the quote that ruined my life:

dru2123kdfadsfs@hotmail.com says (1:53 AM):
runescapes very dead amanda

I was shopping yesterday. I would try things on, things that I liked, but put them back. I would think, "no one will like this" or "this isn't what people are wearing these days". It's funny, because as soon as i realized what I was actually thinking, I got my shit together. It was nice, I never, ever realized that I thought that way. Glad I do now. I brought khaki back into my life. (L)
We went shopping for dressed for our grad dinner. I walked by a display and said: That's my dress. Right there on that manikin. It was.

Woaah simple sentences.

Oh. And I met the man of my dreams, too bad I'm so nineteen and leaving soon. We will meet up again. JE LE SAIS. This one is off the hook, I found a necklace pretty close to the Monaco one and so I don't have to find a man to buy me it and divorce it. Imitation is just as good.

they pour out to paper, they're all for youuuu

Ahhh. It's snowing again-- while it was 19 degrees in Victoria, it was a cold .. 5 or something with rain here. But it's back to being in the negative as usual.

We had our reports! I did so good! Well, actually.. I had the worst in the class-- but I was so proud of myself because it was all in a good way of horribleness. There were lots of people throughout the evening crying. You really gotta watch what you say around here. They will use anything and everything against you. I'm lucky that I realized that in the first 3 days. Some people still haven't.

The feature that they like most about me: "When we tell you something to change or do, you do it or you change it. No questions asked."

My other dealio: "You're very discreet, calm and prudent."

More exams tomorrrowww.

For the past couple of days I've had this cold coming on... I thought at first maybe it was from shouting commands.. But for some reason it is my chest that hurts, and my nose is always full. So, in conclusion: sickness. I really hope it doesn't get worse.

Too bad for me: It will. I have been staying up too late, too often. Tonight I am forcing myself to sleep at 10:30, that way I will get close to 10 hours of sleep. My previous bedtime was 1, most of the time I would forget and stay up a little later. It isn`t my fault though-- I love socializing with pilots. Definitely not the type of men I would ever want to make babies with.
They are old, and if they are young, they look relatively old. And they speak old. But who knowsÉ The ones I met yesterday were mid 20`s-- one looked it. The other: Not so much. I guess it was because they are from England. I`m going to have to make up a generalization that English men just go bald fast. I have nada to base that on.

I am pretty happy for Saturday, though. I wish I would have had the chance to fly home and see the family, it`s only 40 bucks return. The crap part about that, though, is that it`s on standby and I just might never make it back, which will mean I just might not be able to become a flight attendant. OH, but I will....... I miss my family, they`re better than shopping at Montreal`s underground city.

I am sick ! Sick and TIRED of studying!

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path
It’s disgusting, its offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah


Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker, admit it
You are a fraud, admit it
Yeah, you’re living a lie, living a lie, you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me, admit it
You don’t intimidate me, admit it
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank, Yeah

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!

This training is really getting the worst of me. I have passed all of my exams and whatnot, I am really going good. But the people are blah. It makes me feel so much better when our teacher (sub teacher?) tells us that the training is nothing like the job, and neither are the people. It really makes me feel so much better.
It's a shame that all of the people are the same. This company really doesn't look for diversity as far as personalities go. I am still wondering how I managed to slip through all of the cracks-- I am not bottle blonde, I have common sense and I don't require hours of studying to learn a basic drill-- except for opening the aircraft door. I was in the for sure state of mind of failure.

Tomorrow I have to go visa/mastercard/american express hunting, I really need one to book me flights. Unfortunately, one must have the goods to get the deed done. As well as going to the banks, I gotta get some vegetables-- I am living off of spaghetti and breakfast from the hotel.. It's nasty nasty. I really want to hit up a couple art museums tomorrow too-- no accomplice dabei.

Eugh.. Speaking of accomplices-- does anyone need a roommate in Toronto near to the airport?

MONTREAL is JETZT

I arrived safely in good ol' Montreal. It was a lovely two flights that I slept through. The first flight was okay-- I woke up at I suppose around 3, flatironed my hair and dressed like the professional I am. I went through the gates at I suppose 4 15ish, who knows?

I had my internet on the cellphone to help my pass by. What is better than that? Nothing -- I just wish that youtube would work. It would help me pass time 20 times faster.

When I went to board I had a little scare, there was a problem with my ticket, but it turns out it was because I was upgraded to business class. I pretty much slept through that Flight, but then the food was being served and I just so happened to wake up for it. So she asked me if I wanted my meal, and being the innocent girl that I am, I asked , "How much does it cost?" She looked at me like I was on something and said.. Uhh. Free.

So I didn't pass up that bad boy, too bad I really wasn't hungry. I ate a little bit of bread and passed out like a dehydrated camel.Then my PLANE landed and BAM! EMILY TIME or WHAT? I only stood outside of Montreal, but it was freaky deaky cold and even with the sun shining, there was no heat at all. And it was dry-- the water was heavily chlorinated.

Of course Emily made it all better! Oh that beautiful best friend of mine, we sat in some crappy pub and ate our fries and cheese toast, and drank lotsa watas.

(Ps. I think my roomate is finally arriving, she matches the name)
Then I boarded my plane and (it isn't her, she better not arrive at 12 o clock tonight or I will punish her by waking up at 6 am)fell asleep right away, but then the lady woke me up! Do you want a drink? Ugh, fine! Then i slammed it back and fell asleep. Do you want another snack? No. I'm good. Well do you want your meal? I may as well have it now. Do you want me to leave you alone? Yes please!

So I ate a lovely roast beast dinner and slept the rest of my flight, arrived in Montreal. The air is relatively nice here, and it was snowing. The shuttle bus picked me up and brought me to the hotel, and I unpacked. My bedroom was a disaster-- I threw everything everywhere, had a shower and got into bed after talking to my daddio.

Today all I have done is slept and bus to the grocery store. It was really not easy at all to get there-- the one I got to was closed right by the metro, so I had to walk about 10 minutes (I just chose a random direction to go in to find another) until I came to a London Drugs like store, but they only had canned goods, none of which I can eat. Damn you mini-fridge!

I had to walk another 20 minutes in the cold, but nice sort-of cold, to the next store. And back, and now I am here chilling in the lobby writing to my fans. Aka myself, just because it's amusing and time wasting to write.