Rants In My Pants 1: Music
Baby and Car Sauna
It's been a busy month. Alanna had her (beautiful) baby, the very same one that kept me up 'til one thirty last night. And yet it's hard to be grumpy about being tired, which is odd because yesterday I was just that. Yesterday I also helped Matt leave, and now I've been struck with a bout of uncertainty. We have four leaders for our small group, Matt, Tyler, Jason, and Dave. Matt and Tyler are both moving to the Greater Edmonton Area in mid May. Jason has already moved back to Saskatchewan. And Dave is going to med school in the fall, which will leave him with precious little time to be a leader anymore.
It's also a bit unfortunate for Adam, being that both youth interns are leaving now, Matt and Owen.
So there's a bit of uneasiness for next year.
And then we come to a more lighter note. After being inspired by a Top Gear episode, we (I) decided it would be a good idea to mimic the Car Sauna challenge. We parked Dan's car in the sun, turned the heater on full, and the loser would have to buy drinks for the victors. 30 minutes and 64 degrees later, Colin bailed out, and brought drinks from his house.
There Mom, I blogged.
-Brett
Here's a post.
Mom, the reason I haven't posted in over a month is because I'm tired of posting the superficial.
As a matter of fact, that's pretty much what this blog has become. And now I'm posting not because someone asked me to, but because I'm starting to feel really stressed and I need a place to vent.
So. Here goes. Top 3 things on Brett's List of Annoyances and Grievances.
1. As per usual, the big number 1 is school. Homework. Physics. Physics homework. Physics. No matter how many tutorials I go to, no matter how much homework I do, it does not compute. Dynamics is easier than kinematics, but it's still the basics that I'm having trouble with, and it doesn't help that we're six weeks in and she is still introducing 'basics'. Basics on how to calculate the force of tension exerted on a rope between two boxes being pulled at a 20 degree angle to the right? Argh. Tutorials tomorrow yet again. Then there's English, where the teacher is not familiar with the English language. There are 2 spelling of 'civilisation', Mr. Engel. Z and S. Yes, pieces follows the I before E rule. Shocker.
The only class I feel really confident in is bio, and that's good because it's the only science I'm continuing in next year.
2. Baby. There is a baby coming. This one will be easier if I talk to myself.
There is a baby coming, Brett. You are excited for it. So why are you so effing freaked out about it? This one is more of an annoyance, because I have no idea why it's stressing me out so much.
3. People expecting so much of me. Yeah, when I come home after a slower day at work I've started to feel annoyed with my parents for asking how many trucks I did. (Subtlety is not my specialty, so I will address this directly to my parents.) It does not matter how many trucks I did, because there is always a page who does less than me. Several, actually. I'm good at my job, but I don't like bragging about it, and when I do less trucks because it's a slow day, it doesn't mean I suck. It means I do more than just shelve books.
And I thought that this post would help me relax, but really it just made me feel more annoyed.
Blog 1, Brett 0.
-Brett
Listening:
I'm enjoying this thing called cleaning.
That is all.
-Brett
2010 in review
And my heart held in your hands
Screaming
Break me
Being that I haven't blogged in almost a month...
School.
Decisions.
Pharm tech or auto tech?
Bio or chem? Possibly both?
Never did I imagine just how many decisions would fall on me in high school. Effectively, this is the beginning of the rest of my life, right? So do I want to go with the BST course at Sait? I'll do Pharmacy Tech next year at ABE, see if I like that. Hopefully first semester, so that when it's time to apply for post-sec I might have some idea about what I want to do.
Speaking of cars, the alternator on mine went a little while back, so Dad took me down to Pick-n-Pull for parts. For 100$, I got four new wheels with tires and a slightly used alternator. I replaced the tires and Dad replaced the alternator, God bless his heart. Then, a few days later as I was pulling into the garage, I noticed a bulge on one of the old tires. Sure enough, the steel was poking out and so that tire could have blown out at any moment.
Short post, longer one tomorrow.
-Brett
$#!?
Summer school appears to be my most viable option to avoid doing a semester of high school after graduation.
Let me start from the beginning. In the 732nd installment of Brett`s Boneheaded Moves, I decided to take math 10-C this year, ie the new curriculum, with the hopes of going to med school. Two days in, I decided not to go to med school and instead screwed myself over. Now the Applied Math 20 course this semester is FULL, it`ll be GONE AFTER THIS SUMMER, and I`m left here looking like an idiot.
http://www.chinooklearningservices.com/SummerSchool/SumSchGr10-12/SumSchClassroom/AppMath20CoreSum11.html
I need to check to see if it might be possible to do it online starting like, NOW. Mr. McKnight will most likely help me during tutorial times if I get too stuck whilst doing it.
Any back slaps for this move? Anyone?
-Brett
i am all about apathy
But is being apathetic a good thing? Apathy about what`s happening in Egypt isn`t really amazing. Or what about not caring about what happens to fellow humans?
Ooh boy, not in the mood for a deep blog post. Sorry blogosphere.
Tomorrow I start my first Sunday shift at el vendedor de libros.
0900 hours I, Brett Lemke, will undertake the task of...isn`t there any way to make working at the library sound exciting and dangerous?
Aw shoot, I was going to go to the Sait open house today. I totally forgot.
Scatterbrained blog posts are the best.
I got my blood pressure tested in Bio on friday, and she screwed up reading it so she thought that is was 151 over 57, when in actuality it was 118 over 47. Needless to say, I was kind of going `How the heck is my blood pressure that high? I need to lay off the eggs.` It`s funny, I seem to be the only one in my class that is really into bio right now, but I just find the stuff we`re doing right now the most fun thing I`ve done in school all year. But you knew that.
Anyway, I got a new blogger template, and Incoherence Simplified won`t fit in the %*"/ title bar, so until further notice, that`s the new title up there ^.
Anyway, good night, blogosphere.
-Brett
Brett Loves Spare.
As I have often (i. e. never) said, blog about your day only when interesting things happen. So being that nothing interesting happened today, let me make a long post for 3 reasons.
1. Maximum Entertainment! Much entertain for the people to have the enjoyment. Tingle!
2. To beat Craig. (haha!)
3. Interesting things happened yesterday that need blogging about.
(lights off, backlit keyboard on)
Yesterday at lunch, I went outside to see my a silver Sebring parked literally an inch away from my drivers side door. Being that Dan and I were going to go to McDonald`s (he was paying), this posed a bit of a conundrum as my key most days does not work in my passenger side door.
You can see the problem. Being that Dan has a bit less respect for possessions than me, he clambered up on the Sebring and managed to get the key in the door, open it a crack, put a stick in and hit the window crank enough to get his arm in. Then, I still don`t know how, he managed to crawl through the window and manually unlock the passenger side door, allowing me to slide over. A few choice words directed at the owner of the Sebring (wherever he may have been) later, we were on our way.
Right after lunch was my spare, and I had promised Colin that I would take him job hunting in Northland. We started at Canadian Tire, and then, while we were walking around in the mall, we noticed that Ardène was hiring. A dare later, he was applying doing his best to act gay, and the best part is...they like him and want him to work there. Win-win.
And that brings me to more school rambling. I actually have two teachers that I have never heard now. Ms. Fehres for Bio, and then Mr. Engel (bert) for English.
And I love all my classes. Ms. Foster for physics is really awesome, she may be young but she really knows her stuff. Then there`s my new favorite subject....Bio. It`s actually a lot easier to pay attention in school when your teacher knows what she`s talking about, right? We`re doing the circulatory system right now, and I`ve already taken a bunch of notes in the first two days of class. I`m actually psyched to do my bio homework because I find it so gesh-dern interesting.
Ramble here.
English is pretty sweet too. We just finished watching Dr. Horrible`s Sing-A-Long Blog. I`m pretty sure that that sums up the amount of awesome in that class.
I was also really nervous coming into the second semester that I would become a bit more detached with my friends from first, but Colin and I have spare at the same time and Dan and I go for lunch usually, so that`s no big deal really.
Plus, the Sait open house is this weekend, so I can go check out the Broadcast Systems Technology course and see if it is something I want to do. (Hint: it is). That career path also gives me the ability to work in pretty much whatever city I want to as well. Radio is radio, right? I could move to Phoenix or, what I really want to do is move to Edmonton for some reason.
That`s about enough for me tonight.
-Brett
hot chocolate, new glasses, and sick
Bonsoir, mes amis.
School starts...er, resumes tomorrow, and in preparation i have gotten myself 2 things.
1. incredibly sick
2. new glasses
Since this blog is basically a blog on command courtesy of Corporal S. Lemke of the Confed. Army, I will keep it quick and to the point with minimal farting about.
I repeat, minimal farting about.
Once more for good...never mind.
This semester i have Bio 20, Physics 20, and English 20-1. Foster, Doak, and Griffin, respectively.
Spare 2nd.
Thats it, I got no more for y`alls. But being that school starts tomorrow, hopefully I will have witty and topical posts to come.
-Brett
oooooooh boy.
the world won`t turn until something breaks
Taken...er, Borrowed from my dad
OMD!
Being sleep deprived is not a lot of fun, but there is an added edge when the cause of the sleep deprivation is a very small terrier with a very high opinion of himself, and a disdain for others' needs and desires, which include the desire to raise this puppy in the way he should go....
I was awakened at 12:30 a.m. by the wind. More accurately, by the wind chimes in the garden, flailing about in the southern Alberta gale in an effort to wake the dead. Mozart (aforementioned terrier) awoke as well, and began shouting "I NEED TO PEE I NEED TO PEE I NEED TO PEE!" in doglish.
With some justifiable martyrdom, I betook myself to free him and his bladder - which he legitimately had to address, given the intensity and length of time spent hunched on the lawn. Killing two birds, I removed the wind chimes and lay them flat somewhere.
"Mozart, come!"
(Mozart gives me the "no habla ingles" look, being half-chihuahua)
"MO-zart! COME!"
"No habla ingles, senor!"
"I'll "no habla" you, schweinhund (his other half is Miniature Schnauzer) - come HERE!!!" I advance, plaid pyjama pants billowing menacingly, towards the pup.
Pup abandons all pretense of being Spanish and crouches down low, shucking and jiving - "No massa, please don't hurt me massa - I'll be a good doggie massa, and so forth" - all the while of course not moving a single inch in the direction I want him to come. I finally pick him up and introduce him somewhat forcefully into his kennel.
12:45 a.m. - "INEEDTOPEEINEEDTOPEEINEEDTOPEEINEEDTOPEEEEE!"
"You just peed, you stupid dog! (mumblegrumblemumblemumble). Silence.
CRASH! The wind pulls the blinds off the bedroom window. Dog seizes the opportunity and recommences his emergency bathroom barking. Reason befogged by lack of sleep, I conclude that perhaps he was distracted while I was emasculating the wind chimes, and 'forgot' to do the rest of his business. So, out he goes again, trotting out onto the lawn, looking over his shoulder at me, and flopping down under the trampoline, sitting like the Sphinx of Egypt, and gazing pensively at the neighbor's fence - bladder and bowel apparently completely comfortable.
"GO PEE, Mozart!"
No response. "GO PEEE!"
Nothing.
Back out into the yard, I hunch precariously under the trampoline, to reach the scruff of his neck. He gives me the menacing devil-dog gargoyle smile, which only ensures that his return to the kennel is enthusiastic and forceful.
1:15 am. CRASH! The wind uproots the steel pasta colander and related giant dutch oven from the drying rack in the kitchen, hurling them to the floor. Dog cunningly exploits the resultant silence by advising me in no uncertain terms that he really, really wants to go pee now.
No dice Charley. Fool me once (well, actually twice).....etc., etc.
1:30 a.m. Heartfelt groans from the general direction of the kennel. (Woe is me, for my bladder is weary and downtrodden, etc. etc.).
1:43 a.m. Prolonged groaning and gnashing of teeth, punctuated by futile clawing at the kennel door.
"MOZART! SHUT UP!"
Wife now awakens, questioning why I am cursing quietly in the night. My tale of martyrdom apparently sooths and relaxes, as she is asleep before I am done.
Mozart, of course, being a highly intelligent sociopath/terrier, remembers this adventure in great detail, and decides to implement the same tactics for the next two nights. I abuse myself with Red Bull to stay awake at work, and determine to outlast him. Last night I slept the night through again. But always the fear lingers in the background, knowing that while I sleep, he plots and schemes for the next opportunity to free himself from the injustice of the kennel's incarceration - to be wild, free and gamboling through the lawn in the dead of the Canadian night.
There are days I wish I had a stupid dog....