Circle of Light, Day 1

Ello fellow bloggers!

I speak to you tonight from the Royal York hotel in Toronto! I love Toronto, I feel at home here, but It makes me miss New York. Why am I in Toronto and staying at one of the oldest hotels in the city? Why for the Circle of Light conference of course. I was chosen to be on a student panel of First Nations, Metis and Inuit teenagers and we all had eight minute speeches. Mine went decently well, I got a few laughs and all, it was fun. To tell you the truth my Mumsi was more nervous then I was. She filmed it and her hand was shaking, and I was the one addressing 750 people! She makes me laugh sometimes.

Now, there are a few things I’ve learned about this hotel since I first arrived.

1)It’s Old.
2)The higher up the floor, the better the rooms. (I’m on floor 2 and it’s nice….Makes me wonder what floor 10 is like…)
3)The beds are too squishy to jump on.
4)The bathrooms ACTUALLY have shelves you can put stuff on!
5)Every towel comes with a ribbon bow.
6)There are 20 billion elevators.
7)Not every elevator will take you to the same place.
8)4 of the elevators DO NOT go to floor 2. (Learned from experience)
9)If you wave at the guys in the office building across the street, they’ll wave back.
10)If you wave at a teen in the office building across the street, he’ll flip you off.

And Finally,

11)You CANNOT wear long dresses on the escalator or they WILL get caught. (There’s even a warning sign)

My room has this really tacky lamp in it, that kind of freaks me out. It’s yellow with red and blue patterns on it. But, in the middle of the patterns is, you’ve guessed it.

A GIANT EVIL ROOSTER!...or chicken. I can’t really tell personally, all I know is it’s right by my bed, has this big creepy eye, and most likely watches me while I sleep…..

I’ve also met some neat people here. I just returned from the dinner banquet where I saw a group of students from Nunavut, they did some throat singing. I’ve always wondered what that was. You should seriously YouTube it. It’s intense.
Well, that’s about it for now, I’ll post my speech later and the link to my Mumsi’s shaky video :P

Oh yeah I almost forgot!

Conclusion: The Royal York is cool, Throat singers are cooler, and the evil chicken rooster on my lamp is probably alive….Help.

Homework, The Darkness To My Tunnel's Light

I write this with Hugh Jackman’s opening for the Oscars in my head. Why? Well, I’m writing about reading, and he sings about The Reader. It’s catchy, and if you, like me, are dangerously curious and get odd songs stuck in your head easily, then you will watch that opening and be singing ‘The Reader’ until you stumble upon another pointlessly catchy song. Perhaps ‘I Am Cow’?
Anyways, there really isn’t anything interesting happening in my life right now. I, like most high school students, am up to my eyes in homework. However, if I stand on my tip-toes I can see over the large pile of textbooks and ISP novels. I see a long dark tunnel with a light at the end of it. Comically enough, this light involves a large root beer, my Wicked novel and a towering pile of burnt previous homework assignments. Though, I’m not allowed near fire anymore, so I doubt the burning will occur, but a girl can dream.
I currently have four classes right now, three of them involving constant attention, the fourth? Not so much, but I won’t get into that now.
They are as followed.
English
World Religions
Ancient Civilizations
Physics
Now this post will focus on English, I’ll circulate through each subject in said order at another time.
Our current English project is a partnered movie trailer on Catcher in the Rye.
With the help of my partner in crime from OZitivelyWicked(Taryn), we are hoping for a high enough mark to;
A) Cancel out my dreadful physics mark
B) Show the World Religions teacher that I have future in video editing!
C) Market Taryn’s amazing acting skills
And
D) Improve my mark after the ‘Killer Sheep Incident’
Yes, we had another project last month, to read a short story and draw a picture to represent it. This is what I ended up with.

Funny enough the story was about three children and a storyteller, not a killer sheep, but I found that the picture related to the children’s loss of innocence quite effectively. Everything is not as children originally perceive it to be. Thus, a cute cuddly sheep at first glance, could turn out to be a vicious wild animal that eats children! You don’t see it? Well neither did the teacher marking it, sadly enough I nearly failed the thing. Yet, it is currently tacked to my bulletin board in the front entranceway to my house. Why? Well to show off my amazing art skills of course. :)
Conclusion: -It is now obvious that I’m not cut out for the world of English literature and interpretation.
-You may be able to ‘bull’ your way through some classes, but you can’t ‘bull’ your way through life!

-MegaTron

Halloween Hair Extensions

Halloween is the time of year that all little children look forward to. It is the time to dress up your child as their favorite super hero, send them off on their own to wander the neighborhood in the middle of the night and knock on strangers’ doors asking for candy. Not quite the most practical event, but I’ve heard of worse.

I normally partake in the festivities but this hallows eve I was scheduled to work, and let me tell you there is nothing duller than sitting around an empty grocery store at 8pm dressed in a checkered costume that itches. Yes, I dressed up to go to work, I put effort into my costume and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. I wasn’t the only one dressed up though. I work with a woman, let’s call her Sally. She came to work as Cinderella, is around 5’7 and in her 40’s. Now, Sally is a lot like a big kid, literally, and when an old woman who lives across the road from the store came in complaining that she never got any trick-or-treaters. Well, I guess Sally made it her mission to make this night different. And so, promptly at 7pm when Sally had her 30 minute dinner break, the old lady opened her front door to see a 40-something year old woman, dressed in a princess gown and holding out a basket.

“TRICK OR TREAT!”

Another thing about Sally that really freaked me out that night was her hair. She cut off her hair at the beginning of the previous year, it was long and curly and I thought that she’d donated it to cancer wigs or something. Boy was I wrong. It took me a good chunk of time but I soon realized Sally was sporting a long pony tail of brown curls. So, I approached her out of curiosity.

“Hey Sally are you wearing hair extensions?”
She then grinned at me a pulled the hair clip out of the back of her hair, a large curly ponytail fell off and her hair was short again. She held the clump of curls out to me.
“Nope! It’s mine from when I cut it!”
“Wait so you saved it?”
“Yep! I keep it in a tin can.”

Conclusion: Sally is a nut bar.


-MegaTron

Pre-Mother's Day Present Fiasco

On Mother’s Day, Mothers get flowers and chocolates. My mom told me ‘Absolutely no flowers.’ She is also currently on the infamous South Beach Diet.

Conclusion;

This isn’t going to be a cliché easy to obtain Mother’s Day gift. I’d have to be (god forbid) creative.

The first step in finding the perfect Mother’s Day gift is to leave it until the very last second.

The day before Mother’s Day I woke up slowly and stumbled out of bed into my daily routine of getting ready. The bathroom equipped with shower, is literally right next to my basement bedroom. So, if I felt like smashing a hole above my sink, I’d instantly have a nice view of my wardrobe. I’m not one to randomly smash holes in my wall though, so I’ll pass.

After slowly making my way into the bathroom and showering with an equally sluggish pace I start to wake up. Yes, sometimes I’m completely dressed before I realize I’m not sleeping in my bed anymore; call it sleep-dressing if you will.

This is about the time when my IPod dock turns on, blasting loud waves of techno music and I check my Batman calendar. It is also about the time when I realize Mother’s Day is tomorrow, and also about the time when I realize I’m screwed.

Over the next few hours I used the skill that multiple English classes have drilled into my head. I brainstormed.

This is the product of my brainstorming.

Yes, it is titled ‘Mumsi’s Gift Thing’

Yes, A Leprechaun and Noodle Art are indeed two items on the list of possible gifts,

Yes, there is a cow randomly on the middle of the page.

And yes, I 'wrote screamed' all over the paper.

As you can see I got nowhere. Then a savior ran down the hall and into my door (literally) in the form of my brother…Yes, he runs into doors, a lot.

My younger brother suggested an ITunes card, because my Mumsi had recently obtained an IPod touch, and had only 2 songs on it at the moment.

Conclusion: -There is a reason why my younger brother is a classified genius, and I am not.

-I am horrible at drawing. (Count the cow’s legs.)

Hope your Mother's Day was a whole lot less thought inducing than mine. :)

-MegaTron

Farm Town

It’s sweeping the community of Facebook quicker than the Black Plague of 1665, and is twice as contagious. Farm Town is an Ap. Like most other popular Facebook things, yet this one allows you to grow and manage your own farm, send your friends animals and trees and even add your friends who also use the Ap. as neighbors to your farm. Sounds stupid right? I know, but the sad thing is people love it.

Now I’m a high school student, and am currently taking math as one of my subjects. My mathematics class always is home to the oddest of conversations. There’s a new topic almost every week, last weeks was the two headed girls (Brittany and Abbey) and this week was, you guessed it, Farm Town.

That’s what got me started; I’ve never been one to really go with the flow, but the conversations just sounded too ridiculous! I HAD to be in on the joke, and thus the addiction begins.

This is my Farm.


I’m currently a level 7, which I discovered today was not very high at all, I have a few neighbors but I removed them for confidential reasons before taking this picture. I know the farm isn’t much, but I’ve got a few cows and a tree or two.

Now, there’s another sign about how ridiculously popular the Ap. is, according to the ad at the bottom, they now sell T-shirts, Mouse Pads, and even COFFEE MUGS!

The other day in Math class, after checking out the game, I asked the person sitting beside me why they didn’t just go out and make their own real farm. They replied with a shrug.
Conclusion: The average person is too lazy to enjoy the thrills and excitement of owning and managing a real farm, so they do the next best thing. Digitalize it.

The last thing that really made the cake was my lunch break at work today. There’s a boy I work with, he’s 18 years old, around 5’8 and has an evil grin that reminds me distinctly of a vampire. Let’s call him Evan. Now, Evan and another boy who works with him were standing across from me at the other end of the lunch table. I was quietly eating my sandwich, Evan was on his cell phone, and the other boy was leaning over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” The boy asked Evan.
“I’m on Youtube.” Evan replied with an almost dazed expression as the web slowly devoured his IQ.
“Thank god! I though you were on Farm Town again!”

This is where I proceeded to choke on the piece of sandwich in my mouth and both boys stared at me.
“Do you have farm town?” Evan asked. I held up a finger while trying to swallow my food and stop gagging. The two boys promptly ignored me, not having the patience to wait for me to recover.
The one boy eventually left and called for Evan who stood and right before leaving turned to me.
“Well do you have Farm Town?” He asked expectantly.
“Yeah.” I was trying extremely hard not to laugh. A proud vampiric smirk crossed his freckled face and he added.
“What level are you?”
“Err….seven..” The smirk widened and Evan was literally surrounded by his proud aura. He laughed.
“I’m a level 27.” Then turned and left, leaving me sitting in the lunch room, laughing my head off and wondering why an 18 year old’s biggest accomplishment is being a level 27 on a Face book farming Ap.

Facebook, is home to many Aps, but in my opinion Farm Town is the most amusing by far, and is slowly taking over the world, one brainless teen at a time.

Blog-warming

I've recently been inclined to create a blog.
Let the Blog-warming party begin!

Epic is by definition; " Noting or pertaining to a long poetic composition, usually centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style"

This will be a record, of the various adventures that occur in my daily life. However, they will probably lack the poetics and I'm not much of a hero, though there are many events I can assure you. However, some may not be that great.

That's where the word inept is considered.

The title of this Blog is ironic, it suggests the recordings of a great hero who is yet an accident-prone person. Think about it, I find it funny, thus why I chose the name. You will soon come to realize the ironic value the title of my blog possesses, but you will have to wait for the epic-ness to begin until tomorrow night.

Don't get too excited so that you can't sleep, it's a blog post not Christmas morning.

This Blog-warming Party is officially over.

Don't forget your gift bag on the way out. ;)

-MegaTron