Trials of Pub Crawl

I never really had a real “crazy first year college experience” because…well..let’s not get into that.

Or we can. We totally can. I previously went to a place for school that was like Community but without the laughter, friends, events, sports teams, and will to live.

ANYWAY

So now, at the tender age of almost-21 (oh dear god, really?), I’m trying to do just that. Have a normal university experience.

My awesome school now puts on a bunch of awesome events. This past Thursday was pubcrawl.

I went out, drank on the subway with my friend like two classy 20 year olds, almost got picked up by an accountant, and most likely danced worse than Elaine Benes.

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He bought me one of these, because I am a classy but slightly outdated lady.

Things are getting better.

Yeah, no one likes “hey my life is fucking awesome now, cool” posts. I’ll get back to some depressing ones later, don’t you worry.

I’m the wittiest when my life is shitty.

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TV Expectations

They’ve lied to us. High school was not as positive as Degrassi or as fun and good-natured as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. There was no usual “hang out” that wasn’t full of angry looking 12 grade boys trying to buy Chinese food at lunch and scaring away the local families (it happened. There were complaints. Our students were assholes.)

No. My high school was in the middle of no where, overcrowded, and run by people who thought it was more important to ensure students weren’t on their cell phones at lunch than worrying about actual learning.

No one gave a shit about the football team (this is Canada, after all, where we have yet to build a 60 million dollar football stadium for a high school) and what is school spirit? Our colours were grey, silver, and black. What a cheerful-looking crowd we would have been.

So, whatever, TV never depicts real life, unless you live in the American South, where I assume every single high school on TV is modelled after.

University matched up slightly better, taking into account the majority of students at my school commute. We have pub nights and things, woo!

Now I just hope Friends wasn’t a lie. Or GIRLS, just…you know…without the awkward nakedness.

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or the awfully unflattering outfit choices by Dunham

Well, actually when bus passes in your city cost a student $106 a month and rent is at least $700 with a few roommates…it looks like my parents are going to be roommates for a while.

Hopefully no awkward nakedness.

And maybe, if I work really hard and score an actual full-time job after I graduate that’s not the retail hell my peers are stuck in, I’ll be able to almost afford a shitty apartment with a bunch of roommates. We’ll see. 

I’m Alive.

Yes, I know. I mean, I’ve been busy. I know I haven’t returned your calls or emails in the form of comments or messages. I meant to–really. I didn’t forget about you.

What have I been doing?

I’ve been busy working at my school, fixing computers and things. I know, it’s like a real job, still a student job but more legitimate than running the swan ride and falling into the lake this summer.

I’ve been studying. You can’t take a life-long nerd out of school for a year and not expect her to kick ass when she gets back. I’ll just brag about my A, A and A+ on my three half-year classes this December. Yep. I’ll brag. Deal with it.

I’ve been Model UN-ing. Debating. Pretending I know things about economics and looking snazzy in my suit from Sears.

I’ve been going on mini-trips to Montreal. Two. I can now order my food en francais.

I’ve spent as much time as possible with two beautiful people that were my best friends first semester. They were here on exchange, which is the worst but best situation at the same time. We wasted no time, taking in hockey games, the best brunch places, and some silly nights at Philthy McNasty’s. I miss them tons.

I rode a full-sized horse for the full time. I figured I deserved it after spending the summer getting ponies ready for kids to ride.

I’ve been cheating on you. I’ve been supporting another WordPress blog, but as an eAmbassador for my school. I told you, you can’t take the nerd out of the girl (no, shut up you perverts).

I’ve said goodbye to my beautiful dog who passed away last month. It’s odd, I was devastated but I really felt like it was his time and I’ve made peace. He gave us years of happiness and sometimes a little frustration, and he was there for me during my year of nothingness when I started this blog. Thanks, little guy, I’ll always miss you.

Oh, and I also discovered Reddit. So, that kind of took over my brain for a while. Excuses, excuses, I know.

So, there it is. You are caught up. I hope this will spur me on to post more, since I love just kind of throwing my ideas out there and getting whatever feed back, good or bad. (Hopefully good, though. You know how it is on this internet thing here.)

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Irrelevant photo for your entertainment.

Grown-ups drink wine, right?

I have forced myself to be a wine person over the past year.

My parents are not wine people. My turned-out-to-be-batshit-insane step-aunt was the only wine person in our family, until, well she left the family via batshit-insane methods.

For some reason,  I associated wine with people who are grown up and successful. How am I going to hang out with my fancy educated friends and go to fancy educated dinner parties if I don’t like wine? What will I bring? Rum? It is delicious.

After stopping at the little kiosk at the front end of Loblaws a few times, one of the few non-LCBO ways to buy liquor in this over-regulated province, I finally decided I was a red wine person. Yes. White wine is gross. It stains less, but it’s gross.

It’s been a long journey of cringe-worthy beverages, but I think I’ve finally developed an actual taste for it. Yes! A small, useless success in a world of unfairness.

To be fair, I’m still at the point where my measure of taste is “does it make me gag or not?” but I’m getting there.

Simply a little window into the neurosis that invades my life.

Cheers.

Obligatory Summer-is-Over Post

I left after class today to catch the bus, and apparently the temperature dropped 15 degrees between 2 and 6. Oh my god.

I actually miss my summer job. Not the whole repetitive thing where you stand in the sun for 9 hours and yell at children, but all the friends I made. Corny, I know.

Things I learned this summer:

-children + turnstiles = the most frustrating thing you can ever imagine.

-if you work with farm animals all day and then get on the subway, people will move because you probably stink.

-the TTC will sometimes make you want to yell at everything and everyone. You should probably just get off the subway when it’s stuck at the station for 40 minutes and do something more useful with your time, like walking.

-at the same time, getting stuck with people you just met at work on the subway forever is a great breeding ground for new friendships!

-don’t ever try to make your hair look nice before work. HA.

-starting school will be bittersweet, and you’ll miss all your friends that went back to school like crazy.

TTYL, summer. It’s been nice.

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I got used to napping under trees this summer.

Parlez-vous francais?

So, I’ve started my bilingual education at a bilingual school.

This is now stuck in my head forever. This and Gangnam Style.  Oh, frosh week.

Kodak, Is This A Joke?

A few months ago my mom won a camera from work. A little, waterproof, video-camera type thing. I took it to PEI with me (because nothing is more flattering than taking pictures of your friends swimming in the freezing ocean). I put it underwater (important, because it’s waterproof and all). The doors got stuck and wouldn’t open.

No one looks that good underwater.

What do I do? Email Kodak.

This experience is just so laughable I had to share it with someone.

I sent them something along the lines of what I wrote above, but I specified the model type and blah blah blah. What I really wanted to know was if it was a known problem with some sort of solution, because I googled around and it’s kind of bullshit that everyone is having problems with the doors getting stuck. I mean, did they not test this waterproof camera…underwater?

So I get a form email back of course, and I kid you not this is what I’m asked:

“1.Was this product dropped or exposed to any liquids?

2.Have you tried taking out battery and placing it back in?”

…but…but…I answered the first one and how will the second one relate to…did you even read my message?

I answer them. I include that it was a gift, because they asked if I had proof of purchase.

Their response:

“Please provide me with the serial number for the Kodak PlaySport ZX5 video camera. The serial number should be located on the box or on the camera on the side where the compartment is located”

…apparently putting both form emails together was too much to handle, oh and by the way the serial number was located under the stuck door. I told them this in my response with the serial number. No acknowledgement.

Apparently after they have all this information they can recommend I sent the camera  in for service…with proof of purchase. Which I told them I did not have, since it was a gift.

Of course, I email a back a polite little “wtf?” message, and then they send me a survey asking about how my experience was. And then an ad asking me if I wanted to buy a new digital photo frame or some crap.

So, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. I have finally found the company with the worst customer service in the world. Short of actually coming to my house and slapping me in the face, this couldn’t have been any more aggravating.

I wish you all a much less painful experience if your camera ever were to break.

Oh, and by the way, my dad fixed it with some WD40. Thanks for the help, Kodak!