Wow, I can't believe it's been over a week since I've posted last. You know what they say.. When in Rome.. oh wait no.. that's not what they say at all. I'm not sure what I do with my time, but I seem to have very little free time. If I'm not out manouvering aroud on the muddy streets, I'm desperately trying to learn Russian or having Nikita terrorizing me by pulling my hair and throwing all my things around. It's cute you say?
Also, the internet in this country is complicating. You need an internet card.. and to get one you have to buy one.. and to buy one you have to talk to the person at the store.. you get the idea. Complications, complications and more complications.. but today, I went and bought an internet card. I'm sure there's some lame saying.. "complications are only opportunities in disguise" whatever.
I've had a bit of a cold/flu/culture shock/some strange type of Russian illness lately, which is quite annoying. I ate some liver and spinach for lunch today, and I figure that will cure me OR kill me. Time will tell I suppose.
Work is going okay. Not good. Just Ok. My "supervisor" who is actually another guy from our group.. and kind of took the role of supervisor just for the sake of it.. well he's kind of annoying. He thinks about everything for a long time, and he's kind of old fashioned.. he's very chivalrious.. (is that a word? polite to women..opens doors and stuff ya know) yet treats them like they're half retarded. Granted, sometimes I have acted half retarded, but I he doesn't know that. I'd rather open the door myself and be treated with some respect. I have to wait for him to tell me what to do.. so while I wait, I sit and try to teach another co-worker french. I think it's important.. for her to learn french.. and then I know from the way he looks at me that he secretly wants me to die. Also, he has the key to the office, and he comes 15 minutes late. If I come on time, which for some reason I have been, I have to wait outside. The only reason he got a key is because he's a boy. And therefore manly and responsible.
So I talked to Cheslav, our russian group supervisor, whose really cool and understanding. He reminds me of Frau McAllister (high school german teacher) and he told me that it'll be hard, but I have to deal with this right away or it'll turn into something much worse than it needs to be. He said that all kinds of people need feedback, because sometimes their attitudes (towards work, punctuality, oposite sex, etc) are just habitual and they don't understand why they might hurt other people. Feedback. Give him feedback. No problem. Next week, focus will be on Feedbacking.
A few days ago, Axana (Nikita's mom) came into my room while I was asleep. She woke me up by sitting on my bed and trying to kiss my cheek. She had drank some vodka and wanted me to go to the disco with her. I was not really in the mood for a disco, so I tried to decline.. I was a bit annoyed, not cause i wanted to be, but because it's just natural instinct to be kind of pissed off when Mrs. Vodkabreath is sitting on me while I'm trying to sleep. So she asks me to teach her some english swear words. It was funny, cause I seemed to have an abundance at the tip of my tongue.
"screw off and get the F*ck out of my f*cking room you stupid idiot" I saw it as a good way to express emotion, she saw it as a learning experience. She said she'd leave me alone if I would smoke a cigarette with her. So I did it. And then went to sleep. This was also another bonding experience I think. Seeing people when they are most vulnerable, they can't really hide as much as they normally do. She's pretty cool.
In the mean time, I've been learning alot from Val, my bro (check out the pic) He taught me that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. He said this while wearing slippers with playboy bunnies on them and drinking out of his super cool coffee mug (let me describe it. So on the cup there's a fisherman standing by a river fishing. And when you put something hot in the cup, a mermaid appears in the river and is giving the fisherman a blow job. It's called Angler's Glueck or Fisherman's luck. Good way to start the day off.. with some hot tea or hot coffee. I don't really find it that funny. i guess I don't have a sense of humor.)
On the topic of "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," this place is a bit behind the times in terms of.. attitudes..towards..cough..women.. Men never shake hands with women. If there's a group of people, men and women, the men will say hi and shake hands only with the men. Handshaking is just a guy thing.. like fishing I guess.. I dunno..
Regardless of who the woman is or what she does or how much money she has or who she's married to or how well she cooks.. no hand shaking. end of story. That was a bit of a shocker for me. It's not necessarily a disrespectful thing, just a thing. different attitude.. we had the same thing in Canada awhile back.. 1954..some of you might remember. (sorry I don't mean to be venting here or offending any Russians, I just have to get this "culture shock" issue off my chest)
One other cultural difference I'll bore you with. duh duh duh.. TIME is NOT IMPORTANT here. Earlier, I noted that my supervisor comes late.. it's not a problem. Others come to work an hour late and it's not a problem. I'm not saying that everybody is lazy and unproductive. They just don't place the same value on time as we do. Cheslav told me a saying.."an american will come 10min. early, a german bang on time, japanese 10 minutes late, Italian an hour late a bit tipsy and a russian won't come at all and won't call to cancel. Yeah, this is a stereotype for sure, but stereotypes are based on truths. You're supposed to meet somebody at a certain time and they show up an hour late. No apologies, no lame excuses (like we make in Canada) they just sit and act like nothing happened. I found this a bit annoying, cause it's like they have no respect for your time. But in a way, it's cool.. cause I've been late in the past, in Canada for example. Turns out I was never late, I was just in the wrong country. Once you catch on, you learn to be late for things. When in Rome...
I've signed up to be a witch in a Russian children's halloween play, so I'm pretty excited about that. I get to carry an umbrella and dance like a witch. Should be a nice balance of fun and humiliating. I'm excited for the weekend and for my flu disappear.. when in Rome..!!??
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
CHECK OUT THE BOTTOM OF THIS PAGE (WITCH)
OKay, I figured out how to make links, but unfortunately I only know how to put them at the very bottom of the page. so check them out already. way at the bottom. keep going. by the way these people are some of my very favourites and they very cool and you can learn alot from them.
peace and love
peace and love
Monday, October 18, 2004
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Greenwitch time
HA! I just finished my first weekend at my new house. Entirely enjoyable. (just thought I'd throw in some alliteration there to keep you all on your toes) Saturday we hosted a party at our house. My brother wanted to meet the crew and compare our group to his group last year. We all drank way too much vodka and cheap beer and by 8:30pm, we were a little "piani" as the Russians would say. I guess maybe next time we should start later or drink slower or drink less or find vodka that isn't $5 a bottle so we'll have a reason to slow down or drink less. We did some quality dancing, as the party took place in our garage. Even Nikita (my one and a half year old brother)was dancing. So cute. He was cute the whole night, except when he spit up chocolate cake into his cup.. i think that's a russian thing. or a baby thing. whatever.
Before the party, I was having a conversation with my "sister" who is also Nikita's mom. She's about 23 I think. When I say having a conversation, I mean she was talking and laughing and I was smiling and noding and throwing random russian words that I can remember. regardless of whether or not they make any sense in that context. or in any context for that matter.
So before I knew it, I was in her bedroom with a brush and bobby pins, mascara and hairspray and I was doing her hair and make-up. Without any words, I managed to inadvertently convince her that I could do her hair and make-up. She wanted it done up, cause she was heading out on the town. I learned that day that hair styling and make-up defy all culture barriers. Later she told me (via a translator) that we could be friends even though she never understands anything I say. Then she asked me if I wanted to smoke opium with her. She was joking, but this tells me that she has a sense of humor, and that the russian word for opium is the same as the english word for opium. Which I think is good to know.
I have to say I enjoyed this bonding moment with her, and it makes me want to learn some more russian words so I can surprise her with something really smart like "nice weather we're having, don't you think?" "are you up for some more opium smoking?"
Today the whole crew went out for a bbq to the Baltic Sea. It was so windy on the beach you could hardly stand up. And you couldn't hear what anybody was saying because the waves were too loud. good fun. We made a fire in the forest area and ate some russian meat. and all in all, it felt really good to get some fresh air. Max(a participant from quebec) tried to teach me Chinese on the way back, so now I've reached my weekend academic quota too. hen ho ma. Shanghai. Beijing. (He's a terrible teacher btw.)
Tomorrow I start my new job. 9:30am. Should be fun. I don't think fun is the word I'm looking for. Those of you who have or have had jobs I think can relate to whatever the word is that I might be thinking of. Not necessarily a negative word, just something other than "fun."
The only thing I'm not enjoying very much is that people drive like lunatics here. Pedestrian signs don't really mean anything and there's no lanes drawn on the roads so the cars just weave in and out wherever they see fit. Add in some trams and trolley busses and you've got traffic terror (yet another alliteration i should really be a poet) So whenever I cross the street, I start singing "die young stay pretty" It helps me cope.
I talked to JENN and my mom and Dad and brother today (for the first time), and that felt really good. Thanks for being home, guys.
My address here is
TELMANA 44a
20036008
KALININGRAD, Russia
no bombs please, unless it's lip balm.
Before the party, I was having a conversation with my "sister" who is also Nikita's mom. She's about 23 I think. When I say having a conversation, I mean she was talking and laughing and I was smiling and noding and throwing random russian words that I can remember. regardless of whether or not they make any sense in that context. or in any context for that matter.
So before I knew it, I was in her bedroom with a brush and bobby pins, mascara and hairspray and I was doing her hair and make-up. Without any words, I managed to inadvertently convince her that I could do her hair and make-up. She wanted it done up, cause she was heading out on the town. I learned that day that hair styling and make-up defy all culture barriers. Later she told me (via a translator) that we could be friends even though she never understands anything I say. Then she asked me if I wanted to smoke opium with her. She was joking, but this tells me that she has a sense of humor, and that the russian word for opium is the same as the english word for opium. Which I think is good to know.
I have to say I enjoyed this bonding moment with her, and it makes me want to learn some more russian words so I can surprise her with something really smart like "nice weather we're having, don't you think?" "are you up for some more opium smoking?"
Today the whole crew went out for a bbq to the Baltic Sea. It was so windy on the beach you could hardly stand up. And you couldn't hear what anybody was saying because the waves were too loud. good fun. We made a fire in the forest area and ate some russian meat. and all in all, it felt really good to get some fresh air. Max(a participant from quebec) tried to teach me Chinese on the way back, so now I've reached my weekend academic quota too. hen ho ma. Shanghai. Beijing. (He's a terrible teacher btw.)
Tomorrow I start my new job. 9:30am. Should be fun. I don't think fun is the word I'm looking for. Those of you who have or have had jobs I think can relate to whatever the word is that I might be thinking of. Not necessarily a negative word, just something other than "fun."
The only thing I'm not enjoying very much is that people drive like lunatics here. Pedestrian signs don't really mean anything and there's no lanes drawn on the roads so the cars just weave in and out wherever they see fit. Add in some trams and trolley busses and you've got traffic terror (yet another alliteration i should really be a poet) So whenever I cross the street, I start singing "die young stay pretty" It helps me cope.
I talked to JENN and my mom and Dad and brother today (for the first time), and that felt really good. Thanks for being home, guys.
My address here is
TELMANA 44a
20036008
KALININGRAD, Russia
no bombs please, unless it's lip balm.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
BLACK MAGIC BLACK MAGIC
Today I get to go to meet my work placement people. I'm working in the BIDA office, and BIDA happens to be the organization that also organizes (to sound especially repetitive cause organizations organize organizational organizing organs) this program. Baltic International Development Association. Acronyms are gay.
The founder (IGOR) copied CIDA (Canadian International Development Association) except one is like a thousand people and this one is six people. I'm supposed to build them a webpage, which is pretty awesome cause I have alot of experience doing that. OH WAIT I'M THINKING OF SOMEBODY ELSE. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING.
My luggage finally arrived. I went to the airport with my boss (IGOR) who is also the supervisor of the program.. and we picked it up. The guy working there tried to convince me that it wasn't my luggage and I wanted to kick him in the face. Eventually he let me take it. Who else tries to duct tape their bag so it won't burst open and then runs out of duct tape 3/4 of the way around??
Igor told me some great stories.. He was in Toronto once on Jonge street and he decided he wanted to find big black drug dealers so they could teach him slang.. so he asked around for the "ghetto" and was eventually pointed to some guys standing around a fire and he went up to them and said, "Yo wuzzup bro?" Not, "what's up", but "wuzzup". So these guys just starting laughing hystirically. Igor explained his attemps at learning slang. They cut him some slack, probably cause Igor was dressed in a suit and had a Russian accent. People always tell him that this is the stupidest thing he's ever done, but I think it's kinda cool. Hilarious. and cool.
My "brother" Val the other evening took us out to 2 bars and then to smoke a water bong and then to smoke some Lotus leaves. He seems very eager to keep us entertained. Works for me. And Galya.
The honeymoon phase of culture shock seems to be slowly dying.. and I'm getting into the "I hate not understanding anything and feeling scared and lost and out of place and missing home phase" which is painful, but seems to be inevitable and hopefully short.
The founder (IGOR) copied CIDA (Canadian International Development Association) except one is like a thousand people and this one is six people. I'm supposed to build them a webpage, which is pretty awesome cause I have alot of experience doing that. OH WAIT I'M THINKING OF SOMEBODY ELSE. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING.
My luggage finally arrived. I went to the airport with my boss (IGOR) who is also the supervisor of the program.. and we picked it up. The guy working there tried to convince me that it wasn't my luggage and I wanted to kick him in the face. Eventually he let me take it. Who else tries to duct tape their bag so it won't burst open and then runs out of duct tape 3/4 of the way around??
Igor told me some great stories.. He was in Toronto once on Jonge street and he decided he wanted to find big black drug dealers so they could teach him slang.. so he asked around for the "ghetto" and was eventually pointed to some guys standing around a fire and he went up to them and said, "Yo wuzzup bro?" Not, "what's up", but "wuzzup". So these guys just starting laughing hystirically. Igor explained his attemps at learning slang. They cut him some slack, probably cause Igor was dressed in a suit and had a Russian accent. People always tell him that this is the stupidest thing he's ever done, but I think it's kinda cool. Hilarious. and cool.
My "brother" Val the other evening took us out to 2 bars and then to smoke a water bong and then to smoke some Lotus leaves. He seems very eager to keep us entertained. Works for me. And Galya.
The honeymoon phase of culture shock seems to be slowly dying.. and I'm getting into the "I hate not understanding anything and feeling scared and lost and out of place and missing home phase" which is painful, but seems to be inevitable and hopefully short.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Witches
You'll never believe this, but I am still alive and well..
The flight over was pretty painless, except for that I tried to bring barber scissors on the plane with me cause I didn't realize they were in my bag and.. the lady working there just about had a heart attack. She glared at me and said, "did you know you have a pair of barber scissors in your carry on?" I actually brought them on purpose just to spice up her day.
So we get to the airport in Lithuania.. and I waited and waited but my luggage just never came. Everybody elses did.. but mine somehow got lost. Both of them. At the time, I didn't really care. Stressing out about it wouldn't solve anything. And they said they would deliver it in a day. But as of today it's been a week and I'm starting to get pissed off. Apparantly that airline doesn't fly to Kaliningrad, so it'll have to go on a different airline.. and I want to call and yell, but they wouldn't understand me cause they don't speak no english. If I don't get it soon I'm going to cry.
On the drive from the airport to the camp, there's trees on both side of the highway, and there's no shoulders. Apparantly, the nazi's thought this one up. It's a little bit dangerous, because if you aren't paying very close to the road, you'll ram into a tree and probably die. So the drew white stripes on all the trees, and the headlights kind of light up the stripes. and it looks really crazy at night with all these white stripes everywhere. Kind of "alice and wonderlandish". They should name a band after these stripes or something.
We had to cross the Lithuanian border into Russia which was pretty freaky. It took 2 hours, cause apparantly we had all the wrong papers. But in my Visa, they wrote my name in Russian , which is AMN TEPEZA MNRP. Which is pretty fucking cool. This makes up for the army clothes and the not understanding what the hell was going on for 2 hours.
I have been at Orientation camp for the past week which was in a Zldaviningrask or some other name that I cant even try to spell. No internet access, but there was a place where you could use the phone and send telegrams. Which was handy, cause I like to send alot of telegrams. No sorry that was a mean thing to say. I was tempted to wake up my parents at 3 am, but I decided against it. We're ten hours ahead of you guys. Advanced, if you will.
This town was secluded, but beautiful. Right on the coast of the Baltic Sea.
We stayed at this hotel, but I use the term hotel very loosely. There was occasionally no water at all, and rarely hot water. And the water we did have we couldn't drink because of an Hepatitis A problem. So that was a little shocking to hear that water can make you sick in so many ways..i thought we had it bad..
there was a kitchen, but they had 2 dishes in the whole thing. And the tiles were all off on floor and the bathroms smelled so rank..ew. There were some old guys living there. They were drunk .. often, and one spoke english, so he latched on the one of guys in the group who did vodka shots with him. This guy made the equivalent of $5 a month on a pension. It's kind of a slap in the face to see this country and how people deal with the cards they've been given.. so to speak. What's funny is despite how poor people are, they still wear amazing clothes. They walk to the store and they look like they're going for a job interview. We're such slobs.. ;)
Our group is pretty cool. This one guy, Max, decided that I am witch and he keeps trying to light me on fire, cause apparantly he doesn't like witches. Yesterday he thought we should make a campfire on the beach.. and he was measuring me to see how big my casket should be.. fun times.. unless you're a witch..
We got our Russian counterparts finally. I got the one I wanted, so that's cool. Her name is Galya, and she seems like quite a gal. She's from the Ural mountains and her english is pretty good. From what I can tell, she likes history, fashion, boys, singing and dancing. Seems like a good combo..
We got into our families today, which I was a little nervous about. (little = alot)
Galya and I are the only ones from the group living in a house, one of the only ones with a car and internet access, and a dishwasher and a washing machine. We even have a sauna, dusch and a urinal in the bathroom. there's 9 people in total that live in the house. 4 generations. Babooshka, 2 parents, 2 kids who are grown up, one's wife, their baby, one Russian girl named Galya and some wacky CAnadian chick. One of my "brothers" did the program last year. I've been warned he thinks he's a Casanova. key word = thinks. It should be a good family all in all.
Well there's so many things I want to tell you all about. I will post my adress once i figure it out. I miss you all a ton. Like actually one metric ton.
well, I gotta go explore the city now, and meet the rest of my massive family.
The flight over was pretty painless, except for that I tried to bring barber scissors on the plane with me cause I didn't realize they were in my bag and.. the lady working there just about had a heart attack. She glared at me and said, "did you know you have a pair of barber scissors in your carry on?" I actually brought them on purpose just to spice up her day.
So we get to the airport in Lithuania.. and I waited and waited but my luggage just never came. Everybody elses did.. but mine somehow got lost. Both of them. At the time, I didn't really care. Stressing out about it wouldn't solve anything. And they said they would deliver it in a day. But as of today it's been a week and I'm starting to get pissed off. Apparantly that airline doesn't fly to Kaliningrad, so it'll have to go on a different airline.. and I want to call and yell, but they wouldn't understand me cause they don't speak no english. If I don't get it soon I'm going to cry.
On the drive from the airport to the camp, there's trees on both side of the highway, and there's no shoulders. Apparantly, the nazi's thought this one up. It's a little bit dangerous, because if you aren't paying very close to the road, you'll ram into a tree and probably die. So the drew white stripes on all the trees, and the headlights kind of light up the stripes. and it looks really crazy at night with all these white stripes everywhere. Kind of "alice and wonderlandish". They should name a band after these stripes or something.
We had to cross the Lithuanian border into Russia which was pretty freaky. It took 2 hours, cause apparantly we had all the wrong papers. But in my Visa, they wrote my name in Russian , which is AMN TEPEZA MNRP. Which is pretty fucking cool. This makes up for the army clothes and the not understanding what the hell was going on for 2 hours.
I have been at Orientation camp for the past week which was in a Zldaviningrask or some other name that I cant even try to spell. No internet access, but there was a place where you could use the phone and send telegrams. Which was handy, cause I like to send alot of telegrams. No sorry that was a mean thing to say. I was tempted to wake up my parents at 3 am, but I decided against it. We're ten hours ahead of you guys. Advanced, if you will.
This town was secluded, but beautiful. Right on the coast of the Baltic Sea.
We stayed at this hotel, but I use the term hotel very loosely. There was occasionally no water at all, and rarely hot water. And the water we did have we couldn't drink because of an Hepatitis A problem. So that was a little shocking to hear that water can make you sick in so many ways..i thought we had it bad..
there was a kitchen, but they had 2 dishes in the whole thing. And the tiles were all off on floor and the bathroms smelled so rank..ew. There were some old guys living there. They were drunk .. often, and one spoke english, so he latched on the one of guys in the group who did vodka shots with him. This guy made the equivalent of $5 a month on a pension. It's kind of a slap in the face to see this country and how people deal with the cards they've been given.. so to speak. What's funny is despite how poor people are, they still wear amazing clothes. They walk to the store and they look like they're going for a job interview. We're such slobs.. ;)
Our group is pretty cool. This one guy, Max, decided that I am witch and he keeps trying to light me on fire, cause apparantly he doesn't like witches. Yesterday he thought we should make a campfire on the beach.. and he was measuring me to see how big my casket should be.. fun times.. unless you're a witch..
We got our Russian counterparts finally. I got the one I wanted, so that's cool. Her name is Galya, and she seems like quite a gal. She's from the Ural mountains and her english is pretty good. From what I can tell, she likes history, fashion, boys, singing and dancing. Seems like a good combo..
We got into our families today, which I was a little nervous about. (little = alot)
Galya and I are the only ones from the group living in a house, one of the only ones with a car and internet access, and a dishwasher and a washing machine. We even have a sauna, dusch and a urinal in the bathroom. there's 9 people in total that live in the house. 4 generations. Babooshka, 2 parents, 2 kids who are grown up, one's wife, their baby, one Russian girl named Galya and some wacky CAnadian chick. One of my "brothers" did the program last year. I've been warned he thinks he's a Casanova. key word = thinks. It should be a good family all in all.
Well there's so many things I want to tell you all about. I will post my adress once i figure it out. I miss you all a ton. Like actually one metric ton.
well, I gotta go explore the city now, and meet the rest of my massive family.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
We fly out tomorrow. I'm getting butterflies. But these butterflies are mean.
I feel like I have tons of things to do, when really I don't, it's just 2 big things that I'm paranoid about forgetting.
Did anybody know that grocery stores aren't open on Sundays in Halifax? Why didn't you tell me?
I went swimming oh what a great time that was.. I had the whole pool to myself I guess nobody in this city swims?! I guess they are all crazy. So after my swimming adventure I feel much more confident as embark on my journey to save the world.
We had an awesome session yesterday afternoon with 2 people who have done the program. (one of the ladies is "best friends" with the Russian organization head and she's been there like 5 times so she knew her stuff like it was nobodys business)
So my fears are pretty much calmed and I'm ready to get the show on the road. I'm debating whether I need more cd's before I go.. for example.. I lost my Garden State Soundtrack (apparantly I left it at the library in Edmonton!?) so if anybody wants a Garden State Soundtrack they can just go to the library and say they're me and they'll get one oh what a great time that would be. I hope you enjoy it!
I feel like I have tons of things to do, when really I don't, it's just 2 big things that I'm paranoid about forgetting.
Did anybody know that grocery stores aren't open on Sundays in Halifax? Why didn't you tell me?
I went swimming oh what a great time that was.. I had the whole pool to myself I guess nobody in this city swims?! I guess they are all crazy. So after my swimming adventure I feel much more confident as embark on my journey to save the world.
We had an awesome session yesterday afternoon with 2 people who have done the program. (one of the ladies is "best friends" with the Russian organization head and she's been there like 5 times so she knew her stuff like it was nobodys business)
So my fears are pretty much calmed and I'm ready to get the show on the road. I'm debating whether I need more cd's before I go.. for example.. I lost my Garden State Soundtrack (apparantly I left it at the library in Edmonton!?) so if anybody wants a Garden State Soundtrack they can just go to the library and say they're me and they'll get one oh what a great time that would be. I hope you enjoy it!
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Lunch Break Down
I'm so impressed. Lena told me 2 yrs. ago while we were in Halifax about the library and how it offers free internet and such. Turns out I still have a membership at this library! hip hop hooray!
I've been learning some interesting things in the last hour:
- It was the Germans that started the first youth hostel. I love the Germans. (the part about loving them I knew already)
- The legal drinking age in Russia is 22. Turns out I'm the only one in the group who is under 22. I'll just sit at home with my homemade absynth I guess...
The other 6 people in our group seem like an interesting bunch. I'll be forced to hang out with them ALL THE TIME so that's kind of a relief.
We went out for some Alexander Keith's last night because those who like it like it alot. (we were at a pub that was 2 blocks away from the brewery. Nobody was as excited as me about this)
Apparantly the bus ride from the airport in Vilnius, Lithuania to Kaliningrad is 11 hrs. I'm assuming the bus will be top quality with four lane freshly paved spacious highways...
I'm glad I brought 60 cds and have brought 3 more since I've gotten to Halifax. I had a nightmare last night that my discman broke. Maybe I'll buy an extra one just in case.
I'm gonna grab some Halgonian foods and header on back.
I've been learning some interesting things in the last hour:
- It was the Germans that started the first youth hostel. I love the Germans. (the part about loving them I knew already)
- The legal drinking age in Russia is 22. Turns out I'm the only one in the group who is under 22. I'll just sit at home with my homemade absynth I guess...
The other 6 people in our group seem like an interesting bunch. I'll be forced to hang out with them ALL THE TIME so that's kind of a relief.
We went out for some Alexander Keith's last night because those who like it like it alot. (we were at a pub that was 2 blocks away from the brewery. Nobody was as excited as me about this)
Apparantly the bus ride from the airport in Vilnius, Lithuania to Kaliningrad is 11 hrs. I'm assuming the bus will be top quality with four lane freshly paved spacious highways...
I'm glad I brought 60 cds and have brought 3 more since I've gotten to Halifax. I had a nightmare last night that my discman broke. Maybe I'll buy an extra one just in case.
I'm gonna grab some Halgonian foods and header on back.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
(Forever) Live and Die
I just got into Halifax. This city is as awesome as I remember. Like Vancouver for obvious reasons, but replace Starbucks with Tim Hortons and replace heroin addicts with fishermen. Something like that.
I met one of the Canada World youth workers and he seemed pretty cool and I'm feeling good about what I've managed to get myself into. He gave me some money and dared me to stop in to the Canada World youth office cause he has some work for me to do. yikes. And he had new sunglasses with orange lenses. which give him superpowers or something.. I wasn't really paying attention.
Anyways, this internet cafe is on Blowers Street. I can't think about it without laughing. maybe I am a 14 yr. old boy trapped in a 20yr old girls body.. or maybe I'm tired. Or maybe both.
I think I'll head back to the hostel and see if I can get some rest. Or seee if there's any potential single serving friends kicking around. Or practice waiting in line.
Tomorrow I get to hang around the city by myself for the entire day. I'm not sure why I came a day earlier then everybody else. Maybe they drew my name out of hat or something.. probably a big furry hat.
I met one of the Canada World youth workers and he seemed pretty cool and I'm feeling good about what I've managed to get myself into. He gave me some money and dared me to stop in to the Canada World youth office cause he has some work for me to do. yikes. And he had new sunglasses with orange lenses. which give him superpowers or something.. I wasn't really paying attention.
Anyways, this internet cafe is on Blowers Street. I can't think about it without laughing. maybe I am a 14 yr. old boy trapped in a 20yr old girls body.. or maybe I'm tired. Or maybe both.
I think I'll head back to the hostel and see if I can get some rest. Or seee if there's any potential single serving friends kicking around. Or practice waiting in line.
Tomorrow I get to hang around the city by myself for the entire day. I'm not sure why I came a day earlier then everybody else. Maybe they drew my name out of hat or something.. probably a big furry hat.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
living like it's the last night on earth.. or something..
Sorry for the lag in the blog updates. My parents internet is out of order, so I was cut off from the world for awhile. AHHH. cut it out.
First I would like to apologize to anybody who I offended with my out of control drunkeness on Saturday. From what I remember, I had a really fun time. And judging from the pictures, even the parts I don't remember looked kinda fun too. (where did that container of vaseline come from??) Last thing I remember was wishing I had 3 hands instead of 2 so I could hold 2 Heinekens AND do a shot of Jägermeister AT THE SAME TIME. I think that reason exactly is why humans only have 2 hands. It's a safety feature. Like in cars.
I was super happy to see lots of yous out. It makes it a little hard to leave seeing you all out rockin' and rollin', chillin' and killin' and whatnot.. hey man is that your car? Its nice. Is it new? or is it an old one I haven't seen?
Sunday was Christmas ( I got a camera YEE HAW) and my dad, aka Jesus' birthday. Jesus turned 53. And that only happens once in a lifetime, so we went out for dinner with my entire family plus one extra, namely Daniel's girlfriend. She managed to squeeze her way in to a steak dinner somehow... what a weasle.
So after a lovelee dinner.. as we're getting ready to leave, Daniel says, "Let's make like Tom and Cruise" and then Jesse replies, "let's make like a banana and split" and then Corey (the youngest) says "You guys are stupider than a screen door on a submarine" (he may be young, but he does have a point.) As always, I could't help but laugh at their stupid bantering shananigan give us 5 minutes and we'll get us kicked out of ANY restaurant ways..
Suddenly, out of nowhere, my mother yells out.. as she finished her 2nd glass of wine, "Let's make like Paul Coffey and GET THE PUCK OUT OF HERE" (the capital letters indicates that my mother slightly raised her voice, enough for other tables around to take notice of the borderline vulgarity of her expression)
I used to think my mother was so innocent and naive, and now I'm forced to believe that she can whip out puns as if she invented the puckin' things.
Monday I hung out with my dad. He's having some eye problems, so we went to see 3 different doctor dudes. One of them put these eye drops in which dilated his pupils, making him look like he just dropped a couple hits of Ecstacy and/or acid. Or maybe he did some ecstacy while he was in the doctors office you just never know. We went to get his license renewed, and the lady at the registry place gave him the most skeptical look when he told her he wanted to renew his license. She pulled him aside and asked for 2 extra pieces of ID. Then, she got some co-workers to come check him out. Eventually, my dad looked in the mirror and realized his striking resemblance to a candy flipping hippy raver wacked out on a Monday afternoon. He explained the situation. Eventually the lady believed his story and gave him his license. And a sucker. She even gave me a sucker. What a gal. So the moral of the story is, if you're even dropping acid and ecstacy on a Monday afternoon and you need to get your license renewed, just say you got some special drops put in your eyes.. works like a charm. Who said parents don't teach yas anything useful??
Goodbyes are really fun! (read: not fun at all) My favourite part was how people react to somebody crying on the bus. Approximately half ignore it, and the other half just STARE. it's kinda creepy actually..
I think I'm beginning to understand why people don't undertake so many ridiculous overseas adventures as they get older. It's kinda tough putting your life into a little cubby hole (like in Kindergarden where you keep your outdoor shoes and your indoor shoes) and eventually coming back to it. Having left it unattended for 6 months, some shoe thieves could have snuck in during nap time and cut your shoes up and used it to bury in the sandbox. Or it could be perfectly intact. Risky Business. Tough on the old heart strings. But I'm forced to remind myself of a song by Elton John called "crocodile rock" and then I know that everything will be alright.
Tomorrow I'm off the HALIFAX. In the AM. Which is like my name, but without a Y.
First I would like to apologize to anybody who I offended with my out of control drunkeness on Saturday. From what I remember, I had a really fun time. And judging from the pictures, even the parts I don't remember looked kinda fun too. (where did that container of vaseline come from??) Last thing I remember was wishing I had 3 hands instead of 2 so I could hold 2 Heinekens AND do a shot of Jägermeister AT THE SAME TIME. I think that reason exactly is why humans only have 2 hands. It's a safety feature. Like in cars.
I was super happy to see lots of yous out. It makes it a little hard to leave seeing you all out rockin' and rollin', chillin' and killin' and whatnot.. hey man is that your car? Its nice. Is it new? or is it an old one I haven't seen?
Sunday was Christmas ( I got a camera YEE HAW) and my dad, aka Jesus' birthday. Jesus turned 53. And that only happens once in a lifetime, so we went out for dinner with my entire family plus one extra, namely Daniel's girlfriend. She managed to squeeze her way in to a steak dinner somehow... what a weasle.
So after a lovelee dinner.. as we're getting ready to leave, Daniel says, "Let's make like Tom and Cruise" and then Jesse replies, "let's make like a banana and split" and then Corey (the youngest) says "You guys are stupider than a screen door on a submarine" (he may be young, but he does have a point.) As always, I could't help but laugh at their stupid bantering shananigan give us 5 minutes and we'll get us kicked out of ANY restaurant ways..
Suddenly, out of nowhere, my mother yells out.. as she finished her 2nd glass of wine, "Let's make like Paul Coffey and GET THE PUCK OUT OF HERE" (the capital letters indicates that my mother slightly raised her voice, enough for other tables around to take notice of the borderline vulgarity of her expression)
I used to think my mother was so innocent and naive, and now I'm forced to believe that she can whip out puns as if she invented the puckin' things.
Monday I hung out with my dad. He's having some eye problems, so we went to see 3 different doctor dudes. One of them put these eye drops in which dilated his pupils, making him look like he just dropped a couple hits of Ecstacy and/or acid. Or maybe he did some ecstacy while he was in the doctors office you just never know. We went to get his license renewed, and the lady at the registry place gave him the most skeptical look when he told her he wanted to renew his license. She pulled him aside and asked for 2 extra pieces of ID. Then, she got some co-workers to come check him out. Eventually, my dad looked in the mirror and realized his striking resemblance to a candy flipping hippy raver wacked out on a Monday afternoon. He explained the situation. Eventually the lady believed his story and gave him his license. And a sucker. She even gave me a sucker. What a gal. So the moral of the story is, if you're even dropping acid and ecstacy on a Monday afternoon and you need to get your license renewed, just say you got some special drops put in your eyes.. works like a charm. Who said parents don't teach yas anything useful??
Goodbyes are really fun! (read: not fun at all) My favourite part was how people react to somebody crying on the bus. Approximately half ignore it, and the other half just STARE. it's kinda creepy actually..
I think I'm beginning to understand why people don't undertake so many ridiculous overseas adventures as they get older. It's kinda tough putting your life into a little cubby hole (like in Kindergarden where you keep your outdoor shoes and your indoor shoes) and eventually coming back to it. Having left it unattended for 6 months, some shoe thieves could have snuck in during nap time and cut your shoes up and used it to bury in the sandbox. Or it could be perfectly intact. Risky Business. Tough on the old heart strings. But I'm forced to remind myself of a song by Elton John called "crocodile rock" and then I know that everything will be alright.
Tomorrow I'm off the HALIFAX. In the AM. Which is like my name, but without a Y.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Ode to Barrie aka Barbie G
As the days to my departure draw near I am reminded of an old saying, "pass the salad". I am not sure that that applies but I am sure that we all feel the same way about salad and possibly salsa, like the chips not dancing. On the same note I got to see my dear friend Barrie yesterday and seriously she is a dear, we went to a place not far from here, it is a magical place with rainbows and little people, we sang oh how we sang, into the night we sang-you could hear our voices rise in unison, and this is where we end.
Tonight is the night, what night you might ask and if you do ask I would say you are a retard, read the blog. Tonight we joing forces and prepare to take on our toughest challange yet...we call it operation sea otter. It begins at the black dog where our tacticle forces will be organizing the battle. I look upon tonight with a joyous yet saddened heart, I am excited to go to that place that I am going to but in the same breath I also note that I am sad to leave you all. So I think I will just get really drunk so I don't have to think about it or maybe I will just not go- so there, thats for not coming to my birthday, you thought I would forget didn't you, answer me, YOU THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET....well I got news for you chuckles I never forget. So when I am in Russia on my birthday- maybe I won't even be there- but I will think of you and laugh and laugh and laugh.
In closing as my dear friend Elton John once said, " I remember when rock was young, me and Suzie had so much fun holding hands and skippin stones had an old brown chevy and a place of my own...something something something...alligator"
Don't correct me. OR SIR ELTON its what he said.
Tonight is the night, what night you might ask and if you do ask I would say you are a retard, read the blog. Tonight we joing forces and prepare to take on our toughest challange yet...we call it operation sea otter. It begins at the black dog where our tacticle forces will be organizing the battle. I look upon tonight with a joyous yet saddened heart, I am excited to go to that place that I am going to but in the same breath I also note that I am sad to leave you all. So I think I will just get really drunk so I don't have to think about it or maybe I will just not go- so there, thats for not coming to my birthday, you thought I would forget didn't you, answer me, YOU THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET....well I got news for you chuckles I never forget. So when I am in Russia on my birthday- maybe I won't even be there- but I will think of you and laugh and laugh and laugh.
In closing as my dear friend Elton John once said, " I remember when rock was young, me and Suzie had so much fun holding hands and skippin stones had an old brown chevy and a place of my own...something something something...alligator"
Don't correct me. OR SIR ELTON its what he said.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Starwars Battlefront
Well I never thought the day would come where I would find myself at Crosshairs on a thrsday night at 10:30.The future is hard to predict.Because I have found myself here.
The decor is quite nice. The walls are painted a lovely shade of blue.. dark enough that it isn't childish, yet light enough that it's not too dingy.
Plus the art is amazing. There seems to be a "crosshair" theme throughout, which I honestly think the find patrons here do not appreciate enough. They have have couches, which look kinda comfy. I might even go sleep on one after I'm done this post.
Tomorrow is my second last day of work. I have a feeling it's gonna be awesome. Anna is taking over my computer once I leave, and I should probably organize everything before the official handover. I have renamed "Amy's heart drive" to "BBQ Masters wild at heart drive" And I changed my metal heart icon to a leopard printed heart icon. Anna has extensive BBQ experience, and therefore deserves the title of BBQ Master.
I need to also burn all the music on my computer onto cd's. So that should keep me nice and busy for most of the day. This would all be better if I could bring my computer with me. I've grown quite attached to it. I replaced the harddrive, I added more ram, and I've typed many many words on the little keyboard. I've accumulated a wonderful collection of icons and wallpapers. I suppose Anna will take good care of it once I'm gone.
Well, that's enough crosshair madness for one night I suppose. Is it really possible to have enough crosshair madness? Stay tuned.
The decor is quite nice. The walls are painted a lovely shade of blue.. dark enough that it isn't childish, yet light enough that it's not too dingy.
Plus the art is amazing. There seems to be a "crosshair" theme throughout, which I honestly think the find patrons here do not appreciate enough. They have have couches, which look kinda comfy. I might even go sleep on one after I'm done this post.
Tomorrow is my second last day of work. I have a feeling it's gonna be awesome. Anna is taking over my computer once I leave, and I should probably organize everything before the official handover. I have renamed "Amy's heart drive" to "BBQ Masters wild at heart drive" And I changed my metal heart icon to a leopard printed heart icon. Anna has extensive BBQ experience, and therefore deserves the title of BBQ Master.
I need to also burn all the music on my computer onto cd's. So that should keep me nice and busy for most of the day. This would all be better if I could bring my computer with me. I've grown quite attached to it. I replaced the harddrive, I added more ram, and I've typed many many words on the little keyboard. I've accumulated a wonderful collection of icons and wallpapers. I suppose Anna will take good care of it once I'm gone.
Well, that's enough crosshair madness for one night I suppose. Is it really possible to have enough crosshair madness? Stay tuned.
Professional Distortion
It's terrible.. I'm a total slacker! I didn't get into work until 9, which means I was an hour late. I stayed and hour late yesterday.. which should count for something.
I went to the Black Dog (but we've changed the name to Dead Dog) with Anna and her friend Allan. He's from Jasper and I've heards tons tons and more tons about him. And I finally got to meet him. He's as cool as I expected.
I have to say I'm a little worried, because it's lunchtime and Anna seems to be.. somewhere else that isn't here. By the time I left the Dead Dog she was complimenting me on my shirt alot..
No Anna? What's a girl to do? No Cecylia? She's not in for another hour. I am not impressed.
Tonight I'm going to see Shaun of the Dead (assuming we get there early enough and we can get a spot into the premiere) It's a comedy. And it's British. and it's got zombies in it? It has to be good. I'm not so sure about the zombie part, but I guess you can't go wrong with funny zombies Or can you? I'll get back to you on that one.
I've just found out, thanks to our team leader, Mr. Cooperation (that's what he called himself-I think that's a good sign- he's in charge of the 8 Canadians going to Kaliningrad-I've never met him, but I trust him already.. anybody who nicknames themselves Mr. Cooperation gets my stamp of approval) that there are many internet cafes in Kaliningrad. Isn't the internet cool? Now I can annoy everybody from abroad. What a relief.
I went to the Black Dog (but we've changed the name to Dead Dog) with Anna and her friend Allan. He's from Jasper and I've heards tons tons and more tons about him. And I finally got to meet him. He's as cool as I expected.
I have to say I'm a little worried, because it's lunchtime and Anna seems to be.. somewhere else that isn't here. By the time I left the Dead Dog she was complimenting me on my shirt alot..
No Anna? What's a girl to do? No Cecylia? She's not in for another hour. I am not impressed.
Tonight I'm going to see Shaun of the Dead (assuming we get there early enough and we can get a spot into the premiere) It's a comedy. And it's British. and it's got zombies in it? It has to be good. I'm not so sure about the zombie part, but I guess you can't go wrong with funny zombies Or can you? I'll get back to you on that one.
I've just found out, thanks to our team leader, Mr. Cooperation (that's what he called himself-I think that's a good sign- he's in charge of the 8 Canadians going to Kaliningrad-I've never met him, but I trust him already.. anybody who nicknames themselves Mr. Cooperation gets my stamp of approval) that there are many internet cafes in Kaliningrad. Isn't the internet cool? Now I can annoy everybody from abroad. What a relief.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
geek-vodka-bread-moustache-stomach-mobster situation
I have been accused of being a geek because I have a blog. I didn't realize that blogs and geeks were so closely linked. I always thought I was a geek (thanks to Lena, my witty friend from TO, who is really witty btw. She's also a geek) long before the beginning of my blogging adventures. I guess now it's official. To anyone who is thinking of starting a blog, beware!! cause it's a geeky thing to do!
On to more geeky topics..
Saturday I'm planning on hitting the Black Dog (with a baseball bat) (oh man, i am a geek cause I think that such stupid puns are actually funny) for some beer and such. Say goodbye to my friends. And the Black Dog. And Canadian beer. And Whyte Ave I guess. Then I'm hoping to convince some cool people that staying up all night is a good idea and head over to Y, because Hatiras, some house dj dude from TO (Hey Lena, do you know him? He has dark hair and is kinda tall and sometimes carries around records) is playing. Apparantly.
This type of occasion has alot of potential to be sad. On the bright side, beer in Russia, along with most other things, is cheap. It's true what they say..Vodka is ridiculously cheap. Unfortunately, whenever I drink vodka, I get a horrendous stomach ache..it kind of feels like the vodka is eating through my stomach. So maybe I'll pass on the vodka. Or maybe I'll carry around a stash of bread..(a moustache?) Apparantly they drink it at dinner. Shots of it. Maybe they eat bread for supper. If only I could be that lucky.. yeesh.. other people think they have problems? They obviously haven't encountered the vodka-stomach-bread-mobster situation. Not yet anyways.
On to more geeky topics..
Saturday I'm planning on hitting the Black Dog (with a baseball bat) (oh man, i am a geek cause I think that such stupid puns are actually funny) for some beer and such. Say goodbye to my friends. And the Black Dog. And Canadian beer. And Whyte Ave I guess. Then I'm hoping to convince some cool people that staying up all night is a good idea and head over to Y, because Hatiras, some house dj dude from TO (Hey Lena, do you know him? He has dark hair and is kinda tall and sometimes carries around records) is playing. Apparantly.
This type of occasion has alot of potential to be sad. On the bright side, beer in Russia, along with most other things, is cheap. It's true what they say..Vodka is ridiculously cheap. Unfortunately, whenever I drink vodka, I get a horrendous stomach ache..it kind of feels like the vodka is eating through my stomach. So maybe I'll pass on the vodka. Or maybe I'll carry around a stash of bread..(a moustache?) Apparantly they drink it at dinner. Shots of it. Maybe they eat bread for supper. If only I could be that lucky.. yeesh.. other people think they have problems? They obviously haven't encountered the vodka-stomach-bread-mobster situation. Not yet anyways.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
9 more sleeps! (I need to be more creative in the titles I think)
One small change was made to the settings of this thingy. Now anybody can post a comment, not just people with blogs. Doesn't mean you have to. But you can. If you happen to get a hanckering. How do you spell hanckering? Cause I spell it like this. Even if it's wrong. Especially if it's wrong.
Alot of new and exciting things are happening. I'll update you:
-I have managed to get a cold. My nose just suddenly started running. It was pretty crazy. (don't worry, I chased it down)
-My mom decided that we should celebrate Christmas on Sunday cause somebody won't be around for the ACTUAL Christmas, which is pretty cool. Christmas can never come too early. It's also my dad's birthday on Sunday. It'll be like a 2 in one. Maybe my mom secretly thinks my dad is Jesus..."ok kids.. christmas has been moved to your fathers birthday this year..and every year.."
-Our coffee machine at work seems to be having some difficulties. One pot now takes about 30 minutes instead of the usual 8 minutes (don't ask me how I know) and the coffee kind of tastes like it was made with tonic water and peat moss instead of water and coffee beans. This is a good sign. The timely breakdown of our coffee machine means my departure could not be at a better time. Feeling good about this. Only a few more days of peat moss tonic water beverage..mmm
Alot of new and exciting things are happening. I'll update you:
-I have managed to get a cold. My nose just suddenly started running. It was pretty crazy. (don't worry, I chased it down)
-My mom decided that we should celebrate Christmas on Sunday cause somebody won't be around for the ACTUAL Christmas, which is pretty cool. Christmas can never come too early. It's also my dad's birthday on Sunday. It'll be like a 2 in one. Maybe my mom secretly thinks my dad is Jesus..."ok kids.. christmas has been moved to your fathers birthday this year..and every year.."
-Our coffee machine at work seems to be having some difficulties. One pot now takes about 30 minutes instead of the usual 8 minutes (don't ask me how I know) and the coffee kind of tastes like it was made with tonic water and peat moss instead of water and coffee beans. This is a good sign. The timely breakdown of our coffee machine means my departure could not be at a better time. Feeling good about this. Only a few more days of peat moss tonic water beverage..mmm
Monday, September 20, 2004
10 Sleeps!
Well, this girl I know who is really cool started a blog. And I thought that I would copy her because that's what I do best.
So I'm leaving for 6 months. To Russia for the first 3. (PEI for the second half, but I'll ramble about that later)
Russia politically, not so much geographically. The place is called Kaliningrad (Калининград), and it used to be Königsberg, which was the capital of East Prussia, which was a province of Germany. It's between Lithuania and Poland. The history is amazing and complicated and tragic.
I didn't even know this place existed until I found out I was going there. I mean.. um .. I did extensive research and then decided this place was right for me..
I am in the process of learning Russian, which is very complicated. Калининград !! for example. My favourite cyrillic letter is definately the "d" sound, which is д, I think it looks like some type of insect. It's gonna just run out of the word any second and we'll be forced to say Kaliningra.. and it'll be trouble.. people will ask where the "d" sound went and I'll tell them it just ran away..with its little D-LEGS.
I was at Steve's housewarming party on Friday and I met a very cool girl from Russia. She tought me an important vulgar expression and now I feel much better about my lacking Russian skills. Quality, not quantity I suppose.
The closer I get to leaving, the more stressed out, excited and neurotic I'm getting. It seems that the most difficult things I've taken on seem to be the most worthwhile, so I guess difficulty is a good sign. The best analogy I've heard so far is that the worst case scenario will probably be like a bad hair cut. It's a mad panic and then after a couple days you adjust to the change. I'm sure everybody can relate to a bad hair cut, right? The hardest part will be saying bye.. to my stereo.. and my friends and family and my job. (starts sarcastic sobbing over the job)
So I'm leaving for 6 months. To Russia for the first 3. (PEI for the second half, but I'll ramble about that later)
Russia politically, not so much geographically. The place is called Kaliningrad (Калининград), and it used to be Königsberg, which was the capital of East Prussia, which was a province of Germany. It's between Lithuania and Poland. The history is amazing and complicated and tragic.
I didn't even know this place existed until I found out I was going there. I mean.. um .. I did extensive research and then decided this place was right for me..
I am in the process of learning Russian, which is very complicated. Калининград !! for example. My favourite cyrillic letter is definately the "d" sound, which is д, I think it looks like some type of insect. It's gonna just run out of the word any second and we'll be forced to say Kaliningra.. and it'll be trouble.. people will ask where the "d" sound went and I'll tell them it just ran away..with its little D-LEGS.
I was at Steve's housewarming party on Friday and I met a very cool girl from Russia. She tought me an important vulgar expression and now I feel much better about my lacking Russian skills. Quality, not quantity I suppose.
The closer I get to leaving, the more stressed out, excited and neurotic I'm getting. It seems that the most difficult things I've taken on seem to be the most worthwhile, so I guess difficulty is a good sign. The best analogy I've heard so far is that the worst case scenario will probably be like a bad hair cut. It's a mad panic and then after a couple days you adjust to the change. I'm sure everybody can relate to a bad hair cut, right? The hardest part will be saying bye.. to my stereo.. and my friends and family and my job. (starts sarcastic sobbing over the job)
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