Today I was sitting in the office… it’s just Nicole and me in the cubical area (Christina and Frank are in their offices) and she tells me about this really weird death. I was talking to Julie, so I passed it on and she found the article online.

I’m copying and pasting it, because it’s just… crazy. 

SAO PAULO, Brazil — Police say a woman has died on the way to a cemetery when a traffic accident hurled her husband’s coffin against the back of her neck.

Police say 67-year old Marciana Barcelos was in the front passenger seat of the hearse when the accident occurred Monday in the southern state of Rio Grande do Sul.

Barcelos died instantly.

Her 76-year-old husband Josi Coimbra died Sunday of a heart attack while dancing at a party.

The driver of hearse and Barcelos’ son suffered minor injuries.

I know it’s sad, so it’s not really appropriate to laugh… but how can you not?

My mum just read in the newspaper that the average Canadian goes to Timmies four times a week.

Well, I’m pretty close. I usually go five times. Twice on Monday (once on the way to work one and once on the way to work two… otherwise it’s one hell of a long day and night), once on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

Then sometimes I might go an extra once or twice…

Ah, Timmies. I don’t drink coffee so I always get the same thing; a large earl grey tea with one cream and one sugar. Bag in. Haha.

Okay.

This is getting really irritating.

But I’ve had Jingle Bells and the Happy Days song stuck in my head all night long.

For no reason whatsoever.

Well, Jingle Bells because tomorrow (or today, in reality) marks the YAY WE’RE STARTING TO LEARN CHRISTMAS SONGS day in piano lessons. Although, I might hold out with Nicole and tell her we can’t do Christmas songs until she’s able to master the songs she’s supposed to know already.

Is that too mean?

It would only take her a good week or two of solid practice to actually catch up to where she should be with them, but it’s the ’solid practice’ part that isn’t really working out. I know she’s busy and I know that their family does a lot, but piano doesn’t magically get easier without practice. It only gets harder and harder and harder. Until you want to smash the keys to smithereens or break your fingers because they just won’t do what you want them to.

. . . this totally went in a different direction than I had originally planned.

I love this commercial.

And I wish life was a musical.
Injected with creative and inspiring interpretive dance.

I had a ridiculous freak out last night, because I’m a ridiculous, stupid girl. Hideko, thank you for listening to me being an idiot. ~_~ It’s always about two weeks after when I totally get paranoid, and freak out. I don’t know why it’s on schedule, but apparently it is. I also don’t know why I over think and over analyze every possible thing — especially when I know there are perfectly acceptable reasons (and they’re reasons, not excuses). It’s just that sometimes, I am a very stupid, over analytical girl who needs to relax.

There seems to be a chunk of skin missing from my back, and I have a no idea why. Okay, ‘chunk’ makes it sound much bigger than it really is, but it hurts.

I should be gettingready for work, but I can’t be bothered.

The muscle in my right arm (not that I have an overly large amount of muscle, haha) is twitching and that irritates me.

I really hate how I always like someone about ten million times more than they like me. Again, that’s an exaggeration but you get my point.

I don’t know if it’s warm or cold out and the weather has been so indecsive that I don’t know what to wear.

I got that face shit in my eye again and it stings like hell. Now I’ll likely be late for work because I do intend on stopping at Timmies. But on the plus side, I probably need gas and it’s down to 115.6 per litre.

Yesterday Melinda came over so that we could attempt to fix her computer which had decided to hate life. However, before that happened we headed out to Canadian Tire to look at air mattresses.

So, we were browsing around the store in search for some rubbing alcohol when we came across this:

Okay, so maybe it doesn’t seem so weird right off the bat, but look around it. For further clarification, this was the aisle it was in:

While I understand you can use Q-Tips to clean the ears of your beloved pet, would you really expect to find them stocked in the pet section? It wasn’t just one random box. It was like they apparently belonged there and had their own little tag and everything. O_O I just thought it was really… weird.

Anyways after our little shopping adventure, we tried to fix the computer which actually had some sort of ridiculous virus on it. Sometimes it would turn on and sometimes it would freeze up and decide to just load to a black screen. After hours we got avast! on it and it deleted the virus but it still left stuff messed up.

For example, it made the cursors rather… large. I tried to take a photo, but it turned out kind of blurry. I don’t know if you can tell that it’s actually stupidly big.

We got it to turn on enough so that at least Melinda can get her stuff off. I feel bad that I couldn’t make it all better, but at least she can get her photos and whatever she wants off and then we’re just going to wipe it clean and start all over.

I remember back in June when I had to do that to my computer and while it was a pain in the ass (especially getting some of the stuff I had back), it was kind of nice. It’s like a spring cleaning and you get rid of crap you never even knew you had.

In the midst of all this we watched the series premier of 90210 and played Mario Party.

Today started off pretty well. I mean, I worked at eight which is not exactly my favourite way to be spending the morning (because I defnitely prefer the night shift) but I got a decent amount of sleep so I wasn’t ridiculously tired. I made it to work early and managed to stop at Timmies along the way.

Work itself was slow (and I have a few stories to post later about people who can’t do math) and eventually three o’clock rolled around which meant I was off from the campground to the conservatory.

Just as always, I headed off down the highway, but then my car started doing this weird jerking thing. Like it took a while for it to actually pick up speed, which was pretty scary when I was getting onto the highway. I figured it was just getting warmed up (or something) because it started to run normally after that little burst.

I’m driving along and suddenly my car just… stops working. The engine oil light comes on (as well as a shitload of other ones I’ve never seen lit up before) and I couldn’t steer. I pretty much freaked out and some how managed to pull over to the side of the road. Luckily, I ended up on the off ramp to one of the exits — out of the way of most of the traffic.

After I somewhat calmed down, I got out my cell phone to phone my mum.

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Yeah, it’s dead. Completely dead. Figures, right?

So I decide that the only thing I can really do (besides sit there and cry) is to hop the fence to the nearby mini-putt course. So I do that, and I’m shaking like crazy because I’m so stressed out. I cut my hands up and getting down I landed really weirdly so my leg hurts so badly right now. My shoes kept either falling off or getting stuck in the fence holes so it was quite the adventure just getting OVER the fence. Pretty sure the people who were using the mini-putt were like WTF IS THIS GIRL DOING. Especially because I still had my staff shirt on and my car was more or less hidden by a bunch of bushes. So you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t looking (it’s green, too).

I somehow made it to the ‘front desk’ sort of part and asked the guy working if I could use the phone. I told him my car had broken down on the highway and my cell phone had died. He was really nice, and told me to go ahead. So I got a hold of my mum, who called Bev (because I was going to be late for work) and CAA.

I cleaned up a bit in the washroom there (my hands were POUNDING because they hurt so bad and I couldn’t make them stop bleeding… they’re not really deep cuts, but you know how sometimes you can skin your hand kind of, and it won’t stop bleeding and it stings like mad?). My mum told me she’d come pick me up at the mini-putt, so stay there.

So I was walking back and forth, making sure the car was okay and waiting for her. The CAA guy came, so I had to hop over the fence again. I tried to get his attention from the other side, but it was too noisy. He had no idea where I came from and laughed at me when I said I had hopped over the fence. O_O

I got what I needed from the car, showed him my CAA card and he said he’d two it to whatever mechanic my mum told him to take it to. He was a little … not rude, but like, “Omg this stupid girl” kind of attitude until I showed him my member card. Then he was nicer. I apologized to him for being so frazzled.

So to wait for my mum, I had to make another journey over the damn fence. Where I caught my shirt, lost my shoe twice (so I was half way over and had to climb back down) and cut my wrist a bit. ~_~ Somewhere during the fence hopping I also managed to bruise my knee. The fence was really … rusty, so now I’m paranoid I’m going to get lockjaw or something. I cleaned my cuts out but my parents make me paranoid. My dad was totally joking around, but he’s the one who told me my appendix would burst and I’d die, when I didn’t even have an appendix so you can see why his words aren’t always exactly… reassuring.

I had an extra shirt (beacuse I wasn’t going to wear my campground shirt to the conservatory) so at least I could change and calm down a bit. My parents both came to pick me up, and I ended up making it to work for about 4:15 (I was supposed to start at four). Bev was able to get a hold of my 4:00 student and ask them to come at 5:00, so I didn’t miss anyone.

My mum called the mechanic and they said it would cost about $2000 to repair the car.

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Pretty sure the car isn’t even worth that much. So we’re not going to, and I’m going to take my mum’s old car (she got a new one recently) so I’ll have that until I go.

But wow, what a horrible hour. The worst part was when the steering wheel stopped working. I had a panic attack beacuse here I am going like 110km/hr (which lucky for me was not the speed I normally go at) and I can’t actually drive the car. I can’t speed up but of course, I could slow down. I was so worried I wouldn’t get out of the way and that some transport truck would crush me or something. O_O

So I’m reasonably safe and sound, the car is pretty much gone (I have to get some stuff out of it, but other than that, I’ll never see it again.

I AM SO VERY EXCITED.

I severely dislike the new Coke commercials with the tongues and eyeballs.

They’re really creepy. And really mean.

Today has been an up and down sort of day.

I’m still worn out for some reason. I’m assuming eating a meal a day probably isn’t cutting it, although I did have breakfast and dinner today. So that’s pretty good.

I have pretty much no apetite. Every now and then I get really hungry, but then even if I eat something small, it’s gone. At this point I guess I’m eating because I know I have to. Not beacuse I’m hungry or beacuse I like the taste of something, but because I know if I don’t, I’ll get sick.

That’s kind of messed up, but that’s how it is right now. I’m also kind of bummed about something that happened [or didn't happen, actually] the other night. I know that makes me lame and I know I can’t over think it and think it means something bad, because honestly, benefit of the doubt likely said I’m a sane person and not around. But I still can’t help but feel disappointed.

Work was okay today. Actually, the shift went amazingly fast. I hope it goes like that for the rest of the weekend!

The coolest couples seem to come in when Amanda and I are working. I think one of my personal favourites were the two guys who checked-in at the same time. They were in a group (two sites) and we said, “Are you together?” They replied, “Yeah, we’re together.” “Wait, no. We are, but you know, not like that. We have wives.” Haha.

Anyways, today we had this couple who called us about seven times because they were so lost getting there. One of the first times I talked to them she wanted to know if she had to go North or South.

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I wanted to say, well you’re coming to Canada… which you know, is north. So north would be the logical direction. Naturally I would never be rude like that on the phone (and I’m glad I wasn’t because they were super cool). It took them seven hours to reach us. It should have taken about four. :/ So when they got there they were not only exhausted, but relieved to finally have found us. When they got there they were looking at the map, and the one lady goes to the other, SEE. IF WE HAD JUST GONE THIS WAY WE WOULDN’T HAVE GONE THROUGH THE WHOLE CITY.

… those were the directions we had told them, haha. Apparently the driver wasn’t really listening to the directions.

When I was asking what kind of site they wanted, she said she didn’t care and if they hadn’t found us, she would have pitched a tent in any open field she found. That made us laugh. It was cute.

And on a completely unrelated note, driving home was a disaster.

First, I drove my mum’s car today. Which I hate driving because there’s no tape deck so I can’t plug in my iPod. Also, when I drive it I feel like a little old lady behind the steering wheel. I have no idea why, but the car makes me feel tiny. It’s not even a huge car or anything.

Then, coming home I ran into all this damn construction they’re doing. They don’t do it every night in the same spot, so you never actually know if it’ll be going on or not which is why I take the same route home. It was really bad tonight though; they closed one of the lanes and traffic was super backed up. Luckily, someone had opened this gate so that if you knew where you were going, you could sneak through there onto the service road.

Which I did.

Only to find that the lift bridge was up. -_-

So I had to wait until the boat went through, which I swear took forever, and then I could finally make my way home. It felt like such a disaster, haha.

On my way I passed this huge graveyard. For some reason, when I drive past a graveyard at night I always feel like I have to look as hard as I can at it, just in case I see something. I swear to god I saw stuff, but I have no idea if it was anything real or just the reflection of my headlights on tombstones. :/

It’s one of those things where I desparately want to see something like a ghost or spirit, but if I did I would probably pee myself and not be able to sleep.

The rest of the night has been pretty quiet. And I know I should be in bed already but I can’t help but stay awake. I’m tired, an dI’m not doing anything overly important so I have no idea what compells me to stay awake… but here I am. I need to stop going to bed at five in the morning.

So, with that said, I’ll try to sleep now.

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