Day 1 (and some of Day 2)
Yesterday was Day 1 at the new job. It went a bit like this:
juin 2011
mai 2011
Just talked to my family on the phone and nearly cried.
for the record, i haven’t cried on the phone with my parents since 27 June 2009 :)
i had my first day at the new job today. i’ll blog it later (or tomorrow). i’m exhausted and i’m by far the weakest link on my team. *sigh* can’t wait to go back tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that… for the record, i have 59 days remaining on my contract.
yes, i counted.
Play
Gold Guns Girls
Metric
Metric - Gold Guns Girls
I wish I danced to this song. It’s one o0f my girl Carrie’s signature songs.
if i exercised, i would run to this song. it’s one of my favourites, of course ^^
“Dude, you’re so edgy and politically incorrect. it’s totally ironic and satirical how you regurgitated those ancient and threadbare stereotypes. It reminds me of my great great great great grandpa, Cracker von Patriarch, who also challenged the status quo by embracing it with loving tenderness.”
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I don’t know where I came across this, but it’s witty as fuck (via octagon-surgeon)
“Cracker von Patriarch” is my new name for everyone who is a douche.
(via kafuka)
It was on Tiger Beatdown, by snobographer.
(via torayot)
challenging the status quo by embracing it with loving tenderness.
the other day, there was a spider in my hair. i noticed it while i was doing my makeup and i just thought it was a crunchy curl, but low and behold there was a creepy crawly perched on my shoulder. but no worries, i vanquished it like a mofo and went back to winging my eyeliner.
because that is
how
i
do.
Damn. And I thought I was a badass for killing two spiders in one night. You’re like fucking A-Team material.
omg turtle, you’re a superhero! i would have freaked the fuck out. the basement i’m currently sleeping in is infested but im usually way too tired to give a fuck as long as they aren’t too close to my head. i kind of befriended one that i accidentally knocked off a mirror.
I am making bread with my cousin
I’m a bossy know-it-all and he’s autistic. We make a great team.
I just spilled flour all over the kitchen and my black leggings. Whee~~
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Keeping it sketchy.
I promise I won’t put up lengthly blogs every day ^^ Only when I’m doing new things. Of course, reading them is optional. Heads up: this one is going to be long. That being said, here is my account of Day 1 in Montréal:
