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My Newly Developed Irrational Fear

Flesh Eating Disease or Necrotizing Fasciitis. Im not joking people. This little bacteria can live anywhere....your bathtub, the garden, the classroom floor. All it has to do is get into a little cut, or even a bruise and your done for. I have seen pictures and it is disgusting. It looks like acid is burning your skin from the inside. This one guy got it in his nose when he was gardening and it ate almost his entire face before they could stop it, he now has no nose or eyes...he kind of looks like that monster on Pans Labyrinth. Fucking terrifying. Im starting to think that Howie Mandel knows what hes doing with the whole germ phobia thing...maybe he'll go halfsies on a bulk order of latex gloves with me...

Love forever
Jamie

Its Official

i thought i could make it...i almost did...but today it happened...i wore sweatpants to school...i have officially given up...

Love forever,
Jamie

'Who wants to be a millionare Canada'

Blame them. With the rise of reality television, the knockoffs were quick to follow. theres Canada's next top model, project runway Canada, Canadian Idol, Cribs Canada...i could go on. Just add 'Canada' to the title, switch the big name host for someone a little less good looking, add a little multiculturalism and at least one French accent and theres you have it; the perfect recipe for LAME!! ooooh Canada land of no imagination...

Love Forever
Jamie

The Triads are after me! i know to much...

With a name like the Angel Queen i thought i had nothing to worry about on my first day of work...i thought wrong. After i realized my boss Jason couldn't speak English i was more amused than concerned. True he was kind of creepy and always had this weird smile like he knew something i didn't. Once he tried to show me around the place it became obvious that he had no idea where anything was...or how to use the till...or what food was on the menu. That however didn't really seem to be a problem since the place didn't really seem to get any customers. Well, aside from the group of shady Asian men who hang around the back and go in and out of the kitchen on a regular basis. Still, i didn't think i had anything to worry about aside from bad tips. That is until Jason went into the kitchen to make some soup for a customer. A girl about my age came into the restaurant looking very agitated. she asked about the sign outside that said grand opening and asked to speak to the new manager. The little Asian girl i was working with went into the kitchen to get him and i told the girl that i probably wouldn't be much help to her considering it was my first day. At that comment she looked at me for a second like she was deciding whether she should say something or not and then told me to keep good track of my hours because she had worked here for a few weeks and its now been four months and she still hasn't been paid. At this point i should probably mention that i had agreed to be paid cash, under the table at the end of every week. The little Asian girl peeked her head out from the back to look at us and then ducked back into the kitchen. The girl who had come into the restaurant was getting more edgy by the second. "Is it still Jason who is managing this place?" she asked. when i nodded a reply she whispered "fuck I'm outta here" and made for the door. Before she left she turned back and yelled to me "GET OUT AS QUICK AS YOU CAN!" well i stood awkwardly behind the bar wondering what to do until Jason came out of the kitchen with the soup he was making. I served the customer and when i turned around i realized he had once again ducked into the kitchen without saying a word. 'This might be my only chance at escape' i thought to myself. i certainly wasn't going to stick around there all night, especially if chances were they weren't going to pay me anyways. i slowly walked to the coat rack by the kitchen and pretended to reached into my purse for my cell phone, looking into the kitchen i saw that Jason had his back to me and the other waitress was nowhere to be seen. At this i grabbed my purse, booked it out the door and sprinted the four blocks home. I walked by the place three times this week and i still haven't seen a customer in there...there's gotta be something shady going on there...maybe drug smuggling or an Asian prostitution ring in the basement. I can tell you one thing tho, they make a killer lemon curry soup.

Korean Symbol For TaeKwanDo

I'm serious people. The world of Asian Character tattoos has hit a new low...and i mean extremely extremely low...and we thought it could never happen. If the tattoo itself isn't bad enough heres the story behind it;

"Ive been really really into TaeKwanDo since i was seven. I did it for years. So i got the tattoo. But then i got older and started (motions drinking a beer) and quit."

Ok...hang on...let me get this straight. So, your parents put you in a martial art when you were a kid, you really liked it so you decided to get the characters tattooed on your shoulder...and then you became old enough to buy your own booze and quit. Good story...uhm...did you forget that tattoos are permanent?

Life of a Redneck

Today at work a delivery driver was pretty angry after i made him wait in a line of cars for less than 10 minutes until the way was clear. In an attempt at releasing his frustration, he decided to hit my lunch box which was sitting on the shoulder of the road behind me. Believe me, it was intentional, i saw him swerve right for it. It went flying in the air breaking into a thousand pieces. My water bottle exploded, as did my orange and my sandwich was spread across the newly laid asphalt. Before i could make my way over to salvage what was left the birds got at it. Thats when my day started going downhill....it was 9am.

In other news one of the boys asked me if i wanted anything from 711. I told him to surprise me and he winked and drove away. When he came back he handed me a bottle of a drink called 'blue bawls' which had a 'RED HOT dice' scratch card taped to it......i think he was trying to tell me something...i won $1.

The Legend Of The Jasper Seven

Well May Long Weekend has come and past (or "May Two Four" for you weirdos out East) and as many of you know it is my favorite holiday (aside from Halloween). This year may have been the most eventful yet. At the last minute i decided to tag along with Tony and his friends to camp in Jasper. Thursday night everybody met at Ryan's house so that we could leave early Friday morning. I showed up with a small backpack, a shoulder bag and a garbage bag of camping stuff only to see that everyone had hardcore backpacking packs because - as Tony had failed to mention - we had to hike to our camping spot. Luckily Ryan's brother Jared had decided not to come so i was able to use his backpack but i was still only wearing slip on shoes.

With a list that included everything from drinking water to bear mace to a samurai sword we got our gear together before catching a few hours of sleep and heading out bright and early Friday. Once in Jasper we stopped at the town center and paid for our reservations on the 'Saturday night lake loop' which was a four or five hour hike up the mountain to a lake where we would be the only ones camping in the middle of nowhere. The lady in the lodge reminded us to watch out for elk and make sure we kept the bear mace handy during the trek. After that we followed Jordan Roy and his 'photographic memory' to the parking spot, put on our packs, and started the hike. After about a half an hour of hiking the trail started leading us down towards town again. It didn't take us long to become suspicious...after all, it had been two years since Ryan and Jordan had been their last and none of us were quite certain as to how photographic Roy's memory actually was. Crystal and Janine were quick to point out that this was exactly how horror movies started. Bryce (aka Squirrel) ran ahead, being the army boy he is, to scout the path and soon returned with the news that we had to turn around. Great, after an hour of hiking we were back where we started and the two days worth of water and food on our backs were starting to become more than a burden. But it was a beautiful day and we weren't ready to give up yet so we chose another path and continued on our way.

After another couple hours we came to a clearing and were ecstatic to here that Ryan and Jordan both remembered being there before...only...hadn't they come from the other direction last time?? oh well. The boys took a look at the map on the trail and we continued hiking down path number 6....and hiking......and hiking.....and hiking.....past one lake.....then another....I'm not talking about your friendly day trail here either, we were on precarious mountain paths with heavy packs weighing us down with every step. The further in we got the harder the trail became and the less it seamed like we were actually going the right way. All of a sudden Jordan piped up, "hey guys, i think i remember now, we were supposed to take trail number three..." then Ryan catches up from the back of the line, "Hey guys...I'm pretty sure it was trail three now that i think about it!" Thanks guys....your about three and a half hours late on that one!

After one very steep, very high hill we decided that this was it, it was almost 6 o'clock, we were exhausted after 4 hours of hiking and we only had a few hours left before the sun went down. We had to choose a place to camp and we had to do it now. We weren't sure if we were allowed to camp around this area but squirrel had a plan if anyone gave us any trouble. "I'm just gonna tell em I'm a soldier on leave and they can #$%& right off!" Anyway, the rangers were all on strike, we figured we would be fine. We found a beautiful sandy peninsula into the middle of a lake and took a look at our surroundings. It was breathtaking. Mountains on all sides. Only, wait, whats that in the distance? Whats that sound? Cars?! A highway!!?? We just hiked for four hours to be an hour walk from a highway and a rest stop?! What are those lights? Cabins?! a campground!!...oh great, so much for being alone in the middle of nowhere. We set up camp, started a fire, and sat around letting the whole thing sink in. It wasn't that bad, the highway was pretty far away, we could barely see it, and this spot was amazing. We cooked some dinner and Squirrel gave us some samples of his army rations. There was only one problem, we didn't have a sling to tie up our food and by the time we realized this Ryan had already drank a bottle of sake, Roy was almost through his case of beer, Tony was well into the Rum, and Squirrel had already taken a drunken swim in the glacier fed lake. Needless to say, none of the boys were in any position to rig something up. We opted to put all of our food in garbage bags, wrap it in a tarp and leave it at the very tip of the peninsula before we all stumbled to bed.

Morning came and the day was beautiful. Jordan, Tony, and I stayed at the site while the others trekked up to the campground to see if we could rent a canoe or something. As we debated cracking into the gin a tourist came by with his two kids in a canoe to ask if we saw any bears. (or bieaas as he pronounced them) He told us that one had been seen a few miles up and to watch out for it. We weren't too worried, we had a plan for that too; "Mace em and Cut em!" Ryan didn't bring his samurai sword for nothing.

All of a sudden Crystal came running down the path, "Put the fire out! we gotta pack up and get the hell out of here, they called the cops on us!" We dumped water on our fire and started to pack up quick time. The Mountie came along the path threatening a $5000 ticket for illegal camping and an illegal fire but after we explained the situation she took our names and sent us on our way. We were off again. Now when the only thing getting you through the hike the day before is knowing that your packs are going to shed two days worth of food and water before the hike back, trekking back through the mountains sore, hungover, and with your packs almost as heavy as they were the night before is NOT fun! Luckily we found a new trail and it only took us about 2 hours to find our cars again. We decided to go back to town and see if we could get our money back for the second night and just find a campground to tent at. Thinking the weekend was a bust Janine went in to try and sweet talk the lady.

"Are you the kids that ended up at Patricia lake?"
"Uh...Yea....How did you know?"
"You guys must have angles watching out for you, your lucky to even be alive. The largest grizzly ever reported in Jasper was spotted 500m away from you guys this morning stalking you, not to mention the fact that you were camping on protected grounds. Every weekend people try to get special permits to stay exactly where you guys were but no one is allowed and you kids just up and did it! Heres your money back but be on your best behavior wherever you stay tonight, everyone in town knows who you kids are now."

We drove through town feeling like legends, found a campground, had another great night and headed for the hot springs in the morning. Id do it again in a second....only maybe next time ill bring a map....

my idea of a good time includes blinking hula hoop dance partys in the zellers toy department

After almost two weeks here i am enjoying the life of the unemployed like no other. Unfortunately this has to stop. This life is only fun while the money lasts and since I'm living off of a credit card and a loan, the real money ran out about six months ago...i might have been the only one who hadn't noticed. On the plus side i think i got the flag girl job with park paving. Keep your eye out next time you pass a road crew. You cant miss me, I'm the girl with green hair and a sweet lazer bolt shaved into the side of her head.

The word is in that skinny jeans are on there way out. Thank god. You might not know this since i own pairs in blue, grey, AND black but i don't really like them. They may look good but there uncomfortable and restricting. not to mention that most women (me not included) have hips and an ass which don't really fit into the skinny pencil legs that these skinnys offer. Apparently wide leg is where its at. Find this and other great fashion related news at CHEEKMagazine.com its new, exciting, and (because its online) environmentally friendly. Plus its free and who doesn't love free?

Courtesy of Aprils crush who has the most bling plugs i have ever seen, i can get a rockin discount at Dragon FX. Two green gems have been ordered and they will soon be a great addition to my anti-eyebrow area! Although I'm still undecided if i should do both sides or go with the asymmetrical lifestyle. What are your thoughts guys?

Love Forever
Jamie

PS: if you are riding on the handle bars of a bike down a busy sidewalk, the cops wont do anything as long as there distracted by the drunk guy that there trying to throw into the paddy wagon. trying to stop is much more dangerous than just cruising by.

I think i lost my Albertan accent...

So I'm home...not that this is news. I've been here since Saturday. Its been a rather uneventful few days. Here's a few things to note:

- i think the fact that i have a loud voice gives off the false impression of confidence. People seam to believe me when i tell them that i know what I'm doing. For example, my friend Dave didn't seem to have a problem letting me cut his hair even tho i have never done it before. I'm not sure how he felt after my little accident with the clippers forced me to shave him bald.

- this might sound cliche, but only in Alberta does it go from sunny and plus 10c to raining to snowing and back to plus 10 in one day.

- only in Alberta does snow in April ruin your plans for racing old beater cars on the track at the back of your friends farm causing you to sit inside and play with the new litter of kittens while eating elk steaks and watching NHL playoffs instead.

- my goal for the summer is to be the slow sign girl on the road crew by the side of the highway. hot asphalt and coveralls cant scare me away. if you can help me out with this please let me know.

Love Forever
Jamie

Science Facts!!

Did you know?:

-slug antenna are similar to eyeballs. They are hypersensitive to minute changes in light. Its essentially just a pupil that gets really really small and really really big very quickly.

-slugs breath through one a hole on their side which goes to a lung

-they actually produce many different kinds of slime for different purposes from simply aiding mobility to self defence.

-slugs are essentially just a slimy complex mass of muscles.

thanks to the discovery channel we all learned something new today. your welcome.

Love Forever
Jamie

"Well they know about the books...so they must be indie..."

I went to a concert at the Opera House on Queen street a little while ago. We went to see a band called The Books. I feel like ive been to a meeting of a really secret club...and i hope they dont find out i snuck in. Irina and I were in the presence of the most indie of the indie kids. It was really very overwhelming. Forget about the kids you see dressed head to toe in American Apparel, these kids got over that way before there was one on Young street. They dont dance, a few of them sway, more might tap there foot on the ground or their hand against their leg. Between sets, a group of 15 or so sat down in a circle and just hung out. Lets forget about the expensive clothes and the fancy haircuts tho...i mean, isnt every scene just about the music?...and the show was great. But one question indie kids: when did beards become trendy?

Love forever
Jamie

"I still have some left to do but im leaving it until tomorow. I should have more than enough time...as long as nothing goes wrong."

I said that Monday night. Two o'clock Tuesday afternoon: i have about half an hour of sewing left and then i have to go to Queen street, get button holes made and buy some buttons before the shops close at five or six. Easy. Yeah right.

This is for my final sewing project, due at 9:30 the next morning and worth a huge chunk of my mark (not to mention my entire reputability as a design student). I am a week late finishing this project because of my neck and its started to become a burden. On my walk through the building i pass by a bunch of people setting up for Mass Exodus - the fourth year fashion show. My heart started beating a little faster thinking about my time to shine three years down the road. But there was no time for that.

I get to the sewing lab, cut out my little squares of fabric, and get to it. There is two sergers in the first year lab. I go to the first, broken needle. I go to the second, the needle is in place but there is no thread. Everyone else is done...the machines aren't set up anymore. Luckily there was a girl in the lab who was nice enough to set it all up for me. Twenty minutes later i finally get started. I'm about half way through it when the needle breaks. Shit. I calmly gather everything together and move into the overflow lab and attempt to thread the serger in there. Another half hour later, after some help from a second year, i am still no closer to a working machine. It is now 3:00.

Downstairs i go. I am now on a hunt for the tech's new office. I find it without to much trouble but Audry's not there. Shes off running errands for Mass Ex. The lady in the office tells me to go upstairs and wait for them to come in a few minutes. So i wait...and wait....and wait....3:45.....finaly. Audry quickly fixes one machine and leaves another lady to do the other. As she finishes up, the lady (we can call her physco bitch from hell) turns around and proceeds to yell at me, giving me a lecture about setting up the machines the right way the first time because they don't have time to fix our mistakes. 'you may be in first year now but you wont be for long and you girls better start taking responsibility and thinking about what you are doing!!' Whoa. At the beginning of the semester we were given one 2 minutes lesson on this machine and this was about a month before we were ever allowed to even touch it. None of us has ever actually set it up since. By now I'm used the the catty fashion admin so i don't even bother to defend myself. I smile politely keep my eyes on the floor and sit down at the machine as she storms out of the room.

4:20...i can think of more than one thing i would rather be doing now. I thread the machine

4:35. I try to serge. Wait...whats this? Oh! PBFH put the wrong effing needle in the machine!!! talk about doing things the right way the first time...who's around to fix your mistakes you dumb broad?!! There is no way I'm going to tell her. And i don't have time to figure out the other machine. Two and a half hours later i am exactly where i started, screw the serging, i sew it together without finishing the edges and head for home.

5:15 marking buttonhole placements
5:25 looking up phone numbers and addresses, hoping to find somewhere close to home that is still open.
5:30 on the phone with the guy from Queen Street Tailors and Alterations

Me: Hi, i was wondering if i can still get some buttonholes made if i come down right now
Guy: yeah sure, but when can you be here because we close in half an hour
Me: Ill be there in 15 is that OK? i only have 10 holes.
Guy: Yea that's fine, come on down

I could probably make it there in fifteen minutes on the streetcar but I'm not going to risk it. So i fork up the ten dollars for a cab ride over...

5:40 the cabbie misses the shop and drops me off five blocks away. I book it out of the cab. As i get out this wigger thug wannabe, in a matching camouflage over sized track suite and bandanna, looks me up and down and starts cat calling me. I run down the street. I get to the shop at 5:45 exactly fifteen mututes....perfect...but wait...you have to be kidding me. The lights are off and the door is locked. I peek through the window and see the guy standing in the back room. He takes one look at me and hides around the corner! yeah right. Just when i think i cant get any more frustrated, HE PEEKS IS HEAD OUT, SEES ME AND DUCKS BEHIND THE WALL AGAIN!!!

close to tears i still need buttons. I head over to a little shop down the block, pick up some little black numbers then ask the lady at the till if she knows who can still make me some buttonholes at this time of day. Not speaking much English, she hands me a business card for a Tailor a few blocks away who is open until 6:30. I walk to the address on the card and find myself face to face with a solid black metal door with graffiti and bullet holes. Its locked. I call the number. No answer. By this time 'thug life', as i like to call him, has crossed my path 3 times within the 10 blocks i have been walking up and down and i am in a hurry to get out of there.

I have one chance left. May, a little old Chinese lady who will do it from her basement. If only I had her number and address. I get out my phone...the battery light is flashing. I call Jade who goes upstairs and gets the number for me but we disconnected before it saved in my phone. So i call jade back. no answer. I call again. no answer. Again. no answer. Exhausted, hungry, and very stressed out i lean against the wall and sigh. All i want to do is curl in a ball and cry but there's my new boyfriend again so i cross the street.


RING!!! Its Jade! Thank god. She gives me the number. With my last bit of battery i call May, hop in a cab, and another $10 later I'm at her house. This lady was the cutest little seamstress i have ever met. We sat in her tiny basement while she made me buttonholes. We talked about everything from body piercings, to school, to factories in Hon Kong. True i only knew what she was saying half the time, but it was the best company i had all day. She did charge me a dollar a button and i know she did it for other girls for 85 cents but it was late, and on short notice.

7:30 and another ten dollar cab ride later I'm at home. I'de like to think i've learned my lesson on procrastinating, but only time will tell, and some things never change. One thing is for sure; when all is said and done and i am a fashion designer, i am contracting out ALL of my sewing.

Love Forever
Jamie

Some Important Advice

Although it pains me intensely to write this, i feel like i should warn you all. When an appendage falls asleep: BE CAREFUL!! it might only be the beginning. It all started when i woke up this morning. I was sitting at the table with Jade. My eyes were half shut, my voice was not yet turned on, in fact, i hadn't even brushed my hair. Suddenly i felt that familiar tingly feeling in my right arm. It started at the finger tips and slowly moved up all the way to my shoulder. I began to laugh and do the things that you do when your arm is asleep and you cant feel anything. Bad idea. I put both arms in the air to stretch and 'CRACK!!' that was it. A wave of pain washed down the right side of my body. Four hours later, after a doctors visit and a pill with codeine, I'm feeling OK...great actually........kinda floaty...........

Love Forever
Jamie

A Series Of "Really Funny Jokes" Gone Horribly Awry

Since moving to Toronto i have been blessed with a group of really funny friends. "The Core", as it were, has been caught a constant pattern of one-upping. In the last week or two we may have crossed the line more than once. Aparently jokes at others expense arent really as funny as one might expect. What began as a perfect recipie for fun filled days of pranks and laughter has resulted in broken hearts, possibly a few tears, some unhappy wasted time and definite undue stress. Lesson learned. This is my apology. Not to say im going to stop the jokes all together....lets not get carried away here. There is still those occasional ones that are guaranteed to keep on giving.

Love Forever,
Jamie

Its Not That I Dont Like Clubs, I Just Dont Like Slutty Girls.

I went to a club sober this weekend. Not just any club either, a club that gives you colour coded glow bracelets that pertain to your relationship status. Needless to say, it might not have been the best choice i've ever made in my life. "Goin' clubbin' " is an interesting ritual that our species has developed. Most girls say that they dont go to the club to meet boys, there just going "to have a good time and dance and party with the girls!"...yeah, and i bet your going to cali next weekend too. With all that booty shaking and gyrating (not to mention the 4inch heals and short shorts) i find it very hard to believe. Then theres the fact that we all spend an hour to get ready only to get there and look exactly the same as every other girl in a halter/tube/tank top and skinny jeans/skirt with leggings. And for what? The akward looking, kinda skinny, drunk boy standing by the bar? Im think im going to start hanging out at the laundry mat instead...do you think the boys there will know that the green glow stick means single?

Love Forever
Jamie

This is fashion, that is NOT skinny.

Theres this girl in my philosophy class who never takes off her gloves when she comes in. Im not talking about those little $2 ones from superstore either, they're shiny, black, and leather. There she is, just sitting there, every Tuesday, her coat is off, her scarf is sitting on the next chair, but the gloves stay...its not even cold in there!!....mabye shes a serial killer.

Love Forever,
Jamie

read this

So I have decided to start believing in aliens. My hope is that they are close to us, watching us. The main reason for my new outlook on the universe is that i think it would be sweet if they all came and showed us how to control things outside of matter...and like, how to teleport and stuff. I hope they are not evil aliens though...and i hope they dont have anal probes and other such things.

Love Forever
Jamie