48 and 4070

So I had my 48 hours off this weekend, which I spent at my eldest uncle`s apartment. I didn`t have an amazing time by any sorts, I much preferred my 48 that I spent last trimester in Toronto.

We did go to the Winter Carnival in Québec City, it was pretty cool, snow sculptures and giant ice castles and the such.

My uncle is a little -senile-, among other things.
To get to the carnival, we parked at a mall. And well, to park at this mall (with a few hundred parking spaces), there are a few signs that say you have to be a shopper at the mall. Makes sense right?

Well, my uncle took it a -bit- too seriously. We went around the mall in stores to collect business cards, which we then neatly placed on the dashboard of his car. We also put a few receipts to show that we were paying customers.

After the carnival, we returned promptly to the shopping mall, and my uncle sort of panicked when he saw a tow truck just randomly in the parking lot.

After having calmed him and buying a few more random thingies (I bought an 8 gig USB key, to keep whatever I want with me) and displaying the receipts on the dashboard, we went for dinner at Mike`s.

Then we headed home because it was starting to hail.
He offered me some non-alcoholic beer, but I stuck with my glass of water.

Strange, strange uncle.

I`m house manager this week. Because the house is so small, there isn`t much cleaning to do.
Though I have to start supper really early because, well, our stove really sucks. Out of the four electric elements, only two work, and at that, one of them only works at half capacity. The only element that works fully also happens to be the smallest one.

Cheap. Quality.

Yesterday I made a sort of middle-eastern soup-dinner, with rutabagas, parsnips, sweet potatoes, plenty of spices (curry of course!) etc.

Then I made two batches, one spicy, one not.

The spicy was too spicy for some people who thought spicy would be good. It was fun to see their faces go red. I like spicy, and so I enjoyed my dinner.

Oh, and the regional director came the other day, we`re not moving houses after all. Sigh.

On Friday I move into my billet family`s house for a week and a half, I had a blast last time in Strathroy, hope it`s going to be the same.

Hmm, I`m also applying to UofT, but the stupid OUAC website is failing again.
If I don`t get in (I doubt I will), I`m going to come back home, fix up some grades, get a job somewhere and store up some money so I can apply for next semester. I really, really want to go to UofT, maybe for the international relations program or some sort of social science, so I don`t mind waiting. And neither do my parents.

Celery rules.
4070 reppin` Loblaws.

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Deception and recondition

So it`s the first time that I`ve blogged from my work in Québec - I would rarely get the chance anyway, as I`m usually in the forest.

Saturday night wasn`t bad at all - I`m the most persistant dancer. I danced for like 3 hours straight.

I`m not terrible at dancing actually, by myself, I do just fine. Really!

Put me with another person and things just get awkward. Real fast.

Even if I wasn`t in a social mood, I managed to find my own little bubble, my own little state of trance-like dancing clarity and had a good night. As you can see from this rather embarassing snapshot of me during one of my dancing epiphanies, it mattered not who or where I was, for at that moment, I was a being in my own world.

Interesting highlights of the night:

• A bunch of different people wanted to take pictures with me because they thought I looked like John Lennon. They were probably quite drunk.
• Asshole at the coat check in on my way home politely said ``Ladies first!`` to me
• Pascalou`s (Project Leader) dancing
• Two dancers who were pretty good on stage

And then I had to escort a couple drunkies home, back to the Katimahouse.

Sunday was a relaxing day. One of my uncles who lives in Québec City took me out to dinner at a local Ste-Marie restaurant. It was a bit awkward, he`s a little senile at times... For my 48 hours off next week I`ll be at his apartment. We`ll probably go to the Carnaval.

I`m so hungry.

I was anticipating going to the only restaurant in Ste-Marguerite, but I forgot it was closed on Mondays. Raaaah. Maybe I`ll go steal food from the kitchen in the municipality building, which I`m in currently.

I just tried calling N for the hell of it on the phones here, but I can`t figure out the long distance code-thingy. She thinks I`m ignoring her on Facebook, heehee.

I want to sleep sometimes.

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Fairy lust

Day 2 of Laura.

Perhaps I should explain myself better.

Laura happens when all the little negative things that happen daily to me, that I shove back somewhere, resurface and present themselves. When Laura leaves, I also believe that these negative things leave with her. So I think I need Laura. What if Laura never presented herself? Would this negative space that I have keep getting bigger and bigger? No, I think this space has a limit.
Maybe what I need is a different remedy than Laura.
Laura funnels the negatives out just once in a while, but what about... a different form of Laura, something that maybe doesn`t present itself as clearly as Laura, but still gets the job done?
Mary Jane? I don`t know.

Today we went volunteering - we started building the decor for a play (Annie) that the local high school is presenting sometime in April.

I`m not going to complain about the job that I had (it was cutting strips of tinfoil and twisting them into long rope things) because I got my peace and zen.

Zen twisting aluminium foil. What do you know.

Tonight, we`re going to the bar (Freddy`s) with our Project Leader, for it is his last week with us. I`d feel like a loser if I didn`t go, and if I stayed at home tonight as Laura, so I kind of have to go.

Saturday is Ladies` Night at Freddy`s, so the gals pay like 8 bucks and get unlimited beer, or coupons for a bunch, one of the two. It changes.

As such, I only pay three bucks for the coat check, and I can mooch for the night.

If you don`t know me enough, I never get myself drunk, because I`d hate to rely on other people to get home safe, or I just don`t want to deal with all the troubles that inebriety entails, and also to keep my hair safe. Countless stories about shaved eyebrows when you wake up in the morning have kept me wary.

I like the taste of most beers, and I can drink quite a lot without getting drunk, which suits me just fine. There`s also loud dancing music, but I`m not sure if I`ll dance, because I don`t think Laura can dance.

Will I just lurk in a corner and look all shady for the night?

Who knows.

Pixie rust

Another Laura day.
Ha, ha.

You know, the frequency of these little mood swings of sorts is increasing.

Why can`t I just smile and be outgoing and whatnot and make Laura disappear?

Can`t I?

I don`t know, I don`t think I can, because then my outside does not coincide with my inside.

Work blows.

Almost got a CTI for sleeping on the job.

I had worked all morning in six feet of snow, and even with snowshoes, it really drains you. So by the afternoon, I was really exhausted, so I kind of dozed off during lunchtime, and woke up later. My ``boss`` was rather unhappy.

Now I need to make a little schedule of sorts to follow.

I really do work, it`s just, cutting branches over and over again is just awful. Also considering the fact that the work could be done four times as fast with an axe or chainsaw or something.

Baaaah.

Going out to the bar tomorrow with our PL, who is, very sadly, leaving us for greener pastures. :(

We get to meet our new PL, Patrick, sometime soon. He`s supposed to be just as cool as Pascalou.

Doing some big volunteer thing at a high school all day tomorrow.

See ya.
Actually, I might not see ya.