That's just what they say in the ads

I HAVE AN INTERVIEW AT VIDEO DIFFERENCE TONIGHT!

Today, I:

officially got turned down for two jobs (neither of which I even got to interview for.)
partially flooded the apartment.

Today, my cat:

peed on my jacket.

But we found Kids in the Hall Season 2 for $7.99 online. So that's pretty sweet.

I have completed my BJ. It took over eight months (but when you do something, you might as well do it right).

Man, I am going to miss making BJ jokes. I need to find another silly-sounding degree to take.

In other news, I inadvertently promised to post this:

(Comment on this post, and I will...)
1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with a song/film.
3 - Tell a random fact about you.
4 - Tell a first memory about you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours [if it pertains].
8 - In retort, you must spread this disease in your journal.


I think I've already posted something similar previously, but rules are rules. Feel free to disregard this.

I also just flooded my kitchen floor. (Don't tell Adam.)

And now, off to do dishes, and find a job. I applied at Video Difference, but they've not called me yet.

Hope you all are well,

Lindsay

I LOVE THIS MAN.



That is all, and as you were.

As of tomorrow, I am footloose and fancy-free for two whole weeks! Huttah!

This has, however, been a really odd end of semester --- I'm used to spending the last month of term in a constant state of work/panic...instead the last four weeks have been the LEAST panic-inducing part of the last four months of BJ fun.

The journalism program is broken up into little parcels, so for the last four weeks of this half of the term, we had to go on internship at a media outlet of our choice (that agreed to take us). I got to work as an Arts and Entertainment intern at The Coast, the alternative weekly here (point of reference for Frederictonians --- it's like Here magazine, only GOOD). I've gotten to write a few DVD reviews, email bands to get mp3s for the Coast archive, do a story on payphones and their lack of maintenance (my new pet crusade of choice), and a few other low-impact projects. The worst part of the four weeks was moonlighting as the columnist for "Scene and Heard", since I'm so painfully not "Scene" at all, but even that wasn't too bad --- I got to interview a really nice drummer named Benn Ross, and attend the press conference announcing the ECMA nominees.
(Note: because of the latter, apparently I was inadvertently on ATV last night, in the background. Damn you, Liz Rigney).

But yeah...compared to the non-stop raw nerve that was boot camp, this has been a breeze (during the first eight weeks of this program, we BJers completed the equivalent of 4 three-credit-hour courses. Let's just say we were in class/doing work/crying a lot). That's a hellaciously odd feeling for early December.

That isn't to say that I'm completely thrilled with journalism. I still hate the stress and the bugging people.

But for the moment, I'm fairly content and calm, and that's lovely.

Office article, for the win!

The ending, which was my favorite part because it included a bunch of really specific character descriptions (e.g. "uptight accountant Angela, who loves pictures of babies dressed up as grown-ups") got cut for space, which was disappointing, but I have to say that as an end of term assignment, that sure beat the heck out of writing ten plus pages on "The lack of a heroine in The Castle of Otranto".

Oh. And I, like Mr. Dinan, have been lured to the Facebook darkside.

Come bleed with us, T Rex.
(That is my hella creepy way to invite you to join me at Facebook, and referencing Dinosaur Comics at the same time!)

For assorted pictures of magicians, artists, Joey Pants, et. al:

Please feel free to peruse my newly-created photo-bucket account.

The link should take you to the magician's scrapbook, but if you click on "vanhammersley" up top, there are also three other sub-albums kicking around.

I apologize for the fact that many of the photos are vertical, and I don't know how to flip them.

In other news, I am wholly ill-equipped to write my credit card debt story.

Hey doodz:

I am potentially doing a story on credit-card debt -- if I pursue said story, it's due on Tuesday. I'm looking to speak with someone who has experienced credit-card debt/related financial debacles, and wouldn't mind speaking with me -- someone preferably, but not exclusively, in the Halifax area. I'm hoping to find both a student (or recent student who experienced the debt on a student credit card) and someone older and not a student, but whatever anyone has to offer is much appreciated.

(I can't use anyone that I'm friends with.)

Thanks in advance.

Lindsay

Compiling the following for my Research Class was the most fun I have had during the past very stressful week (besides seeing Sarah Harmer in concert, meeting Dinosaur Comics' Ryan North, and seeing Bethany, Pat, and Alanna).

(We were supposed to pick numbers that we thought best got across who we are).

Lindsay McCarney by the Numbers:


5 is the number of cities I’ve lived in,
3 is the number I had lived in by the age of five.

1 is the number of siblings I have, 14 is (her) age.
Number of times she’s been to England: 1
Number of times I’ve been: 0.

3 years, 6 months and three days is the amount of time I’ve been with the current boyfriend.

$5-$6 is the amount that I usually tip on a $10-12 restaurant bill.
2 is the minimum number of coffees that I have per day, (even though I’m supposed to be cutting out caffeine).

273 is the number of VHS currently taking up space on my wall;
195, the number of DVD’s and/or boxed sets, and
10 is the number of Barenaked Ladies cds that I own.
(I only have one pair of wearable shoes).

I have 2 visible scars; 1 is the number that I got from a cafeteria heat lamp.

My feet are approximately 10.5 cm long at the widest point – Sterling Eyford’s are about 11 cm at their widest point*.

Eight months is the shortest time I’ve ever been at a job (besides summer contracts that had a two month maximum length, and the time I was only at Rogers for two months, which doesn't count, because I later went back and worked there for over a year).

I have been in school for the last 16.5 years straight, minus summers, but plus five weeks during the summer after grade eleven, when I went to immersion at the Universite de Sainte Anne.

I am 21. (In exactly one month from today, I will be 22).


* Sterling Efford is the tallest guy in my journalism class, and has big feet.


Who are you "by the numbers"?

Dear all and sundry:

If anyone reading this knows a current Halifax resident that is also a current or former Saint Mary's studen who either received a bursary, or who would have benefited from a bursary during their time there, is encouraged and pleaded with to drop me a line either here, or at ubiquitous_blue@hotmail.com. I am currently doing a story on the Opportunity Bursary program at Saint Mary's, and it's due Wednesday, but I'm lacking a hook, so all I have right now is a bunch of rambling about the program without practical application. Please know that any help with this is appreciated to the utmost, and will be rewarded with candy.

Talk to y'all soon.

This is not the longer entry that I promised, as I'm drunkish (drinking, even minorly, while on headache pills, was a bad idea).

However, I have come with an anecdote:

(Backstory: Adam got a pleather coat recently. He likes it. I hate it, but he hates my new thrift store coat, so we're even).

Front-story: Random dude asked Adam and I for a cigarette. We told him we didn't have any, because, well, gee, we don't smoke. Adam then sagely pointed out that said random dude already had a cigarette in his hand. RD mumbled something about the brand, became irateish, and he and his friend became heckling Adam.

A paraphrased transcript: "Hey, chill out, Leather! Why don't you kill some more cows? Asshole!"

Adam, who is always a smart-ass at the least opportune times, chose to reply "Right now?"

I felt briefly vindicated, because I really do hate his coat, precisely because it makes him look like somebody who might snidely get called "Leather", but it was also kind of ludicrous to hear Mr. Moral Vegetarian himself being attacked in such a fashion. The coat certainly is pleather, and the only time he's touched meat in five years was during an accidental spring-roll snafu.

The moral: Don't judge a book, unless you're in a book beauty pageant. And really, why bum a cigarette when you already have one?

****

Today at a beer/pizza soiree at the president's lodge, I confided the following to my copy-editing teacher:

"Yesterday, I caught my boyfriend with a dangling modifier".

There was a pause. Luckily, I had the self-awareness to remark on how horribly awry my wording had gone.

Why does watching a documentary in bed with you make a whole crappy day better?

***

I've also decided that one's favorite bus choice may in fact be intimately connected to one's personality. My new friend Lindsey said that her favorite bus in town was the 14, because it could get her anywhere exciting that she wanted to go; my favorite bus is always the one that gets me home the quickest.

***

And, because I've been enamoured with this since a week ago, when I first made it, you may all have the pleasure of seeing it:


( My Interests Collage! )


Important note: I'm delighted by this collage. It took much less love and care than one of mine, but yielded essentially the same result in a fraction of the time. Important collage note: One might notice "Anal movies" among my interests. For some reason, the interest "movies" automatically portrays one as a hardcore porn fan.


I also intend to do a full update sometime this weekend. I keep starting them and getting pressed for time, so I have a ton of random bits and pieces that I've been saving as private until I can collate them.

I miss everyone. The Barenaked Ladies are coming here AND I HAVE TICKETS!

This'll due for now.

More soon.

Much love.

P.S. Beth and Alanna: I'm pretty sure my "journalism symposium" got moved to the 30th, which means I can actually hang witcha whence you are here on the 23rd. Which is hot.
P.P.S. "Bud Court". Ahahahaha!

Hey, peeps.

Well, it's official. As my msn name has been declaring all day, I am, for the next two weeks, "swingin' single and livin' it large in Halifax".

(Meaning, of course, that I have officially commenced my one month sublet at Pepperell St., start classes at King's tomorrow, and that Adam left early this morning and will not be returning until the beginning of September).

The sublet place is very nice, and indeed, much nicer than our actual September apartment. It has crazy hardwood floors and an old fashioned tub, and has come fully furnished, since the owner is coming back in September, and has left her stuff here, so I have a bed, DVD player, stereo, and alarm clock at my disposal. It was actually just what I needed as a resting place for the two week interim between my classes and Adam's arrival. And now I am alone, and nervous.

( However, today I: )

I miss everyone. Just so you guys know. This move has been crazy hard. I found the transition from high school to university difficult at first, just because I had gone so far from home and didn't know anybody, but I was still moving from a situation I hated to one I enjoyed. This time, I've had to physically extract myself from a situation and home in which I was very content.

And now, a random picture to close. I looked up "swingin' single" on my trusty image search.
The result is enormously appropriate, to be sure:




And now, to make orange juice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eg4-RQYU7hw&search=soy%20bombs

See the video that inspired the icon, much laughter, and some awkward pre-relationship flirting between myself and Mr. Noble.

[Note: The first 3 minutes and final two minutes are just Bob Dylan singing, which is cool if you're into Bob Dylan...but for the point of this post, watch from the 3 minute mark until about the 3 and 1/2 minute mark}.

Ciao, babies.

Just so you all know how awesome I am:
.

To answer ALL your questions, yes, I am OzGirl_84, and yes, I DID WIN ONLINE FAMILY FEUD.

Bigtitty1 was a worthy adversary, but as my clever graffiti shows, she is no match for me, or Laura Noble.

(important note, because the picture is too small: the green writing says "Take that, Big Titty!")

As you were.

Also, Andrea and Danny are gone. People should stop leaving.

We have an apartment now, theoretically, although I've yet to have a place to send the deposit to. It is $645 a month all inclusive, looks quite enjoyable, and allows cats. We move in Sept. 1st! (I move into a one month sublet on a different street , which I ALSO amazingly managed to find, on August 12th.)

Hopefully, I will update more robustly later.

If you comment on this post:
1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal

( Assorted yammerings )

My father wants so badly to help me in my life
(But if would only take the time to listen, he'd know what help I needed).

I just got a call from my co-worker, asking me if I could take his shift tonight at the Oromocto store.
I need hours, and have a very tenuous grasp of where Oromocto is in regards to Fredericton, so I said yes. After this, I called George's to find out how much a cab from Fredericton to Oromocto is, the answer being $23.00 one-way. As I only have $29.00 to last me until Sunday, I hastily attempted to catch Adam before he left the house to procure some money from him, failing to realize my foot was asleep, and resulting in me twisting my foot in a strange angle, and collapsinig on the floor in pain, screaming. Adam, coming to investigate the fuss, thought that the problem was some gunk that he observed on my face, so he set to work Veronica-Marsing the source of said gunk, which turned out to be a chunk of cat poo of semi-mysterious origin (semi-mysterious because it obviously came from Joey Pants, but really had no reason to be on my face and hand at that particular momoent in time) that had somehow made its way onto my hand during the melee -- by this point, of course, Adam's detective work proved unnecessary, as I had also caught of whiff of the FRIGGING CAT POOP ON MY FACE AND HAND.

In short:

1. I really need to stop taking shifts blindly.
2. I hate my cat.
3. In case nobody has ever had the pleasure of observing this about me, I am a bumbling spaz.
4. On this note, I bid thee adieu.

what kitchen utensil are YOU?


This amuses me, as the only reason that I got this result was that I honestly answered the question "What do you do in your spare time?" with "make toast", because I DO!

***

In other news, I am officially all done school, and awaiting two more marks. I'm currently in the process of attempting to find a second job, as Elizabeth of Rogers fame has sadly informed me that she is unable to guarantee me full-time hours.

***

In other new, there is no news. I am rocking out to the Barenaked Ladies, and in a second, going to do dishes.


Top of the morning to you, Tilly!

Choose a band you like: The Barenaked Ladies. Duh.

Answer ONLY using titles of their songs.

Say Hello: "Hello, City"!

Are you male or female: "I'll be that Girl".

Describe yourself: "Alternative Girlfriend"?

How do some people feel about you: "The Humour of the Situation".

How do you feel about yourself: "I Live with it Every Day".

Describe a Childhood Memory: "The Old Apartment".

Describe a painful memory: "Spider in my Room" (In both senses. This song SUCKS HARD).

In your dreams: "Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank".

Your average day: "If I had $1 000 000 000...".

Describe your first boyfriend / girlfriend / closest thing to: "The King of Bedside Manor".

Describe what you want to be: "Brian Wilson".

Describe how you live: "Everything Old is New Again.

Describe how you love: Hehehe. "Intermittently".

What would you ask for if you had just one wish: "Wrap your arms around me".

Describe the people you call friends: "Helicopters".

Share a few words of Wisdom: "Blame it on Me".

Now say goodbye: "This is Where it Ends".


In other news, my cat just puked. I was initially annoyed because it was making funny sounds. I also put milk on top of the food that was there and in my estimation perfectly good a little while ago, to enduce the cat to eat it. I'm a terrible pet owner, and rather angry at myself, but the cat seems a little better now.

I should be reading. I'm getting rather worried about this exam.

On a related note, the American version of the Office is actually rather enjoyable, and has been getting consistently better as it progresses (I may have whipped through the six episodes of Season One in a day, and then downloaded the majority of season two).

But yes. Spaghetti and Faerie Queene time. A most Happy Easter to Everyone.

Google the phrase "i love (insert your name here) because" and post your five favorites.

[I wasn't going to do this, but a couple of the responses amused me tremendously].

1. i love lindsay because she's really funny and she looks out for others and warns them before she straddles them to put on their make up

2. I love lindsay because of that GT where she dissapeared into the bathroom of the gas station outside of Lionelle Groulx with Marc.

3. Why do I love Lindsay, A poem by Troy MacIver - I love Lindsay because she's bright, she's talented, she's beautiful, and she's very very sexy. ... (I'm pretty sure this poem is off One Life to Live, which gets it random soap trivia bonus points).

4. I love Lindsay because we are kind of the same person only not.

5. I love Lindsay because she blasts mariah Careys greatest hits while driving in her convertable mustang, smoking cigarettes...


In other news, there is no news.