wy and the never ending butt dials

If I had to guess, I would say that I get three to five butt dials per week. Now given what a butt dial is, I know that my friends don't mean to do this, but it annoys the crap out of me!! Sometimes I will have seven missed calls from the same person because they keep jarring their phone around just so that it ends up dialing my number over and over and over and OVER again.

I believe the frequency that I get these calls is because of my initials making me the last entry in most people's phones. Does this happen to my brothers too? I doubt it happens as much to Peter as P lands in the middle of the alphabet. Maybe Andy gets lots of butt dials too because he's at the top and at the bottom of the alphabet. Bah. So irritating.

I don't know which I find more annoying. 1) Being butt dialed repeatedly for fifteen minutes or 2) being butt dialed and then being left a three minute message of nothing but either a cell phone being jostled around in a handbag or a message of someone else's random conversation. Sometimes the conversations are funny and entertaining, but that's super rare. Use the key lock on your cell phones people!!!!

Mood: slightly agitated

Listening to: Virgin Radio 99.9

morning observations

I am currently* on a GO train heading to school from Mississauga. I was visiting family yesterday, hence the rare morning commute to school today. I figured that since it will take 30 minutes to get to Union Station, I might as well utilize the mobile capabilities of my laptop and blog about some things I noticed on the bus and the train. Note that it is a rather dreary rainy morning today.

1) People are inconsiderate
When I got on the bus in the morning, I noticed there were three or four people sitting in the front half of the bus that had their bags and other miscellaneous items on the seat beside them. Not really a big deal until we got to a bus stop that had about ten passengers boarding the bus. The aforementioned riders made no attempt to move their belongings to free up seats until they were asked to by a new passenger. Most of the bags were moved and all was dandy except for this one girl. She rolled her eyes at the person asking her to move her stuff and then moved her book bag and umbrella begrudgingly. WTF? Did your mother not teach you any manners? Were you raised by wolves? Did you pay for two seats? The fact that she was so dim as to put a wet umbrella on a dry seat is another matter.

2) Big man & a little umbrella
I am carrying a smaller travel umbrella today because I didn’t want to haul around a golf umbrella with me yesterday when there was only a risk of showers. However, today’s forecast definitely called for rain so if I were at home, I would have most definitely toted my golf umbrella with me and probably my rain boots too. Now, I am all of 5’2” and a compact travel umbrella almost does the job of keeping me dry, but my feet and pant legs still get a bit of a splashing depending on how hard it is raining. If you are the slightest bit taller than 5’2”, why the heck do you even OWN a compact travel umbrella? There was a man waiting on the train platform who was probably around the 5’10” mark. His umbrella was smaller than mine and he was more than just splashed from the chest down. Now maybe I’m making a sweeping generalization with the next statement, but most people do not enjoy going to work in damp clothing.

3) Going to high school in the suburbs is not fun
On my way to the bus stop, I saw a bunch of teens standing in the rain at a random street corner. I didn’t know why they were all congregated there until a school bus pulled up and they all hopped on. I have always lived very close to my schools. My first elementary school is across the street from the home that my parents still live in and I’ve never lived farther than three blocks or so of any other school until I got to college so taking a school bus to school is actually a foreign activity for me. Then I saw another teen being dropped off at the school bus stop after the bus pulled away. You need a ride to the school bus stop? How far do you live from your school? He then hopped back into his mom’s car and asked to be dropped at the next stop to catch up with the bus.

I hope that these observations are rare. I really don’t want to have to do a morning commute ever in my future.

*typed on the Go train and later uploaded while not paying attention in class

other people's food quirks

I am home sick for the first part of the day so I figure I can fill in some of my waking time with a blog. I will be returning to bed to hibernate until I have to work at 6 o'clock. Hopefully the extra rest will have whatever it is that I have to pass over relatively quickly.

To go along with my previous post about my food quirks, I've decided to blog about the food quirks I've noticed in some of my beloved friends and families. Instead of naming names, I will just number the quirks and you can guess who the quirk belongs to.

1) Tomatoes in various forms
I have a friend who does not eat raw tomatoes, but eats bruschetta, salsa, tomato sauce, and ketchup. I understand that raw tomatoes are very different from tomato sauce and ketchup, but the tomatoes in bruschetta are raw too.

2) Stop touching!!
Another friend habitually separates her food so the items on her plate are not touching. I believe this is due to her having a mild case of OCD. Ideally, she would like her food served on separate plates thus ensuring that nothing would touch. She pushes the meat, the starch, and the veg away from each other so there's a small defined space between all the items on her plate.

3) Why aren't you touching?!?!
The same friend also wants ALL of her food touching, if it's meant to be touching i.e. pad thai. If a dish should be mixed thoroughly and it's not, she will take a minute to stir all of her food together.

4) Smaller pieces, please!
Another friend has the compulsion to cut up her food into little pieces all at once, much like a parent would do for a small child at the beginning of a meal. She does thing when dining in the company of people who know her well and have come to expect this. She has told me that she does not do this when she is out eating with people she doesn't know very well and when she's out at a fancier restaurant.

5) Guinness and girly drinks
I have a male friend that used to drink pints upon pints of Guinness. To give you an idea of this man's physical size, he could probably kill me with two or three good swings. I actually started drinking Guinness because this friend insisted that it was so delicious and I eventually forced myself to like it. While he would be drinking a pint of Guinness, I would sometimes order a girly cocktail. He would then take a sip of it and steal it from me claiming it as his own. He would never order himself a girly drink, but would happily rip them out of my girly hands.

6) Starch, veg, then meat
I have a friend that would eat all of the starch, then all of the veg, and then start working on the meat. I always found it odd because he is the only person I know that eats that way. Most people I know, regardless of their other food quirks, would eat things somewhat evenly. I don't know if he still eats his meals like this, but I always thought it was weird.

These are all of the quirks I can think of right now. Time to head back to bed.

some people should get hit by cars

I'm super lucky when it comes to work because I live on Richmond Street pretty much two blocks directly north of my place of employment. I can walk to work in under ten minutes and there have been times when I've gotten out of bed literally 15 minutes prior to my start time and have made it to work with time to spare.

I always walk on the west side of Brant Street because there is a crosswalk at Brant & King that makes crossing the street super easy compared to jay walking. I get to the crosswalk, push the button to make the lights flash, looks to make sure cars are stopping and then cross. I use this crosswalk at least once every shift that I work, twice if I'm heading to work from home.

Now what boggles my mind is the amount of people who do not know how to use a crosswalk. I am not even slightly exaggerating when I say that every time I approach this crosswalk, there is some idiot who doesn't know how to use the crosswalk and nearly causes a traffic accident. People will stand at the crosswalk without pushing the button and then look at traffic. Cars will slow down, but the person won't start crossing so the car starts moving and then the person will start crossing at the same time that the car started moving and then there is the start/stop motion that confuses the shit out of everyone on the road. Push the frickin' button and then cross the road. Bah!

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Day 19

I am a bit behind in my "assignments." I still need to make a happiness collage which is basically anything makes me smile and gives me joy. I also need to write a "Dear Asshole..." letter that I haven't gotten around to yet. I'm scared of the hand cramp I'm going to give myself writing that letter. I like how the authour specifically writes "NEVER show him the letter!!" Can you imagine getting a "Dear Asshole..." letter from your ex? No thanks.

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I know this post is really random and poorly written. To be honest, I'm blogging really because I feel that it's been too long since I last blogged. I will have a better post soon.

Day 5

Day 5 of my 30 days to curing a broken heart and Day 3 of the U.S. Open. The last two days have been good. Some tears welled up, but I forced myself to hold them in since crying would mean breaking rules from Day 3.

Day 4 involved buying a new journal and writing how about how I'm feeling for no less than 15 minutes, and then writing about how I'm feeling about him for no less than 15 minutes. I was surprised how easy it was to write continuously for over 15 minutes. My hand was cramping by the time I was done with writing about my feelings. I think that's part of the reason the book says to write for 15 minutes. By the time you're done writing about you, your hand is cramping, your brain is somewhat exhausted, and you really don't want to think about more feelings and write them down. In addition to writing about my feelings and my feelings about him, Day 5 has me "being my own best friend." Now when I write, I am to include all negative lines that I direct at myself and leave a space in between each line. I am then to go back to the first line once I'm done listing these negative thoughts and write a reply to them as if it were my best friend saying those things about herself.

For example:

Negative line:
I will never find anyone who will love me.

Response:
That is a lie. There is someone out there who will love you more than you can imagine. You just have to kiss a bunch of ugly frogs before you find him.

I need to decide when I will write daily for the next 25 days. I figure it's best to get into a routine and write at the same time daily, but with school and work starting up again, I don't know if that will be possible. First thing in the morning will not work because I have 8 a.m. classes. Before bed would work, in theory, but considering that I will sometimes have to work until 1 a.m. and then go to an 8 a.m. class, before bed will also be a no-go. I'll probably sneak in quiet journal time in between classes and shifts.

I am now watching the U.S. Open live and I am LOVING it. I don't have cable hooked up yet so the lovely T.V. that I bought off of Bradley is just sitting there. I will get around to it soon. My plan for today was to set up the live stream from usopen.org and unpack the rest of my boxes and clean up the main floor of my apartment. So far, I have set up the live stream...