Revenge via Pink Foam

So, for those who have patiently (or not, you could have just been laughing at my poor luck in roommates) read through my roommate complaints (HERE Read from bottom up to get the by-date of things), you will know that they eat my food, are generally untidy, and I share a bathroom with The Sasquatch, who, to my disgust, leaves hair behind in the shower and in the sink instead of footprints and blurry photos.

But, just now, I believe I have given my own revenge..

Before you get grossed out, please read the title of this post and then see just how creatively gross you could get with pink foam.

I don’t want to do it myself, so I’m just going to say that I am going for confused more than grossed out.

Yeah, see, NOW it’s much easier to imagine doing something confusing with pink foam…

But this requires me to mention something that I am certain I have not gone onto before…

Myself.

Specifically, what I look like, and narrowing that down to my hair.

BTW to those who will not give up on me getting my revenge by doing something gross, no, this is not about shaving either.

I don’t usually dye my hair, and what I have done has been pretty tame considering the ideas most people have about artists.

I have made the tips of my hair darker, I have gotten blonde streaks, I have gotten ‘peek-a-boo’ purple streaks, and, more recently, i have had more noticeable pink streaks (still of the ‘peek-a-boo’ nature).

The dark tips weren’t that noticeable, as that was what I wanted, the blonde-er streaks were noticeable with my hair being much longer, and, though not as immediately noticed (in an “she’s streaked her hair” noticeable way), the two peek-a-boo streaks have been pretty cool.

They would probably be much more noticeable if they were normal streaks (on the top layer), rather than streaks applied to a ear-level layer of hair. They ‘peek’ through.

Peek-a-boo.

When I was little I was a big fan of Ed, Edd, and Eddy.

This has relevance.

If you are familiar with the old show, you will get references to a plank, and you will also remember that there were three older girls called the Kankers who each had a crush on one of the three Eds.

Lee likes Eddy, Marie likes Edd, May likes Ed, and I freely admit that I had a cartoon crush on Edd (the middle from the picture above)

left to right: Marie, Lee, May

left to right: Marie (Edd), Lee (Eddy), May (Ed). Guess how my young little brain translated my cartoon crush?

I desperately wanted to have blue hair.

I would only stop asking after Mom finally told me that since I was Blonde (ie. yellow hair) if I dyed my hair blue, it would turn Green.

But peek-a-boo streaks are a far cry from full our blue hair, but at some point I may decide I want to, you know, see what my parents reaction to electric blue hair would be.

Maybe have an ambulance on speed dial, in case they take it rougher than I thought.

But back to pink foam.

For those who don’t dye their hair (often, or at all), you can either go for a normal dye or you can go for something that’s more of a stain.

The stain, from what I can tell, is a more vibrant colour, but doesn’t stay as long as a normal dye.

I wanted something a bit more funky, interesting, and hey, the purple had faded enough since I had it done that I decided that, when I was having my hair appointment this family day weekend/reading week, if I was going to have my streaks redone, bright pink wouldn’t look out of place.

So I got the stain.

Wow, that sounds a bit like an omen of doom, similar to the dreaded Black Spot, but maybe less pirate-ey and more…

House wife-ishly?

Not the stain! Not the pink stain!

Who knows, maybe it was the result of that stray red sock in a wash of whites.

But one thing I noticed the second time I was in the shower after having the stain done is that it came out a bit when you were shampooing.

I’m sure it happened the first time I was showering after I had it done, but I only noticed it this time.

It was rather strange seeing the usually white froth of shampoo this odd pink…

But it was only today, when I guess after a more vigorous scrub of my hair that I noticed the pink foam on the walls of the shower did I think of revenge.

I’m going to stop here a moment, and tell you that I’m laughing to myself at the idea of looking at pink foam on shower walls and thinking “Revenge! Bwahaha!”… but I’m also kind of smiling to myself because I wonder at how many people thought of something a bit more gross than… well… this.

Once again I ask that you look at the title of this post, and if you were hoping at the beginning of his post for some vindictive bit of nastyness from a 19-year-old with roommate problems, well, you will have to wait for one of them to push me past my boundaries a fair bit farther to get me to make a mess that I may have to clean up.

Or try to outlast one of my less than clean roommates in NOT cleaning up.

But oh! When I noticed the pink foam lasting on the walls of the shower, Insanity perked up and loved the idea of The Sasquatch’s confusion.

Revelled in the idea of him being so confused as to what, exactly, it could be, this pink foamy stuff on the wall of the shower, cackled in delight when even Sanity couldn’t give an explanation that would make sense without hair dye knowledge, because that would mean that thought could go to one conclusion…

That it must be something gross.

Gross, and girly.

It doesn’t matter that it’s foamy like soap (exactly like soap), it was pink and strange… and foreign.

What could I have possibly done with this strange pink foam in the shower?

Bwahahahaahaha!

It matters not that he wouldn’t be able to figure out anything specific…

The horror of an unknown gross an girly thing will haunt him every time he even thinks of having a shower!

Bwahaha!

So I flicked more soap onto the shower wall, finished my shower while taking the unusual care not to wash off the foam from the wall, and got myself ready for class.

Later, when I noticed something amiss, I was given another delight, though a rather bittersweet one.

One of my earrings, in my second set of ear piercings, had fallen off.

It was cheap, with a plastic cap acting as a ‘pearl’ and I knew it would eventually break or get lost, but still, I was walking around with only three earrings in, and even if no one else noticed, I knew.

And Sanity said that I must’ve lost it in the bathroom.

Maybe in the shower. Maybe outside of the shower.

But likely the bathroom.

And Insanity reared up with manic delight and said

“He’ll likely step on it! The FOOL! Bwahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

If you do not know the pain of stepping on an earring with a bare foot, you are more likely to know how painful it is to find a Lego piece in the dark, and it is a similar pain.

Except that with an earring there’s a possibility that you’ll poke a hole into your foot, like I did when I was 15.

I have no clue if he found/stepped on the earring, I have no clue if he was weirded out or confused by the foam, I don’t know if either the foam or the earring (or both) were washed down the drain before he even noticed anything…

But it’s my revenge for millions of tiny hairs and other nastyness around the apartment res, and I still imagine Insanity cackling gleefully next to Sanity.

And I know that even Sanity has a smile.

And that is Revenge via Pink Foam.

EDIT: As a bonus, I found this video. It’s things you wouldn’t want to hear from a roommate.

EDIT 2 : For an update on what has happened with my revenge, look HERE and be prepared for childishness.

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Sometimes You Need a Break. Dealing with Stress.

Slightly more serious post than my other ones, but this one is something I think a good number of students (at least university/college students) may find important.

I am going to get this out of the way and say I don’t do stress well.

Or rather, I stress well, I don’t DEAL with stress well. Here’s how I think of my stress dealings:

I bottle it up, store it away since its so unpleasant to deal with. Later, when I once again get stressed, I bottle that up too, even as the aftershocks of the feeling shake up the last bottle of stress.

Unlike real life, the tremors of stress stay with me, though I ignore it, and so it slowly shakes the second, and eventually third, fourth, fifth bottles up as well, building up pressure that I also ignore (as I am so very good at it) until the bottles I use start having trouble containing it.

I feel like, at least right now, the bottles I use are plastic. Later, if I keep doing this, the bottles may be made of glass. I don’t know.

When, eventually, the bottles fizz and explode so that I have stress colouring everything, making everything sticky and gross and makes me feel like doing nothing else but clean up and throw away the stress, I do so. It is, after all, hard to focus on anything else when you have sticky, gross stress all over you.

I ignore everything else, I have trouble concentrating, I have this overwhelming urge to do nothing, to go do something else that will make me feel better, like maybe watch comedy skits, or watch shows I know I like and episodes I know are funny, or read something totally random, or something else entirely.

I’ve been working on this example and been trying to self-analyze in a realistic, objective way, and I know that I need to work on a better way of dealing with stress than bottling it up and storing it away.

The reason I say I believe my bottles to be plastic right now, is because when the bottles explode from stress overload, broken plastic doesn’t hurt or cut nearly as deeply as glass.

Wow, that sounded a bit dark, huh?

I’m just trying to say that this tendency of mine to put away stress could develop into a worse problem, or could cause me to ignore something important because it happens to be stressful.

To help counteract that, I’m doing a number of things.

I don’t quite bend over backwards to do it, but close enough

I’m trying to schedule myself better (made a schedule for the week, having classes, study times, break times, etc…). Hopefully by having something steady and schedule like in my life, I’ll have something to hold ono.

Yoga, once a week. Similar to the schedule, by having yoga, it’s consistent and, unlike the schedule, something physical. If I need to do something more exerting, I can get onto one of the exercise machines and go on for an hour.

Phone conversation with Mom at least once a week. I am used to having a support system on hand. I don’t like talking about stress to friends, because I don’t like making my friends

My family has more personality than this and my three roommates combined

feel uncomfortable. It isn’t like I’m going to be able to talk to my roommates after all. I hardly ever see them, and even if I did, I don’t particularly like them. As such, my support system is my family. I need to be able to talk with them. So I’m making sure that at least once a week, there will be a conversation. To just talk. About nothing in particular. About things happening at home, things happening in Ottawa, allowing Mom to complain about her school while I can talk about how wonderful it is to be skating. I think it’s helping. No guarantee though. Midterms are stressful.

Writing. I know it isn’t the best thing, but writing here, on a blog, is almost surprisingly stress-releasing. Even if I don’t talk about stress. To be able to put my thoughts out to an invisible crowd, it’s nice. I also still write fiction for my own, and fanfiction because I enjoy getting reviews. It helps that most reviews are positive and are very encouraging and you can’t feel useless when you get an enthusiastic review for one of your ideas. Hell, I have a number of people who review regularly for my story ‘It’s Green‘ (Harry Potter Fanfiction and yes I linked to my own story) and I can go on for endless replies in conversation with these people who I only know because they like something I’ve written enough to contact me. How awesome is that?

By the way, Mom doesn’t like that I write fanfiction, but it’s a stress reliever for me. I enjoy writing. I didn’t do NaNoWriMo this year because I promised I wouldn’t, but writing is one of my hobbies. I’m not giving it up. I’m glad my Mom understands that. Or at least I believe she does.

Aaah, stress, you give me such issues!

Boy do I need to work on this, and I believe that this IS helping, but i’s hard to be objective in things such as these. I’ve been thinking on this for so long that I could be imagining everything, and I’m sure that some invisible person out there reading this is thinking I am imagining everything, or explaining it unrealistically, or SOMETHING, but this is as close to the ‘truth’ of the matter as I can get to.

It’s very hard being objective when dealing with yourself.

I think that’s one reason why self-portraits are so hard to do. You try to make it better because you’re vain (don’t try to deny it) and want to look pretty.

Or cool, if you aren’t quite ready to admit that you think you’re pretty.

But, as I said before, I don’t do (dealing with) stress well.

But, because I’ve been able to recognize it well enough… I am also going to recognize that I need a break.

Not a full one, more like slowing down to a jog from a sprint, but a break none the less.

Next semester, my hesitant plan is to take a break from school, move back to Toronto, and (with the permission of uOttawa) take a course while in Toronto so that I’m not totally removed from doing class work.

It will be one semester, and a break from full-time class. This will be me working to get used to stress of university, while having my support system with me.

I don’t know if I would have done better having taken the first year off, but this is what I’m doing now.

I wish I had  my own time machine, to go back to the beginning of the school year, maybe then I could have done a better job, but since I don’t, I’m giving myself a chance to breathe.

 

I Miss My Dog

Because he is my dog. MINE.

Lexy may have first claim over him, because, you know, she bought him, she pays for his food, she goes on most walks with him (MORNING walks, even when it’s crap out)… all that stuff matters not.

Because he is also MY dog.

I miss him.

Of course I miss my family too, but there is something about the family animal that sort of sticks with you.

I want to crouch down and have him sit down between my knees for a cuddle.

Or, possibly, walk up to me and turn around in his ever so classy “Here is my bum” with implied “Scratch it” pose.

I want to see him do an all around stretch, starting with downward facing dog and moving on to cobra before finishing with a funny face and a shake. If this shake produces little fluffs of fur in the air, that is fine.


Hugs from my family are awesome, but giving a hug to my dog is an overall fluffier experience.

Recently, as broadcasted by my sister HERE, it was my birthday 😀

Very exciting, yes, and one of my friends gave me a particular gift.

She gave me a stuffed dog…

This looks nothing like my dog, so that’s not the point of this, but I have been very stressed lately, and it is the kind of stuffed animal that has been stuffed to fair solidness, and so it is a wonderful stress-hug-thing to hug, because it doesn’t feel like hugging a towel.

I do like squishy stuffed animals, by the way, but when you need a hug and you need it to feel solid…

Well.

I just really miss having Gwynn around.

Currently the only thing that’s living with me (roommates don’t count, it’s more like they’re living next to me) is my aloe plant, something I begged off of family because I needed SOMETHING around.

It’s grown some since I got it.

I think I should name it as well...

But because I’m happy that I’m able to get some stress off by squeezing the air from the stuffing of my dog (currently nameless, but a boy for his manly image), I’m going to post some pictures.

Manly pattern means manly dog... And his eyes and nose are so soft!

If you have a name suggestion for my dear, manly pooch, I’d love to hear it!

I love my new poochie, but I still Miss Gwynn

Thank you!

P.S. Lexy, please send me family and dog pictures. I see you in a week or so, but I would like them regardless.

I miss you all! Give puppy a rub down for me!

They got HOTT!?

You know how on Facebook you can click to see people who you might know?

Well, a lot of the people I DON’T, and a good portion I DO know, but am not going to send a friend request because, frankly, I know them because I’ve seen them or because they’re in my class, not because they’re actually friends or friendly.

Well, I was looking through the expanded list, when I saw a profile pic that made me stop and thing “No way, that’s S??”

He grew out of his kind of cartoonish face, and decided to work out.

I haven’t seen this guy for about 3 years, as he switched schools just after grade 9, and now he looks like this?!?

I had to see if that was some new development, so I clicked on his profile.

-_-

O_O

Holy Frig do I love those random why-would-you-think-this-would-be-good-for-a-profile-pic chest pictures.

He has definitely been working out.

Holyfrig.

O_O

Just, wow.

A major change from the 5 years that I’ve known him, and just, wow.

I do love the hunky guys my own age… I’m certain that if I creeped through other profiles, I would find more of these hunky I-used-to-know-you guys, but S is hunky in a way that he has a nice face AND body, and unless he’s changed a LOT over the years (and his U of T studentness says that he hasn’t), he’s a smart, nice guy.

I’m happy for him. His tall lankyness filled out wonderfully 😀 I certainly feel like a perv.

Mom, if you EVER read this, please remember that it’s YOU who complains about the lack of grandchildren any time soon, and YOU are the one who commented that our neighbour had nice shoulders when he poked his head out the window a couple of years ago.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Job vs. Graduation Day…

Job vs. Graduation Day…

Hey guys, so this is something that I’ve been meaning to write about for a while, but never actually got around to. But, I figured that it’d be good to get this over with BEFORE I actually head out…

My school seems to get everything done a bit earlier than a couple of my friends from other parts of Ontario.

I have already had Prom (May 26, which was really fun btw, and I will possibly post pics, but maybe not), and they have theirs on varying dates between June 10th and June 26th.

My Graduation date is on June 28th.

I don’t actually know when their grad day is, but I’m assuming it’s after Prom… unless other schools have their prom after grad…

Does anyone know this?

Bah…

Back to this.

I happen to have (at the moment) about 5 more days of actual school left , then Exams (or Exam for me, since Art has no real exams and I only have English this semester… SCORE FOR ME!), then I get to go to my job up at GrundyLake…

Oh, I didn’t mention that?

Yes, I GOT A JOB.

XD

Geeze.

But wait, some of you may be wondering about a slight jump in the course of events.

You may be wondering about why I even mentioned the early-ness of my school and their planning of things too…

You may even be wondering what, exactly, I jumped, since I’m just so smooth in my writing that you had to scroll up to figure out what exactly I missed…

Well, Yes, in a way I jumped something, I mentioned the early-ness because I wish it was earlier, and if you had scrolled up and actually checked out the title of this, then you already know what I jumped, and if I was actually that great of a smooth writer I wouldn’t be writing this during my second period spare while avoiding looking over an English assignment that I’m handing in tomorrow. (note; already handed it in)

Well, I’m not going to Graduation Day.

See? Smoothness…

Nope, I’m not going to graduation, because it directly interferes with my job…

See, graduation is, as I said before, on June 28th.

Lack of graduation ceremony surprisingly isn't that big of a loss...

My first official day of work at GrundyLakeprovincial Park is on the 28th.

Training is the day before that, and I’m driving the 4 hours to get there the day before that.

Sux.

But, it’s a choice between a $10+/hr wage for 2 months, and $100 to go to a boring Graduation ceremony.

Though many of you are probably frowning a bit and thinking that Graduation Day is an important day in my life, and that I don’t necessarily KNOW that the ceremony will be boring… well, I have two older sisters. (Lexy and Emma/Peanut)

Both of them went to my school (hah, nearly wrote the name there XD Almost fail).

Both of them graduated (yay for them).

I ha to go to both of their graduation ceremonies (…).

I had to listen with growing numbness as their principles (also my current principle) droned with ‘um’s, ‘and/the/other-word-like-this eh’s in between the same speech.

I’m pretty certain that I’m not going to be missing out too much on a special experience… in about 4 or so years I’m going to be graduating again.

I’ll get the experience then, okay?

*sigh* sorry if this sounds a bit antagonizing, but I’ve been hearing people offer possible solutions for the past month (like May, not June, since it’s the 2nd :D) on how, exactly I could get to work and go to grad…

Too much…

It’s kind of bringing down the excitement of having a friggin job! I don’t want it to go away!

I signed up for as many jobs with the provincial parks as possible, with the hope of possibly getting a job with some park that has staff housing (so that I don’t have to rent out some place or something), with the hope of getting some cash for the next year while at Ottawa U (there will be a post on this in the future)…

There is a site that always takes me forever to get to that has all of the MNR (ministry of Natural Resources) jobs currently available, and I sent out modified applications, Cover pages, and resumes, enough that it cost me a little more than $8 to send them…

Ugh, I don’t know which was worse, applications for University or applications for Jobs…

But it was great! Not the application part, but the part where I got an e-mail almost immediately asking to set up a phone-interview on x date at x:xx time! How awesome is that? And then to get another phone interview set up for before that too! Awesome I tell you!

The second place that contacted me HAD contacted me by e-mail too, but not with the time of the interview. So when they did call, asking when I would like to set up an interview, I was out on a driving lesson (yes, it makes sure the insurance goes down, alright?), and had to call them back.

I had thought that they had called about actually having the interview, and thought it was kind of weird that they would just call…

Were they testing me or something? Seeing if I would be waiting by the phone for someone to call me (possibly even for a job)? Weird policy if you ask me…

But no, they were calling to set up the interview date, but I was already pumped and ready for the interview (had my cover letter and resume in front of me so I didn’t forget anything), so I said that I’d be willing to do the interview now if they wanted… you’re okay with doing it right now? Awesome…

So the Lady went to get the papers that she needed to fill out during the interview (remember, she was only calling to confirm when a phone interview would be, not really expecting me to say “sure, how about now?”), and I had a mild freak out when Mom wouldn’t leave the room that I was going to stay in for the interview…

This is the stare of I'm-about-to-tell-you-something-even-though-you're-doing-something-important-because-I-Think-this-is-important-TOO! (also I haz Hamburger behind where you're sitting) I Do not appreciate it at this time, though it being on a cat's face makes it less bad 😀

What? Why?

Well, how would you feel about your Mom, or Dad for that matter, was going to go with you to your first real interview, and watch you.

And probably make faces when they think you said something you shouldn’t.

And probably try to mouth/stage whisper things too you that they think you’ve forgotten.

Yeah… NO.

Anyway, she asked me some kind of obvious questions, but it’s apparently part of protocol, so I can’t exactly complain.

The Symbol of the Ontario Rangers.. *sniff* god I miss rangers... I MISS YOU GUYS! McCREIGHT'S RULES!

“Are you a Canadian citizen?”           Yes

“Were you born inCanada?”               Yes

“Where do you live?”                             ____,Ontario

Things like that, which she admitted herself was kind of obvious since I did the Rangers Program…

What is that you may ask?

This was not in my job description... kind of sadly... but if it was I'd be the one in the back that's like "STOP THE SPANDEX-EY MADNESS!"

The Ontario Rangers Program is a program (yes…), that, if you live in Ontario (yep…), and are either 16 or 17 the year you sign up, means you will be a ranger (GO GO POWER RANGERS!!!… no) for the summer.

What I mean by 16 or 17 is that if you are turning 17 the year that you are signing up, you will be able to participate.

Both of my sisters have done the program (yeah, if you’re the youngest you don’t really get to do something that’s all around original…), and last summer (well, more like last winter/fall) I signed up for it as well.

The program lets you have experience in acting as a park ranger.

If you’ve been camping before, and even if you haven’t, they’re the people who clean up your fire pits, clear the trails and keep them from becoming overgrown, the ones who plant trees, the ones who show you to your camp site, all that great stuff.

Ranger Smith gets the cool job of playing with bears... we just learned Bear Safety...

A good example would be the ranger guy from the Yogi Bear series…

We didn’t have to wear the hats though…

We did a variety of things every week;

Clearing trails, painting railings, painting our bunk house, planting trees at a water cleaning plant, checking water levels and temperatures at a variety of different lakes, and a cool time looking for (and documenting) Peregrine Falcon Nesting sites…

Did you know that when you’re looking for places where birds are nesting, you don’t look for their nests so much as for huge, upside down triangles of white that show up below them?

Yeah…

If you’re from south Ontario they send you north, if you’re northern they send you south, and it’s for residents of Ontario.

So the question about where I live and whatnot was a bit silly.

But yeah, had the interview with the Lady, was reiterating a LOT about what I did in Rangers, used a lot of what I already had on my Resume (which was right in front of me), answered some questions about what I’m like in a group…

NOTE!: Please recognize that in any interview, instead of harping on and on about things that YOU have done, talk about what you accomplished in and with your group. You will likely be working with a whole slew of other people (and not just in a park program either), and if you go on and on and on about how great at everything YOU are, and don’t mention anything that even hints at being able to work in a group, you will be less likely to get the job. The Lady asked me if I prefer working in a group or alone, and I answered “I like working in a group. I feel like we can get a lot more done, more efficiently, when working in a group.” She said that that was good because I’d be working primarily in groups.

We finished up the interview, and she said that she’d get back to me at a later date about whether or not I’d get the job.

The next day (two days before the first people to get in contact with me had set the phone interview for) the Lady called me back and asked me if I would be willing to accept a job at Grundy Lake Provincial Park.

O_O

I was quiet for a while, and Mom (who was right in front of me), asked me what was wrong. She looked really concerned, actually…

Lady: “Hello? Do you want to think about it first?”

Me: “No! I mean—Yes I would like to work at Grundy!”

There was like a moment of silence in my house’s kitchen, and then low murmurs of congratulations (because we don’t want the

Me, with phone covered by hand... I wonder why Mom looked worried...

employer to think that we’re impolite and take away the job, now do we?), and that was that.

I e-mailed the 1st people to contact me, and told them that I’d accepted a job already because it was closer than their park was, and Thank you for considering my application.

Yesterday I got another call for an interview, from a place that has Viking drawings, near Peterborough (can’t remember the place’s name right now… FAIL)… PETROGLYPHS! That’s it! BWAHAHA!

I called the number they left and left them a message saying a polite “thanks, but I already accepted a job”… did I mention though that this is a place that was even more interested when my mom (who was, for some reason talking to them again the morning after I left the denial message… guess they called again?) mentioned that I was going to be going to UoO for Fine Arts, and has actually encouraged me to resubmit my resume next year and then call the same number that they already gave to get the job.

HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!???!!

Fun times with jobs, especially ones that will be good for my wanting to be paid to go camping bits, as well as my wanting to have a job that relates even distantly to my major bits.

FUN!!!!!

But still, all of those places that I signed up for will probably call or e-mail to say yea (and when would you like to have an interview—which I will have to decline) or nay (which would make me sad regardless of the fact that I already have a job)…

Again, fun…

Ciao for now!

~Doodled93~

P.S. I didn’t add any links to anything, just went with the suggested links to add… have fun with them 😀