My Ode To Avril Lavigne

Anyone who knows me knew this was comin. Nobody reads this though, so who cares? So yes it is true......I have a girl crush on Avril Lavigne. I believe that everyone has some sort of personal attachement to a celebrity/athlete/politician....etc. This is mine. I just think she's great. GREAT!! So if you are one of those people who hate her ( whatever) don't read the rest of this post. FUCK......why is our basement so fucking freezing??!! My fingers are already numbing!! I'm already drinking a coke so that rules out hot tea. Shit. Anyways, I actually didn't like Avril when she started to become famous. I thought her attitude stunk and she seemed cocky. It was weird because how could I like her lyrics so much, but not her? I just loved her music. Then I realized that she is just terrible in interviews because she doesn't care about them and that can come off as snobby. In anything that was behind the scenes though, she was awsome because she was relaxed and having fun!.......................GOOD NIGHT MOM!!!! Ugh! She seriously won't stop yelling " Good night Mand!" down the stairs until I shout it back up to her. I love her and all, but mother......let it be!!! Do you know what else she does? I'll be finally drifting off to sleep in my room when she'll stick her face right up against the crack of the door and say it again! What is that??? You know I'm in there trying to sleep! Plus, I live here! You see me all the time!! Why the good night Mand? WHY!! So yes...Avril. I can see how other people can not like her. The media had played up her image and at times it was more about that than her music. This was all the industry's doings...not hers. I don't give a shit what she wears.....her voice is one that is unique, strong, and gentle at the same time. I feel that a lot of female singers all sound the same, like they're putting on these fake singing voices or something. Avril sings from her gut. And it's so stupid that because she's opinionated people label her as bad ass or bitchy. Sorry....I guess girls should always speak in high squeeky voices and have nothing interesting to say. Since when is having opinions a bad thing? Okay, well I'm off to bed for now. Oh man,.......Coke was a bad choice.

Weird post for a weird week

This week is going to be an odd one. Maybe good, maybe bad. On wednesday I start training for front desk at the motel, so that will be a little nerve racking. I have to get up at six in the morning to be there at seven. No more sleeping well for Amanda. Especially when I start school because my weekends will no longer mean sleeping in until nine. Still, I didn't want to turn down the offer of trying something different.. no matter how much I dislike customer service. I get along with the manager ( Iesha..sp?) really well and she thinks I would be good at it, so what the heck right? Her grandpa recently passed away though, so I don't know if my training will be put off. Also, I am probably going back up to Viamede Resort for the weekend to see some pals since I randomly discovered I have Sat/Sun off. I spoke to Donna and Kelly today and they told me it has been nuts up there! Appearently, everyone is sleeping with everyone. Girls are getting is fist fights and drunkenly throwing things out windows in jelousy, as well as quitting their jobs. I'm proud of Kelly and Donna for staying away from all that drama, and just mocking them all. Girls can be SUCH idiots. The guys up there I found a little sleezy ( not all of them...a couple were very nice) and they are just looking for an easy lay. Have fun ladies...I prefere to not dip my toe into the STD pool. Whatever, my broken finger saved me from all that shit I guess, so it's not so bad that I had to quit. I still would have had more fun if I stayed there though. There was a good group of girls that hung out and we had fun. Yay, so this weekend I can see them as well as watch some bitch fights on the side! As for tomorrow....I'm still gunna be doing housekeeping so I told my friend Kait I would drink with her tonight. I'm thinkin pub....and then I'm thinkin walk. Not too much for me though...YOU try scrubbin piss off a toilet seat when your hungover. Should I have started a new paragraph a while ago? This looks quite bulky. Oh well....fuck it. Hahahahahah aaaah Dave Chappelle. Right......so I'm rambling now. I'll write again soon. Peace.

Blogger is a pain/My encounters with the mentally challenged

Okay, I don't know what the hell is going on with my blog, but any pictures I try to put on here will not work. I better figure it out soon because this limits me a lot. Do I have to put only digital pics on? Is that easier?? I don't get it. Right, on to talking about something else for the time being. Well....I have dicked around with my college courses for over two years and I have picked yet another program to try. Behavioural Science Technology at George Brown College in Toronto. I have no idea how I got accepted but I am greatful. During this course I will have to deal a little bit with the mentally impaired as part of studying defects of the human brain. This worries me. I'm sorry, but these people scare me. I have had bad experiences with many as you'd say...retarded individuals. Is that politically correct?? Can I say that? Screw it I don't care, this is MY blog. I feel I have earned every right to be uncomfortable and freaked out when I'm near these people. I will explain to you why in three short and tramatizing stories. Hang on........my eyes hurt from the screen. Ugh my eyes really hurt! Oh yes, and it has come to my attention that this content can be offensive to some people. Let me state, I am not making fun of anyone who is mentally challenged. I am simply sharing my bad experiences and my views that have been shaped by those experiences. Stop reading this post now if you are sensitive on this topic. This IS a warning. Now, this is my blog and I can express myself however I see fit. That's the point of a blog.

The Tale Of Mary-Anne Who Ran With My Lunch Bag

It was grade 4 and I would step out of the portable into the sunshine. My lunch of peanut butter and jelly with an apple was in my hand locked in a zip-lock bag. I never saw it coming. She was fast for a fat girl with glasses. From around the corner Mary-Anne grabbed my lunch from my hand, and would run into the grassy field. She ran fast and she ran hard. I could never catch her. Eventually I would just stand and watch her dissapear down a hill. I don't know what it was that made her pick on me, but I just started to get used to this mean girl with down-syndrome stealing my lunch on a daily basis.

The Red-Headed Twins and The Gate Their Parents Should Lock

Again in grade 4, I would walk home by myself a short distance. I would have to pass by this house that never failed to have two red-headed twin boys with un-even eyes and distorted bodies, sitting on the front lawn. They would watch all the kids pass by their house on the way home from school. It was creepy but harmless enough I guess. I would dread seeing those boys, but this one day I was delighted to see they weren't there. I walked past the house just glancing over my shoulder for a second, and I saw something that still haunts my dreams. The boys WERE there. In the backyard, they must have been distracted and not noticed the students that day. But they noticed me. Through the crack of the open gate they saw me walk by, and they began to run at me from their backyard. The gate flew wide open and their arms flailed out with their oversized heads bobbing to keep up with their bodies. I screamed and ran of course, but thats all I remember.

The Boy That Went......"Qqquuek"

I was about 16 and I was walking down the hallway with my friend. We were walking to our next class when one of the "special needs" kids set loose down the same hall away from his care giver. He didn't run, he twitched and cocked his head to the side as he looked around. My friend immediatly went around him as soon as she had the chance, but it was too late for me. He was too close now and made eye contact. I lowered my eyes to the ground and tried to dodge past, but he came right up into my face and grabbed my arm. I looked into his un-focused eyes as he leaned in and went.." qqueek!" It's hard to spell out the exact noise but it kind of sounded like something a baby duck would do. No vocal chords were used, just a strange noise he made with his tounge/roof of his mouth. I smirked awkwardly and ran after my friend as she laughed. The care giver pulled him towards her and they went back down the hall. It was a very strange moment indeed.

So there you have it. I'm allowed to not like the mentally challenged at this point in time. They sense my fear. I'm going to have to get over it though. I just know this is how I'm going to die. An Autistic child will leap over my desk at me and jab a pen into my eye. Is that how you spell it? Autistic? Man I'm a bad speller. Anyways, no offence to anyone here. I am sure lots of them are wonderful and sweet. These are just my experiences so I have certain views. I gotta go to bed now. I'll write again when I figure out what the hell is wrong with my blog/computer. I need pictures damnit!!! Okay night.

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Pictures no more??

I'm very angry right now because I put a lot of effort into a post for today, but my pictures will not upload. What a crock! Is anyone else experiencing this? Well thats all I've got to say. If the pictures start to work, i'll put up the post asap. Peace.

Little irritations

This past week has been full of..........well nothing. At night I have been so tired, so basically my days have been work, nap, treadmill, and I did go to the zoo. I have wanted to go so bad because I love animals, but that place really is for the kiddies only now. I remembered it being so fun and exciting, and this is because my parents carried me on their shoulders all day and bought me ice cream. When you're walking on your sore feet in the hottest sun ever, trying to peer at a sleeping cat waaaaaaay in the distance over many children's heads, not so fun. In the words of Napoleon Dynomite......."GOD!!"

One day I hope to be a mother, but I have to say right now that I hate kids. It sounds horrible and cold but I really do. There is the odd one that is cute and polite but most of them I just want to throw against a tree trunk. I can't stand that they have to yell everything they say. Or how they look you right in the eyes while giving you the bluntest insult you will ever hear. Thank you little Alice, I do know I have a big zit on my nose today. I guess it's just the parents who need to know how to control them. There should be some mandatory course people have to complete to become parents because it sucks that anyone can have a kid. No wonder so many people grow up to be mental. My kids are going to be damn good ones. I'm gunna raise the hell outta those little buggers man. I'm just praying I don't end up with twins. Its like they share one brain and it freaks me out.

I know I'm ranting but that is what this post is about. I'm gunna keep going too. At work I can get so mad. It is for the dumbest shit too. I think I either need to take pills, or go to classes for some rage issues I have there because here is an example of what I get mad at. Okay, I'm a housekeeper at Motel 6. My job is very repetative, so I get into a zone like state after a while of cleaning and it makes me sort of mildly insane. When I come out into the hall to get something from my cart, people will be lingering in front of their room right out there in the hallway. I feel like they are watching me get stuff from the cart. First of all, why are you in the hall? Go into the room you payed for. Second, this hallway is small and you are making it crowded. Third, don't stop talking when I come out to get something from my cart. It's awkward. Fourth, why are you talking at all? I'm tired and I want peace and quiet when I clean. Go into your room to talk you fools. See? Weird huh? That happens often too. I have other things that bug me but that one it pretty strange because it doesn't make sense. One talking issue contradicts the other one. Meh, I don't care. Thats the way I want it.

My very first posting

Well, this may start out a little shaky.
This is my first posting and I have to get used to writing again. It's been quite a while since I've been in school so man oh man, look out. I have to keep in mind that if I make a silly mistake, people can see it. By the way, where is my profile? Don't I have to make one still? Geez, I am not one with technology. Okay.....I am going to state something right away to make sure anyone reading my blog knows what they are getting themselves into. Am I flattering myself? Is anyone going to read this? Okay anyways, I lead a very basic life. There it is. I have a basic life, but I feel that I am not a basic person. Does that make sense? I kind of like simplicity, but I want to have some sort of adventure or be a part of something really.........grand. Does anyone else feel that way? I don't know where to find this kind of experience, so I guess that is what my life will be. Searching for it. I think that is everyone's life though. Maybe some people get there and others don't. That scares me man. Forgive the language, but I don't want to end up doin shit. Yup, these are my thoughts. I guess that is what a blog is, so welcome to my mind. Don't be frightened child, it's going to be aaaaaaaalright.

Anywho, I spent half of the summer working at a resort by the Kawartha Lakes. I worked in housekeeping and it was hell. The job was brutal, but the actual living on site and meeting new people was fun. The house we all lived in was basically a shack, but I didn't mind it. It was funny. At night we would either a) veg in front of the tv because we were so damn tired, b) go into town, or c) hit up the Boat House on site. I had to quit right when we actually started going out at night when it was warmer. I broke me finger when I fell off a seadoo because the guy I was on with was trying to make me fall. Thanks a lot jackass, now I'm back at home working at my old job looking for something to pass the time. Nah, I'm okay though. My finger is mostly healed and I do like sleeping in my big bed in my own room. I could talk more about everything but this enty is getting pretty long. So I will leave you with some pictures I took there. I'll write again in a few days when i've gone to the zoo with my mother, and watched the Dave Chapelle while being intoxicated. You heard me.

This is me ( far left) with Melissa (left) Christine (right) and Andrea ( far right) at a cottage party

Whoops, look what Noah is holding to get ready for Donna's first time

Cory, kelly and a cup full of rum posing for the camera in Kelly's small but nicely decorated room

Me, Kelly, and Charlotte on the sweaty dance foor of VIBE. It was 80's night and that was the most fun I've ever had at a bar/club.