dimanche 7 novembre

the group life is goodish. i still hate tyrol, he is a creep. when siobhan and i were talking in mine and tyrol's room a few nights ago he came in and invited siobhan to spend the night. he successfully made both of us uncomfortable enough to get up and leave. he always makes comments like that. jp tells siobhan stuff like "when i picture you with long hair, it makes me horny." but that was said in good fun. tyrol is just a creep.
natasha yelled at spindals during a house meeting. natasha then told me that she is pissed off at sandrine and is ready to fight. natasha yelled because spindals touched her head. later, spindals hit my head and i asked what her fucking problem was and why she did that. it was great, people were surprised, i could see it on there faces, most pleasently surprised. twice in one night, and now she is house manager for a week with the only person in the group she doesn't like. at this rate, she might snap soon.

lundi 1 novembre

yesturday i had a long talk with vincent. it can be summed up as "vince, everyone thinks you are an asshole, and i do too. here is why...." i really hated vincent before the meeting started. i was ready to try and get him fired. my plan was to contact his supervisor after the meeting. then the meeting turned out good, and i think he would be a decent human being if he didn't have to be the police man. it is possible that this house will be a decent place to live in in the coming weeks?

samedi 23 octobre

i am at my billeting home. this last week has been nice and slack. not to much work, sleeping in--till 9am--running jumping. i continued the going out the door as little as possible trend. yeah. i plan on being a lazy slack-ass for the next week, but then it is back to katima-home, and not being able to fuck around because that is a respect issue. i hope that my billet mom doesn't complain about my lack of enthusiasm; i have already had enough talks about me not integrating. i am the one that wants to be left alone, i am the one that does what i can to be alone, you are the one that cannot integrate with me, you are the one that thinks me being on my own is because i don't know how to 'integrate', i don't like you, if i did like you i would talk to you, i wouldn't choose to be a loner, fuck you and your integration.

samedi 16 octobre

i am at my billeting home. see the photos. ironically my billeting family is an english lady living in québec. i am living on a POTATO FARM on an ISLAND, not edwards island, but orléans island. they have 2 dogs and 1 cat--when asked what kind of family i would like to stay with my first request was no indoor pets, that was number 1, my next was not to be billeted with another katimavik participant, and thirdly was someone with a minimal english level so that i can be emersed in french; i live with 3 indoor pets, sharing a room with 2 people, one of them being a fellow katimaviker, with an english lady... i also asked to be in donnacona, and not on a farm, whatever, i am not taking the work seriously, and do dishes instead of the outdoorsy stuff, so i will cope.

BIRD DAY

I spent an entire day preparing one meal. It fucking sucked. The result is however inpresive. This day has shown me, who helps and who sucks. I think i was one of the helpers. Siobhan is the mastermind that allowed for this atrocious day to have a good meal. If i was in charge, the bird would not have been stuffed. the bird would have been cooked with the inerds still in. It was tastier the Siobhan way.
Much of the day was spend pealing potatoes. I pealed dozens of potatoes--some carrots too! Others help peal the apples of the earth when I got really sick of it. I think I did some other stuff. I held a dead bird while Siobhan sew it shut. Stirred the stuffing and gravy when instructed, boiled and mashed the potatoes that I pealed, and that about somes up 8 hours in the kitchen.
I Would like to give credit to:
Siobhan for knowing how to prepare and cook the bird, making stuffing, muffins, gravy, squash....
Barbie for making perogies, Benji helped a little.
Natasha for making the salad, with a headache.
JP and Tyrol for doing dishes, except for the dessert dishes, and the thing the turkey was cooked in.
Three people made 6 pies and called it a day. These people do not get credit.
Rest of the people were complaining that the bird was not in the oven yet, or sleeping.
Everyone eat the meal. Even those who did not chip in, or only helped a little. Generally I would consider the meal a success: people eat till they were full, the vegetarian tried the turkey, and there were leftovers.
If people had cleaned up the mess after dessert, instead of leaving it till morning, I would have left that day feeling bitter and contempt, but I have to add frustration and anger to that list since a mess was left until morning.
Did I mention that I think thanksgiving is a stupid holiday, and that I don't like turkey?

samedi 25 septembre

the house is divided into 5 commities. two persons each. i wanted to be in the official launguage commity. then i was in it, but i got kicked out for not being bilingual. we have a new girl in the house. kathrine. she is one of those shy in large groups, but if you are in the same room alone with her, she doesn't shut up. ashish wants to go home. YEAH. he is the person i dislike the most in the group, and i have to work with him. his plan is to leave this monday. fuckin party time. now, if we can get rid of tyrol i would be happy enough with the group to want to stay. it is not my day to do the dishes. i am happy. i plan on getting really drunk tonight. i have already recieved my first unofficial verbal warning. at this rate, i dont think i will be able to last all 9 months without being sent home.

samedi 18 septembre

life in a katima-house is hellish. atleast i live in a house with 3 semi-washrooms. 1 is shower sink, and pee only toilet, one is sink and toilet, and the last is just a shower. people hate doing the dishes, it is the number one source of bickering in this place.
it is agreed that the food is always terrible. i have had one filling meal so far. it was ground beef and hamburger buns with putine sauce.
the first case of theft has already been raised. siobhán has had 60 dollars stolen. people in the house are all so nieve, they are trying to think of WHO ELSE other then a katimavik participent might have stolen it. then aman says that the only thing he has that he doesn't want stolen is letters that he has been saving. what an idiot. i told him that if he pisses someone off and they want to hit him hard the first thing they would do is steal the letters. he was shocked at this way of thinking, and saying it made me out to be the suspect. people already think i am a bad apple. during oreantation i kept getting soloed out for smiling and laughing at the wrong times.