The LSAT gods were merciful... I got a 166 which is the 93 percentile. I guess I don't really have to worry about law schools rejecting me now!

Today I realized that I really don't give a stuff about being in a relationship. I honestly don't miss it. However, I really REALLY miss sex. Oh sex. I barely remember thee :(

Today is one of those days that I really, really want to go home. It's one of those days where I don't know why I am staying until after Christmas to make a family who I don't even like happy.

I am sick of being stuck in a two bedroom apartment with two people I don't believe should even be together. I can't leave or walk anywhere close by because it isn't safe. And half the time I don't have access to the car because Jonathan takes it to go to a meeting and doesn't come back for 8 hours. And he doesn't take his phone with him so I can call either. Then when I am annoyed when he gets back, he makes bitchy about me being too demanding. He acts like a five year old who has been scolded. Instead of just apologizing he lashes out at the person who's been wronged.

Today is one of those days I want to be back in my apartment, with my crazy cat and be far far away from my father.

Why is it that you are in a movie, but on T.V.?

It has come to my attention that I might seriously need anger management courses. And maybe vindictiveness management courses too.

Aside from the road rage, cyclist rage and pedestrian rage, everything lately seems to be pissing me off. And not just annoying me.. more like insighting serious rage. Like wanting to ram other cars. Or staying up until 1:30 am to get someone's car towed because they are in my parking spot. It is completely excessive... a ticket would be easier, but I am so fed up and this is my small little revenge. Maybe karma will get me eventually, but right now I am somewhat satisfied by this act of vindictiveness.

CLV, my landlord, has really put me over the edge. Yesterday morning, I came out of my bedroom to find the superintendent and another guy IN my apartment. Without permission. They were there "to see if I had moved out yet" which was utter bullshit. You can see as you walk into the building that there are curtains in the windows and stuff in the place. They obviously didn't expect me to be home at 11:30am. And I have a strong feeling they came back today as I found Sirius cowering in the mailroom when I came home. I am really conscious of him running in and out, so there is no way he got out when I left. The only explanation is that CLV came back and let him out by mistake. Rage does not even begin to cut it.

So to vent my utter frustration with CLV, life and everything, I am having some bastard's car towed.

Edit: Karma is swift. I had a run in with an angry Russian parking bitch. Car not towed, my car still on street. Now 3:00 am. Fuck.

Sirius is a spoiled, little brat. Acknowledging that is they key to living with him.

If I am grumpy when I wake up and ignore his cuddly advances, he will go nuts and attack my feet. Then he will run around like a wild thing reeking as much havoc as possible.

If I give him 15 minutes of love and attention, he's fine.

I sincerely regret raises such a dependent cat. I don't even know how I managed to do it...

1. Desktop Publisher
2. Judge
3. Criminal Lawyer
4. Civil Litigator
5. Lawyer
6. Criminologist
7. Animator
8. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
9. Anthropologist
10. Activist

Bloody hell. I might just end up following in my mum's footsteps afterall. Law school here I come.

Phil is out of my life, for good this time. I have deleted and blocked him in every way that I can. I used to think that one day we would find each other again and everything would be all right. This will never happen, I am sure of that now. I have no intention of being 'friends' with someone who can cause me so much pain with so little regard for my feelings. The other night he told me that I was gorgeous when I weighed 120lb and that I would find someone who could "look past" my weight and see me for "who I really am". Today he has been even more of an asshole.

I still love him, perhaps too much. Not in the "I want to be together with him" sort of way, but this stupid inexplicable part of me just loves him. It is very obvious that he barely even likes me. I have decided not to let myself love him at all, and if cutting him out of my life is the only way to protect myself, then so be it. He's not even a good friend (except for his handiness around the house). And so that is it. Fin.

So concludes one of the worst 36 hours of my life. I worked 28 out of those 36 hours, and there is still speculation that I won't get paid time and a half for Canada Day because it was on a Sunday (and so they make Monday the official statutory holiday).

I worked from 11-5 at Second Cup on Saturday, had time to eat dinner and went straight to Sugar Mountain for a 6-close shift. We didn't get out of there until 1:30 and so I didn't get to bed until 2:30/3:00. A girl was going to take my 8-4 shift at Second Cup the next morning, but she just didn't show up. So I was up at 7, after 4 hours of sleep, for an 8 hour shift at Second Cup. The highlight of that shift was the 45 minutes we spent with the belligerent Ukrainian woman who was furious that we would not accept her hundred dollar bill. I didn't get out of there until 4:30, ate dinner and then went to Sugar Mountain from 6-close. It was the shift from hell. Not only is it the busiest day of the year, but on a closing shift we had to deal with all of the drunks.

I had well over 50 people ask me to use our washroom and get pissed off when I said no. I had one woman go on a huge rant about the fact that I was denying a woman with a medical condition use of our private washroom. Her medical condition? Diabetes. We had another woman bitch at us for 10 minutes and then threaten to piss on our doorstep. The diabetes woman confirmed that she actually did this. Although I am not going to take diabetes woman's word for it, because claiming you need a washroom because you have diabetes is not the most logical thing. Yes, diabetics are more prone to U.T.I.s, but having to use our washroom at that exact moment when she was piss drunk doesn't really add up to me.

When Brigette, my coworker, was picking up garbage outside of the store, a guy pushed her out of the way in then threw up in the garbage she was using. What did his friends do? Stand around and laugh. At 12 we had to kick about 30 people out of the store and deal with angry drunks who wanted to come to just "buy one thing". It's not like we are a vital service shutting our doors... you can wait for candy.

To top the evening off, a drunk ran in front of my bike. I'm not entirely sure whether his friend just bumped into me from the side or pushed me, but the force of the collision and the side impact threw me to the ground. It was fanfuckingtastic.

Hello LiveJournal. I am alive, ain't that great to know?

I am procrastinating about going to bed.... that has to be the ultimate thing to procrastinate about. I have to be up tomorrow for work at my second job. That's right... I am having to work two part-time jobs because nobody will hire me full time. That's better than before, when nobody would hire me at all. So I work at Sugar Mountain in the market and Second Cup by campus. I will get into details later, but right now all of this procrastinating has made me sleepy.

That fiend, who I call Renée, and I are moving in together soon. We are supposed to have our place on June 1st, but CVL (our landpeople) are being total douches. They've been total dickwads all along. Now they don't know when the renovations will be done... they are saying that they will work around us. How can we live in an apartment while they are refinishing the floors? What are we supposed to do: teleport ourselves from our bedrooms to the hallway when the livingroom is being redone? Hopefully it will get sorted out soon, I am really sick of these people. I am tempted to walk away from the whole thing and find a landlord who isn't a total arse (don't worry Renee, I won't really).

I am selling some old shite... so if you are live in Ottawa and are interested, look at my marketplace posting in Facebook. And that's it. Fin! Bonne nuit.

I am not sure if I should do this... I really like my Daemon! It's a tiger, which IS my favourite animal. But in all fairness I should open this up to friends that actually know me well. So here goes...



Ps. Please don't make him change into anything nasty! I'm sorry Renee... please don't take revenge for the mouse.

Stolen from Katie and Renee. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery after all. That and it's really cool.


( my xmas stocking )

I do not have a particularly large forehead, nor are my eyes unnaturally far apart. Why do boys pick girls with large foreheads and far-apart eyes?

Renéeeeeee... *whines*.... Come baaaaaaaaack.

I'm going home for a week. Wheeeee! No more working. Well for awhile. Then September comes. And then lots of good school work and friends and loveliness.

The end.

Cats, much like boyfriends, are far better in theory than in practice.

I have a kitten. Up until now I was very much in love with him. He is all black and I think he will be named Sirius Black (only I prefer to pronounce it sigh-rus, because the real pronunciation sounds too much like serious).

As I said, wonderful little fellow. Except kittens are like babies... they don't sleep through the night. And unlike a full grown cat he can't occupy himself. He jumps on me and bites and claws. He has been biting a lot tonight... I'm not sure why. Can kittens this old be teething?

I will try to wear him out again, but who knows. This may be the beginning of the end for me.

Is it cruel to put him in his carrier for a few hours while I sleep? *yawn*

I really hope that Phil keeps this up. It is so much easier when he is an asshole and pisses me off. I don't feel one bit guilty at the moment.

I get to quit Subway! Horray!

I talked to my mum on the phone yesterday, and she was the one who suggested it. Apparently Claire has seen how miserable/exhausted I am and was worrying about it to my mum. So now I can fully devote myself to finding a better job. I mean Subway is fine for the school year, and if Kamal wants me back then, then I will do it. But I cannot take another 2 months of this.

I mean I didn't even make $400 on my last paycheck. I get paid $7.75/hr when everyone else I work with gets paid $9+ because they have been there longer. Everyone agrees that I am a better worker than Lisa, and I still get paid less. It is just taking too much out of me. So tomorrow I am giving my 2 weeks notice, if that is even necessary.

In other news, I will be 20 in 21 days. I am so old! And my mum will be 50... 50!!! just ten days thereafter. Speaking of which, I need to get down to Claire's so we can organize some stuff for mum's party.