Text Of The Day

This award goes to Tari Wilson for sending me the most random text of the day. It reads: 

"Peter Mansbridge totally has a crush on Claire the weather girls :)"

Peter Mansbridge...you filthy dog.

RAINER MARIA RILKE IS MY NEW LOVE. 

This probably should have happened a LONG time ago.

Long Hair, Horns, Boats...Yeah

I am so into Vikings right now. 

When I think about Vikings, I literally have to stop what I'm doing because I get so distracted by my thoughts about them. I'm so enamored by them. It's unreal. (Like, I'm not actually joking)

I'm honestly not surprised that I'm in love with Vikings. They have long hair, wear sweet hats with horns on them, and have totally awesome boats. They are fierce and know how to get shit done. They also love nature and grass, since they're all about Greenland.

A new goal I have is to now meet a Viking. A friend of mine has a Norse background, so I practically have met one. Now I know why I was so attracted to having a friendship with him. HE'S A VIKING. Fine, he's not quite a Viking, since he doesn't have a sweet boat or even long hair...but you know, his uncle was like, Leif Ericcson or something. It counts.

So yeah, if you see a Viking somewhere, please tell me immediately and I will run to you, as you stall the Viking so that I can meet him. Thanks!

It Took Awhile...

Us future Social Workers at Lot 332 for Chanel's birthday...

Why is it that my picture is always being snapped at clubs when I'm out with my Social Work crew?

Fierce

One day, I hope to be able to do this out of the confines of Motown.

Leaders Are Real People Too

So I just emailed my City Councillor about the ridiculousness of the East Mountain Pan-Am Stadium site, and he emailed me back quick! He said that he had been answering a lot of these emails and asked if he could cut and paste some answers he's given other people, and would love to hear my comments afterwards. I of course said that he could do that, and that it was no problem. Then emailed me back to thank me for my "courtesy" and said that it was his bedtime, and called himself "Bonzo". I kind of feel like I've just shattered some glass ceiling...or become best friends with an older upper-middle class white man who is an apparent leader in the city. Or...maybe that's just how Hamilton people role. Probably the latter.

Rage

I've been very angry lately, for a variety of reasons. I thought I'd name some just to vent a little. 

• I hate when I miss the fucking bus and have to wait for the next one - which happens to be late -  meaning I have to wait even longer.
• I hate it when people are ignorant and closed-minded. I will fight with you. Don't piss me off.
• I hate when there isn't fucking cell reception everywhere I go.
• I hate it when random people start following me on Twitter, even though they have 0 tweets and are following 532 other people - what the fuck? 
• I hate doing school and placement at the same time.
• I hate taking buses and cabs everywhere.  I'm so over other people being in charge of my transportation. 
• I fucking hate it when cab drivers don't drive the route you want them to, AND go below the speed limit. What the fuck? 
• I hate it when you call people for information and you leave a message, but they don't get back to you.
• I hate it when bus drivers decide to go 7km/hour up the Mountain.
• I hate it that I can't find a fucking sarong anywhere.
• I hate the bank. 

There are many more things that have been making me engorged with rage lately, but I thought I'd let those off my chest.

Rocket Man

Oh Elton...

He is most likely the cutest man ever. If you ever get the chance, SEE HIM IN CONCERT! It was AMAZING!!!

A Day In The Life of A Social Work Student

1. Pack up room and find fecal matter on the floor. How pleasant. 

2. Read daily horoscope.

3. Pick up babies.

4. Think of every male baby name that I possibly can and give the list to the expecting mother.

5. Colour and laugh with an awesome resident who is developmentally delayed. I can't count how many times the phrase "You're fired" was said.

6. Walk to the kitchen several times and get cookies for myself. 

7. Read entire newspaper.

8. Complain about how tired I am, but can't have coffee because of the heat.

9. Count down the hours, minutes, seconds until the day the done.

10. Celebrate as our advocating for one woman's situation has turned out just how we wanted it.

Boogie Style

There was a man on the bus today. It was obvious from the start that he was quite suave. We got off at the same spot, and I just happened to be walking behind him, which ultimately meant that I was able to analyze his clothing selection a little more. He was wearing a 70s chic pattern button down, tan pants, and vintage white loafers. For some reason, he reminded of a 70s type Burt Reynolds. It was a truly beautiful experience.

I think the world would be a little bit of a better place if we could all dress a little more like Burt Reynolds. But of course, we could all never rock the moustache like Mr. Reynolds himself. Or chest hair.

People, Places And Things

This is long...but worth it.

On a weekly basis, someone around me complains about how Hamilton sucks, or how there is nothing to do here. If you don't like Hamilton, that's cool. I respect your opinion, but of course, I grew up here and love the city that has had a part of making me who I am today. I also went to high school in a little, nothing hick town in Northern Ontario, where the only thing to do there was to drive around and go to Tim Horton's. I still have a soft spot for Blind River, even though I kind of hate the place for different reasons, but I acknowledge that it also had a part in making me who I am today. 

Not too long ago, I was one of those people that I think most people would relate to. The person that bases their life on the "things" they can or can't do. This is why people dislike Hamilton so much. They say there is nothing to do.  I also believed at a time that there wasn't much to do in Hamilton, but over time, I realized that there was much more to do than people think. But that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore, because I'm now not one of those people that bases the value of their lives on the things that they can or can't do. I would much prefer to measure my life by friends and family, the many experiences in between, and the random shit that gets done when friends are together, having a good time. 

Do you think living in Blind River was boring? In fact, the town was boring, but I didn't have a boring high school life. My group of friends weren't the party-ers or drinkers (in fact, the only time I really drank in high school was during Band trips - FUN, or on the Reserve with two friends in a basement, smoking half a pack of cigarettes), we were the Christian group who did really random shit. The great things I remember about Blind River are my friends and the experiences I had. The long drives around town. Something bad happening to the Wiebemobile everytime I was in it, and then praying over the situation (in a semi-sarcastic fashion) and everything being OK. The Galilean Bible Camp bashing. Going to such a small school, and having such tight relationships with the teachers that we could get them gifts such as a "Boyfriends of the Month" calendar. The many times spent in Tim Horton's, with my country bun, just chilling, talking, laughing and looking at all the Greyhound people that came in. Putting random shit, such as a van seat, in between the angels (someone's house had these angels in front of it) in Iron Bridge. The random car washes that looked like they came from a scene in Zoolander. The skinny dipping at Four Sands after Bible Study. The 2 hour road trips to Sudbury, just to get to a decent mall. There are so many more things I could list...but the point is, my life experience in Blind River (the place where there is ACTUALLY nothing to do) was extremely rich. I made lifetime friends, had so many firsts, and did tons of random shit that made life awesome, hilarious, and fulfilling. Everything we did, we made the most of it. None of it was spectacular. It wasn't extravagant. We just made everything fun. We made everything an adventure. It was our mindset, and we had so much damn fun. I wouldn't trade it for anything. 

Is it because we had to be creative in a small town that I realize that places don't really matter? In cities, you definitely don't need the same creativity, because the city has everything figured out for you. I say, stop letting the city have everything figured out for you!

So, to all Hamilton haters, stop living your life based on the things that you do and the places you live. Don't let that be your focus. Stop and look around with who you're with. It doesn't matter where you are, you can always have a good and fulfilling life wherever you are. It's the people around you that makes your life rich, as well as the experiences that you choose to create. If you keep on saying that a certain place sucks, your life will most likely suck there. That's no fun, is it? So, I encourage everyone to start doing random shit and making the most of it. Oh, and laughing. A lot. You don't have to like the place you're in, but you'll notice it less if you're in the right mindset. 

It is true that I love Hamilton. I love that it's a little rough around the edges, and that it's still trying to figure itself out. I will be a forever defender of Hamilton, despite the hate. 

I heart you, Hamilton!