Stagnation. I am SO sick of my job. Don't get me wrong. I don't mind having a job. I don't mind working. But when you're stuck memorizing codes for three weeks straight, doing nothing but standing around in the produce aisles trying not to get into anyone's way, it's simply a waste of time. Even though I'm getting paid for it, it isn't worth the money. Occasionally, you help the cashiers bag for the customers, but other than that, there is no actual work being done. I understand that it's all part of the preparation for putting us on the machines, but at least give us something to do. Since school is starting soon, I'll probably have to quit. By the time I get home, I have 15 minutes to eat dinner, get changed, and walk the 10 minute walk to the store. This is also my graduating year, and I have to do well or I'm toast when it comes to university. I feel like I'm slowly....slowly...rotting....away...zzz...

My godmother and godfather are coming to visit Toronto with their son in about a week. Howay! Howay! 'Way! 'Way! Howay!

Goofy grin. Good concert. July 17th. One Wild Night Tour. Molson Amp. Apart from the fact that Jon and Co. were mere specks on stage, and that several people around us were smoking pot, it was a great show. Lots of old songs, from older records: Lay Your Hands On Me, I'll Be There For You, Prayer, etc. I forget the order. Darn darn darn. Other songs played: Captain Crash, One Wild Night (of course), It's My Life, Just Older (mid-life crisis song!), Bed Of Roses (le sigh...), Dead or Alive, Wild in the Streets, You Give Love A Bad Name, Bad Medicine, Keep the Faith, I Got the Girl, and-- and...I forget what else. I'm sure my brother remembers.

According to said brother, their fashion sense has improved. No white "lab coat" for Richie this time. Dave seems to have a penchant for sparkly-type shirts. Tico looked spiffy, as ever. And as for Jon... I don't know what was better, the sexy pleather suit and cowboy hat or the spiffy Sopranos baseball shirt and rainbow coloured toque. Tough decision. He's a sweet talker, that one. After dancing with a Toronto lass during 'Bed of Roses': "Are all the girls in Canada this sweet?" Tee hee. And no, I am not smitten. ^_^

Another downer: most of the songs sounded exactly the same as on the CD's. The Toronto Star review complained that it was emotionally one-dimensional and that no one recognized the songs until the chorus came up. Stoopid man. If you actually listened to the albums before you went you would have recognized them.

Encore: Out comes the toque. I actually like the encore better than the concert (well, almost). Songs: Twist and Shout :), that spiffy Tequila song and Someday I'll Be Saturday Night. Hee hee. Incidentally, that's my current favourite (Bon Jovi) song, so I was happy.

And the best part is, apparently they're working on another new album, which means another tour... hee hee hee. Can't wait.

T minus 5 hours 'til concert...

Countdown to Bon Jovi Concert: 1 day. BOOYAH!

Countdown to Bon Jovi Concert: 2 days. Booyah!

Countdown to Bon Jovi Concert: 3 days. Booyah!

I've been listening to all of my brother's Bon Jovi CD's to prep myself. ^_^ I used to listen to them all the time (kind of a run-off effect of my brother's manic fandom), but I've forgotten most of the songs. Must... absorb... 80's... music...

"you know that little voice in your head that says maybe you shouldn't start a plumbing job because maybe you don't know what the hell you are doing and you might end up with a much larger problem than the one you started with? you know that voice? well, maybe you should listen to it." - ex machina.

Countdown to Bon Jovi Concert: 4 days. Booyah!

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Countdown to Bon Jovi Concert: 5 days. Booyah!

I say again: My Brain Hurts. Welp...I've started working at the supermarket. And I never, EVER want to see another apple again. All the new casheir trainees have to memorize the codes for all the produce. And there's an awful lot. I mean, 10 varieties of apples, oranges, cheeries, grapes, plums, etc., etc., etc. I feel like I'm back in school, cramming for an exam or something.

What was really funny was at a meeting a couple days earlier (Orientation), all the new employees were sitting at a table, waiting for the woman who was training us to come back from the washroom, when a bout of dirty language comes pouring into the hallway.

"...you don't know anything, b****, so shut your mouth!" (talking to a guy)
"I'm not your b****!"

And so on and so forth. All of a sudden, silence reigns and someone whispers, "Hey, dude...orientation!" to which a loud voice replies, "Damn! Orientation? Why didn't anyone tell me there was orientation going on!"

Aha. Ahahahahaha.

I'm on a roll, baby! A week ago, I was unemployed and at a loss as to what I was going to be doing for the rest of the summer. And all of a sudden, BANG! I get a call from Longo's. Cashier job...okay, it's at night and only three nights a week, but it's still a job! That same day, I get a call from the hospital. It turns out they actually do need volunteers. And today I got a call from the art teacher at a daycamp, so I'll be volunteering there as well. Sw33t!

I found another Hoyan! And the third character of her chinese name is the same as mine! Spiffy cool.

Darn. No flying cows. Well, yesterday there was a severe thunderstorm warning in effect for most of southern Ontario, as well as a tornado warning in effect for areas just north of Toronto. So come 6 pm, the wind starts to pick up, a little thunder, a spattering of rain and...the sun comes out. Not a puddle on the ground. Bah! So much for a thunderstorm, much less a tornado.

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Breakfast Club. I love 80's movies. Especially this one. The Breakfast Club was on CItyTV today. Watched it during lunch. I like the way it dissects the whole high-school clique system.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong.

But we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are.

You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.

But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...an athlete...a basketcase...a princess...and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.

Fan service, hooo! I saw Tombraider today. Not bad. A little cheesy. Cool fights. But some (many) scenes felt like they were there to simply please the fans. Examples, Lara's shower, that pseudo-bungee-jumping-in-pyjamas...but I guess the entire movie was for the fans. Yeesh.

Happy Canada Day!!

Celebrated Canada's 134th birthday by sleeping in, watching Unbreakable, eating lots of cake-mix cake, and laughing hysterically at Rick Mercer's "Talking to Americans" (This Hour Has 22 Minutes Special). Incase you don't know, the show is a part of a Canadian comedy television show. Rick Mercer approaches Americans in various cities, telling them rediculous things about Canada. Here are some highlights:

"Congratulations, Canada, on making Beaver Balls your national dish!"

"Did you hear? Our Prime Minister, Tim Horton, just got a double-double."

"(Canadian) Prime Minister Jean Poutine, who said that he wouldn't endorse any candidate, said that you look like the man who should lead the free world into the 21st century. So what do you think about that? How is his endorsement?"

Dubya's response: "I appreciate his strong statement. He understands, I believe, in free trade. He understands I want to make sure our relations with our most important nation, our neighbours to the north, the Canadians, is strong, and we'll work closely together."

"Congratulations Canada, our Eskimo neighbours to the South, on your new Mount Mulroneyuk."

"Congratulations Canada on preserving your national igloo."