Fuck. I am so pissed off at those assholes; the management at SuperStore is so completely incompetent that it drives me insane! First of all my pay day should be today. Since it’s pay day, naturally one would expect to get paid. Direct deposit they say? Bullshit in the eyeball, no way! I checked my account today, not even an extra cent was added to my total of $4.87 in the bank. Now I gotta go over to SuperStore tommorrow when it’s my shift and bitch and moan to the supervisor.

That’s not all folks! No, no, no way! My card for signing in the past couple days has been completely null, dead, kaput! I’ve had to repeatedly report this to the worthless supervisors and what do they say? They say it will work in a couple days and then a couple days pass. Guess what? Doesn’t work, doesn’t work at all. How the bloody hell am I supposed to punch in without a working card. They told me if I write my times for punch in/out in the log book then I’ll still get paid and I didn’t even get paid.

As I stated in the beginning, before I ever joined SuperStore, “they are all assholes.” Don’t you hate those annoying imps that just stand at the entrance and are able to say one and only one phrase, without understanding a word of English? “No bag, no bag.” I am surrounded by morons, at least those guys aren’t there when I’m working graveyard.

My arms and wrists are so ripped up from work today. I just ain’t made for lifting heavy loads of stuff all over the place! Hopefully it’ll contribute to my lack of excercise and neglecting my gym time for the past 12 months. But, no, oh no! That’s not all folks, my toes feel all busted up from wearing those clunky steel toe boots. I suppose I rather get my toes hammered up a bit rather than smashed flat into the concrete floor, better safe than sorry. I was considering getting a day job to go with my graveyard job, but that’s insane! No way can I do that, I’m not that commited!

Holy shamoly, I haven’t hung out with any of my friends in a long, long, long time since school ended in june. Atleast I got my Angela

Four whole nights of working at SuperStore and I’m already pretty much exhausted. Today I worked a se7en hour shift compared to my normal 5!! I’ve discovered that working graveyard shifts give you some mystical ability to eat more than you would if you were to work in the day. The negative side of the story is that your stamina gets purged alot faster than you would in the day, unless you’re a bat or some sort of nocturnal personage. My last perception tidbit is that steel toe boots HURT if you wear them too long; makes me really want to buy a pair of Dr. Scholls gel insoles. Stupid pay day is 6 days away…

First of all, I have a job now! I work at superstore @ metrotown, come visit me! I work from 10 PM to 3 AM. Hahaha… Grocery is a cool job, we just pull palettes out of the back and throw boxes all over the aisels and get paid nine or ten dollars an hour for it. Well, newbies get paid that amount, anyways. It’s a very easy job, with music playing in the background at all times which makes time go by even faster. Best of all, I get to do whatever I want during the day, then work my ass off at night plus it’s like a 10 minute walk from home.

Secondly, Guess Warehouse sale is pretty damn good. I bought two pairs of jeans for $29.99 each. One is normally $139.99 and the other is $89.99. Anyways I’m broke now, pay day is one or two weeks away. I wanted to get that cool watch for $75, but I’m broke.

Boring entry today, just a log of what really happened in my life.

Strange Dreams.

The other night I dreamed that it was an ordinary day at Metro town’s food court and I purchased a turkey meal at the Roasty Jack. While placing my tray onto an empty table, I forgot to get some condiment or such back at the Roasty Jack, so I left my food unattended while walking back towards the restaurant. I looked forward to such a divine and succulent meal of turkey awaiting me, back at my table. I always wanted to eat there, but I never had the chance. As I returned to my great discovery all of my food disappeared! It was like a complete nightmare, my afternoon of feasting upon a wonderful turkey meal was completely ruined. My Grandfather appeared out of nowhere to reveal the truth to me. He informed me that an obese African-American woman stole my food and ate it all and directed me to her direction. I was very furious and I wanted revenge. I quickly thanked my Grandfather and sprinted away, cautiously lurking behind the woman. I followed the whale through buildings and buildings, streets and streets. With great stealth, I infiltrated the enemy’s lair; she was unaware of my presence. She resided within an area of slums, within a worn down building. Holy shit, I was so pissed off at her for just stealing and gobbling down my turkey meal when I did nothing to her. What did I deserve to get my perfect meal stolen from? Poor turkey meal, rest in peace… I had to deliver vengeance!  It was decided; I had to execute her with my jack knife in hand. Charging towards her, I shouted my war cry, “Blood for the blood god!” Just when I pinned the target, it was my moment of fame to rip out this asshole of a bitch’s throat. Yet, I’ve never killed a person in my life, or so I’m aware of. Regardless of how violent my mind may be at times, I just simply couldn’t take another human being’s life. Perhaps it was the mere anticipation of overwhelming gore that made my stomach ill and my mind numb. I just wasn’t ready to stain my hands with blood… Then I woke up.

I clean out my closet once a month, to throw out more and more useless shit sitting back in that cave. Many things have sentimental value, many things do not. Sentimental or not, isn’t practicality what truely makes things more valueable? Thus my reasoning for throwing more and more away… It’s actually quite nice not to worry about so much trash sitting around. I think I can probably end up with two or three boxes of stuff by next month depending on how much I throw out.

I’m getting more and more bored by the second!! Firstly, I’m currently not enrolled under any post-secondary institution at the moment. My reason? I’m taking a year off and either planning to upgrade my skills or marks. It really depends where I decided to be idle during this time. There are too many decisions and not quite enough time.

i) I could go to Toronto and perhaps take some brief art classes while working up some cash.
ii) Stay in BC and upgrade my marks in January, which would probably lead me to a much greater percentage.

The only problem is art schools expect portfolios and marks in by SPRING while other programs need them by summer? Next semister of adult ed is in January, ending in April. Shit… Decisions, decisions… Goto Ontario for a crap shoot or burn a couple months here for a solid grade.

My painting techniques have increased ten fold, however my drawing skills have decreased a thousandfold. Well, lets see if I can do this sketchbook right. HB, 2H, 2B, 4B…

Scarface is internationally reknown for being a ‘classic,’ yet what many do not give themselves the time to research the reasoning for the title. Throughout the duration of the movie the audience is completely ignorant of the reason for such a illusive title. The reason for this is that Scarface is a modern day retelling of an older movie, that’s right a retelling, not a remake. The original movie was actually based on an actual gangster named Al Capota whom lived around the era of WWI and such. Capota was nicknamed ’Scarface,’ due to a scar on his face received by some violent means in which I have forgotten. Anyways that’s my fact of the day and good movie.

I need to paint more…