Short lunch time entry since I am stuck at school, with one more class to go on the first day back.
V!nce (an instructor) was nice enough to let us out early for lunch, as well as cancel one of this afternoons' classes..god bless him.
As for other instructors, Br3nt was still as boring and droning...He put me to sleep within 50 minutes and I was nodding away for a good ten minutes before just finally putting my head down for a nap. A "new" instructor, Tr3v0r seems very "my kind of instructor" as in he's a hard ass and stickler. (kind of like me) This is bad, but also good. At least I can say that he is consistent, which is very important.
First day back and I already have an assignment due. I guess I'll start on it today.
Went to the gym this morning for my first Bodypump class in MONTHS. I chose very light weights, save for triceps and biceps where, for some reason, I forgot to change my weights and ended up using the same (2 med weights) that I used to use way back when. I'm sure I'll feel it tomorrow.
Early dinner with my JERKs and Gene and Greg was cancelled yesterday. I was both glad and sad. Sad that I wouldn't get to hang out with some of my favourite people in the world, but glad that I got to spend time with my baby.
Even after three years, it is just so relaxing to sit and talk and hold him. Except when he tries to squeeze me too hard (on purpose) and when he wants to tickle me to death (because he can) or when he decides that he wants to make me eat something I don't like (like excessive amounts of cabbage).
Yes. Except with those three exceptions, he is an angel. *cough*
We picked up a snail, plecostomas, and bronze catfish for the aquarium, and watched American Wedding and The Story of David Gale.
Sadly, American Wedding ended the trilogy badly (for me anyways) but David Gale was worth watching.
Ok. So the gay bar scene in AW was well done. But there were logic flaws and Steven (the "stiffmeister") was a tired act.
ehhh. Back to class.
7:05pm. Contacts are blurry. I terribly sick of my brother mooching around the house. 27-year- old MAN living in his parents' home, unemployed, collecting money from the government because he got laid off and just..CAN, staying up late doing god knows WHAT in his bedroom and computer room, sleeping in the afternoon if he isn't snowboarding all day.
It makes me sick.
It wouldn't make me so sick if he just was the above, but he is also full of shit. The other day we had to go out to the cemetary because it was an important day of one of my late great- grandmothers..and so we were late getting out to lunch with the rest of the family.
Charlie is driving. Mom is in the back talking on her cell phone. We had planned to go to a pho place on Kingsway, and all of a sudden Charlies drives right past Kingsway and decides on his own that he wants to go to a wonton noodle house on Broadway. Even THIS might have been ok. But then he starts spouting some shit about how the family is on broadway eating already, I'm like "what are you talking about???" And he continues arguing with me until my mother gets off the phone and demands where he's going.
"To Broadway. The family is there. I want to go there."
To which I respond, "Why didn't you just SAY that (you wanted to go for wonton)?? If YOU didn't want to go for pho, you could have said so. Don't just make everyone's decision without consulting anyone."
Even after my mother corrected him and blatently said that she had never said that the family was on broadway, and had repeatedly said that they were on Kingsway, the boy never let up. What a shitter.
Then tonight after dinner, he puts on a big show. That's just great. He decides to wash dishes ONLY when my dad is there, sure to see. This is the boy that rarely washes his own dishes, including the egg breakfast plates and pans which stuck-on egg yolk splatters, which he leaves all fucking day for some unfortunate soul (usually my mother, I sure as hell am not doing his GD-d dishes) to find and wash. FUCKKKK!!!!
*pant* ok. It's all good. *ahhh*. Have to go study. (The geek that I am.)
Let's end up this bedtime story with a little bit about my chem / toxicology instructor. J. S@lvo. Same chem instructor as the one I had in first-semester Chemical Engineering. And sure as hell, somethings never changed. For some reason I thought that the year that I had him last, it was his first year. He didn't *quite* have good command of the classroom, and somehow lacked the personality and presence to keep things interesting. I remember a bespectaculed boy at the back of the room trying to pass off a petition to rid of him, claiming that his teaching methods were "tedious and ineffective".
Mr. J. still doesn't have the personality to uphold the classroom, and part of me thinks that he's afraid of public speaking. He fidgets with his fingers, pens, taps his foot, avoids eye contact, and tends to ramble / mumble.