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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Dear People Who Work at Camp,
Please stop cracking threesome jokes about the volunteers in front of all the kids.
Love,
Godel
No, really, I know what you're on about, so just...stop it. Please. =_=
Don't you just love it when people assume you have absolutely no idea as to what they are insinuating? I mean, it prompts them to say all sorts of outrageous things they definitely wouldn't otherwise.
Now that I'm getting that iMac (Yes, it's fully functional, legal, and all that other crap. Yes, I'm sure.) either tomorrow or Friday, I've been thinking about my writing. It's been a long time since I've really gotten to concentrate on getting any kind of story down and I'm excited to get started again.
Eh. I'm not very inspired to write up here right now, ironically. -_-;;
Today was kinda long and irritating. Full of people breathing cigarette smoke on me. Bleh.
Smoking is fucking nasty. If you smoke, stop it--it's fucking nasty.
Going to work every day is so bizarre for me. I miss my circle of elitist assholes I can but refer to as friends. You know...un-short-sighted people who care about politics and the environment.
Hooray for Star Wars! |
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Kevin is dumb.
I just bought an iMac for $20. |
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Sunday, August 21, 2005
Weather is so very, very obnoxious. It's like a child between the ages of six and sixteen: totally unreasonable and sucky to be around.
Why this sudden outburst of hate? Because I had to live through yet another 24 hours without electricity, that's why. As if 2003 wasn't bad enough, the sky just decided to put my lifeblood out of commission for as long as it took to make me super pissed.
And if merely rendering the computer, PS2, stereo, portable phone, and television utterly nonfunctional made me feel like committing repeated arson, the fact that we were the only 20 houses in the whole damn city without power for fifteen hours was pretty much a license to burn whatever the shit I felt like. Feel like.
Shin, you're going down. Again. >>
I don't have a car, however, so I guess I was kinda lucky these past couple of days: down by the nearest major intersection, there were vehicles completely submerged in water. A family of four from Hong Kong got stuck at the nearest GO station and had to take refuge at my friend's house for five or six hours. (They kinda walked out wearing her brother's pants--theirs were wet--though, not offering to return them, so I don't feel too sorry for them...)
My neighbor was stuck driving during the onslaught of rain and had to pull into a friend's driveway for two reasons:
-she couldn't see
-she was so scared, she was shaking
The folks whose son burnt their house down a couple years ago are now one tree-straight-through-the-roof more endowed and my friend's dad's store flooded, destroying tens of thousands of dollars worth of pianos.
Oh, and did I mention our basement flooded in two places? In one room, the cat couldn't get to his litter box because it was in a big, scary puddle of water, and in the other, there isn't an actual floor, so much as some gravel and dust, so we had a muddy crawl-space for a few hours.
Brilliant.
Just brilliant. |
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Friday, August 19, 2005
Today, I was bodily chucked into an unpleasantly chilly swimming pool four times. Three of those times were by the same guy who kept coming up behind me while I was talking to one of the kids/staff and just kinda shoving me.
It was really pissy, especially since I have this thing about swimming while on my period. As in I really don't like doing it. I've had really negative experiences. (Which did not repeat themselves today...!)
Anyway, after being thrown in the pool each time, I would hastily climb out and sit on the edge. Then, I would get up and walk around, making sure the children were behaving and such. Basically, bullshitting my way through the day's "work". (I don't feel guilty about doing nothing useful the whole time, however, because I didn't get a break today. Or yesterday. Bastards.)
Actually, truth be told, doing this was kind of silly and pointless, as every one knows the job of a volunteer at a summer camp is not to take care of the kids, but to complete menial, irksome tasks no one else wants to do. And to get people food. And basically emulate Marten.[/QC reference] At least, if we had an office, it would be. ("Classroom bitch" doesn't sound all that great or virtuous.)
I swear, half of my time is spent feeding this one woman, who cannot move to fetch her own bananas/hamburger/corn flakes/whatever the fuck else.
I spent ten minutes finding her a shit-ass banana the other day, because some retard had left three bushels of bananas in the medication fridge. I was chided for not looking in there, of course. After all, who wouldn't leave three bushels of bananas in the medication fridge? No one with any sense of order or reason, certainly. (Disclaimer: She's a nice person, aside from the whole food thing, so I don't mind as much as I could. It's still damn annoying, though.)
To get back on track, however, bastard kept shoving me into the damn pool and he's too damn heavy for me to shove into the pool, as a means of revenge. We're not going swimming again, either, so I can't, like, recruit a bunch of impressionable six year olds to get the job done, either.
After leaving the pool, we headed over to another summer camp, so the children could attend a dance. A dance. A summer camp dance.
It was priceless[ly boring]. Sure, the music was a bunch of Much crap I couldn't listen to without cringing, and all my favourite kids were bored out of their minds, and I had to clean up spilled juice and some bitchy girl from another camp almost knocked juice all over my favourite t-shirt and didn't apologise, but aside from that all, it was priceless.
Watching six- to ten-year olds "break-dance" is just one of those things that pushes the boundaries of the hysterical. I know Sarah knows all about it (I remember that conversation, even if you dont. xD).
Actually, make that six year olds. I hate children between the ages of seven and fourteen. I really do. They just suck to be around. They're not cute any more and they haven't learned they can't do anything and that being gross/obnoxious/abrasively stupid is not endearing in the least. Some will go on to think this way for the duration of their lives. It's pitiful.
One of the six year olds spilled a cup full of the orange juice they handed out to all the kids all over the floor, making an orangey puddle.
Half-defeated already, by this point, I sighed and ambled towards the kitchen, and asked for some paper towels, explaining one of our kids had spilled his orange juice.
Motherfucker hands me one god damn paper towel. I give him this look of utter disgust and his boss (my boss' brother, incidentally) says to him, "What the hell is she going to do with one paper towel?"
It was a very rewarding seven seconds. I'll tell you that.
The kid was a dear and helped clean up, to the best of his ability. There's a sticky spot on the gym of that school, however, because we didn't get all of it, since there was a paper towel shortage.
Right now, I simply love ignoring other people's problems completely, even if it was kinda my responsibility to solve them. Kinda. Almost. Maybe if they gave me a fucking break once in a while.
'Cause right now I am so very, very bitter, it's not even funny.
Anyway, they eventually played "Backstreet's Back", just because. I mean...you gotta play "Backstreet's Back" eventually, right?
I was being bemused when I noticed the kids had stopped singing. I wondered if it was because they had better taste than most kids or what, but then I realised something...
They didn't know the words.
I am way to young to be old, dammit!
All the while, it had been either raining or about to rain. It poured for the two minutes it took me to walk to the center in the morning. (The sky hates me, evidently. And also S___, who was soaked biking there. And C_____, who missed a soccer game because of the rain. D=)
When it came time to leave the other summer camp, it was raining and winding and lightning and thundering so intensely, it would have been in violation of our...stuff we're allowed to expose the children to to take them outside, to walk the ten meters to the bus. I shit you not. Not that the rule-enforcers are that anal, but that it was that stormy.
The roads were flooded. The puddle at the bottom of our ravine is flowing. Tons of manholes burst. A big, old willow tree in our ravine snapped at the middle and destroyed a section of our fence.
My mom forgot her keys and showed up at the center to get mine. It was really lame.
Me: What the hell are you doing here? O_o
Mom: I forgot my keys. I came to get yours.
Me: I leave in five minutes! Couldn't you wait that long??
Seriously, what the hell? Jeez.
I took three steps out in the rain and, damn it, K_____ might as well have tossed me in the pool a fourth time. Just when I was so wet I couldn't get any wetter, my friend's dad showed up and gave us a ride home. : D
Yay~!~!!
The funny thing was, while I was standing in the gym at that other summer camp, and there were little kids running all over the place, and music was playing, and the doors leading to outside were open and it was just starting to storm violently, and I was standing there, I felt like no other planet could ever make sense of us, ever.
It was pretty bizarre, actually.
Creeped me out.
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
Sara: That's because it didn't make a lick of sense.
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I really fucking hate Angels in the Outfield. I really do. It's such a piece-of-shit movie, it's unbelievable.
Where did this come from, you ask, all of a sudden? Why in shit would Godel, of all people, be watching Angels in the Outfield? Because they fucking made me, that's why.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I feel like total shit right now. I could barely stand up, half the time, at work today. I actually felt pretty bad about it, since I'd have to collapse on the newly-upholstered (we draped blankets on top of it, to keep it clean) couch every few minutes from sheer pain and a distinct feeling that I was going to throw up everything inside me. Kidneys, heart, esophagus, you name it. All down the toilet, via the throat.
All the while I was sitting, there was always something demanding attention. Kids being annoying, pictures needing hanging on the walls...milk needed to be poured and people trying to get me to eat cucumber in balsamic vinegar. (I'll never look at cucumber the same way again, after today, but I'll get to that later, if at all.)
Every time I stood up, I felt like I was going to vomit on some unlucky child.
X_x
And there's nothing in the house to eat, 'side from some raw ground beef. My stomach's about to digest itself.
I really fucking hate tampons.
Today sucks. ~_~
At least school will seem bite-sized after this: "AHAHAHA BITCHES!!!! I only have to be here for six hours and I can actually rely on getting a LUNCH BREAK!!" <--me in a few weeks
At least there's that Star Wars marathon to look forward to. : 3
Awesome!
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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Are they allowed to give me but a twenty-minute break in a nine-hour day?
=_=
Shit, I'm tired.
Cramps.
Feel like shit.
Ugh.
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Monday, August 15, 2005
So. Work.
Actually, let me correct myself:
So. "Work."
Without the quotations, I would be the worst kind of liar, because, well, there was no actual work involved. There really wasn't. If things go well, there wont be tomorrow, the next day, or any of the days after that, either.
Allow me to elaborate/explain.
At the beginning of the summer, I believe I mentioned having been approached by a member of the staff of the child-care my sister attends, while picking her up, and asked if I wanted to work there as a volunteer these two weeks to get my community service hours. I figured, "Hell, I'm not doing anything then--why not?" So, foolishly, I agreed to work full-time, without pay, for two weeks. At a fairly pathetic summer camp.
Now, this is probably an easier and more fun job than, say, retail, but you'd expect it to involve some kind of responsibility. You know, taking care of little kids, pretending to enjoy playing with some of them, breaking up fights, etc...
However, since the kids as so damn...docile, none of that is necessary. So, aside from handing out snacks twice a day and giving the odd child the go-ahead to run to the washroom, there's absolutely nothing to do.
So, to fill time, all the staff--paid or otherwise--sit around talking about cars/arguing over obscure, irrelevant crap/not understanding jackshit about computers. And I mean jackshit. As in less than I do. As in the equivalent of knowing riding a bike somehow involves wheels and a chain. I asked one of the guys how many megs and what file-formats his cellphone could carry and he stared at me like I had sprouted a second head. Hell, he stared at me like I had sprouted two extra heads and a cactus.
Then, he said, "...What? What are you talking about? I have no idea!" and went outside to smoke.
Accompanied by the second-to-head staff-member.
Then, every one else went outside to smoke, eventually, barring myself and a two other volunteers.
What the hell? Who smokes behind an elementary school? And asks 17 year old kids to come and join them? What kind of summer camp is this?
One where the senior staff sit around talking about which kids have hot moms. While shirtless.
I swear to God.
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Saturday, August 13, 2005
You know, the funny thing is, Azure was the only person who really thought I had some sort of terrible problem or that I'd been consumed by a squid or something and he's the only one I actually told I was going to be away and explained the damn post to.
What the hell is that? *rolls eyes at the stupidity of Azure*
Anyway, I've been away for the past two weeks, which has resulted on my missing out on a good 70% of the things I'd planned to do this summer, which pisses me off. >: o
But that's all boring, angsty stuff no one needs to hear about unless they're Azure/Vince and I decide I want to plague them with it. : P
So, without further boring crap, I present you with a terrible, crawling-of-the-skin-inducing fact:
Last night, while I was trying to get to sleep, something crawled across my face.
It was the kind of experience that just reassures you that you are never going to visit any place with a population less than a couple million again willingly.
It was also very unpleasant. I mean, if an ant walks across your foot in broad daylight, that's one thing: it's an ant, it's your foot, you flick it away, no harm done.
But when some fat, hideous-feeling insect crawls across your face, in the pitch dark, it could be anything. I brushed it off, felt part of it squish under my fingers, than noticed they had a musty scent to them all of a sudden.
And I still don't know what the damn thing was. It could have been a claw shrimp for all I know!
I don't really have much of interest to post, aside from my having read "Watchmen" the week before last.
And damn.
If you haven't read "Watchmen" yet, you're life is but an empty farce of existence. If you have no idea as to what the hell I'm talking about...well. Then there's very little to be done for you, aside from telling you to read "Watchmen".
It's an Alan Moore dealie, so you know to expect greatness. Can't remember the artist's name off the top of my head, but he did a fine job.
Basically, it focusses on the private, human lives of ex-super-heroes. Lots of philosophical discussions and enough angst to go 'round twice.
I can't do it justice sleepy as I am, however, so I'll abandon the prospect for another day. (Actually, I wouldn't be half-surprised if Tony's already reviewed the thing. : /)
It seems as though I've been posting almost exclusively when oh-so-very tired, so Godel-ville has waned considerably. *yawns*
I've been feeling far less motivated to get things down lately. Or rather, less capable. I'll wake up in the morning and still be tired, as though I hadn't slept at all.
Also, as far as things impossible to interpret go, I have had almost zero interest in food for the past few weeks. I had to force myself to eat half a bagel for breakfast this morning, five or six hours after I woke up.
Bleh.
Went out for dinner for my sister's birthday and I could barely stand to look at the buffet.
Wonder what my problem is...? *yawns again*
My cat's meowing at me and I think I should head out before I collapse with fatigue. -.-
Start working on Monday...pah...stupid little kids...
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
I've tried writing this post over, like, four times and it just sounds stupid. So I'm just going to sum it up in one word:
FUCK.
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