Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker – Pornostartrek

 

 

About to Crack.

I have finally landed two jobs at the tiny-town in no-where-land. I work at a vet clinic and a garden/giftshop. The vet clinic is neat, clean and tidy. The garden centre is the absolute opposite. It drives me insane. I feel nice and sane when I am at the clinic for my first half the the day, then I ride my bicycle over to the garden centre and almost rip my hair out from the incredible permanent mess and disorganization. So every day I go from sane to psycho. And it doesn’t help that my roomies (brother and sis-in-law) are slobs. Their house appears clean, but it isn’t. It is just roomy.

Ironically the vet clinic and garden centre are also opposite when it comes to religion. Today the doc’s and techs were talking about how silly religion is and how they used to react to bible thumpers. Then I biked over to the garden centre and had a similar conversation but with a different spin. They were talking about how they haven’t been to church in a while and that it was good to go. Hah! I’m currently reading Counterknowledge by Damien Thompson and absolutly love it. I recommend it to anyone that would like to see through the fog or is tired of listening to baseless and non-scientific theories about deity figures.

From Parachute Pants to Cardigans

This entry shall be a bit of an experiment because I am going to attempt to write about fashion and self development. Both topics of which I usually stumble over. My sense of fashion has had fairly retarded growth compared to other girls. I usually dress in a similar fashion to the generation after me. Hence why I am often mistaken for a kid in grade 12 rather than a university graduate with a degree. I also like to dress differently if possible, so I tended to lean towards fashions that prevented blending in to society such as very mild gothic or army/camoflauge styles. So I was either emo or locked and loaded. Or both. It is clear that I never really wanted to grow up. How many ‘adults’ do you know that look emo or walk around in camo? Exactly.

As of late I have had the urge to buy clothing that either A. makes me look more feminine or B. makes me look older. How this spawned is a mystery to me, but I noticed it hit quite soon after I returned home from my trip to Europe. Perhaps I matured and am now ready to grow up. Whatever the case, the exciting part is that I get to buy more clothes! Holy hell! I never thought I’d be excited about that.

I walked around the mall today to find a pair of pants for work and discovered something new. The “boyfriend fashion” I read about and scoffed at is now at hand! Now I can still be a tomboy but at the same time look grownup and feminine! What a brilliant style. I personally despise clothes that are so tight it hurts (or restricts certain movements). Anyway, the idea is that girls wear stuff they find in their boyfriend’s closet. Well, I don’t have a boyfriend, and hence no closet to pick out of. But still, I am going to enjoy the style, especially as I despised the last few fads that blew through. My biggest problem now is that at the moment I am the most broke I have ever been. Blast!

Another thing I’m interested in are TOMS shoes. They look incredibly comfortable, like crocs, but not so incredibly ugly. “Shop and Give” is the first thing you see on the website. What a brilliant way to hook people that 1. love shoes and/or 2. love to give to causes (like myself). The main idea is that you buy yourself a pair of shoes and the company also gives a pair to a child in need. These will be on my christimas list .

Just a little Setback

As previously alluded to, I have changed my life-plans for this year. Instead of going to the Caribbean to study the subject of my worship (veterinary medicine), I have moved to a town in the middle of prairie-nowhere to work at minimum-wage jobs for a year. The goal is not to make money, but to change my residency. Yes, thats right! I must be from a specific province in Canada to attend their school. I still can’t get over how stupid that sounds. But to become a Doctor I must show that I can, in fact, jump their hoops – no matter how ridiculous.

There were things that I’d always wanted to be able to do but never had the time. Now I have the time and much less drive to do them. I hate the irony that my life is going through right now. I’ve gone from medical student to absolute nobody. But now this nobody has time to get better at drawing and gardening! Oh the excitement tingles me so!

Anywho, I will be using my excessive free time to blog more and post more pictures of things such as my trip to Europe on flickr (which show up somewhere on my blog page). Hopefully I will find something more interesting to write about besides being a wusspuss about my silly situation.

God, I hate sleepy little towns. Ironically I grew up in one.

Another place.

Another dream of Europe. Venice this time. Except I thought it was Vienna with lots of water. And everything was in dollers rather than euros and was incredibly expensive.