So I TRIMMED MY BEARD! the other day. It went alright. It certainly looks more intentional now. I feel like my face shrunk, though, and I'm surprised every time I look in the mirror. I'm going to have to reevaluate my self-image while I'm dreaming, too. I'll probably keep dreaming of myself with a big beard, and wake up all confused, like I did when I had a beard, but still dreamed with the clean shaven self-image.
It looks better this way when I'm in my Karate gii, but worse in my street clothes, I think. Because when you're in the martial arts, you want to look rough, but you want it to be a contained, controlled, intentional kind of rough. When you're on the street, you want to be thuggin'.
Haha, I know that's not how I used to talk. Remember, I used to feel guilty about gaining muscle tone because I felt I would intimidate people?
Well, that's not how I intimidate people. It turns out, I made a scary first impression on my Katimavik group, and a few friends from high school enthusiastically agreed with this perception, but it wasn't based on my size.
Apparently, when you first meet me, I'm really quiet, but my eyes are EVERYWHERE, and then I'll laugh, and it will be this coarse, serial killer's laugh, and people just wonder "WHAT IS HE THINKING"?!
Guh... That's too specific to be a universal opinion!
I also asked everyone in my Katima-house if I could be a supervillain. All the males said yes, and all the females said no. Isn't that a.... bad thing? Chicks dig supervillains!!! I asked if I could be a superhero and they said yes. So, that's something, I guess. Some girls swing that way.
Anyway, point is, if I'm intimidating, it's not because I'm a thug, so I can afford to joke a little about it, now.
I'm getting my Karate uniform embroidered to have the logo of my dojo put on it. It used to be a guy's silhouette doing a flying kick in front of a yin-yang, but they changed it so that the yang of the yin-yang is grey. I approve of this decision. I have my high school diploma and five certificates framed in my room, and I was rating each of them based on appearance. I thought my Katimavik one was best, because it had clarity, symbolism, and originality, without being crowded. My yellow belt got second place. It would have gotten first, but the symbol of the silhouette against the black of the yang created a merging effect. There was a bit of a white outline around the silhouette, but still.
Now yin, yang, and silhouette are all clearly defined and contrast each other. Very nice.
Third place went to my Safe Food Handling certificate. That's weird, because it's a kind of relatively unimportant certificate. It probably looks the most regal. It only lost points because it's overly-intricate, which makes it lose it's impact and clarity.
My high school diploma is too simple. I spent like, 14 years getting that diploma! Why is it so boring?!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Thanksgiving, Work, Misc
Well, the visit is over, and we're still working our way through the leftovers. It was especially good to see my three-year-old cousin, who I haven't seen since before he could talk. He is my first experience of watching a child grow, as an adult. Another highlight was, I got some beard-grooming advice from my bearded grandfather. We'll see how that works out.
Yesterday I worked for four hours for the people I would most frequently do odd jobs for before Katimavik. I fixed a composting thing, which required hammering in six-foot metal pegs into the ground with a rock. I felt tough. To be fair, I just hammered three pegs, two feet deep apiece, and one four feet deep, but still! Overall, that's ten feet of hammering, and I had to dig one out, which required digging a three foot hole.
I was pretty wrecked after that day of work. I feel sick, and it doesn't feel like what I had before. It doesn't feel fair, if my illnesses are being stacked. I didn't even know that could happen. I thought that, after you were sick once, you went through a brief period of immunity before you were vulnerable to new illnesses again.
The new neighbours have moved in. They're not as talkative as our old ones.
I'm still working on the 43 reviews. I hate them!!!! It's not possible to do 43 reviews at any kind of fast pace.
I'm playing online Scrabble again. I think I may have said something offensive to my Scrabble partner, so I'm trying to warm her up by beating her at Scrabble. My plan is, she'll think "Such a competent Scrabble player can't be all bad" once I defeat her. Until then, we only know each other in the world of competitive Scrabble.
Yesterday I worked for four hours for the people I would most frequently do odd jobs for before Katimavik. I fixed a composting thing, which required hammering in six-foot metal pegs into the ground with a rock. I felt tough. To be fair, I just hammered three pegs, two feet deep apiece, and one four feet deep, but still! Overall, that's ten feet of hammering, and I had to dig one out, which required digging a three foot hole.
I was pretty wrecked after that day of work. I feel sick, and it doesn't feel like what I had before. It doesn't feel fair, if my illnesses are being stacked. I didn't even know that could happen. I thought that, after you were sick once, you went through a brief period of immunity before you were vulnerable to new illnesses again.
The new neighbours have moved in. They're not as talkative as our old ones.
I'm still working on the 43 reviews. I hate them!!!! It's not possible to do 43 reviews at any kind of fast pace.
I'm playing online Scrabble again. I think I may have said something offensive to my Scrabble partner, so I'm trying to warm her up by beating her at Scrabble. My plan is, she'll think "Such a competent Scrabble player can't be all bad" once I defeat her. Until then, we only know each other in the world of competitive Scrabble.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thanksgiving
Hi everyone. I don't have long to post.
Yesterday I started my long list of reviews. Turns out, even if I try to be quick, I won't be able to go very fast with it. When you have 42 reviews to do, if you spend only one minute on each, that's 42 minutes. And it generally takes me well over a minute to do a review.
My grandparents have come over to visit from up North for Thanksgiving. They brought up a free-range turkey and a bunch of other stuff. My aunt and cousin are also coming tomorrow.
In case you're wondering from my mention of turkey above, I don't think I can rightfully call myself a vegetarian anymore. I spent the final two months as a vegetarian. Me and the guy I was doing the beard competition with decided to do a vegetarian competition and we talked a bunch of other people into it.
I already posted on my other blog how difficult it is to be a vegetarian. Unless you get another person to do it with you, you feel completely alienated. Also, I'm not totally on-board with the ethics of vegetarianism.
I think that, to respect nature, which is what my main rationale behind changing into a vegetarian, you must respect the food chain, and I believe the human being is naturally omnivorous. On the more shallow side, foods like soy and tofu mess with your hormones, and give you more estrogen. 65% of vegetarians are female. If a woman is vegetarian and has a child, she's like, 20% more likely to have a female child. All these things indicate vegetarianism is un-macho.
On an even shallower side, I love meat, and people kept forgetting I was a vegetarian constantly, so I don't think it suited me.
As for pro-vegi points, I think factory farming is one of, if not the most, unethical practices mankind is currently guilty of. A guy named Jeremy Bentham said the quote,
"The question is not, Can they reason?, nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?" when talking about animal cruelty. He theorized that in the future we would create rights to stop cruelty to women, people of other races, homosexuals, and animals. He was very ahead of his time, and we've basically risen to his requirements, in the order he said we would. The only thing we haven't really crossed a milestone for is animal cruelty. I think factory farming satisfies a natural instinct through unnatural means. And I think the methods are more unnatural, then the product is natural. I'm not anti-killing, I'm anti-torture. Plus, being a vegetarian is like being in a club. Sometimes I'd find myself coincidentally conversing only with vegetarians, and you'd keep in contact with your fellow vegis, always know what number you were, and what was happening with each and every one of them.
When I came back, I had no obligation to stay vegi, and I stopped calling myself vegetarian, but I gravitated away from meat. I lasted a little while selecting only vegetarian stuff and removing meat if I had to, but without confident resolve, you slip. I've been gravitating a little bit further away from meat than I used to, but that's the best I can say.
I have nothing against free-range stuff. Tomorrow I'm going to chow down. If it were up to me, I'd be an "ethical meat eater" or a "flexitarian".
Yesterday I started my long list of reviews. Turns out, even if I try to be quick, I won't be able to go very fast with it. When you have 42 reviews to do, if you spend only one minute on each, that's 42 minutes. And it generally takes me well over a minute to do a review.
My grandparents have come over to visit from up North for Thanksgiving. They brought up a free-range turkey and a bunch of other stuff. My aunt and cousin are also coming tomorrow.
In case you're wondering from my mention of turkey above, I don't think I can rightfully call myself a vegetarian anymore. I spent the final two months as a vegetarian. Me and the guy I was doing the beard competition with decided to do a vegetarian competition and we talked a bunch of other people into it.
I already posted on my other blog how difficult it is to be a vegetarian. Unless you get another person to do it with you, you feel completely alienated. Also, I'm not totally on-board with the ethics of vegetarianism.
I think that, to respect nature, which is what my main rationale behind changing into a vegetarian, you must respect the food chain, and I believe the human being is naturally omnivorous. On the more shallow side, foods like soy and tofu mess with your hormones, and give you more estrogen. 65% of vegetarians are female. If a woman is vegetarian and has a child, she's like, 20% more likely to have a female child. All these things indicate vegetarianism is un-macho.
On an even shallower side, I love meat, and people kept forgetting I was a vegetarian constantly, so I don't think it suited me.
As for pro-vegi points, I think factory farming is one of, if not the most, unethical practices mankind is currently guilty of. A guy named Jeremy Bentham said the quote,
"The question is not, Can they reason?, nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?" when talking about animal cruelty. He theorized that in the future we would create rights to stop cruelty to women, people of other races, homosexuals, and animals. He was very ahead of his time, and we've basically risen to his requirements, in the order he said we would. The only thing we haven't really crossed a milestone for is animal cruelty. I think factory farming satisfies a natural instinct through unnatural means. And I think the methods are more unnatural, then the product is natural. I'm not anti-killing, I'm anti-torture. Plus, being a vegetarian is like being in a club. Sometimes I'd find myself coincidentally conversing only with vegetarians, and you'd keep in contact with your fellow vegis, always know what number you were, and what was happening with each and every one of them.
When I came back, I had no obligation to stay vegi, and I stopped calling myself vegetarian, but I gravitated away from meat. I lasted a little while selecting only vegetarian stuff and removing meat if I had to, but without confident resolve, you slip. I've been gravitating a little bit further away from meat than I used to, but that's the best I can say.
I have nothing against free-range stuff. Tomorrow I'm going to chow down. If it were up to me, I'd be an "ethical meat eater" or a "flexitarian".
Monday, October 4, 2010
Baggage Declaration
I finally filled out my baggage declaration form today. It's the third time I've had to fill one out, and it never gets any easier. They ask a lot of annoying questions, like, they want to know the location where each item was purchased, and they want a receipt. A lot of my stuff was donated to me, so I don't know where lots of things came from, and who keeps receipts for all their clothes?
Plus, they want to know if you were charged for excess baggage. See, the person told me my bag was "way over" when she checked it, but she never charged me. I guess Katimavik might have paid for it, but it comes out awkward on the form, because it looks like I'm just saying that so I can get reimbursed for more.
At least when I spoke to this woman in charge of finding it, she didn't sound like she expected me to have receipts for everything. She asked "Do you have any receipts?" and didn't seem surprised at my response.
I also sent in my resumes to be converted to .pdf format for if I ever need to apply via email.
I spoke to an old friend from high school today. Looks like we'll be seeing each other this Wednesday. I'm closing in on finishing my rounds for reestablishing my social network.
That old friend of mine friended an old friend of mine from highschool on Facebook. Now that's weird. It was weird when I learned that that random guy I met at my sensei's Stag & Doe was connected with an old friend from elementary school that moved out of the city years ago, and weirder to find out someone from my high school I knew a little was roommates with a friend from my old pre-employment program, but to think that two people I used to hang out with on a daily basis are friends... That's like worlds colliding. I guess I should get used to it... An elementary school friend turned out to be RELATED to a high school friend. That one probably tops this recent one.
Yikes, Thanksgiving is coming up this weekend?! It sure snuck up!
Plus, they want to know if you were charged for excess baggage. See, the person told me my bag was "way over" when she checked it, but she never charged me. I guess Katimavik might have paid for it, but it comes out awkward on the form, because it looks like I'm just saying that so I can get reimbursed for more.
At least when I spoke to this woman in charge of finding it, she didn't sound like she expected me to have receipts for everything. She asked "Do you have any receipts?" and didn't seem surprised at my response.
I also sent in my resumes to be converted to .pdf format for if I ever need to apply via email.
I spoke to an old friend from high school today. Looks like we'll be seeing each other this Wednesday. I'm closing in on finishing my rounds for reestablishing my social network.
That old friend of mine friended an old friend of mine from highschool on Facebook. Now that's weird. It was weird when I learned that that random guy I met at my sensei's Stag & Doe was connected with an old friend from elementary school that moved out of the city years ago, and weirder to find out someone from my high school I knew a little was roommates with a friend from my old pre-employment program, but to think that two people I used to hang out with on a daily basis are friends... That's like worlds colliding. I guess I should get used to it... An elementary school friend turned out to be RELATED to a high school friend. That one probably tops this recent one.
Yikes, Thanksgiving is coming up this weekend?! It sure snuck up!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Employment and Financial Stuff
Hey, so I got my final Katimavik reference letter. Apparently, she had no notion of the undertones of four of the other's in the group, either, because she says, "Gryphon was an asset in developing good relations with his host community, the other members of his group, and his project leader", "In many occasion, he opened himself to the group and shared sensitive personal reflections that favour a positive group feedback and dynamic", "Gryphon showed an irrepressible commitment to his group and the program. He maintained a spirit of teamwork and and cooperation and also always seemed preoccupied about everybody's well-being. He showed respect to all his peers at all times which was appreciated by everybody."
She also mentions my bread making, and how I didn't think I could do it at first, but developed confidence and ability at doing it. I'm never sure what to think when reference letters make a statement about you overcoming a challenge. I mean, it gives a better story, and challenges are how you illustrate effective character development, but this isn't a story, it's an advertisement. I'd almost rather it were like "Gryphon is a power-house of bread-making! He totally showed loads of confidence when he nominated himself as the group bread-maker, which was totally warranted!!!!!!"
A lot of reference letters like to make a statement about a challenge you overcame. Maybe it shows adaptability and quick-learning? I'd still kind of rather they imply I know everything, so I have no need to learn or adapt :P
I had to log into my Katimaroute account (that's where they put my data, travel information and stuff) because they accidentally deleted 17 of my questions from my post-Katimavik quiz. At first they were like "Greetings, Katimavik Alumni... Katimavik needs your help!!!" They were like, treating it like I was some superhero, and they were calling for me to rescue them, but then they were like, "We deleted 17 of your questions by mistake. Please, please rewrite them?" and then their dramatic eloquence became logical. Now that I'm on the outside, I don't have to help them, so they better be nice! I still helped them.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was, when I logged in, they had my age listed as 21. I didn't turn 21 until after I graduated. So they keep active, and still update my Katimaroute page, even after I graduate? Kind of weird.
Another thing I noticed was that, Charlottetown has photos of their group displayed on the front page of the gokatimavik website! Yowzers! That's a kind of significant accomplishment, and I almost feel famous by association. They were a fellow group from our first cluster.
I made a second resume. My first one has my temp work separated to individual sections, and my Katimavik work was smashed together in one, as was my professional writing. In my second resume, my Katimavik and professional writing are separated, and my temp work is fused. So one is for more industrial or entry-level positions, and the other is for jobs that specifically call for one of my other credentials. I guess my resume has reached the tailoring stage. It still all fits on one page.
I feel sick. I've got some kind of bad cold. Stuffed nose and throat, fever, coughing, and sneezing. That kind of thing. I didn't go to Karate much last week because of it, and I hope it doesn't impede me this week, but I still feel pretty bad. I'm pretty sure I've explained it on this blog, but I usually get sick once in Fall and once in Spring. It's like a tradition.
One thing that always freaks me out about gaining stellar attendance for Karate is that, because time perception is memory-based, the intensity of that hour and a half can feel like I spend the majority of my life in that dojo, when the rest of my life is uneventful and doesn't hold memories. And since the classes can have a bit of a militant feel, and I dodged the military... Well, I think it's healthy to have some aspect of your life be about physical exertion and taking instruction, but when you feel like it's the majority of your life... It's sort of like eating. Eating is a healthy thing to do, but it's not healthy to be eating for the majority of your life.
So, what I do on a weekly basis now with my old highschool friends every Tuesday is play Dungeons and Dragons. The geekiest thing you can possibly do. Haha, I'm cool with that, though. If you're going to do something, might as well do it right, right? My character is a Warforged Sorcerer, meaning a sentient suit of armor that was made from the soul of a humanoid, torn out and imbued in this mechanical body. He has no memory of his former life. His deal is that he was created as a slave, he's wandering around freeing slaves. That's how he got connected with these guys' story, since they're in a slaving country.
There was never a fight after my character got introduced. He was all chained up on a ship that sails on sand, which had offered to give the main party a ride. The captain thought my character was a construct(a robot that runs on magic instead of electricity, and has no soul) and so he thought his sentiency was some kind of glitch and decided to chain him up and sell him. My character got bought, he wanted to kill the captain because of his freedom thing, and the main party decided to get into it. But instead of starting a fight, they all calmed down long enough to think to intimidate the captain off of the ship when he was alone, leaving him our old cart, and then we had my character transform into the captain with magic, call the crew members, have my character hand ownership over to one of our group members, and then have the "captain" pretend to commit suicide.
So we wound up with a pirate crew and a ship full of riches. We loaded it up to be a moving fortress that glides across the desert, and we didn't get in a single fight.
Let me quickly tell you about Welfare. I applied, they said that we needed to apply as a family, and Mom needed to be the one to do that. Mom applied, they said I needed to apply separately. I applied, and they said I couldn't apply separately! So they finally took me on as a dependent adult. They guarantee to call back within 24 hours, but they never do. It took about two days wait by the phone for every application.
Plus, they grill you something mean.
"Have you ever lived away from home?"
"I was in a six-month program where I was living away from home."
"Is that the only time you've lived away from home?"
"...Yes."
"Are you employed?"
"No."
"Were you employed before you took this program?"
"...I had some temporary employment and was doing odd jobs."
"Is that all?"
"...Yes."
"Have you done any post-secondary?"
"...No."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Have you ever been married?"
"...No."
"Do you have any children?"
"No." (Okay, maybe that one is kind of responsible)
"Are you single?"
"YES, OKAY!!!"
They totally make your life sound unrewarding and worthless.
I'd also like to point out that you get less money for applying as a family. So families make less money than adults. I don't know, but that sounds kind of backwards.
She also mentions my bread making, and how I didn't think I could do it at first, but developed confidence and ability at doing it. I'm never sure what to think when reference letters make a statement about you overcoming a challenge. I mean, it gives a better story, and challenges are how you illustrate effective character development, but this isn't a story, it's an advertisement. I'd almost rather it were like "Gryphon is a power-house of bread-making! He totally showed loads of confidence when he nominated himself as the group bread-maker, which was totally warranted!!!!!!"
A lot of reference letters like to make a statement about a challenge you overcame. Maybe it shows adaptability and quick-learning? I'd still kind of rather they imply I know everything, so I have no need to learn or adapt :P
I had to log into my Katimaroute account (that's where they put my data, travel information and stuff) because they accidentally deleted 17 of my questions from my post-Katimavik quiz. At first they were like "Greetings, Katimavik Alumni... Katimavik needs your help!!!" They were like, treating it like I was some superhero, and they were calling for me to rescue them, but then they were like, "We deleted 17 of your questions by mistake. Please, please rewrite them?" and then their dramatic eloquence became logical. Now that I'm on the outside, I don't have to help them, so they better be nice! I still helped them.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was, when I logged in, they had my age listed as 21. I didn't turn 21 until after I graduated. So they keep active, and still update my Katimaroute page, even after I graduate? Kind of weird.
Another thing I noticed was that, Charlottetown has photos of their group displayed on the front page of the gokatimavik website! Yowzers! That's a kind of significant accomplishment, and I almost feel famous by association. They were a fellow group from our first cluster.
I made a second resume. My first one has my temp work separated to individual sections, and my Katimavik work was smashed together in one, as was my professional writing. In my second resume, my Katimavik and professional writing are separated, and my temp work is fused. So one is for more industrial or entry-level positions, and the other is for jobs that specifically call for one of my other credentials. I guess my resume has reached the tailoring stage. It still all fits on one page.
I feel sick. I've got some kind of bad cold. Stuffed nose and throat, fever, coughing, and sneezing. That kind of thing. I didn't go to Karate much last week because of it, and I hope it doesn't impede me this week, but I still feel pretty bad. I'm pretty sure I've explained it on this blog, but I usually get sick once in Fall and once in Spring. It's like a tradition.
One thing that always freaks me out about gaining stellar attendance for Karate is that, because time perception is memory-based, the intensity of that hour and a half can feel like I spend the majority of my life in that dojo, when the rest of my life is uneventful and doesn't hold memories. And since the classes can have a bit of a militant feel, and I dodged the military... Well, I think it's healthy to have some aspect of your life be about physical exertion and taking instruction, but when you feel like it's the majority of your life... It's sort of like eating. Eating is a healthy thing to do, but it's not healthy to be eating for the majority of your life.
So, what I do on a weekly basis now with my old highschool friends every Tuesday is play Dungeons and Dragons. The geekiest thing you can possibly do. Haha, I'm cool with that, though. If you're going to do something, might as well do it right, right? My character is a Warforged Sorcerer, meaning a sentient suit of armor that was made from the soul of a humanoid, torn out and imbued in this mechanical body. He has no memory of his former life. His deal is that he was created as a slave, he's wandering around freeing slaves. That's how he got connected with these guys' story, since they're in a slaving country.
There was never a fight after my character got introduced. He was all chained up on a ship that sails on sand, which had offered to give the main party a ride. The captain thought my character was a construct(a robot that runs on magic instead of electricity, and has no soul) and so he thought his sentiency was some kind of glitch and decided to chain him up and sell him. My character got bought, he wanted to kill the captain because of his freedom thing, and the main party decided to get into it. But instead of starting a fight, they all calmed down long enough to think to intimidate the captain off of the ship when he was alone, leaving him our old cart, and then we had my character transform into the captain with magic, call the crew members, have my character hand ownership over to one of our group members, and then have the "captain" pretend to commit suicide.
So we wound up with a pirate crew and a ship full of riches. We loaded it up to be a moving fortress that glides across the desert, and we didn't get in a single fight.
Let me quickly tell you about Welfare. I applied, they said that we needed to apply as a family, and Mom needed to be the one to do that. Mom applied, they said I needed to apply separately. I applied, and they said I couldn't apply separately! So they finally took me on as a dependent adult. They guarantee to call back within 24 hours, but they never do. It took about two days wait by the phone for every application.
Plus, they grill you something mean.
"Have you ever lived away from home?"
"I was in a six-month program where I was living away from home."
"Is that the only time you've lived away from home?"
"...Yes."
"Are you employed?"
"No."
"Were you employed before you took this program?"
"...I had some temporary employment and was doing odd jobs."
"Is that all?"
"...Yes."
"Have you done any post-secondary?"
"...No."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Have you ever been married?"
"...No."
"Do you have any children?"
"No." (Okay, maybe that one is kind of responsible)
"Are you single?"
"YES, OKAY!!!"
They totally make your life sound unrewarding and worthless.
I'd also like to point out that you get less money for applying as a family. So families make less money than adults. I don't know, but that sounds kind of backwards.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Short Update
Sorry I don't update as much as I should, guys. I know it kind of acts against the philosophy that I update this blog to begin with... It's supposed to inspire me to do something worth talking about every day...
...I have seen that teacher who funded Katimavik, and a couple old friends from high school. Turns out these friends meet up together on a weekly basis, and now I'm invited.
Look, I know it's a ripoff, but I just can't update right now. Maybe tomorrow. I'm sorry.
...I have seen that teacher who funded Katimavik, and a couple old friends from high school. Turns out these friends meet up together on a weekly basis, and now I'm invited.
Look, I know it's a ripoff, but I just can't update right now. Maybe tomorrow. I'm sorry.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Phantom Update
Okay, so the phantom didn't come back last night. Too bad, I had a little jab, reverse, jab, reverse, roundhouse kick prepared for it! I was so excited about fighting the ghost, I had a hard time getting to sleep!
I scored a free file cabinet last night. This is useful, because, in the move, my family saved my files, but lost my file cabinet. Unfortunately, my old files are too large for the new cabinet. Fortunately, the new cabinet has it's own files! Time to get filing!
I put the new cabinet in the room I'd be most inclined to haunt, if I were a ghost. Seems like the ghost wants to haunt the bathroom, but I think that's probably just a red herring. Why would anyone want to haunt a bathroom? I put it in the cold room, where it probably ACTUALLY haunts. Take that ghost, I'm messing with your world now, aren't I?!
I made bread today. One loaf is a cheese bread, and one will go to the teacher from my old school, who I still haven't seen yet. I'm not giving her the cheese one, though, just on the off-chance she and everyone else I've given bread to get together and compare notes, and they find out she got better bread.
My recipe says it makes four loaves, but it actually makes five. We need another bread pan.
A little while ago, we made empanadas. In Katimavik, empanadas were one of my four favorite meals: homemade pizza, chicken dinner, butter chicken, and empanadas. There was also a curry that was really good, but we had so many different kinds, I'll never isolate what that one particular kind was. Anyway, the empanadas weren't my recipe, and we didn't know how to make them, so we looked up a recipe, but they turned out great! As good as the ones I had in Katimavik. Turns out they're real simple, and we've had them again since then.
I'm probably getting together with another old friend this Tuesday. Spoke to him today.
So, if you start Katimavik and drop out, then you can never reapply. For this reason, I was a little worried that, if I got slated into a group in CWY and I said no thanks, that might mean that I dropped out, meaning I could never do the program. So instead of officially canceling the process, I decided to just not complete my application until the danger of being selected for a current group passed. Well, guess what happened? I just got an email saying that CWY has approved my medical file! Uh-oh. Time to get a little more assertive.
I scored a free file cabinet last night. This is useful, because, in the move, my family saved my files, but lost my file cabinet. Unfortunately, my old files are too large for the new cabinet. Fortunately, the new cabinet has it's own files! Time to get filing!
I put the new cabinet in the room I'd be most inclined to haunt, if I were a ghost. Seems like the ghost wants to haunt the bathroom, but I think that's probably just a red herring. Why would anyone want to haunt a bathroom? I put it in the cold room, where it probably ACTUALLY haunts. Take that ghost, I'm messing with your world now, aren't I?!
I made bread today. One loaf is a cheese bread, and one will go to the teacher from my old school, who I still haven't seen yet. I'm not giving her the cheese one, though, just on the off-chance she and everyone else I've given bread to get together and compare notes, and they find out she got better bread.
My recipe says it makes four loaves, but it actually makes five. We need another bread pan.
A little while ago, we made empanadas. In Katimavik, empanadas were one of my four favorite meals: homemade pizza, chicken dinner, butter chicken, and empanadas. There was also a curry that was really good, but we had so many different kinds, I'll never isolate what that one particular kind was. Anyway, the empanadas weren't my recipe, and we didn't know how to make them, so we looked up a recipe, but they turned out great! As good as the ones I had in Katimavik. Turns out they're real simple, and we've had them again since then.
I'm probably getting together with another old friend this Tuesday. Spoke to him today.
So, if you start Katimavik and drop out, then you can never reapply. For this reason, I was a little worried that, if I got slated into a group in CWY and I said no thanks, that might mean that I dropped out, meaning I could never do the program. So instead of officially canceling the process, I decided to just not complete my application until the danger of being selected for a current group passed. Well, guess what happened? I just got an email saying that CWY has approved my medical file! Uh-oh. Time to get a little more assertive.
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