An Apple store has opened up in the Rideau Center as of Saturday. I'm totally going sometime this week to draw all the hipsters.
Today's the last day of Bluesfest and I'm so happy. Yes, working there has been fun - good for me too, I think it's really helped with the out-of-work blues for a bit, being able to jump up and run around and be busy for a while. I'm looking forward to being able to laze around tomorrow, beef up my portfolio and draw hipsters.

So last night was AWESOME.
Firstly I had gotten cable installed, so I now have a shiny ugly digital box and the Food Network. Which is on right now. Oh, this is like porn to me.
I was feeling really sick for most of yesterday too, despite trying to eat enough food to sustain me. I passed out halfway through the way and was woken up just in time to get ready to head to work. I didn't want to, but ho boy am I glad I did.
It was a bit chilly outside, espec for July, and that was just perfect to make inside the tent not totally boiling hot. And we were busy, which made the day go by really fast. Then we stopped being busy and as we were closing up, bossman decided I could leave, with there still being half an hour left to Our Lady Peace's set.
So off I run to enjoy an awesome show, and managed to weave my way pretty deep into the crowd too. It was so awesome.
Getting home was HELL, but it was so awesome :D

On a side note, I'm getting more and more annoyed with a certain friend of mine. It's bad enough that she's a frustrating dunderhead, but now I'm hearing more of her mistreating her dog as well. And she never returns my calls/texts anymore either. If she's not at work today, and I'll bet a hundred that she won't be, I'll probably be subjected to listening to other people complain about her more. I'm getting incredibly sick of it. Sick enough that I might terminate the friendship entirely. It feels I'm the only one putting any effort in to keeping it going anyway.

Working at Bluesfest is awesome, but so way tiring. I get home every night at about quarter after midnight, and hit the shower before passing out into bed, so I don't fall asleep smelling like frygrease. We haven't been very busy so far, which is disappointing in a money-making sense, but cool in the 'well, now I'm getting paid to enjoy music' sense. And being on good terms with my manager means I get easier jobs. Or at least, not the ones I request to not have - I more or less begged to not be up there serving. After being able to compare conbusy and Canal busy, I'm far less more enthusiastic about selling things to people who are there to buy it for fun and are in no sort of rush. The whole 'get rid of the line, get rid of the line' sense of urgency does not play well with me. So I'm more or less Greg's assistant, helping out in all various fields were he points me - last night I got to enjoy Sam Roberts while chopping tomatoes and onions.
It was pretty sweet. But the downside is that my sleep schedule's being mucked and I'm starting to wake up tired. Obviously, I'll get used to this just as it ends, but I've got a busy week ahead of me.

Also on the job front: I'm started sending applications everywhere. Bloody everywhere. If animation's not hiring, then dammit I'll find someplace else that well. The PetValu near me is hiring fulltime with good wages. I have crossed my lucky fingers.

Y'KNOW WHAT I HATE
YOU SHOULD, I COMPLAIN ABOUT IT ENOUGH
I HATE INSPECTIONS.
I hate people coming into my apartment ESPECIALLY when I'm not there. And lo and behold, apparently I'm getting a fucking inspection tomorrow, when I'm so goddamn busy. I work 9:30-3 at the Shoppe and then I'm whisked away to fucking Bluesfest to work 4-11 there. I ain't gonna be home all goddamn day and people are coming into my apartment.
Of course, I am the worst of worryworts and all I can think of is not that they'll find something wrong, because my apartments pretty keen, but that they'll fuck up and lock Kenobi out on the balcony or forget to lock the door when they leave and I'll get totes robbed or some shit like that. I don't trust these people. I should, but I just can't. And I'll be gone too long to keep Kenobi in my bedroom for safety reasons.
ARGH, I ANGER.
I'm going to spend all day tomorrow worrying myself into a frenzy, I just know it.

I slipped and fell and hit my head and certainly hope I don't wind up dead.

It's been a pretty quiet day for me, planned on going to run some errands, but the rain had other plans, so I mostly stayed inside and toyed with food and played some Fallout. Have to go downtown shortly this evening to meet up with Greg for helping out with Bluesfest, which I had totally forgotten about. I'll have to work around the Shoppe's hours too, which will probably mean I won't have a full day off at all for the next two weeks.
About two hours ago I was playing with Kenobi and slipped and fell, HARD, on my back. My ass took most to of the fall, motherfucking ouch, but I hit my head too. I had a short spell of dizziness, drank some water and lay down for a bit and now I'm fine, but I have a teeny headache and I can't stop thinking of Billy Mays and how he hit is head and the next day was totally dead and it's all D:
And all I can really think of is: man, my place is messy. If people broke in tomorrow to find my body, I'd be so embarassed.

Aaaaaah.
Things are better. Not fixed, but better. Like I said, it's not really my problem so once I got the whole full details I can push it aside and only deal with it when it comes up. Which, knowing my friends, will not happen an awful lot.



I spent all day at work today drawing. I haven't scanned in what I've drawn yet, but I'm pretty proud of it. I'm getting more and more cartoony the more I draw, I find, it's a good way to loosen up. I need to draw more life drawing and people, still, and really hone things down, but at least I'm relearnng fun again.

I am so angry. Unbeliveable upset. It's not pure anger, but a mix of worry, fright, concern, impatience, agravation rolled into one, with Frustration kicking the shit out of it. I want to do something, anything, but I'm utterly helpless and it's the worst feeling in the world. I'm crying, because I don't know what else I can do.
Theres only one other time I remember feeling like this, though I won't go into detail on this, or the previous circumstance. It's not my trouble to speak about. It's not even my trouble to feel bad about. I just feel so helpless and pushed aside.
Motherfuck.

Happy Canada Day, y'all! Going to have a nice and small personal party with my best peeps, where we're going to drink and make faces at this crummy weather.
My apartment is moooostly clean, which should be clean enough for the gang. Got to do a few last minute tidys first, but not until after my coffee.

Dragonboat people are outside practicing. I'm not sure why. Had a smoke on the balcony and watched, like, five boats go into Mooney's Bay, only to find that nearly the entire lakearea is covered with the little markers and shit for the dragonboat practice, and sadly turn around and leave. It's fucking Canada Day, you crazy shouting folks, why don't you let these people enjoy their boats?

Life has been the same dreg for a while. Want to apply to Big Jump, but I'm too paranoid that my portfolio isn't good enough, so I keep drawing shit to try and improve and throwing everything out. It's been fantastic :D
I can't wait until I get Jade. Then I'll have happier bits. And maybe Kenobi will have someone else to love on, so she can stop clinging to me every goddamn time I take a pause.

Also, I'm once again rolling in bitches. I'm not sure why this comes in waves.

Kenobi got spayed today. I'd been worrying about it all week - you know that episode of Saved by the Bell, where Zach has to get knee surgery and starts freaking out that he's going to die under the knife? That's been my constant worry for Kenob, that something will go horribly wrong and I'll lose my kitty. But after little sleep last night, and dropping her off at the vet's with a ton of worry, I got the call about 30 min ago that the surgery went well and she's fine and I can come pick her up at 6. Now I have to go all day without my kitty, nnngh.
At least this way I can stop worrying about cancers and maybe, just maybe, the surgery will make her a little nicer. And fat.

I'm getting more and more bored, and at the same time desperate. I've been working on improving my portfolio lately; no word on what exactly the start date for the Kanata job is going to be, and there's a studio closer to where I live (right across the street from the Shoppe!) that's hiring, so I'm going to try and apply there. Hopefully I'll be able to finish everything up and apply by the end of the week. And then, fingers crossed, I'll get the job. And I can stop worrying about this entire mess.
Also, I need to stop watching home design shows. I have no moneeeeey.

What sucks most about no knowing if I have a job or not, is being uncertain about applying for other jobs. I don't want to land a good job, hopefully in a kitchen, start making money, and then find out that I DO have the Kanata Studio job and have to freak out over whether or not I should keep my food work or my animation work.
Could be bad mojo either way.
ARGH this shit's hard.

My breeder contacted me yesterday to let me know that her other litter died during surgery last week and she's decided to stop breeding Bostons because the stress/money has become too much. And that, on top of that, she's decided to sell some of her adults as well as the two puppies.
This surprised me, obviously, but had me make a decision. The puppy I was planning on getting, I do still want, but my more practical sense I want an adult more. And the mum of the puppy, a little 3yearold, 12lb sweetie named Jade, is now up for sale. Which is kind of sad funny, because a part of me wanted to adopt Jade instead, when I first met her, although having it go through this way is depressing.
I don't get her any sooner, I still have to wait for her to wean the pups and then for me to settle enough into my job (provided I DO get the job out in Kanata knock on wood), but it would mean less training, less stress about house messes and I already know what her personality is like. I know she's quiet, I know she's a lapdog, I know she's very friendly (she followed me around for a bit and wanted me to pick her up when I went to visit last month) and she's tiny and just goddamn adorable. The worry about housetraining, with my long work hours to start, was a big issue, but with an adult I don't have to worry about as many accidents.
So I offered to adopt her instead. I haven't heard back from the breeder yet, but I'm hoping she says yes. But I'm also hoping she says no. A small part of me still wants a puppy, even with all the training trials I'd have to go through. And marking-wise, the little boy is just what I wanted. And, in a small way, I even feel like I'm disappointing Steph by getting an adult female, instead of a male puppy; she seemed as excited for me getting my 'Nibbler' as much as I was. And the little boy is just what I wanted, marking wise, and with Jade as his mum there's a chance he'll turn out just as small and sweet as she is.
It all depends on what the breeder says. I'm torn pretty fifty-fifty on it, so no matter which dog I get I'll be both estatic and disappointed.

So myselftheliar posts an awesome Trek gif and then tells me that I should totes draw some Kirk in my style. Considering I don't think I really have a style, I decided to play it safe and draw in the three forms I draw normally:
Loosely:


Beady little eyes and a big fat head:


SUPER GAY:


Drawing cartoons to look like actual people is haaaaard, but I drew these all in, like, five minutes each and I'm tired and it's late, so whatevers.

I hate my building. I love my apartment, I love my location, I love my view, but I HATE my building. There's always construction going on in this damn thing, as soon as one ends another begins. First I had to endure Rogers drilling into the outside of the balconies. Then I had to go through listening to them drilling in the apartments. Now SOMETHING ELSE IS DRILLING and I don't know what, I can't see anything from my apartment. At first I thought it was the annoying upstairs family doing some... whatever the fuck they do, but now it sounds exactly like last years drilling when they were redoing the balconies. ONLY ALL THE BALCONIES ARE DONE. WHAT IS THIS DRILLING. I'M GOING TO SNAP AND KILL SOMETHING. RASDFHASDIFSLDFLDSIFLASIDASJLFDAFJALSIDFJASLDFIAJSDLF
I playing Bon Jovi so loud to try and drown it out, you have no idea.

In othernews, I've redone the Cockcakes comic of old, because I can draw better now and it was bugging me. Also, I liked the pacing of this one better.

Rogers is installing new cable in the building right now, so I've got a French woman drilling through my walls to do so. Apparently I'm getting three free months out of this, though, so fuck yeah. Now I can watch all of my television shows that are already over for the season.
Actually, if I get HGTV and Slice out of this, I'll be watching apartment shows and Bridezilla marathons all. the fucking. time.

Also in 'oh-happy-days', My xbox is fixed! And returned! It's not quite yet in my hands, it's still being shipped via Purolator, but I should get it today and tomorrow. Considering I shipped it out two days ago, they're either super quick at fixing it, or they just sent me a entirely new one. Either way - yay! Xbox shall return!
I also preordered the spec ed of Batman: Arkham Asylum, so now being able to get that makes me happy. I got to play the demo at the EB games too, which is both fuck and win, I'm so happy about it. Can't wait for this game.
Also can't wait: to finish Fallout goddamn.

So OMG OMG OMG. Since the dog that I really loved from my breeder was due sometime in the last week, I decided to check up with her to see if everything went alright, since the website wasn't updated and I know she's had trouble with that. And the puppies were born, and she had pictures up! Lookit their little white paws Unfortunately the mother, Jade, was supposed to have three puppies but one died during the operation. I joke about how insane it is to pay this price for a dog, but when you consider just how genetically fucked up they are and how hard breeding them seems to be, it kinda makes sense.
But lookit the puppies with their little faces and their paws and their eyes aren't open yet and they're so cute and awwwww.
The breeder's other female is due in the next two weeks too, but I'm pretty set on Jade's puppies. Jade is a real sweetie, she's small and she's quiet. Fuck, if I could, I'd adopt her! So I'm hoping her puppies will have the same quality. I don't know if I want the boy or the girl yet, though. I'm leaning towards the boy.

IN OTHER NEWS
I've found out the hard way that I don't have a job at Mercury. IE: everyone else is starting/has started working there except me. I still have the job in Kanata to hope on, and lord am I hoping, but my optimism's worn out and I've started applying a whole bunch other places. The other problem is I'm trying to find a job that'll pay me at least as much as I'm making by doing nothing right now. Afterall, since my only real motive to find work so fast is that I want to be able to financially take care of myself and said new puppy and I'm surviving well enough on EI right now. I know that animation will pay me twice as much, but unless I find a job that's going to pay me 700$ a week it's almost not worth the trouble.
Yaaaay job hunt!

Sweet Easter Bunnies, Batman: Legends of the Dark Mite has to be the most fourth-wall breaking show in the history of ever. Dear lord. This show's gone from campy, classic entertainment to full out 'FUCK YEAR'

Holy shit, what a 'vacation'. I'm going to try and record everything that happened and, beware, it's a doozy:

( The Con )
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Brought Kenobi to the vet today, and got her set up for boosters and spay in a few weeks. Today's appointment coast 100, next will cost 400. Guh. And getting her to and from the vet was such a hassle, I have to bundler her up in a pillowcase, before shoving her into her case, then she'll writhe and trash about. It took three of us at the vet's to get her back him. She's my little terror. At least right now she's completely passed out.

THE PUPPIES WERE AWESOME OMG SQUEE
Forgot to post the results, but OMG is was totally awesome. The breeder was really nice and sweet and her dogs were adorable. She has two females right now, and I think only one of them's pregnant. I can't remember now. Mostly because I totally fell in love with the smaller of them, who was a dark grey brindle, weighing at about 11 pounds and sweet as sugar. She's only having three puppies, so I'm crossing my fingers that one of them is black with the right markings.

Poor Chris got his phone run over multiple times. He left it on top of the car by accident as we were getting in after Timmies, and it fell off shortly after we started. It got totally busted.
He didn't get an iPhone.

Sunday I can't remember a damn thing of what I did. I think I did some groceries?
Monday I was supposed to go see Coraline with Steph, but she was too busy finishing her costume so it was a no go. I spent most of the day cleaning the apartment and pouting over my broken 360. A new 'Meet the X' video for TF2 came out yesterday, for Spy, and it's made me really miss TF2. And video games in general.
Man, I miss my 360.
Still haven't actually sent it in to be fixed yet. I should probably get on that, but since the Purolator's near the official lisence place... thing, I want to go get my M1 license at the same time. And I haven't studied for it yet. Yeah...

Today I went to the Shoppe to try and figure out what I'm doing with the Anime North thing, didn't really get any straight answers though. I guess I'm showing up at 10, getting a ride down there and then I don't know..? I'm hopefully gonna be crashing at a friend's house afterwards to enjoy some vacation time.
Right now I'm having a 30Rock marathon, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying life.

ZOMG BOSTONS


I get to go meet my potential breeder today, to meet her dogs and talk shop face to face and all that. She wants to meet before the puppies are born, because she likes to keep them secluded from visitors until they've had their shots, out of extreme care for their health. I hope she likes me enough to think I'm a good candidate for ownership, and I hope I like her enough to want one of her dogs. It's like a bizarre form of adoption, almost. Exciting, yet at the same time I feel kinda lame.
So it's six am and I'm just finishing my breakfast and desperate attempts to wake up. Went to a Repo! showing last night and it ended at 2am. I got home and, while I'm certain I slept, it really felt like I just got comfy on a pillow and then the alarm went off. I'm surprisingly awake though. Or, at least until I get in the car and we've been driving for half an hour and then I'm sleeping.
It's supposed to rain, but whatevs. Today should be fun.