An exerpt from my life

Back by popular demand is the following story which I composed while I was at Capernwray in England. It chronicles a small token of my life in a fashion that you will hopefully find enjoyable.

It happens that sometimes in the pursuit of fitness there are mishaps. Some of these have to do with the mutilation of the human body, others the destruction of valuable specially bought, most of the time, expensive equipment. The particular mishap that befell my exercise experience had to do with a defective bottle of shampoo.
I recently decided that I would, in light of the freshman 15 affliction, pursue an exercise regimen. There are a number of sweat producing activities that can be participated in at Capernwray. The most popular option seems to be jogging. According the Heathers Concise Dictionary of the English Language, often abbreviated as HCDEL, jogging is defined as, “the exhausting punishment of the human body in order to achieve physical fitness.” As a strong supporter of the HCDEL, I decided against this popular choice. I began searching for other ways to work off a few pounds that didn’t cause me to hate the sport after three days. What I found was quite exciting. I decided that I would take up swimming laps in the pool in the mornings before breakfast. Not having swum since the 7th grade when I was an active member of the swim club, made an interesting show for the first while, but eventually I took to it like a fish to water.
Yes all was well, I was getting exercise, I was enjoying it and I was not gaining weight, as rapidly that is. However one dark day, I came across something very disconcerting. My backpack which I toted to and from the pool was slightly wet, a little gooey and smelled mildly like the fruity goodness of Herbal Essences. Yes, you guessed it, my backpack had been attacked, by a improperly shut bottle of shampoo, that is. This was a proper catastrophe. Now my beautiful backpack, the instrument of my traveling experience had the encountered first hand just what the essence of the Herbals is.
I, in my typical band aid fix style, spot cleaned my backpack and kept on using it for my swimming purposes. This all had to come to an end, however, when I needed the backpack for a weekend trip to Edinburgh, Scotland. I was forced to clean it. I could not be a simple throw in the washer situation because this particular backpack has a metal frame. This forced me to scrub it in the sink and like all good shampoos my whole backpack took to frothing and lathering something extraordinary. The lathering seemed never ending, no need for repeat, so I just stopped washing it and let it to try hoping the bubbles would do what bubbles do and dissipate. Now this could be the end of this escapade, but since I am still writing you as the reader must now understand that there is more. So much more. The wrench in the situation was that I needed this sopping wet bubbly backpack that night to pack in for the trip. I needed this to dry much faster than nature was willing to work. So I did what any girl living in a dorm with 5 other roommates would do. I took the blow dryer to it. So there I am, blow dryer in one hand, backpack in the other in a last attempt to render this pack ready to fulfill its calling in life, to be packed in. It turns out that the fabric of the backpack is hard to penetrate, even with air, so my pack had a difficult time to achieve dryness. After much drying, I retired it to hang on my closet to air dry for a while. So this is where it sits now. It is now much dryer than it was, but it will forever be afflicted with a small aroma of fruitiness. A small memento of a run in with one bottle of shampoo with a vengeance for backpacks.

Representation

For a person who studies words all day long, I often find them completely inadequate. Because we can't just make up a new word for every thing we want to express, we must use and reuse the words that we already have in our vocabulary. The word may represent what it is trying to convey well, or not so well. When almost-right, but not quite words are all combined together to form a lovely thing called a sentence we often have not quite communicated what we meant to say.
Wouldn't it be great if we could abandon words completely and send each other "mind-streams"? Like tuning into a radio, we could get the full force of what someone else was meaning. This would also solve the problem of language barriers. But thats a little too sci-fi, even for me.
Now for a fun break from my textbook like talk, I will refer you to a Calvin & Hobbes comic:

Nothing proves a point like a Calvin & Hobbes comment.
Unfortunatly, however, most of the time when we try to abandon represenation, like the convention of language, we end up with some undescernable blob, somewhat like Calvin's snow structure. Oh well, it was worth a shot.
Going back to language barriers, however, let me relate to you a "fun" story that happened to me today. This year I decided to take a 2nd year Spanish class to follow up the Spanish classes I took last year. However, I am finding that the jump from 1st year to 2nd year to be a bit more of a leap over a gigantic gulf, and I am somewhere in the middle of the gulf. The entire class is carried on in Spanish and some of the time I understand what is going on and most of the time I spend looking down in case the Prof wants to ask me a question that I may not understand, or know how to respond to. (This way I just look really engrossed. "Oooo, Este libro de texto es muy interesante!") This "keeping a low profile" way of learning has been working for me for some time now and so I was feeling pretty good about the class. Today, however, we were talking about the Prado Museum in Madrid, and I rashly said, "I went there!" Perfect, I have now singled myself out as the resident expert about Spain. First the Prof asks me something that I reason out must mean, "What was your experience like?" To this I respond in the most eloquent way I know how and say "Uhhhh.." followed by a dose of "Ummm.." and finally I manage to say something resembling "It was interesting." Wow, now there is a complex sentence for you. The experiences and the answers that followed flowed in much the same stream and I would rather not speak of that painful experience. In the end, the class ended (as classes) do and I continued on my way feeling slightly to very inadequate at Spanish. Thankfully no one else I come in daily contact with speaks Spanish so my embarrasments can be contained to that classroom alone.

Beginnings and Perfectionism

I think that the single most destructive force working against me starting or even finishing anything is my perfectionism. Let me relay an example: I have not posted anything on my blog for a couple of weeks. Why? Because my last post was, in my opinion, "good" and I cannot think of anything recently that would match up to the quality of it. See! My need for everything I do to be some sort of feat of excellence prevents me from doing anything much of the time. I suppose I could remedy this by doing a load of things that would be sub-par in some way, but I do not think that would help me. I need to find a way to be okay with some things being very good, some mediocre and some terrible, which I would classify as a mistake and strive not to do again. So I hope this post is sufficiently mediocre for everyone who is reading it.
Moving on to a new subject, lets discuss some thoughts that have come from my first day at university (this fall). My first thoughts were simply, well, back into the swing of things, vaguely indifferent, blah, blah. Then as I went to my first day of classes and began to see all of the work that I will have to do this year in order to simply not fail and etc I got a feeling that can most accuratly be described as "PANIC"! How did I get myself into this stress abyss again? And if I didn't that was enough, I have decided to work while going to school as well. Perfect. So now I just don't know how this whole situation is going to work. Am I going to be able to handle the workload, or will I be crushed by a steamroller called "stress"? Only time will tell I suppose.

FABULOUS!

I never really thought that I would become one of those people who used the word 'fabulous'. And yet somehow since I became a 'style specialist' at Le Chateau 
I have noticed that it has found its way into my vocabulary. Take, for instance, the following exerpts which I have actually spoken:
-At Tim Hortons they hand me my double double and I say "Fabulous!". Then they hand my sandwich and I again respond with "Fabulous!"
- At work, "That dress looks fabulous on you!"
It is not like I am suggesting there is anything wrong with style of speech, or the people who speak this way, I just never thought that I would become one of them.
The big question is then, does this one word change who I am? Have I become a different person, or a person who does life differently just because everything is "Fabulous!"? I don't think that this simple word or the way it changes how I relate to people changes who I essentially am, however it does build on my personality. If it is just a building block on a tall tower (I am fairly tall after all) called "me", is it a brick that I particularily like? I think it is not harmful, provided that I do not draw only on the "Fabulous!" source from here on in.
This discussion points to another important life-concept which has been mulling around in my head for a while. It deals with the building blocks that make up who I am. Every step I take and permission I give myself in a certain direction leads me in that respective direction. To become what we want to become we must build on to ourselves what will lead us in that desired direction. The same goes for the directions we don't want to be carried in. What may seem like a simple exception, could lead me to becoming a person who I definatly don't want to be. So then, we must constantly be on our guard, measuring and testing, to streamline our lives in the way that we want to be going. It can be a tiresome process, but it is what must be done if I want to become a certain way. For instance, if I want to become closer to God (which I do) then I must not do the things that seperate me from him. Yes, I realize this seems simple, but the process of weighing everything I do, is far from simple. Some things are simple. Most things are slightly to really gray. Or a delicate balance. But if I keep on this path towards what God would have me
be I know the outcome will be "Fabulous!"

Thailand...Tomorrow!!

Well loyal reader, tomorrow is when the adventure begins. Sure moving is interesting and all that, but I seek greater thrills and adventures. So, I am going to Thailand, tomorrow. While I am in Thailand and for all Thai related adventures please Lisa's blog which holds a spot in the ever-coveted section called "hip spots". Lisa will be my fellow adventurer in this trip and she will also be the only one of the two of us bringing along a laptop. So from this point on the adventrue begins and have a look at Lisa's blog for updates, pictures and all of our adventures!

Welcome, the meeting of the blog will now come to order...

Hello there readers, its been a while. In keeping with good parlimentary procedure (as I always strive to do) I would like to first discuss "old buisness". Lets start with last weekend when I went home. I quit my one job because they made me work on the weekend and I wanted to go home. No thats not actually the reason I quit, really I just didnt like it. But it was rather convenient really. It was a really good weekend; we celebrated mothers day and my moms birthday 
and I got to see my family and witness my dad get Nicolaas's kite stuck in a tree. Yep, those were good days. Now to the next order of buisness. This one encompasses most of the rest of my life. My job. Like I said, I quit my one job that I had, and before that, another job. And no, I have not often been praised for my stick-to-itivness. What does "iv" stand for in that last word? Is "iv" some kind of popular suffix phenomona that I missed out on? Never mind. The point is, I only have one job now, and it is at Le Chateau. Its a really good job and I really like it. At 
Le Chateau we have highly intelligent conversation such as;
Style Specialist 1: "This is really cute!"
Style Specialist 2: "Ya, for sure"
(Pause)
S.S. 1: "Do you think its a shirt or a skirt (either shirt or skirt could be subsituted with "dress" here if the reader so chooses)
S.S. 2: "I dont really know, I think it could be either."
S.S 1: "Ya your right"
See what did I tell you. Higher education is hardly necessisary with this sort of discussion taking place in order to expand ones mind. Okay, okay, so I may make fun of the clothing store job, but I really do like it. It is a nice change from school and the hours go fast.
I dont think that there is any new buisness to discuss, so I move that this blog is adjourned.
Motion passed, blog adjourned!

Hold on to your hats folks, its rant time!

As the benevolent sort of person I am, I like to cater to the wishes of my adoring public. This composition is for to Tim for suggesting that I write a rant about all the things that bother me about Calgary. 
So here goes...
5. Calgary sucks because there is a Starbucks on every corner which makes 
you want to go there every time you drive by
4. Calgary sucks because there are a ton of great stores which coerce me into spending money
3. Calgary sucks because there are many unfriendly people who honk at me when I am driving bad. Maybe they are just saying hello...
2. Calgary sucks because I got three job offers in three days and now have to turn one down.
1. And most of all, Calgary sucks because my best friend lives here and won't leave my room!
Okay, so maybe those comments dont prove my point, but Calgary is really awful, really!...

In pursuit of the mysterious thing commonly known as "a job"

I think if there was a contest to see who wrote the longest blog titles, I would win. I put it to you, my reader, to find another person who uses ridiculously long sentances where two words would suffice. For instance, this blog I could have called "Job hunting" or "job search".
Enough dilly dally, though, lets get down to the point. As many of my readers may know, I moved to Calgary last weekend (Ap 29th), and seeing as my options for thriving were getting a job or being a bum on the street, I decided to be a bum on the street. No, no I didn't. I had to get a job. So with high hopes in the legendary Calgarian salaries and general desperation for workers, I began my search. I can't find a way for this next part to sound interesting, so here is the jist of it; I've been on the job hunt for the last 3 days. The good news is that I managed to get a job, actually 2 and maybe after my next interview 3. Then comes the hard part, turning down one of the jobs, which I am not
 exactly looking forward to... However these things must be done. The right 
way is rarely ever the path of least resistance, or something like that.
Okay folks until next time keep fit and have fun!

And now ladies and gentlemen, a word from our sponsor...

Welcome to my first blog posting. Excitement wells up inside of me as I have finally come to this, my blog ribbon cutting ceremony. There are so many things to be thankful for on this joyous day. I would like to thank all of the people who where so instrumental in bringing me to this place. First there are all of the dedicated bloggers whom I know. You are an 
inspiration to us all, and especially to me as I embark upon this blogging journey. Then there are the amazing few who have been so influential with good old fashioned peer pressure. For this I would especially like to thank Lisa for those words that are so dear to my heart; "Ya, do it!" and Tim for his wise words; "And Heather you can't live vicariously through Lisa's blog. You must start one of your own". All of these things and the internal need to keep up with whats hip, has brought me to this place.  A place of dignity, and of achievement... and of putting down your 
thoughts and happenings on the internet so other people can read them.