I sat in my seat, not yet relaxed because I didnt know if this bus would connect to the last one leaving for the village, sticky with perspiration and red from the sun. When we arrived in Kanchanaburi I ran to the minivan station and the bus driver happened to have gone to the bathroom, delaying the departure of the last minivan about 1 minute…just enough time for me to arrive and make it. How do you spell that sound you make when you are really relieved? Phewf? thats how I felt. Sweet: making the last van and not having to spend the night in Kanchanaburi. Even more sweet: being able to sprawl out on a straw matt in the middle of the jungle with a couple of lice-ridden jungle instead of a stuffy hotel room.

Check it out.



In completely unrelated news, I've been chain watching the office. I started less than a month ago and I'm already caught up (on season six!). It's so random and ridiculous while never really going over the edge-- or at least, I don't think so. Then again, I just really love dry humour. I may just be tired, but this hasn't failed to make me laugh yet:

I'm still loving my classes. They're wonderful. The profs are amazing and the work load is actually fun, which is new. Anyways, it's all really exciting. I'm happy with where I am in my education. I've never felt that way before, but it's a good thing.

I'm seriously considering doing a study abroad program. Somewhere in Europe if my school is offering it. I still need to speak with the Abroad Manager about my options, but so far it seems possible. I'd have to get serious about saving up, which would mean nothing but bills and rent for a few months. But it would be so worth it. I really, really hope that things will work out, though. This could be such a wonderful opportunity.

On another note, I plan on moving to Vancouver come June or so. It's a matter of being accepted to UBC at this point. I have the grades for it, according to the website, but now its about whether or not my courses will transfer properly. I love UBC, though. I spent a week or so on campus attending summer classes in my 10th year of high school and immediately fell in love. I can easily see myself attending the institution. At the same time, however, I really love the interaction between students and teachers at my university right now. With small classes, professors have time to dedicate to each student. I love that. I don't think you get that same individualistic treatment at larger institutes like UBC. I do like Vancouver more than where I am right now. And I feel like I connect better with the people there. I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to connect with Nanaimoers. It's still such a small town mentality. I find it irritating, to be honest.


Anyways, I hope that everyone is doing well!


Song love!

I pretty much had the best class ever tonight. Good enough that I feel like it deserves to be written down.
I had my Intro to Drama Writing tonight, which is Stage/Screenplay writing. It's quite a fun class and the prof is completely off the rocker. It's great. At the end of every class, we finish with clips from a movie, normally demonstrating something that we've talked about in the lecture. Today we talked about character voice, and how to ensure that characters are talking to each other rather than at.
Today, we watched a film called The Room, which is essentially soft core porn. With a worse script than most porn. We only watched about five minutes, but by the end, the entire class was in tears, including the prof. Just amazing.

Apparently this movie is a sort of cult classic now-- it's just that bad.

Just watch this crap. It's great.

I ran into an old friend from high school today. It was pretty interesting. We had a bit of a falling out due to the good ol'drama that is the high school rumour mill. Very stupid, really. Anyways, it was really great talking to her today. She's been living in Toronto modeling and acting. Turns out she just finished two films, one being a short film (Out in the Deep Blue Sea) and the other being Point Traverse, a full length film. It will be airing in the Toronto Independent Film Festival this year. I really hope that I'll be able to watch it at some point. Not only because I want to see and support her, but because it does look to be an interesting film.

Anyways, you can watch the trailer below.




She has a brief spot in the trailer at 1:00. She plays one of the character's love interests. I really can't wait to see this!

( Another WIP- Steam Punk Alice )



I love this song. And the video. The video is nuts. My favourite bit is the the old man turtle thing.

Edit: Link fixed.

Handwriting Analysis here.

I was actually quite shocked to find how accurate this was. There was one section for me that was slightly off, but the rest was just bang on. Plus, it's a pretty amusing little video to accompany it.
I've taken handwriting analysis tests before, each one being a little bit different, but I found that this is the most accurate one I've done. And hey, guess what, my parents are in Canada... Of course, I think they meant something else by that, but what ever.

I really suggest everyone checking this out. Of course, it tries to sell you a pen at the end, but what ever. It's a really cool test.


( Also, who remembers the good old Pokemon gameboy games? )

I'm pretty much peeing myself in excitement for this game to come out.


Where do I get that song? I am in love.

"The bio comic will examine Meyer’s rise to popularity with the Twilight Saga novels, the movie franchise, and her plans for the future. We have it on good authority that the story will be narrated by a very recognizable and iconic vampire. (We’re guessing it won’t be Lestat.) An alternate 40-page collector’s edition will also include a history of Forks, Washington."

( No, you read that right. )

http://twilight-review.com/stephenie-meyer-comic-book/


My brain just exploded into a million trillion pieces of what the fuck.

Saw the 6th HP movie last night. We geeked it out. My friends dressed up for the showing. Unfortunately, this was decided later into the evening while I was at work and I was not able to acquire an outfit. It was still amusing to see everyone staring at our group, some in horror and some in amusement. Good times.
I don't quite know how I feel about the movie. On one hand, the cinematography was gooooorgeous, it was hilarious in all of the right parts and Alan Rickman is in it, which gives it an automatic fifty billion points. As always, he dominated the screen in his very dry, hilarious way. The man who played Slughorn was epic, even if he didn't necessarily look the part. Also, Helena Boham Carter makes my life complete.

On the other hand, what the hell? They left so much important stuff out! The Gaunts? Apparently not important, the goblet, not important. Mundungus, not important. Kreacher? Not important. But they aaaare important *whine whine whine*. However, this doesn't change the fact that I will be going to see it on the Imaax in Victoria. It will be epic.
Also, the girl beside me wouldn't shut up and I wanted to punch her in the face. No, it hasn't said whose book that is yet, but it will. Please shut up in the mean time.

I ended up not going to Playland last monday due to a downpour, but I'll (hopefully) be going this upcoming Monday. Yay!

As always, end with a song:



If you watch Scrubs, you'll recognise these guys as Ted's band, The Worthless Peons. Looove it. I've had this song on repeat for days. My favourite song of theirs comes down to a battle between this and The Ballad of Jimmy Durante.

I'm a great lover of short films and I have no shame in admitting it. My friend linked this to me earlier and it made me so happy. Really enjoyable.


Very, very cute film.



In other news, things at work are back to being wonderful again. My new co-worker is amazing and we get along wonderfully. My boss is so much happier and therefor easier to get along with (she always was, but it's hard to talk with someone who is incredibly stressed) and generally everything has turned around. I found out some wonderful information the other day regarding the Dill-Hole. Turns out that one of the reasons that my boss was fighting so hard to get his fired was because she was scared that I was going to quit. It felt so wonderful to know that she values me. I mean, of course she was fighting to have him fired for her own reasons as well, but I was happy to know that she really wanted me to stay.

Completely unrelated, but I'll be going to Playland tomorrow for the first time ever. This will be the first time I have ever been to an amusement park! Rollercoasters, LOG FLUMES, Hellevator! I'm quite undeniably excited, of course. I've long since informed my mum that I should file for child abuse considering my lack of amusement park experiences.
Armed with a funky, fun new hairstyle, a recent paycheck and new outfits, I am down and ready. Bring it on, Playland.

Two links in one journal, what is this? But I can't help but post a song at the end, it almost feels empty with out it. Plus, I need to share this song. Golly, it makes me ever so happy.



I am having an affair with this band.
That is all.

Went and saw Transformers tonight. I actually enjoyed it. I didn't go in with too high of expectations, but I was fairly pleased. A lot of people are saying that the plot is lacking, that the writing is also lacking, but you know what isn't lacking? Explosions. That's what. I paid to see things go boom. Things damn well went boom. That's cool with me. Besides, the movie opens with a ghetto ass ice cream truck transformer which turns out to be two wigger transformers. In my book, that is bloody epic. Then again, I never watched the original cartoon, so I'm probably biased.

Also, the teaser for The Last Airbender was in the trailers. This was another movie that I was scared of. I loved the original series. I still don't believe that it was put out by Nikelodian. Anyways, I was impressed by what I saw. I'm not a fan of M. Night, but I think he's managed to capture something. I mean, as much as one can in the span of a minute.

Check 'er out:



Coo', coo'.
I think I need to go watch an episode of Avatar then go crash. Damn work.

I don't know how the crap they're going to pull this off, but Kuroshitsuji is getting a second season for the anime. What the hell. I don't know if I should be upset or excited for this one. Both, kind of. For starters, I'm totally excited for a second season because the first was so amazing. But on the other hand, the anime ended so perfectly. Loose ends were all wrapped up, the ending sticks with you, so why change that. I mean, the ending was pretty final. Not going to spoil anything, but it wasn't much of an open ending. From the very first episode, you were told how the series would end, and you know what, that's how it ended.
Then again, the manga is on going and it has A LOT of interesting parts to it. I really hope they work Baron Pedobear into this second season. As creepy as he is, Baron Pedobear is an epic turn of events. If they're going to follow the manga in this new season, I don't see how they could get around the Baron, myself.

Besides, more gay, cross dressing death gods? Don't mind if I do. Demon butler? Okay. Crazy ass traumatized child? Fo sho. Besides, anything based in Gothic Victorian era London is awesome.


In other news, I am still so addicted to FF XII. Fran is slowly becoming my favourite. She amuses me to no end. Aah, good game. If my roommate hadn't commandeered the TV, I would be playing right now.


To keep up the trend going, here's another song.


I am in love with Damien Rice.
That is all.

Omgomgomgomomgomg, you guys. Let me take a breather.

Okay.

Tonight was pretty much the most amazing moment of my life. I don't care that I had to stand for four hours, or that I could barely see him for the reading. It was amazing. David Sedaris is even more amazing than what I had originally believed. He's hilarious, he's adorable, he makes my life. He read an essay that is currently in progress. One about him naming the rabbits that frolic through his yard stupid French words like, Moist, Enclosed Glass Door Patio and Sorrow. Also, there is an incredibly unwelcome rabbit named "Thank Fucking God He's Gone".

After the reading, where he informed us that he had a charity for "fucked up kids", we ran to the signing. That was a good two hour wait. But it was worth it. My back was killing me, my feet hurt like hell, it was boiling (it was hosted in a book store, crammed packed with 400+ people), but it was so worth it. When we finally got up to the front, my friend had a friend of hers on the phone who couldn't make it. She asked him to say hello and he loudly replied with "I'm sorry, I don't speak with WHORES." The entire store went silent. We laughed. Next to us, a woman's jaw dropped. He followed by saying, "Well, I mean, I would talk to your friend, I just don't talk to whores. But if I were to talk to a whore, it would be your friend." The entire store stayed silent. Minus our laughing, of course. Next was another friend, xcarpediem. He drew her a crack rabbit. At least, we think it's a rabbit.
And finally, there was me. First he stares at me and then says, "Please don't take this as an insult, because I don't mean it as one, but while in Canada, I have seen some magnificent breasts. You definitely fall under that category." He then went on to ask me if I ever felt insulted by breast implants because I was "naturally gifted". I laughed the entire time. I now have a signed copy of "Me Talk Pretty One Day" and an inscription of "Great Breasts".
If you don't know it already, David Sedaris is flamboyantly gay. He has also been with his boyfriend for roughly 20 years. If he wasn't, I think I would have felt quite awkward.

( Oh, the lulz )

If he wasn't already my hero, he is most definitely now.
If Sedaris ever comes back into this area, I will without doubt go again. He's such a wonderful person. I think my favourite part about the event was the signing. You can always tell from a signing what a person is like. Not only did he take the time to speak to each person on a personal level (asking them if they were married, talking about traveling etc.), but he took the time to draw little silly pictures as he did so. A really wonderful, fun guy. He definitely lives up the picture that his books have painted.

I'm still grinning. It'll be a while until I get over this.