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T* of the Ring

T* has many names, both in this blog and in life. Crazy T, Best Friend T, and now T*. I use them here to preserve her anonymity since I don't know of her feelings about having her name used openly on the net. Anyway, T* has been my best friend (even though as we age we release titles like that are dumb cause there are many different and important people in our life) since Grade 4, we met in Grade 2 though. A couple of years ago I purchased matching rings off the internet for us. Each a platinum plated silver ring with four parallel stones, mine Ruby's and hers Sapphires, although worth a fair amount, I got them quite cheap on eBay. T* wears hers almost everyday, and I lost mine. Thank goodness, she listened to my strict instructions and bought me a similar one for Christmas. I now wear it often and have tried to photograph it a few times, to no avail. So instead of my having a picture of my hand wearing the sweet little ring I have to write about it. So to summarize, I love the ring and I love T*, and miss her, alot.

Beach Burn

Today I went to the beach. It was a short bike ride away and I was only there for a few hours, but I got burnt. Now I'm going to close at The Cup (back to closes all this week, possibly a better shift for my sleep schedule) and I have the absolute exhaustion that only comes with a sun burn and day outside in the summer. The other thing is that only my back half is red, which means I spent too much time on my front reading trashy magazines. My bra is killing me, I'm boiling, in pain, and asleep on my feet. It won't be the greatest shift. But the day had swimming, sunning and even hotdogs in it, so it was definitely worth it. More so if this cools to a nice tan.

Beautiful

I can see you walking ahead of me, I walk faster to catch up
Your so tall, yet feminine
I watch you move your arm to touch your face
Moving so confidently, yet graceful
All in black, your long skirt flows softly in front of me
Very fashionable, yet subtle
Your bare shoulders lead to bare arms, you touch your face again
Arms so long, yet elegant
Tilting your head, your arms float through smooth motions
You seem mystical, yet real
I see your breath, then I see why
I see you flick the ash, my heart falls as I pass
And your no longer beautiful

I Should Never Go Hungry

I'm staying at W.'s this evening, since I open tomorrow morning. I wondered what we were doing for dinner, to which W.'s response was "What do you want to do for dinner?" After explaining that I was broke and up for anything he could afford, he told me he had pasta, flour, water, and maybe butter, and could I go put on a pot of water for "Pasta with Butter." In shock I responded with "I'm dating a chef, dammit, I should never go hungry."

Ok, So We Are Not Friends?

It is always a little painful to find out someone doesn't like you. I know this because it happens to me alot, I'm trying to mature, get used to it, and realize that not everyone will like everyone. What hurts much more though, is finding out someone doesn't like you who has been acting like they do for some time. People who don't like each other often have to deal with each other: work, committees, clubs, mutual friends, roommates, school, family etc. I don't think that people should be mean or rude when having to interact in different situations, obviously politeness and respect is extremely important. But, don't ACT like my friend if you AREN'T my friend. It is extremely two-faced and dishonest to go out of your way to talk to me, invite me places, there have even been people who hug me, while hating me. I don't care if people talk about me behind my back, we all do it, good or bad, friends or not, as long as it is relatively consistent to how I think you view me but don't give one impression to me, and another to others. If you are friendly with me and I like you, I'm going to assume we are, or have the chance of being friends. If someone appears to be friendly with me, I'm going to let my guard down to some degree, and there is nothing harder then doing that and finding out that the friendly person actually dislikes or even hates me. The number of times this happens to me is really starting to add up (at least 3 this summer alone). The number of people who don't get along with me is quite high, at least I know about most of them, or the verdict is still out, but I had better not "FIND OUT" that someone who has been all buddy-buddy with me is to be added to the list, cause I'm starting to get pissed off!!
IF YOU LIKE ME - BE MY FRIEND
IF YOU HATE ME - DON'T PRETEND TO BE MY FRIEND
Simple.

A Week At Home

This is my schedule for the next week, I will be at home every night. So in case someone is looking for me... parents, Crazy T., Ami, W., My Cool Boss (who now calls The Cup when trying to reach me which is unnerving)... you can call me in the evenings or stop by, cause the house is wicked and I always enjoy company.

Monday (24) - Sub 11-3
Tuesday (25) - Cup 6-11
- Sub 12-3
Wednesday (26) - Cup 6-12
Thursday (27) - Cup 6-2
Friday (28) - Cup 7-2
Saturday (29) - Cup 7-close

Early mornings, but that leaves me the afternoon for fun, I just have to be disciplined and get myself to sleep early each night.

Escher

M. C. Escher was a Dutch graphic designer in the early 1900's. His work is so interesting, detailed and mathematical. This is "Drawing Hands" 1948. I sketched this piece for a Grade Nine art drawing once, where we had to draw hands, I remember getting a good grade even though I was totally copying a master. I gave Escher credit though, so it wasn't plagiarism. W. also has a shirt with this picture on it. It is one of my favorite pieces, another great one is of a pond where you can see, the fish under the water, the reflection of the trees in the water and the floating leaves sitting on the water, impossible for the human eye. For more about Escher, Wikipedia is always good.

Question #1

I'm horribly depressed, I don't really know why, but instead of writing about it I figured I would share a part of the "Question Game" I always play, most often at The Cup with fun co-workers.

You are involved in one of each of these...To what capacity? and What type? A Theatre Production, A Movie, A TV Show, A Dance Production, A Music Album

Ok so these were my answers, feel free to post with yours.
*Theatre - I'm the director of my uncles play Feathers, it is a touring show so I get called back every now and then, get a good amount of money and fame, and I'm not around for the actual shows so my social life doesn't suffer
*Movie - Actress in an ensemble cast vingette style drama, that is Oscar winning and fairly meaningful, aka Crash, but about drug use, the new Traffic
*TV - Lead Actress in a Lawyer Drama, the new Ally McBeal/Practice, so done by David E. Kelly
*Dance - Ballet, I'm the lead, it is a new piece called Sleeping Beauty, it alternates between dances with the male lead fighting to wake me, and dream sequences with me where I show equal strength and power, it ends with Sleeping Beauty waking and a beautiful "pa de deux"
*Music - I'm the cover artist for Offsprings amazing comeback album that goes platinum and I win awards for my design as well

Ahhh, fantasy, always makes me feel a little better.

Me, Me, Me, Not Me

I guess we all leave a paper trail! If you Google "Christine Sweeton" and I suggest you do, as well as Google yourself and those you love, you get 18 hits that are all really small meaningless moments of my life captured online for some reason. If you image search my name (without the "s) you get the above picture. If you Yahoo search the same thing, you get the write up about my Athletic Award for Gymnastics Team Leadership from way back in high school, written by the Paris Star in 2003, something I'm actually proud of and love to look back at all the great gymnastic memories. Also on the Yahoo search is a link to someone who actually isn't me (all the other ones were/are) I gather there is a Christine Sweeton who visited some church in New York, and she is a missionary. I guess I'm not alone out there, eerie.

1906

The year is 1906. One hundred years ago.
What a difference a century makes!
Here are some of the U.S. statistics for the Year 1906 :
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The average life expectancy was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower!
The average wage was 22 cents per hour.
The average worker made between $200 and $400 per year .
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2,500 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births took place at HOME .
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Five leading causes of death were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza 2. Tuberculosis 3. Diarrhea 4. Heart disease 5. Stroke
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was only 30!!!!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write.
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Eighteen percent of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.

Imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.

Comment Spam

Someone or Something is spamming my comments on this blog. I'm still keeping everything open to none members to comment, and I'm not moderating comments yet. I will try to just keep deleting them as they come up. So please ignore. They are usually one line from Anonymous saying something about the blog being informative, obviously the link (the little >> that is underlined at the end of the comment) is the spam, don't go to the site, it is trying to sell you something. Oh spam, how awful, ruining my blogging fun.

Job or Scam

I have been trying to get a "Bar Job", well hoping to get any job actually for the last month of the summer. (Yes, I know I'm over worked as it is, but Tuition needs to be paid and I'm still short on money.) I interviewed for a Bartender Survivor thing at Bulldog Bar/Club (which just so everyone knows is THE GREATEST PLACE TO GO, now that I may potentially be working there.) I'm still waiting on the call from them and the whole idea of the competition sounds fun, but taking to a random customer at The Cup claiming it is a little bit of a scam makes me a little worried. At the interview, which involved lots of "are you shy" type questions, those running the competition informed me that we will be put into teams and asked to run a pub night. We get points for how well the pub night we run goes and for how many people come through the door on other Thursdays. We have a card which offers people no cover and has our name on the back. At the end of the 6-8 week period there are 2-10 bartending jobs as well as some other jobs like coat check and taking cover charge that will be given to those deemed stellar. It sounds like the bar is trying to drum up more business for Thursday nights, so they planed this competition to bring in new clientele. I'm not loyal to The Bulldog, honestly have never been. If I get into the competition it will be fun to do and we get paid for the nights we work and the pubs we run. Basically though you end up making money off of the friends you drag in with you. The random customer warned me unless you have a large circle of Bulldog going friends you will always struggle as a bar tender there and eventually be laid off. Well my friends aren't really big clubbers and those that are, don't club at Bulldog, this guy was from a frat and had a heavy drinking circle of over 300 friends, he claimed to be very successful as a bartender. I understand why a bar would behave like this, why they would require its workers to bring in a good stock of business through friends and regulars who like them, but at the same time why can't the bar just be good of its own merit and not need its employees to bring in their friends, and why fire them if they stop providing people. I'm providing myself to an employer not my friends. We will see how this goes, and remember to party at Bulldog and drop my name a few times while you are there... oh and on Thursday this week, I'm going to be going to Berrymores, so you could join me there instead, how ironic.

Heat Wave

"In this heat, it takes conscious effort to breath" W.

I have been sleeping at W. on the first floor, on couch cushions, with a fan on my face and it has still be boiling. Ottawa is suffering through a serious Heat Wave.

July 12 was 23 Degrees Celsius
July 13 was 30 Degrees Celsius
July 14 was 32 Degrees Celsius
July 15 was 28 Degrees Celsius
July 16 was 32 Degrees Celsius
Right now it is 32 AGAIN.

Normally for July it is 26 is an average high
The record high for July is 36 in 1955, we had better not get to that.

Best Weather Info

Today

The air is hanging on many tiny hooks
Heat is thick and trapped
The sun filled sky begins to rain
Sweet drops that don't hit the air
Water that finds a path through the heat
The smell of hot wet earth and grass
Stronger is the smell of hot wet created ground
Then, a small breeze flows through the heat
Finds a path to touch everything
The scent of summer, the rain of spring
Soon will it be fall? Soon will it all slip away?

Pa

Best wishes to my Pa who goes in for hip surgery tomorrow.

I give him my thoughts and prayers that he has a speedy recovery so he gets back to his traveling, canoeing, gardening, volunteering, Garrison Little Theatre helping, rugby loving, tea and warm milk drinking, Molly walking, bird watching, Meals On Wheels delivering, grandchildsitting, cottaging, reading, cooking, lawn mowing, stick shift driving, jazz listening, Granny loving, active living lifestyle, quickly.

I really should call...if I could only find his number and my long distance card...oh I can look it up and swallow the charges...I'm calling! I hope all goes well for the surgery and recovery.

All's Well That Ends Well

G=Good, B=Bad

This weekend I worked alot (B) both at Subway and Second Cup. I was able to go to the Guess? Outlet Store with Ami and one of our other roommates as well as out for sushi afterwards (G) and I didn't buy anything (G). I borrowed a big funky purse/bag and now have fallen in love with it and want one around the same size (B). I spent all weekend lugging around my stuff in it. When I wasn't in a work uniform I wore this cute little white and pink flowery sundress I bought last year which still fits beautifully (G). I didn't get a chance to wash much and worked long hours so I have felt gross for the last day or so (B). I worked late everynight and woke up early each morning (B), usually resulting in around 4 hours sleep (B). I got to talk to my brother on the phone (G) and his life is so messed up right now (B), to the point that Crazy T. thinks it sounds like Laguna Beach. I worked with Cool Bosses younger sister at Subway for the first time (G). I spent an awful close at The Cup where a phone call from The Boss made me so upset (B) that I had to leave and call my Mum from the phone booth outside crying(B). My co-worker and I went out to ESD afterwards (G) for dinner, I ordered a grilled chicken burger and salad (G). I had to open the next day (B) and spend some time working with the Manager (B). The shift went by fast (G) and was fun and relaxing (G). I talked to The Boss about how he had upset me and he was really understanding (G) also working with The Manager was no big deal either (G). After this shift I went to another co-workers house to see her new kitten (G). Then I bused home to have a bath (G). Now I'm writing this, (GGGGG) with a smile on my face (GGGGG).

Note To Self

I will STOP spending money.
I will start SAVING money.
I will eat lots of VEGETABLES.
I will BIKE everywhere.
I will spend time with FRIENDS.
I will live in MY HOUSE.

Gregarious

Both Em and Ami have called me this on occasion, and it is part of my personality profile as an ESTJ (Extroverted Sensing Thinking Judging).

gre.gar.i.ous : Seeking and enjoying the company of others; sociable.
From Latin for, belonging to a flock.

Ok, so not as beautiful and flattering as I thought, but definitely true!!
If your curious about Jung-Myers-Briggs typology and your own four letter code, try this test.

Better

A facial mask and new shoes make everything better. Also not wearing a bra!! Ok I know I have little tiny boobs that really don't ever need a bra, but I always wear one cause it just makes me feel more comfortable. Well, I was doing my laundry at W.'s last night, cause as we all know I pretty much live there, and I feel asleep. As I was falling asleep I asked him to pull out my clothes from the washer and hang them up so they would be dry. Well he forgot my bra, so I had to go commando all morning. I'm defiantly not ready to switch but it was an enjoyable experience. Ami, her friends from the "other" P-Dot, and I went shopping. I got shoes, beautiful beautiful blue shoes. Now I'm sitting here in a peel-away face mask, life is good!

Drunk... and I Regret It...

The only night I have... that I'm not working... nights.... Yes, I work for the next week... straight. My boss from Subway calls and I don't have to work Canada Day morning. I feel I can get very drunk... so I do. I realize that those that read this blog are so close to me that they would practically forgive me for everything and anything and that the roommates, and friends of those roommates... well they don't read this, they obviously don't read this. I drunkenly slapped someone... I physically hit someone... I don't even know who, or why... but I did... I remember that much. I thank W. for pretty much locking me in my room, and everyone/some people for forgiving my behavior because I was drunk. That is NOT who I am. I drank alot. Even this does not excuse what I think I did. Even now, 10 mins after the fact, I don't even remember what transpired. I am so so so so so sorry. Please lock me in my room. I don't deserve other people. I don't deserve contact with them. I wish I was sober. I wish I knew what happened. I know I was heavily involved but honestly I know not what I did.