You Ain't Shit...

Didn't really get up to much last night/today so far. But I figured I'd share some stuff. Since being in Jasper I've come across a couple of different types of shit. The one above is dried up horse shit and it reminds me of shredded wheat. This is elk shit. It reminds me of coaco puffs.

This is the asshole rock that I stubbed my toe on the other day. It's pretty much flat on the ground. It must've jumped.

This nasty blood packet under my skin is the result of stubbing my toe on that asshole rock.

I worked at 7 this morning. It sucked. I had to wake up at like 6am. Ugh. I woke up early in the morning and looked at my clock and it said it was 4:30am, so I was all like "woah, sweet! I get to sleep for like an hour and a half more!" So I fell back to sleep and I swear my alarm went off like 3 minutes later. I hate when that happens.

This is Trevor. He's the owners cat. I love him. But not more than Gritts.I like this picture of her because she's smiling.

I remembered that I had pictures from my old computer on a bunch of cds so I decided to put some of them on my new computer last night.
This one is from 2006 when Sister and I went to Mexico for Christmas. I'm 17.Raia, Myself and Sarah at my 20th birthday party, a year and a half ago. Woot!

This one is from grade 12, the night that my good friend Tyler became King Tyler. I think he broke ribs that night. Raia with her cousins last summer. She looks like an indian.

Apparently I'm angry about something.I kind of miss my lesbian haircut. It was so easy to deal with.

I have to go do laundry now. ugh. This blog is good for procrastinating. Oh, and I may not update for a couple days, I'm road trippin' up to to Prince George tomorrow after work to spend my days off with Jenn.

What's this about a barbecue?

The famous words of Jim Tichner.

I was invited to a philipino barbecue last night and I was so in. I got off work early so I figured I’d just laze around the apartment for a bit then go see what was going on. I beaked it out on the computer for a while then decided that it’d be a great idea to get high before the barbecue. So I loaded up Sir Cobbins, opened my window and lit him up. I made sure to blow all the smoke out the window but by the time I was done, I was sure my room absolutely reeked, so I sprayed fresh linen scented febreze. I love this shit.

I chilled in the apartment for a little bit longer before heading down the hall to Diolan and Carina’s place. Apparently they were both too tired for the barbecue so I was going to drive Girard and I up there. Carina calls Girard to see where he is and says some stuff I don’t understand and he arrives shortly after. Then they all (Carina, Diolan, Girard and Maloo) start talking like mad. I have no idea what they’re saying but everytime I hear my name (oleebia, is how they say it) and the word barbecue my ears perk and I try my darndest to try to understand. It doesn’t work. Finally Girard turns to me and tells me that Auntie Edna is going to be giving us a ride. Who the fuck is Auntie Edna? I’ve never heard this name before and I immediately start laughing. I assumed he was pulling my leg. Apparently Auntie Edna is their recruter, or something like that. She's the lady who sets up jobs for them when they arrive in Jasper. I still think it's funny they call her Auntie Edna.

Damnit, I don't have a picture of her. But this has Girard's "Older Sister" in it. She's in the red. When he told me she was his older sister I said "Wow, you have a lot of family here!" This time he was actually pulling my leg and he laughed at me. Jerk.

This is Techie. She's always laughing. She taught me a joke. It had to to with chickenbeef. I can only remember part of it now. It involves philipino words. Techie tried to get me to guess how old she is. I refused. She's 31.

Ugh, I work a 7 tomorrow morning. I should really get to bed. Dang it.

Pubic Hair

The past two evenings I've hung out with my philipino friends from work. (I've only recently found out that it should be spelt filipino, but I don't care. I like it my way.) Well, they are some of the most hilarious people I've ever met. And I only know what they're saying 25% of time. Maybe they're not saying funny shit the 75% of the time I don't know what they're saying and therefore not as hilarious as I seem to think they are. But hey, I don't really care.

So over these past few days I've come to realize that 7up/sprite, cheetos and icecream are the philipinos favourite Canadian snacks. I get offered at least one of the three everytime I hang out with them. Total bonus when it's all three.

I found this lovely couple at Conrado and Girards' place. Apparently a guest at the hotel we work at left them there. I mostly love that they have pubic hair. Such detail. And that the mouth on the woman is painted in a very suggestive way. har har har. They have a poodle.

Girard played the guitar for a bit and then we had an I'm Yours sing-a-long. Highlight of my thursday night. He unfortunately didn't know any Jack Johnson, but I think he's learning some.

Perv.

My California Raisin tried to pull moves on my roommates' Puffalump. What a jerk. At least all he managed was a bit of inner thigh. He still has that cocky smile on his face.

Yeah, this kid, who's like 13 years old btw, has mountain bike training wheels.

Whoops.

Hangin' with the Flips.

Today I hi-jacked a bicycle. My philipino friends, Diolan, (pronounced Joylan) Carina and Maloo assisted me.

Actually, they hi-jacked it. I just rode it. They wanted to go for a ride into town but I do not own a bike yet so we borrowed one. It belongs to another co-worker of ours. I'm jealous of it and wish it was mine.

It was a pretty great adventure. I had no idea what they were saying 75% of the time because they were speaking their native language (tegallo or tellago, I'm not sure what it's called) but when the chose to speak English it was hilarious. We went to a bunch of silly tourist shops. Quite amusing.

I couldn't help but laugh at this sweater. Who in their right mind would buy this? It was on sale.

After the tourist shops we went to the grocery store and bought some goodies (satsumas, cheesies and pringles) then went and sat on a bench and ate them. Delicious.

Diolan squatting.

Maloo and Carina, they're best friends

I'm the Queen of the Castle

The weather in Alberta is so damn random. It can never decide what exactly it wants to do and that pisses me off. At least back home (Comox Valley, on Vancouver Island) if it’s raining/overcast, it’s probably going to be like that all day. This morning when I woke up and looked outside it was a dull looking day with only clouds in the sky and I accepted that. I figured I could still go outside, take a walk and enjoy myself so I jumped in the shower. Upon exiting the shower and looking outside, about 13 minutes since I’d first looked out, it had turned into a beautiful day with only a few clouds and blue skies. Totally stoked! I decided that I’d climb up my mountain, (I only call it that because I have absolutely no idea what it’s actually called) lie in the sun and read a book. So I stuffed my backpack full of shit, including a delicious lunch, and set out for the trek up. On my way up i realize that it’s really fucking hot out, so hot in fact that my backpack straps were a little bit moist with sweat.(pretty, I know)
So I’m lying in my meadow on top of my mountain, enjoying the sun and my book when the sun goes behind a cloud and I start to get rained on. Not a lot, but it was cold. I wait it out and eventually the sun comes back. It does this about 5 times while I’m up there. What the heck?! Weather! Make a fucking decision. I stayed up there for about 3 hours regardless and only came back home because I had to pee and thought it unethical to squat in a National Park. Yesterday I did a little mini work-out consisting mostly of squats and lunges (I used zoodles/shreks as weights, so ghetto) and my ass/thighs are majorly sore making the downhill walk home a bit rough. I stubbed my toe on a rock at one point and had to hobble for about 5 minutes before it stopped hurting and I could walk normally. Oh nature.

The very 1st one

Tonight I went to see Angels&Demons. Alone. Of course, since I have yet to meet any completely amazing people in this silly little town of Jasper. Don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying myself here but it’d be nice to meet someone that I am compatible with. (I’ve actually got my eyes set at this cool kid at the laundromat) Aaanyways, the movie, the best part was at the end when the people standing around in St. Peters Square get pelted by Ewan McGregors (mmmm, check out the hilaarious picture of him posing seductivly in a kilt) seemingly dead body. Had I not been at the movie alone I would have gutted myself laughing at it.

I’ve decided to start this blog because my bffl, Raia, started one of her own just before we left Calgary. I love checking it in the mornings to see if she’s blogged and I thought perhaps Raia, and eventually others, would like to do the same with my page. I am totally new to the whole writing a blog thing, I’ve only recently become a follower of a few. So I am hoping that you will all bear with me while I figure out what exactly I am doing.

Oh, and also, I got CONTACTS today! I’m totally excited about them. My sunnies fit so much better now that I don’t have to wear them over glasses. Woot!