Dolbeau house just called to say the bus left, meaning we have about 45 minutes before we leave.
I'm shaking.
29.6.10
26.6.10
murder, mystery, and plant life.
Haha the captions for this one are going to be short and sweet as well, because 1)I can't be arsed, 2)we moved most of the stuff out of our house yesterday and cleaned it from top to bottom so I feel lazy. Tomorrow morning we're going camping on an island for debriefing till the following tuesday, and wednesday morning at 1:45 am we leave on the bus for QC airport. (I go QC-Toronto-Calgary-Abbotsford, arriving at about 4 pm, meaning I get a full day of travel money beeyatches!)
Yesterday my job was to clean two of the bathrooms and then LA and Jess helped me clean the creepy serial killer basement. It is COVERED in spider webs and dead bugs and, most sinister of all, dryer lint (all of this with uneven rock walls and floors and dim lighting). I used R2D2 (the weird vintage vacuum we have after I broke the shopvac trying to suck up spiders during my last house managing week) to suck up a lot of crap, including some water. It was in this hole in the ground that some pipes go into, and I didn't realize the reflection was a reflection. Luckily, I was able to pull out before R2 got too wet.
We also found a door we'd never noticed before, with a creepy french message that said:
After some dithering, I finally inched forward, Fred's video camera trained on me as I unlatched the hook holding the door closed, and pushed it open. GAH! The light switched on by itself, and there was one of those creepy real fake fur monkeys with plastic hands and feet staring at us from the top shelf. But other than that, it was a forgotten pantry. Jessica found a couple cans of rotten grease, but when she tried to put one of them in the garbage can I was holding, I dropped the garbage can because I rock, spilling old grease all over the floor. It Stank. So I poured about half a cup of straight bleach onto it to mask the smell and definitively disinfect the area.
Anyway.
murder mystery night in french.
Clovis, resident magician in the travelling circus where our story takes place.
The clown I cannot remember the name of haha.
Abdul the snake charmer, who turned out to actually be named Morris. What a fake.
The bearded lady, who ended up being the murderer, because the circus owner had stolen her novels and published them, keeping all the profits for himself. I know, I look great.
The wife of the magician, assistant to the dead boss. Hair, makeup, wardrobe done by the girls of the house. Also Jordan's first time in drag. His breasts are apples.
jardin scullion.
I went with my work on a fieldtrip type thing for the moms and their kids.
This picture makes me sad, because the focus and colours are so cool, but the composition is not what I wanted.
Buttercup.
Goat.
Aphid. Took. So. Long. to Focus. Properly. Now I know why people buy SLRs, where they can control the focus, instead of just putting it on macro, and refocusing until your camera does what you want. Or maybe I just need to read the users manual.
Upstairs in the main building, they also have a GIANT fresco. They call it la fresque geante. Go figure.
Oh, and then we went back to the petting zoo area and the kids did a scavenger hunt where you had to find all 10 flowers that were the same colour as the one glued to your envelope. We had extras so I did it too. SO. HARD. I was the last one to finish, and I only found 9.
HUMILIATING.
ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE WHO HID THE FLOWERS.
Anyway, this is a picture of some cows.
4 DAYS.
Yesterday my job was to clean two of the bathrooms and then LA and Jess helped me clean the creepy serial killer basement. It is COVERED in spider webs and dead bugs and, most sinister of all, dryer lint (all of this with uneven rock walls and floors and dim lighting). I used R2D2 (the weird vintage vacuum we have after I broke the shopvac trying to suck up spiders during my last house managing week) to suck up a lot of crap, including some water. It was in this hole in the ground that some pipes go into, and I didn't realize the reflection was a reflection. Luckily, I was able to pull out before R2 got too wet.
We also found a door we'd never noticed before, with a creepy french message that said:
SMILE
THE LIGHT
IS COMING
After some dithering, I finally inched forward, Fred's video camera trained on me as I unlatched the hook holding the door closed, and pushed it open. GAH! The light switched on by itself, and there was one of those creepy real fake fur monkeys with plastic hands and feet staring at us from the top shelf. But other than that, it was a forgotten pantry. Jessica found a couple cans of rotten grease, but when she tried to put one of them in the garbage can I was holding, I dropped the garbage can because I rock, spilling old grease all over the floor. It Stank. So I poured about half a cup of straight bleach onto it to mask the smell and definitively disinfect the area.
Anyway.
murder mystery night in french.
Clovis, resident magician in the travelling circus where our story takes place.
The clown I cannot remember the name of haha.
Abdul the snake charmer, who turned out to actually be named Morris. What a fake.
The bearded lady, who ended up being the murderer, because the circus owner had stolen her novels and published them, keeping all the profits for himself. I know, I look great.
The wife of the magician, assistant to the dead boss. Hair, makeup, wardrobe done by the girls of the house. Also Jordan's first time in drag. His breasts are apples.
jardin scullion.
I went with my work on a fieldtrip type thing for the moms and their kids.
This picture makes me sad, because the focus and colours are so cool, but the composition is not what I wanted.
Buttercup.
Goat.
Aphid. Took. So. Long. to Focus. Properly. Now I know why people buy SLRs, where they can control the focus, instead of just putting it on macro, and refocusing until your camera does what you want. Or maybe I just need to read the users manual.
Upstairs in the main building, they also have a GIANT fresco. They call it la fresque geante. Go figure.
Oh, and then we went back to the petting zoo area and the kids did a scavenger hunt where you had to find all 10 flowers that were the same colour as the one glued to your envelope. We had extras so I did it too. SO. HARD. I was the last one to finish, and I only found 9.
HUMILIATING.
ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE WHO HID THE FLOWERS.
Anyway, this is a picture of some cows.
4 DAYS.
24.6.10
veel duh kebek.
Last weekend, we went to Quebec City, which was awesome possum. We stayed at the YWCA, where the showers are so high-pressure they could blast your nipples off even if the water wasn't scalding hot and there was no knob to adjust them. I ended up standing to the side of the stream and splashing water onto myself with my hands. We went to La Musee de l'Amerique francaise, La Musee Naval, La Citadelle, La Chute Montmorency, Les Plaines d'Abraham, and then spent a lot of free time shopping and watching street performers. I also tried a beavertail, which was absolutely disgusting, but people who'd had them before said they weren't real beavertails, which is a bummer. It was a really hot weekend, and therefore I sweat my proverbial male reproductive organs right off. And that's about all I have to say, so the captions will now be really short, haha. A picture is worth 1000 words anyway.
This is us in QC, walking.
This is a group of tourists with a fountain.
This is us at the Citadel, with a gigantic cannon.
This is me at the Citadel, with a stuffed goat.
This is me at the Gov. Gen. residence in the Citadel, guarding.
This is a street performer swallowing a balloon. Not a compromising photo at all.
This is a woman balancing things. She started playing the accordion too.
This was a super skinny man after he laid on a pile of crushed glass, and had a big guy stand on his back for a bit.
La chute de Montmorency.
Us and the chute.
The only way to get to the bottom/return to the top without paying for the gondola on a sunday.
Champed it. At a run. My body had no idea what was going on. "Exercise?! What the poo is that?!?!"
Regard the base of the mountain to the left of the viewing area, and you shall find Tom, Fred, and Andreanne's handiwork.
Yeah, I can't see that well, so here's a closeup.
6 DAYS.
This is us in QC, walking.
This is a group of tourists with a fountain.
This is us at the Citadel, with a gigantic cannon.
This is me at the Citadel, with a stuffed goat.
This is me at the Gov. Gen. residence in the Citadel, guarding.
This is a street performer swallowing a balloon. Not a compromising photo at all.
This is a woman balancing things. She started playing the accordion too.
This was a super skinny man after he laid on a pile of crushed glass, and had a big guy stand on his back for a bit.
La chute de Montmorency.
Us and the chute.
The only way to get to the bottom/return to the top without paying for the gondola on a sunday.
Champed it. At a run. My body had no idea what was going on. "Exercise?! What the poo is that?!?!"
Regard the base of the mountain to the left of the viewing area, and you shall find Tom, Fred, and Andreanne's handiwork.
Yeah, I can't see that well, so here's a closeup.
6 DAYS.
23.6.10
the first picture shows nipple.
I am writing this to you from the floor of the computer room. I have the keyboard on my lap and the mouse on the floor beside me, while I have pulled the monitor to the edge of the desk so I can see it. I feel very much in touch with my asian ancestors.
I can't believe I am so close to coming home! We move almost everything out of our house this friday, since this is the last rotation in Alma, and right after that, we leave for debriefing on an ISLAND! It will be so cool. Apparently it's like the size of a football field, and the cabin we'll be kind of using (we're still bringing tents) is the only house on it! Reminds me of Charis' grandparents' cabin, where those present went traipsing through the garden of eden, as it were. (however, I shant be doing any of that this weekend)
ANYWAY. Day two of Chicoutimi!
We sooooo went through a carwash put on by a hockey team. Gives me a much greater appreciation for the sport, I must say.
The beach in la Baie des Ha! Ha! We were out there, and then the water started coming in REALLY fast, so we left, because we had stuff to do other than be trapped because I didn't want to take my shoes off. (too many laces. they need to sell cool-looking velcro shoes for adults.)
La musée de fjord, or something. They had an owl.
Sweet magician guy who put on a show at the museum. Me and LA got his autograph. It was a show meant for children, but we still had a lot of fun. There was one part where I was laughing really loudly when other people weren't (you know how I am), and he looks at me and goes "C'est ma soeur." (That's my sister). Made my day.
Giuseppe blowin a beluga.
I could word that better, but I shant.
Picnic in the same park as the day before, and the same park as BEACHBOYSBOHFGJDFHG.
In the parking lot, some old guy with hunchback and cane asked LA which way the Beach Boys concert was. At that point, we knew it was really going to be an all ages show hahah.
Pruuuuuunnneeeee.
Cool tambourine man from The Mockingbirds, who opened. He also played the piano, and grooved the whole time, which was quite agreeable to me.
This is me, frighteningly excited to see the Beach Boys.
Mike Love! He sang pretty darn well for a 69 year old hahah.
Bruce Johnston! He looks so suave in that baseball cap.
Hahaha, okay. You see that woman in the tight blue micro-mini? She was SO drunk. Like, screaming and flailing and falling off the railing, which was quite amusing, but then we see THIS:
That, my sons, is toilet paper. It hung there for a good five minutes before security escorted her out for first being in the wrong section, and then trying to get back into the section after they'd walked away. It wasn't just the TP we saw either--count yourself lucky that you aren't going to see her pubes.
I personally don't find butts all that exciting, so when LA and Jordan were fawning over the guy we called Blink-182, for reasons which are probably not at all clear to you, I had them teach me what a good butt looked like. I spent the majority of the night then comparing the butts of everyone around us to this guy.
Despite the fact that this Beach Boys band only contains two of the original members. and I honestly thought all of them were dead before Emilie told us about the concert, the sound was still good and I had a great time! Who says old people can't rock! I feel that this was an excellent way to lose my concert virginity. Speaking of bands I thought were gone, Hanson is coming to Vancouver on Sept 25, which is 2 days after my 19th birthday, and it's a 19+ show. IT IS A SIGN.
Even better, I actually really like their new album, so I won't be going just because I like them from their mmmbop days haha.
Unfortunately, they all will have reduced sperm count because of the tightness of their pants, but they make up for it with cool dance moves.
LEGGY BLOOONDE, GOOD BYE, GOOD BYYYYEEE.
comment, or I'll think you don't love me.
I can't believe I am so close to coming home! We move almost everything out of our house this friday, since this is the last rotation in Alma, and right after that, we leave for debriefing on an ISLAND! It will be so cool. Apparently it's like the size of a football field, and the cabin we'll be kind of using (we're still bringing tents) is the only house on it! Reminds me of Charis' grandparents' cabin, where those present went traipsing through the garden of eden, as it were. (however, I shant be doing any of that this weekend)
ANYWAY. Day two of Chicoutimi!
We sooooo went through a carwash put on by a hockey team. Gives me a much greater appreciation for the sport, I must say.
The beach in la Baie des Ha! Ha! We were out there, and then the water started coming in REALLY fast, so we left, because we had stuff to do other than be trapped because I didn't want to take my shoes off. (too many laces. they need to sell cool-looking velcro shoes for adults.)
La musée de fjord, or something. They had an owl.
Sweet magician guy who put on a show at the museum. Me and LA got his autograph. It was a show meant for children, but we still had a lot of fun. There was one part where I was laughing really loudly when other people weren't (you know how I am), and he looks at me and goes "C'est ma soeur." (That's my sister). Made my day.
Giuseppe blowin a beluga.
I could word that better, but I shant.
Picnic in the same park as the day before, and the same park as BEACHBOYSBOHFGJDFHG.
In the parking lot, some old guy with hunchback and cane asked LA which way the Beach Boys concert was. At that point, we knew it was really going to be an all ages show hahah.
Pruuuuuunnneeeee.
Cool tambourine man from The Mockingbirds, who opened. He also played the piano, and grooved the whole time, which was quite agreeable to me.
This is me, frighteningly excited to see the Beach Boys.
Mike Love! He sang pretty darn well for a 69 year old hahah.
Bruce Johnston! He looks so suave in that baseball cap.
Hahaha, okay. You see that woman in the tight blue micro-mini? She was SO drunk. Like, screaming and flailing and falling off the railing, which was quite amusing, but then we see THIS:
That, my sons, is toilet paper. It hung there for a good five minutes before security escorted her out for first being in the wrong section, and then trying to get back into the section after they'd walked away. It wasn't just the TP we saw either--count yourself lucky that you aren't going to see her pubes.
I personally don't find butts all that exciting, so when LA and Jordan were fawning over the guy we called Blink-182, for reasons which are probably not at all clear to you, I had them teach me what a good butt looked like. I spent the majority of the night then comparing the butts of everyone around us to this guy.
Despite the fact that this Beach Boys band only contains two of the original members. and I honestly thought all of them were dead before Emilie told us about the concert, the sound was still good and I had a great time! Who says old people can't rock! I feel that this was an excellent way to lose my concert virginity. Speaking of bands I thought were gone, Hanson is coming to Vancouver on Sept 25, which is 2 days after my 19th birthday, and it's a 19+ show. IT IS A SIGN.
Even better, I actually really like their new album, so I won't be going just because I like them from their mmmbop days haha.
Unfortunately, they all will have reduced sperm count because of the tightness of their pants, but they make up for it with cool dance moves.
LEGGY BLOOONDE, GOOD BYE, GOOD BYYYYEEE.
comment, or I'll think you don't love me.
17.6.10
a diva is a female version of a hustler.
OF A HUSTLER, OF A OF A HUSTLER.
Oh, how Beyoncé has brightened my life.
Can you believe I am blogging about things that happened only a week ago? Such a strange feeling--I find myself disoriented.
We leave for a weekend in Quebec City tomorrow after work, and I am STOKED. I will have to pack reeeeaaalllly quickly after work tomorrow, though.
We had a grape dinner! Evidently, none of us really know what grapes look like, but it was a lot of fun anyway. After dinner, LA put all of the balloons she could on herself, and then went outside to take pictures. On the way out the door, she tripped off the step and fell on the ground, popping a few. It still left enough for us to pop for quite a long time. If you're interested in the video, you can find it here, on Jordan's blog.
kite festival set-up.
Me and LA split off from the group because one of the organizers needed two people, but in the end, she didn't really need us, so we lounged a bit and took some pictures. The rest of the group had nothing to do for the first hour either, haha, but I'm trying not to think about the sleep I missed out on.
Some of us worked on pounding stakes into the ground on the airfield where the festival is taking place, to create a track for people kite surfing, if I remember correctly. Jess and I were originally on a team, and were using a small mallet, as it was the only one left. Two females with a sub-standard hammer was apparently not acceptable to the man we nicknamed "Interceptor", as he, nearly without fail, would walk up to us just as we were raising the hammer, smile at us, and then start hammering it in himself. It took something like 10 stakes to shake him off, and with 3 or 4 other groups doing it was well, we had to cover a lot of distance to have the freedom to pound our own sticks.
Jessica, after we had crossed two streams and hidden in various shrubs to shake off the Interceptor.
After the work was over, we got to tour the air traffic control tower! This guy kind of reminds me of Mantracker.
picnic in the park.
After the our out-of-town volunteering at the kite festival, we headed to a park in Chicoutimi to have dinner (the same park where I would later see The Beach Boys!). Somehow, gravity was reversed, and I managed to get my lard self onto the monkey bars. I was impressed that the young girl could do a handstand so effortlessly.
When the gravitational pull went back to normal, I decided to try the slide. Not too shabby.
You have no idea how many pictures Jessica and I took on the swings to get a picture where a) both of us were in it, and b) neither of us looked like your mum.
On the way back from the playground, we found Andreanne, who was feeling a tad out of sorts, asleep on the grass. Meaning to gently wake her form her peaceful slumber, we tip-toed over to her and spooned her on both sides. She was sleeping quite heavily, however, and so we had no choice but to take pictures and then creep away.
Then we actually ate supper, which was a very agreeable taco salad.
chicoutimi group's collective project.
After supper, we drove to the church where the Chicoutimi Katimagroup was putting on a fundraiser dance for the Cancer Society. We arrived veeerrryyy early, and rather than going in and possibly having to help set up, we crossed the road, hopped a fence, and went down to the beach.
JK + SO = <3
Me and Jessica's butt are great friends.
One of about 30 pictures Jess and I took together while waiting. We were practicing how to smile attractively at a camera while simultaneously reducing double chin danger.
Todd shaved his beard! And started running, apparently. Good little anecdote about Todd, actually:
We met the kite festival people at the Chicoutimi house that morning, and Todd comes out to say hi, and tells us how he was searching on google images for 'katimavik chicoutimi' since their group had had a picture taken of them for the news or something.
Todd: And then I saw a picture of my back hair, so I clicked on it, and it was Jordan's blog and it started talking about zoophilia and sexual orientation!
As you all know, that was my blog he found. In a way, it reminded me of how female authors used to publish under a man's name to hide their gender. Although, if I had a choice, my pseudonym would be something like "Count Reginald Burlington", rather than "Jordan Baldweiner", or whatever his name is. Such is the life of a female.
The dance. Don't worry, this was before people showed up haha.
ChaseJaceTyler! Jessica actually took this picture, and I am so grateful to her, but at the same time, this picture brings me so much pain. You see, Jordan and I decided we would hit on ChaseJaceTyler as much as we could that evening, and see who won. I didn't feel like I had much hope, as we were both quite sure he was gay, but you never know until you try. I did everything I could; I talked about anime, fursuits, Hamilton, techno; I used the word "sexy" more often that ever before in such a timeframe; I waggled my eyebrows suggestively on every second word! And yet, in the end, he refused me. He refused Jordan, too. He even refused Jessica, who had been talking to him quite a bit, probably so he could have a normal conversation where he wasn't being objectified. In the end, he chose Alex Wallace. (to refresh your memory, she was in PG group in BC, now in Dolbeau-Mistassini, and I slept on top of her at Mass-O and at Rotation Camp 1. I thought she liked me. D: ) His explanation was thus:
"Well, we live really close, so we're definitely going to see each other again. She lives like ten minutes from my dentist's office!"
Best reason to date. Ever.
But really, I wish them luck.
And a hint of things to come....
Have a good weekend, guys!
Oh, how Beyoncé has brightened my life.
Can you believe I am blogging about things that happened only a week ago? Such a strange feeling--I find myself disoriented.
We leave for a weekend in Quebec City tomorrow after work, and I am STOKED. I will have to pack reeeeaaalllly quickly after work tomorrow, though.
We had a grape dinner! Evidently, none of us really know what grapes look like, but it was a lot of fun anyway. After dinner, LA put all of the balloons she could on herself, and then went outside to take pictures. On the way out the door, she tripped off the step and fell on the ground, popping a few. It still left enough for us to pop for quite a long time. If you're interested in the video, you can find it here, on Jordan's blog.
kite festival set-up.
Me and LA split off from the group because one of the organizers needed two people, but in the end, she didn't really need us, so we lounged a bit and took some pictures. The rest of the group had nothing to do for the first hour either, haha, but I'm trying not to think about the sleep I missed out on.
Some of us worked on pounding stakes into the ground on the airfield where the festival is taking place, to create a track for people kite surfing, if I remember correctly. Jess and I were originally on a team, and were using a small mallet, as it was the only one left. Two females with a sub-standard hammer was apparently not acceptable to the man we nicknamed "Interceptor", as he, nearly without fail, would walk up to us just as we were raising the hammer, smile at us, and then start hammering it in himself. It took something like 10 stakes to shake him off, and with 3 or 4 other groups doing it was well, we had to cover a lot of distance to have the freedom to pound our own sticks.
Jessica, after we had crossed two streams and hidden in various shrubs to shake off the Interceptor.
After the work was over, we got to tour the air traffic control tower! This guy kind of reminds me of Mantracker.
picnic in the park.
After the our out-of-town volunteering at the kite festival, we headed to a park in Chicoutimi to have dinner (the same park where I would later see The Beach Boys!). Somehow, gravity was reversed, and I managed to get my lard self onto the monkey bars. I was impressed that the young girl could do a handstand so effortlessly.
When the gravitational pull went back to normal, I decided to try the slide. Not too shabby.
You have no idea how many pictures Jessica and I took on the swings to get a picture where a) both of us were in it, and b) neither of us looked like your mum.
On the way back from the playground, we found Andreanne, who was feeling a tad out of sorts, asleep on the grass. Meaning to gently wake her form her peaceful slumber, we tip-toed over to her and spooned her on both sides. She was sleeping quite heavily, however, and so we had no choice but to take pictures and then creep away.
Then we actually ate supper, which was a very agreeable taco salad.
chicoutimi group's collective project.
After supper, we drove to the church where the Chicoutimi Katimagroup was putting on a fundraiser dance for the Cancer Society. We arrived veeerrryyy early, and rather than going in and possibly having to help set up, we crossed the road, hopped a fence, and went down to the beach.
JK + SO = <3
Me and Jessica's butt are great friends.
One of about 30 pictures Jess and I took together while waiting. We were practicing how to smile attractively at a camera while simultaneously reducing double chin danger.
Todd shaved his beard! And started running, apparently. Good little anecdote about Todd, actually:
We met the kite festival people at the Chicoutimi house that morning, and Todd comes out to say hi, and tells us how he was searching on google images for 'katimavik chicoutimi' since their group had had a picture taken of them for the news or something.
Todd: And then I saw a picture of my back hair, so I clicked on it, and it was Jordan's blog and it started talking about zoophilia and sexual orientation!
As you all know, that was my blog he found. In a way, it reminded me of how female authors used to publish under a man's name to hide their gender. Although, if I had a choice, my pseudonym would be something like "Count Reginald Burlington", rather than "Jordan Baldweiner", or whatever his name is. Such is the life of a female.
The dance. Don't worry, this was before people showed up haha.
ChaseJaceTyler! Jessica actually took this picture, and I am so grateful to her, but at the same time, this picture brings me so much pain. You see, Jordan and I decided we would hit on ChaseJaceTyler as much as we could that evening, and see who won. I didn't feel like I had much hope, as we were both quite sure he was gay, but you never know until you try. I did everything I could; I talked about anime, fursuits, Hamilton, techno; I used the word "sexy" more often that ever before in such a timeframe; I waggled my eyebrows suggestively on every second word! And yet, in the end, he refused me. He refused Jordan, too. He even refused Jessica, who had been talking to him quite a bit, probably so he could have a normal conversation where he wasn't being objectified. In the end, he chose Alex Wallace. (to refresh your memory, she was in PG group in BC, now in Dolbeau-Mistassini, and I slept on top of her at Mass-O and at Rotation Camp 1. I thought she liked me. D: ) His explanation was thus:
"Well, we live really close, so we're definitely going to see each other again. She lives like ten minutes from my dentist's office!"
Best reason to date. Ever.
But really, I wish them luck.
And a hint of things to come....
Have a good weekend, guys!
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