Another One

Cancer sucks ass.

Another one gone way too young.



The first time I heard his voice on this song, I was mesmerised.

Blame And Its Cousin, Responsibility

I hate many things about many things.

But there is little I hate more than people who can't take responsibility or shoulder blame.

If I eff up, I'm not someone to hide it.

For instance, my mother is constantly complaining about the mangers of her business. It's ridiculous. If she did her own damn job properly, she'd have nothing to complain about.

I also have a morbidly obese friend who constantly posts facebook updates that her knees hurt and that she has no clue why. IT DOESN'T TAKE ROCKET SCIENCE TO FIGURE THIS OUT!

Oh, and then there's the people who regularly drink like homeless winos and smoke like campfires and spend their nights partying and then complain that they don't feel good. Those people are the absolute bain of my existance. It's called common sense!

This seems to be an epidemic in our society. No one ever does anything wrong and yet we're all screwed up. We always blame other people or things or what-have-you. Anything but ourselves. And it drives me up the wall.

For Christ's sake, Humanity, grow some effing balls!

What I hate even more is my inability to call these people on their bull shit. It's the people pleaser in me.

Question...

I upgraded to FD8. Is there a way to convert my FD7 files? Every time I open one, it wants to resave the file in the newer format, which will create a whole bunch of duplicates.

So, is there a convert feature? A way to let them just stay FD7 version?

Things That Piss Me Off...

... at school.

These people make me want to strangle them! On my hit list? Well, those who:

- Sit in one of the three left handed desks but are right handed. You have no clue how much this pisses me off. You have a hundred other seats to choose from, and yet, you choose one of the THREE that I have to choose from! I believe there's a special place in hell for these people.

- Sit with friends and yack and watch youtube videos in the quiet study area of the library

- Talk on cell phones in the quiet study area.

- Use the tables meant for laptops (with plugs) when they do not have laptops. I'm sure these people are just slightly above the left-handed-desk-stealers in hell.

and my all time fav...

- Turn up their MP3 players super loud in the quiet study area. Just because you have headphones on doesn't mean the rest of us aren't being treated to your collection of 90's boybands.

That is all.

Dating

Dating is hilarious. Really. I've been on so many ridiculous dates lately that it's made me wonder if 'normal single guy' is a mythical species like the unicorn and the dragon.

My most recent experience? Some dude thought it would be appropriate to tell me that he still cries over his ex all the time and in fact had just finished crying over her.

Now, we all have emotions -- but this is not something you share with someone you've known for less than a week!

Oddly enough, it's the weirdos that seem to latch onto me although I'm pretty sure they also latch onto anyone else who gave them any sort of attention.

One would think that I would be frustrated, but mostly, I'm just laughing. How do these people manage to function?

Canadian Music

My love for the hip has been reignited. It happens every so often. Same with Blue Rodeo. One of my fav albums of all time = Trouble at the Henhouse

Here are a couple of my fav hip tunes:





I missed them in Winnipeg recently. Boo.

I love that we have so much great Canadian music... even if the gov't does shove it down our throats at a rate of 35% of everything we hear on the radio.

How Things Can Change...

In my abnormal psychology class, we learned the difference between eustress and distress. It's something that I'd learned before, but this time, I had a bit of a 'huh' moment over the whole concept.

A year ago, I was working at a job I hated, producing chainsaw commercials. No joke. There were good aspects to my job... I loved doing imaging. I loved promos. I loved producing actual shows. But the basis of my job just wasn't cutting it for me. Plus, my desk was a mine field. I was constantly over worked. On top of my 40 hour work week and weekday overtime, I think I probably worked at least a couple of hours every single weekend for all of 2008. It was like everything was just piling up on me and I couldn't keep up no matter how hard I tried. My boss micro-managed. I was underpaid. Basically, I was stressed and miserable. Because of my hate for my job, I was in distress.

Today, I'm more stressed than I've ever been. I'm constantly going and going and working and learning and writing and... and...

But the thing is, I've never been happier. This must be eustress.

All stress is not equal. If you're afraid to do something you'll love because you're scared that it'll be hard or stressful, this is an important concept to learn. Being in distress is bad. But, it's situational. If you enjoy the situation that's stressing you out, you'll experience eustress and oddly enough, eustress can actually be a good thing.

Instead of getting aggravated and angry, I find myself flushed with excitement and amazement. I'm constantly being reminded of how much I can accomplish. I feel good about the things I manage to get done. I take pride in every task, no matter how stressful it may be.

A year ago, I hated my life. I was living in bumfuck nowhere, doing a job I hated. I felt alone. Not lonely, because I had a ton of friends, but alone because no one understood why I was so unhappy. I should have been happy. In fact, I had been happy. But I wasn't anymore.

You know, when I work on my writing now or even when I'm writing a paper on Greek history, I put in 110-percent. I did not put that much effort into chainsaw commercials. Why? Because those commercials weren't important to me. I don't think I realized how much I hated my job until I started doing something that I loved. When I was still doing my shit-assed-job, I started going to school and I was surprized at how much I loved it. I would work so hard to get good marks. But I wouldn't work that hard to impress my boss. It hit me like a ton of bricks one day -- I hate my job. That's why.

The only regret that I have is that it took me so long to make this decision. Before I even knew how miserable I really was, I'd been contemplating life for way too long. Once I'd realized how miserable I really was, I'm ashamed to say that I put off making a decision for even longer -- almost two whole years longer.

If anyone out there is feeling that bad stress, if you're sitting at a desk, doing a job you hate, feeling aggravated and frustrated and angry and you've been humming and hawing over those 'big life choices' for what feels like forever, do yourself a favour and leave. I promise you, there is something better out there for you.