I get bored of reading.

I found a sheet of stickers in a magazine. They appear to have a purpose similar to fridge poetry magnets. I decided to take a break from reading about financial management and used ALL of them. Here is the first page of a few:

(You can click on it to make it bigger!)

words

The words I think, I 'ought to speak.
The words I write, I 'ought to share.
These words you'll never see,
I keep them very close to me.

Love Janelle

Summertime = boredom? =(

The unfortunate side of being done exams early, is that pretty much everyone else isn't. So while everyone is studying last minute and writing exams, I sit at home.. browsing appartments for rent.. scheduling classes.. being sick.. and trying to draw. I thought these were pretty amusing, if they were drawn better. Perhaps I've had too many lazy days in a row and the isolation is getting to me.

This is probably what would happen if I met up with Freud:

http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/Phlamingoxox/reallyshitty.jpg


And Wordsworth:

http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/Phlamingoxox/stillquiteshitty.jpg

Yea I need to get out more. Good news is I have an apprtment for fall and my calsses done, only the money forking over left. Still, I think I will make Thursday the new Friday and have some funnnnnnnnnnn.

Havnt Blogged in a While..

I figured this thing might be getting dusty, it feels like I havn't blogged in a while.

Today, I had a good moment at work. (This is unusual as im pretty sure its a factory designed to provide low class citizens with money in the most hellish way possible. Paid slavery.) I was stuggling with this guy's order because he was ordering the weirdest things that I didn't know how to punch in (Like a slushie float.. what the hell, why would you ruin a slushie with ice cream!?). He also ordered a Blizzard that I'd never made before and a banana split and 2 sundaes. It was ice cream madness, enough calories in one order to kill a small child. (Fortunately he had four or five small children to share the load). Anyways, he came back to the counter with his Blizzard and I'm thinking, Christ, what have I done now? (Earlier that day I had managed to rip a door off the cooler and spill the napkin container). To my surprise he came back to tell me how wonderful the think I made was! I was so happy! (You have no idea how wonderful a compliment feels after scrubbing floors and failing at mastering the napkin dispensers). Then, he gave me a tip, a toonie. I was like oh...I'll put it in the tip jar, but no, It was my toonie, apparently! Excellent, I have $2 to not spend on ice cream. It raised my wage for the day to an extra quarter an hour. It really brightened my mood until I had to go clean the men's washroom, then I gagged a little and I think my grumpiness came up as a result. However it got me thinking that most customers are, shall we call them long eared domestic animals that generally live on farms and make weird noises, especially in the morning. (You figure that one out). Well if everyone waiting in line would relax a little and get some patience, maybe they'd get served better. When the workers are happy, then they'll be happy. So CHILL OUT!

I think that the large body of writing is daunting and will deter most people from reading it =(

Inventing My Own Assignment

I am a creating my own blogging assignment because I do not believe that my technology mirrors my moods in any way. I have never really noticed this. So i have decided that I will blog about something much more interesting: myself. I will tell you 62 things about myself (the number of Sara's choice). I think it will be pretty interesting to see if I can find 62 things to write. SO here goes:

1. I enjoy making lists more than the average person. I could list about anything and everything.
2. What I am most excited for about Grad is being done and OUT of high school. I can't think of a lot that I will miss.
3. Some of the people I went to kindergarten with, I am grading with. Abbotsford is such a hick town.
4. I don't actually think Abbotsford is that bad, it's jsut not as nice as say, Vancouver, or any other big city.
5. I have about as many journals as I do pairs of shoes. (I have a lot of shoes)
6. I probably have some very mild form of OCD. I have to have certain pens to write with, and when people steal them, I become quite distressed. How awful to write with a regular ballpoint pen?!
7. I amvery picky. About pens, keyboards, food. My preferences are ususally very specific.
8. I'm fairly certain no one will read all of this.
9. If no one reads this to completion. I won't be offended. You can stop right now if you so desire.
10. I regret choosing to be part of layout for the Anthology, the amount of work it entails is daunting.
11. I love doing class projects, or other projects. Just projects in general. However I need to be in control of it, so I prefer to work alone.
12. I never learned to type properly. I think it may have been the metronome that put me off. I have my own fancy way of typing now, and its inaccurate about 30% of the time. Oh well.
13. Twelve is my favorite number. I have no explanation for this.
14. I feel pathetic when I worry about what to wear. For the grad ceremonies tomorrow, I haven't a clue what to wear. Though everyone I talk to is so apathetic toward the subject and I wonder if they just appear that way to portray that they are not shallow in some way.
15. I believe that it is impossible to not judge someone. That is what we do. I do however believe that it is possible to avoid acting on the judgment, or letting it get in the way.
16. I am slightly upset that Sara said 62. Why not 16? This would be a perfect stop.
17. I fear that I am going to get fired. There are so many days I have to book off for grad stuff and university registration etc. that they might think I'm more of a nuisance than I'm worth :(.
18. I will be eighteen on June 21!!!!! Its not actually that exciting.
19. If I could drive any sort of vehicle, it would be an SUV type deal. But an environmentally friendly one, if that exists.
20. I worked overtime last night, it was my first shift. Go me!
21. 21 is almost like my favorite number, but backwards.
22. I find my naturally curly hair very annoying most of them time. Sometimes I like it though.
23. The bell is going. This list will continue later.
24. I hate the song "This is Why I'm Hot". He's not hot. GO away.
25. I intend to complete this list, but in chunks. It will be an epic series!

Meat Loaf: Mysterious Meat, and Artist

This is the creepiest thing that has happened to me in quite a while. Some time ago, (perhaps when I was thirteen or so) I had a song stuck in my head. I had no idea what the song was, none of the words or anything, only the tune. I am sure that until this day I have never consciously or willingly listened to this song. I have recently discovered it was a Meat Loaf song, which I never would have deliberately subjected my ears to, as he is definitely not my favorite artist.

Well recently I found a song by Meat Loaf that I actually enjoyed. I went to download it (legally of course ;) ) and ended up downloading a bunch of other songs, purely out of curiosity. Who knows? Where theres one decent song, there may be many. So when my downloads were done their thing, I listened to them and found quite frankly, not a lot. Then I clicked on "It's all coming back to me now" to play it. This was the song that mysteriously became lodged in my brain years ago. How bizarre! How bizarre that I even remember it. I found it somewhat ironic that the title was "It's all coming back to me".

What I would like most to know is how I get a song I've never really heard before stuck in my head. The brain is a crazy organ, and I wish they'd figure out how it works sooner, I really wnat to know.

Blogging With No Topic

Let loose in writing class left only with a blog and left without a topic! This is absurd. It is hard enough to write on a topic, but when left to my own devices, how am I supposed to come up with anything?! Absolutely absurd. I suppose one could discuss the goings on of our own minds, however, do you really want to hear my University debate? Or about how excited I am for the upcoming long weekend? Well maybe, but my private plans are not to be exposed on the internet! Perhaps I could share my thoughts on Grad, as it is coming up soonish and I havn't had much to say about it so far.

Well, I guess I havn't had much to say about it lately because I am a little disenchanted with it all. I was under the impression there would be more excitement, more suspense. Who's going with who? Who's wearing what? Where should I get my hair, nails and make-up done?! I have indeed wondered these things, however more casually as if they were ordinary thoughts. I am almost embarrassed that at one time I was ever wishing to become so enthralled in these topics. They seem so silly and a waste of time to bother with. I have never been into the drama scene and I don't know why prom rolling around would make me instantly thrust myself into it. I suppose what I am trying to say is: don't get your crinolines in a knot! Relax and enjoy prom for what it is; a chance to say good-bye to your fellow grads, eat nice (hopefully) food and dance.

The End


(Look I finished an assignment in class!! =D)

It Really Just Annoys Me

Alright, this is just a pet peeve of mine. I have to say first of all I am absolutely not anti- Canucks or anything (though I'm not exactly fan, even of Hockey at all), I just find those window flag attachments REALLY irritating. You must have seen them by now, they're sticking out of every other vehicle's window cruising down the street.

I understand the appeal of maybe one flag. It shows the driver's enthusiasm, and they are only up around play off season. Not so annoying. I will be honest and say that I'm not entirely sure what it is that annoys me about them, but I do know that as the number of flags multiply, my road rage multiplies.

All I can focus on when I'm looking in the rear view down South Fraser Way is the giant manly trucks with bunny ears! It looks absolutely ridiculous! I'm not sure why the owners of these gas guzzlers feel the need to display the flags in this fashion. 1) They can't actually bee seen when they're whipping in the wind and 2) like I said before, it makes the car look like it has bunny ears.

Now I have seen numerous times a vehicle with more than two of these things. It gets a little ridiculous after four because, let's face it, you're not a bloody parade float driving around. Really, think about dropping your kids off for school with THAT all over your vehicle. They'll be bullied for sure, especially if their peers are Duck fans.

Be less annoying. Get a bumper sticker! Or, because I have failed to make a convincing argument (or you love bunnies), don't.

Wouldn't the world be a better place if...

I could teach you something. In all my seventeen years I must be quite wise, yes? Well I am so wise that anything that I have to teach you would be much beyond you're comprehension. However I suppose I could dumb-down something for your simple minds. First I must think of something you can relate to, something at your level of comprehension. Nope, can't think of anything. Toooooooo bad

I'm not really that pompous, I really just wish I was wise and had something to teach. What do you want to know about? I will give you my thoughts. Until then I don't assume I have any knowledge relating to you that you don't all ready know.

Reasons Why Janelle Is Annoyed

• the library computers would not let me log in to my blogger account (at least 2 of them)
• it is Thursday instead of Friday
• the blog assignment made me think too hard and I ended up ranting going no where
• I have yet to figure out which "observations" are definitely supposed to be recorded on my bio lab
• I have too many stories to write and I can't think of anything anymore
• so many people are mowing their lawns, its fairly annoying
• guys don't bring girls flowers anymore =( (I read Paige's blog)
• I get ranty and grumpy when I have lots of homework
  

Ms. Wedel will be sorry she ever unleashed the "Lists that are meant to be read" idea, they will never end, NEVER. Anyways, I better get some work done before my sanity completely departs

Meaningful

I'm looking around my room desperately trying to find an object that is meaningful to me, because I don't want to do the other blog assignment. I would actually rather write a list of why I am annoyed, but BACK TO THE BLOG ENTRY. I see Chinese food, nope; various USB cords for various devices, nope; a jar of pennies, nope; France calendar? Clothes? Whiteboard? Nope, nope and nope. Not that its all meaningless, I just don't think it represents anything pivotal in my life, which would then have meaning. In my opinion, for something to have meaning to me it would have had to have had a huge impact on my life or have some value (not the money kind).Most of these things are intangible, like experiences or values. So I suppose my own mind is a meaningful place. There. This has actually exhausted me, I'm going to post my list now, because now I'm extra annoyed. I will make a new post because a 2-in-one would be tacky, right?

Shalom?

So yesterday, I was invited to synagogue (for all that don't know, it is a Jewish "church" by some sense of the meaning) and mostly because I am incredibly curious, I went. As long as there's a fair chance it won't kill me I'm willing to give it a go, even if I'll probably embarrass myself (which I am used to doing by now).

So we drove down to Bellingham to this cute old building, the synagogue. As soon as I entered I was tense, I am extremely shy and usually awkward with new people, especially in a house of worship because they really are unfamiliar to me as I have minimal exposure to religion. Well, I was introduced to the rabbi, a very nice lady from what I can tell, and we picked up prayer books (which I observed to be backwards, but apparently the spine is supposed to be on the right hand side).

When we sat down, I looked through the book in my hands briefly and noticed an intimidatingly large amount of Hebrew, which of course, I had no hope in reading. In fact, there seemed to be Hebrew everywhere. There was a huge banner I guess you call it with an image of a tree and some Hebrew I believe meant something along the lines of "the root of life". This was my favorite part of the "decor" of the building.

Ok so I'm sitting there thinking I will stick to my observer standards, but my boyfriend wants me to make an attempt at the Hebrew. Umm, sure I'll get on that. He pointed out that there was a phonetic-ish version of the prayers and songs etc. under or around the actual Hebrew. When I say phonetic-ish, I mean I could get by, but it took me a while to commit to memory that "ch" meant I had to pronounce the sound like there was something at the back of my throat rather that the "ch" sound in "chipper". It would have sounded really cool if a) I had any talent with my singing voice and if b) I had any clue of how to pronounce it all and if c) anyone could hear me. I made a point of whispering most of it, because I was sadly butchering it. There were random words that appeared repeatedly that I got the hang of, and spoke up a little for them.

After much singing and a silent prayer, (at least I think that's what was going on.. I had no idea.. we were supposed to sit down when we were done.. but I sat down as soon as my boyfriend was) the rabbi gave a little speech. I was quite pleased when it was on vegetarianism and its benefits, score one for Janelle! (Though I am a veggie merely because I dislike meat and because I don;t eat it my stomach has built up an intolerance for it, but hey, at the same time I'm keeping Kosher!).

Toward the very end we, well everyone but me, wished a few people Happy Birthdays (I didn't have my phonetic-ish Hebrew in front of me, I would have joined in if I had) and said a prayer for those who are ill and for those who have passed. Finally, there was one last song (that I forgot to mention I learned at the beginning of the service). Though we repeated the maybe 10 words many times, its gone from my head already. Finally we went to the basement and ate and drank and socialized. I told some lady that "I'm thinking of staying here in BC for university.." which probably confused her because we were in fact, in Bellingham.

Anyways, despite the uneasiness of my ignorance to the goings-on, it was a very nice service, and I might just go back again.

Mischance of a Muffin

A magnificent muffin there sat
In my lap fluffy and steaming
Gooey blueberries oozing
And smelling sweet

I peeled the wrapper from the base
And little did I know,
The most horrible occurrence would follow

The mushroom top was split from the rest
A traumatic divorce,
I screamed in horror
The muffin fell, fell to the ground

Hurriedly I grabbed at it
My jabbing motions were not enough
Only the bottom of the muffin was salvageable

Every hope I had for that muffin
Oh, delicious muffin
Diminished.
Devoured.
By the greedy ground
Not my starving stomach.

Tim Horton's,
This is the second time you crushed my dreams
And surely,
It won't be the last.


-Ex, Muffin-less Timmies Employee

Too Happy for Sarcasm

I am much too happy to make fun of something. I'm in a good mood, mostly because of the weather. It's not spectacular, but warm enough to wear a skirt! (sorry, my superficial side is poking through). If I become annoyed or angry about something I will surely compose a satire for you. For now, perhaps I'll share something that happened yesterday and poerhaps I will add sarcasm, we will see.

I went out to dinner with my mom and my boyfriend, Shaun (which sounds like a fairly bizarre situation, but really it was not). Well when our waitress came to ask what we would like to drink and my oh-so-wonderful boyfriend began flirting with her. (Jerk right? However I'm really not the jealous type and it didn't bother me, she had a ring on her finger anyways). He and my mom seemed to believe I was completely oblivious to the flirtations, however that was just an act.

Later, the three of us were chatting and enjoying our drinks and I saw the waitress from behind my boyfriend making her way toward the table. I gave her a smile and turned back to my boyfriend and leaned in for a kiss. He dismissed it as something that could have happened in any other moment of the dinner. However from behind him I saw the waitress stop in her path, like when you realize you;re walking the wrong way or forgot something. She awkwardly backtracked into the kitchen.

At first I thought she may really have just forgotten something, because no one would usually react like she did. Although the next time she came too the table her smile was diluted and she only spoke directly to my mom. Shaun wondered why all of the sudden she was so much less friendly than before. I looked at my mom, who had witnessed the whole ordeal and smiled. When I told him what I did, he began explaining himself, like I was angry. It appears that he was angrier than me.

So apparently I ruined his night. Boy, am I sorry for stopping my boyfriend from flirting with another woman. Dang, do I owe him.

There, that's as satiric as I get. For now anyways.

Successful or Unsuccessful?

Today I was heading home for a double spare, when I realized I didn't have my key. I also realized my mom and brother were in Vancouver and after calling my dad, I realized he was in a conference or some such thing all day. No matter, I could just break in right? Wrong. I was completely unsuccessful at trying to do so, every single door was locked and I couldn't even pick the locks. I was unsuccessful at prying open a window, as they are all locked as well. I was unsuccessful at even having any idea where my key could be. I was finally unsuccessful at knowing whether or not anyone else I knew might have a key, like a family friend.

After all this unsuccessful-ness, I took my unsuccessful derrière back to the school where I shamefully explained my unsuccessful-ness to a friend. He simply said "Don't worry about it!", but all I could think about was how I just wanted to go home and make my self soup and a sandwich and relax and read until biology class. Instead I was here at the school, moping and starving and not to mention incredibly bored.

Well it later hit me that I did have some success in the matter. I successfully determined that, unless something was damaged, or brute force was used, I can not enter my house without a key. I successfully determined I havn't got enough strength to lift my garage door by myself, and I successfully exhausted every safe and undamaging way to get into my house. This experience also helped me successfully keep my blog updated. It has been quite a chore because of the lack of interesting writing topics in my life at the moment.

So you see?One can be successful and unsuccessful all at once. =)

Body Scars

The first scar I ever received was when I was about 1 year old. I don't even remember it happening, but my mother has recounted the event many times.

According to her, I was playing around my living room and getting a little wobbly. Soon I fell over and the coffee table caught my fall rather than the carpet. I had managed to do a nice job of cutting my head open just under my right eyebrow.

My mom rushed me to the hospital and I was beginning to panic. By the time they got me into a room , I was flailing uncontrollably and most likely screaming too. All the doctors had to do was fix a little cut on my head, but I protested by swinging my legs and arms in their faces.

Eventually, they got tired of my punching and kicking and somehow managed to hold me down. Once I was secure, they fixed my wounded head in a matter of a minute and I was my usual calm self again.

On the way home I went to sleep in the car and had a nice, peaceful nap.

For the first scar known to my body, it was very exciting. I am glad however, I don't actually recall the story, but I have the scar to prove it!

Asignment One: My Failures

I find myself failing at things everyday. Perhaps I am too hard on myself, however spelling 'writing' wrong is fairly pathetic. I am taking a calss called 'Writing 12' and one would assume that I have the capability of realizing I hit 't' one too many times on the keyboard. However I repeatedly spell other things wrong when typing 'just' often comes up as 'jsut', 'the' becomes 'teh' and so on. I fail at typing.

Before even this failure I have fialed today. I am doing the 'potato lab' in biology. I don't intend to explain it, if you're in biology you know what I'm talking about and if not, well I am very sorry. Well I was adding all the potato pieces to the various test tubes and I got to about test tube eight before my mind was wandering (as it often does). I accidently put two pieces of potato in one test tube. Actually, writing about this now, it seems awfully trivial to think of this instance as a failure. It was an inconvenience to my lab partners and I. I fail at Biology Potato Labs.

Now for a real failure. One that actually involves failing something. I fialed my first road test. The second one I failed even worse. It's not that I am a bad driver at all! The first one was going so well, almost perfect actually, then when I wne tto turn into the ICBC parking lot, I drove over the curb. Apparently driving over the curb is extremely dangerous and it would make me a dnagerous driver (becasue, obviously I'm going to wreak havoc on Abbotsford and drive all over the curbs). So I didn't get my N, that was fine I'd get it the next time. Nope. I took my test in Chilliwack (which is not at all like driving in Abby, no matter what they tell you) and it was on a rainy day and to say I was a bit nervous would have been an extreme understatement. Eventually, parallel parking came to bite me in my backside and I failed. Again. I am still horribly mortified. I get nightmares even. I fail at road tests.

Well that's enough reflection on my failures for one day, it's good to know I'm human.