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I'm not here anymore. Please delete this journal.
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[30 May 2006|07:04pm] |
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All right. For pity's sake, would somebody PLEASE let me know why the storm hit now?
I'm seriously not looking forward to what's forthcoming, and I wish I'd never been involved in it.
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Chelle
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[30 May 2006|01:33pm] |
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No real news on the job front. I've been at it hardcore all day, every day, and it's getting just a little... no, quite a bit demoralizing.
The highlight of my day was applying at a bagpipe making place here in town. I discovered that they're just, like, a 20 minute walk from my place, and they're opening a store on Broadway in the fall. Heh. Who knew?
The interview for the youth companion job is tomorrow. I'm going to be asking them if part-time is a possibility. The money is good but the hours they're asking for is a little strenuous... and I want to get another job with some permanency, since it's a summer thing.
That's that.
Corey? Call me!
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Chelle
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[29 May 2006|10:49am] |
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Queer As Folk UK theme (yeah, I'm lame and it's good) |
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Well, I've just been contacted by someone from Community Living, and they're willing to interview me as a youth companion even though the one very necessary feature of a companion is that they have and can drive a vehicle.
What they're planning to do is pair me up with a youth who is around my brother's age, therefore in the need-to-be-with-peers age bracket, and pair us up with a youth around the same age and their driving companion. Not only is it double the fun, but it all depends on the kids. This way, too, the other companion and I can help each other out. Also, if the youth are moderate to moderately high-functioning, they'll probably amuse themselves mostly and we'll just help them out.
I've had people ask me (and I'm sure ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) opaqueplanet gets my drift) if I can handle toileting, diaper-changing, catheters, etc. if need be. Well, duh. I have a brother who wasn't out of diapers until he was almost 10, and even now he still has problems. I used to work at a convent where that was my run-of-the-mill volunteer work, and I was 13. Toileting issues are far far down on my problem sheet, even though some would say it's the hardest part of the job.
The best part of the job? I'd get to hang out with new people and go to the zoo, the pool, on the train at Kinsmen Park, the bowling alley and the Field House for free. Not only that, I'd be getting paid really well for it. How sweet is that?
Personally, I think the hardest part is discipline. My best rule?
Know when to duck.
Wish me luck!
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Chelle
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[29 May 2006|08:42am] |
If you've ever gone home after a hiatus of a couple of months or so, you know it's going to be hell. The first little while is hell, at least, but it's been two weeks, and I still don't know what to do with this damned basement. Granted, I was away in Vancouver 4 days, and most of my time and effort has been consumed by the frigging job hunt, but it's still the Pit of Scary down here.
( Nooooo... )
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[28 May 2006|05:07pm] |
I don't want anything from you. I'm just a little lonely.
I was supposed to be volunteering for the opera fundraiser today. Bruce had told me a few months ago it was in the evening.
Too bad Barb just called me and said that it had been this afternoon. She did, however, tell me that she'll be in contact re: surtitles in a couple of weeks.
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Chelle
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[25 May 2006|11:49pm] |
Tomorrow is my brother's appointment with the dentist.
This isn't any old appointment. This is a red-letter day for pain and loudness and the sound of him kicking anything coming near him.
My brother has a specific fear of dentists (I can't see why - his dentist is desperately attractive) and an unholy terror of anaesthetic masks. When he sees one, he goes arm-swinging, leg-kicking, hooting and hollering and screaming stark raving looney tunes.
Mom and I get to get up at 7 to drag his ass down there. I had to trick him into drinking ketamine orange juice the last time by pretending to drink it. I only wet the very tip of my lip, but that was strong shit, and I felt woozy. Won't be doing that again this year... he's gonna DRINK THE DAMN JUICE!
Seriously, I sound pissed off, but I really have to have a sense of humour about this. It's godawful and I'm just gonna do it.
Maybe I'll go to D's and get some ice cream after the whole ordeal. I won't want to talk... just sit on his couch and eat some ice cream.
Last time we did this, Jon was 12, considerably smaller and weaker, and it still took:
3 nurses
1 me
1 mom
2 burly orderlies
1 dentist
to get him on that damned bed with the mask on his face.
He kicked me in the box. It was a resounding pain that will shriek through the generations of those who will never come.
Wish me luck.
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Chelle
EDIT: This year wasn't so bad. They drugged him so much before he went in that he was a rag doll. However, he got up at about 3pm, and we were out of there by 3:30. God bless good anaesthesiologists.
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[25 May 2006|05:40pm] |
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God knows where I am in the 2nd half of Wagner's Lohengrin |
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Ok, I haven't had a good belly-laugh since Vancouver, and that's because I discovered the benefits of BC bud. This, however, did it:
Gay Pianists???
If you're not friends with Something Positive yet, you will be.
In other news, CONGRATULATIONS! to my Sarah! Head over to wind_dork and congratulate this sweet thang on getting her B.ED./B.MUS.(MUS.ED.) with distinction today! (For those not familiar with the U of S's screwy music department, her degree lettering stands for: Bachelor of Education/Bachelor of Music in Music Education.)
Had a hell of a time getting down there, but I arrived in the grand circle just in time to see her trot across the stage, and had to relieve myself... seriously, I had to PEE. Then I came in on the ground floor to watch the rest of it.
Who's going to her party tonight? Ask her for details!
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Chelle
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[21 May 2006|10:25pm] |
OMG I can't type. I'm trying to keep it somewhat coherent. laurabunny is from Ottawa, part of Tone Cluster (quite a queer choir.) She's new to the flist, so welcome, Laura! :) She and I were in the festival chamber chorus, too, so we've gotten friendly. Finally, I've met someone with the same conceptualization of beauty as I. That's a great thing.
I was at the banquet, and now I'm drunk and trying to post. My spelling is all right, eh?
Vancouver is awesome.
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Chelle
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[20 May 2006|07:47am] |
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Stephen's mouse |
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Stephen (from Winnipeg) and I found the students' union building, and they have FREE INTERNET! I paid a buck for 8 minutes last night to send two scrappy e-mails, because the mouse sucked. Boourns.
I have major updates to make, but suffice to say that this is actually quite awesome. My podmate finally arrived and woke me at about 5:45 (which is 6:45 our time, so I forgave her) by using the bathroom, er, noisily. I can't forgive her for the mess left behind, however. -__-
Before I left, I got a job with Adecco, which is a temp agency. I'm now a temp, specializing in administrative and clerical duties, stenography, data entry, teleservices and proofreading editing. Oh, and I guess I'm good with WHMIS, too. Goody. *sarcasm* But it's better than nothing - it means I may be working. I also threw in an app at the ACC for a student research position for body image and eating disorders relating to queer health matters. Rock. If I don't get it, no hard feelings, because someone else may deserve it more.
Still looking for actual permanent work, but I'll get there. Adecco may pay a few bills for now. Must clear up things with Bruce, however, if the ACC gig has any chance of paying off... and mainly because I don't want bad blood. I'm still a little shocked and embarassed, but we'll clear it up when he gets back.
The Bridge City Chorus performs today! Wish us luck and cookies!
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Chelle
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| About menses |
[18 May 2006|08:29pm] |
You may want to skip this if you don't care about people's struggle against the crimson tide.
( Read more... )
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| Leaving for Vancouver |
[18 May 2006|06:23pm] |
That's it. I give up. I'm moving to Vancouver.
... kidding.
I am flying to Vancouver tomorrow for the Bridge City Chorus trip to the Unison Festival. I plan to hit The Beach, as I told ashesmuse today. Or just sleep. God knows I could use the sleep.
My audition piece for the SATB chamber choir isn't bad, but it's not awesome. Maybe I'll make it. I hope so.
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Chelle
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[18 May 2006|08:29am] |
I'm at school and it sucks. Last night was the worst... I ended up bussing to D's last night just for something quick, and I planned it so I could have a bus out of there, but he insisted that I stay.
I don't even have my toothbrush there right now.
Suffice to say I'm grimy, stinky and nasty because I didn't get to bathe, brush my teeth or apply deodorant. It's so hot.
I don't know what I'm doing with myself. I'm experiencing a huge regression of experience lately. Everything I gained in this past year I've lost, and I'm feeling hopelessly dangled right now.
I have about 50 minutes before my appointment here to start writing my polemic... about language. Inspired by my experiences as a WGST major and by this Feminism(s) in the Third Wave conference last week, I'm going to take the piss out of everything and defend the use of the word "dude" as a non-gendered contextual term of acknowledgement or affectionate naming.
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Chelle
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[17 May 2006|12:49pm] |
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Accompaniment for my chamber choir audition piece |
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I'm learning that spending the better part of two days from 7am unwashed and in one's pajamas, in front of the computer, tappa tappa tapping cover letters and resume amendments is fruitful.
One interview yesterday, two interviews tomorrow and several interested e-mails.
This internet job search thing kicks ass.
Thanks to the mighty eriu_3 for passing along Sask NetWork... and I'm passing it to you to keep the jobby goodness going. It has jobs all over SK, so it applies to all of you out-of-Stooners, too.
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Chelle
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[16 May 2006|10:36am] |
Ok everyone. I have a proposition for you, and anyone else that may be interested that you know... you Saskatonians know how this works... just put out a flyer on your block and everyone as far as Swift Current knows by the next morning.
I'm selling my guitar. It is a Yamaha FG-332, manufactured in 1980. It has low action (ie. you don't have to press too hard to put the strings down), new strings, a perfect exterior and interior, perfect structural integrity, and it's so unsullied that it still has a new-wood smell. Yeah. And it's 26 years old. Not too shabby.
It comes with a soft case and a dorkassed Mel Bay guitar book (a little more advanced - it won't teach you much, but hey, whatever) and I'm selling it for...
... and this is a hell of a deal...
$250.
That's it.
I phoned Mother's Music, and they sell the guitar only for $250, and that's before tax. Add the case and you're upwards of $300.
All I want for this kickass guitar and black soft case (and I won't MAKE you take the book) is $250.
It's a good deal. Think about it, will ya? I've been trying to sell this thing privately for a year and no luck... some jokers think they can get away with offering me $100 cash, as though it matters how you pay me. I don't care if I get paid in $250 worth of tuition credits or SNES games at this point, but money is preferred.
Get this damned thing off my hands! Buy my guitar!
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Chelle
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[16 May 2006|10:12am] |
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Precious Things - Tori Amos |
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Homegrown Organic
The alarm clock calls you with mathematical precision, and you answer
neurons firing
gears protesting
breath shallow and insufficient.
Your feet flail helplessly
arms gyrating
teeth grinding
vocal processors offline
memory banks taxed by your overloaded circuitry.
Rely on your flesh
hungry and tender from ill treatment
to grow cold and unresponsive
your optic sensors to short out and painfully adapt.
That damned alarm
this = your only rational thought in all the trouble
and trials
and defenselessness
boiling to fever pitch
threatening to make you perspire and present your distress
creeping dangerously in rivulets to your power conduits.
Channel them instead into tears
forcing them to squeeze out of their membranes in an orderly fashion
one two one two 1 2 1 2 tick tick tick tick time's a'wastin'
or don't you care?
Metal and flesh, mind and body, need and desire,
rational emotional unresponsive devotional speak
speak scream do something oh God not again
not me not now not how not ever never oh God please
God
I'm not running at peak efficiency.
My eyes are old and weary
I'm bursting vessels on my tender facial epidermis
not now
not now
help me, please, God, not now.
I can't I can't I can't I can't one two one two 1 2 1 2 tick tick tick tick tick tick time's not the issue because I've run out.
My mother my lover my friend my God
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need You.
I need your voice your arms your hissing comfort shhhh shhhh
the steam valves bursting open in a dissonant calliope
projectile tears
systems failure
backup power rerouted to essential systems
your vocal processor back online
Not Now.
Help Me.
I need you.
I need to speak.
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| Ok, here we go round the buttugly bush... |
[15 May 2006|12:23pm] |
Ok. So. I go to the doctor's office by 8am. Here goes as follows.
9:30am: Cheryl calls Dad at home from the office, saying a position at her workplace (Alberta Heritage Foundation for Medical Research aka AHFMR) has opened and I should apply. Dad directs her to my home number.
9:45am: Jon has a seizure and Mom flips out.
9:50am: Cheryl calls Jon's caregiver, who directs her to Mom's school.
10am: Mom and Cheryl clear up the "Who? What?" confusion and Mom gets all excited and gets Cheryl's e-mail and work number.
10:15am: Mom tries me all over, to no avail.
10:30am: Mom tries the LGBTA centre, where I was trying to scrape the poke-and-prod off me and tells me to get my ass home ASAP to send Cheryl my resume and await a phone interview.
11am: Reach home, throw shit in the corner, begin typing furiously, tweak and pull and pinch and write a cover letter and throw all that shit in an e-mail for Cheryl to pass on to this Linda Humphreys chick.
11:30am: Make lunch and watch Jann Arden on Vicky Gabereau in between handling e-mails from Dad and Cheryl et al.
12:29pm: Write LiveJournal entry and wait for the phone to ring for my interview.
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Chelle
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[14 May 2006|03:11pm] |
As Russell Banks says in Rule of the Bone, you can always become a brand-new beggar.
Chappie is a 14-year-old scrappy kid with a mohawk and piercings from Au Sable, NY, who smokes too much weed, steals, squats and quits school. He goes on the road with his a friend, gets a tattoo of crossed femur bones, renames himself the Bone, moves to Jamaica, finds his father and comes to know I-self before witnessing the death of his friends, his relationships, his grandmother and his paternal ties.
I can become a brand-new beggar, too.
I can stay here at Mom's for a few days, chilling and printing off resumes with my Dad's address in Edmonton on them. I can hop on a plane, one-way, and take as much as the suitcases I have left can hold for Edmonton, where I'll get a job at the Mill Woods McDonald's and get by. I'll pay Dad and Cheryl rent, put some in savings and avoid contact with intimacy.
My Dad invited me yesterday to come to Edmonton. David asked me to leave his house today so we could have some time apart. Edmonton is looking good. They're dull, scary, grey pastures, but it's better than the nuclear wreckage, save the sweet Elysian isle of my mother and friends, that I have here.
My stomach hurts a lot.
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Chelle
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[14 May 2006|01:01am] |
Not happy:
Not working.
Not in school.
Still awake.
I'm still hyped up. I need to sleep.
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Chelle
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