One-- the thought that I was a perfectionist/had a lot of patience was false. I tried doing machining this week, and I can not stand having to be so perfect, and that standing around waiting for a machine to do shit for me was boring as hell.

Two-- mango margaritas are beyond awesome, and combine my love of mango juice with my love of tequila.

Three-- lots of anger at school within my class, it seems. Wow. JUST LIKE HIGH SCHOOL. :D

Four-- I can draw sex, and men who look like men. YAY. Not like that picture will be up here for a while, methinks. >_> <_<

Five-- Sailor Moon is still cool.

Six-- The more I exert myself walking up a hill to the bus stop (a daily occurance, it seems), my ankle hurts regardless of my shoes. I should check it out.

Seven-- I discovered how awesome Casablanca is, although I don't remember the ending of it.

Eight-- If I stop looking for things, or casually go "hmm, maybe it's in here", that I'll find it with no problem. Damn you, Stephen King/Iain Banks books. Always hiding on me, I'll find you.

Nine-- That we were able to play FM radio at work. I have not discovered how to accomplish this amazing feat. WOO, CBC Radio One.

Ten-- That Christmas is coming way too fast.

What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say that I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender, what if I say I will never surrender.

And whenever I try to plan something, someone always comes along and i can't do it. Like, you know, listen to my MP3 player on my way home from work, and find people have come to pick me up, so I don't get to. Or like, other things, like having people over, so I can't shower because I hate having strangers over when I try to do stuff.

I'd have more facts, but I'm starting to sober up, and I don't need to be up early. Hm.

MOAR MARGARITA!

Best webcomic efvar. :D

This is dedicated to Monocrom, that wily bugger who wanted to see my man nude and with scat.

HERE YA GO!

I've been on a roll with the almost nsfw/nsfw art. Dun ask me why.

Maybe it'll be a picture of a guy with a huge dong next time. IN YO' FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE.

<3

Anyways, yeah.

She's curvy.

Mrow.

GREEN.Uberbarista's version (and the original drawing) are swell as well.

Uberbarista and I were bored one night, so I was asked to sketch a drawing, and he'd colour it.

MASTERPIECE, MON AMIS!

*kisses the tips of my fingers*

Here's a before and after of it. :)

BWAR.

Nothing too fancy. Basically same "costume" as last year, except I dunno if I'll be going to school in it. All I know is that I'm going to be drinking looking like a bunny. :3

HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

I ain't got no learnin'.

More to come when I get home. Possibly will be digesting caik and making it into poo.

More details to come.

Edit: I drew this. Not as nice as the little ones I was doing in class today, but meh. It'll dae. It's a turtlebunny. ^-^

Alrighty. So, as part of our course, we have to go out and find a place that'll take us in as job shadows/volunteer for 2 weeks or 60 hours, whichever comes first. We have to ask questions to 3 people (employer, journeyman, apprentice, whatever), submit them with an evaluation form from the supervisor, and a log of our hours worked.

I call this one place up, musting up some courage because I hate being made to call someone I don't know. So I leave a message (something I can't stand to do), and I try this other place, then give up because they have an answering machine taking calls.

About 20-30 minutes later, I get a call back from this gentleman, who I presumed was Italian just because of the things he said (stupid me, always assuming). He agrees to meet with me and discuss shit about the job shadow. That was yesterday.

So I plan to get all nice and prettied up--some nicer-looking clothes than what I wear to school, along with some pumps and some makeup. Look nice to impress like it was a job interview, might as well. So I pack everything, head over to school. Find out that class was out earlier than I thought, and getting there wasn't too hard or too far, and the meeting(I scheduled it at 4:30 so I'd have time to get there from school with time) should be rescheduled so we get stuff done earlier and everything. So I call him after I pretty myself up in the school bathroom, he says alright, so I head off.

I'm nervous as hell going, I'm carrying my work boots with me, wondering why I bothered bringing them in the first place, since all I thought we'd do is a quick tour of the place and get a form signed out to bring back to school. My feet are starting to kill me--when you've been on your feet for a few hours in hot workboots, your feet get bigger. My shoes are from 2 years ago for prom, so they are a bit tight, and are starting to bite into my toes. I walk from the bus stop, wondering why it's all residential. And if, by the time I get there, there is some workshops or warehouses where the guy was based out of.

I finally reach the address, and look at this small house with two white delivery trucks in the back. Oh lovely. I'm scared to go up there and knock, since it's on the opposite side of town, and I have NO clue where I am, basically. I don't know where the bus stops are, nothing.

I go up and knock. A short, old Latino man opens the door and sticks his hand out to shake mine. He introduces himself and invites me in, showing me to his kitchen table. I sit down, and he tells me to look through these two large binders of pictures of him doing welding and whatnot. He asks me what something was called (I still don't know, I still don't really care). So he tells me to put on my boots to show me his truck, which is a cornocopia (I DON'T CARE ABOUT SPELLING FUCK OFF) of welding shit. For a 70 year old man, it was pretty cool how he was swinging around and lifting stuff.

He got me to show him that I can cut metal using oxyacetylene. I had to do it a certain way, and show him how much 1/4" was. I was trying to figure it out with the WAY I WAS TAUGHT HOW TO READ FUCKING CALIPERS IN SCHOOL. He made a piggy snorting noise at me (no joke), and was telling me how to find out how to convert from x/16" to x/32" or whatever, and what each line on a ruler was. @_@ Yeah. I couldn't understand him. So I cut the metal as asked (with a welding jacket, no beanie to keep my hair away from the sparks so I wouldn't catch on fire, nothing to cover my trousers with (they could EASILY go up in flames no problem)).

So he tells me that if I saw people looking at me and doing this (this being a girly giggle and turning away) that I was doing something wrong. Might be something to do with the fact that I'm a woman, or that I fucked up somehow. Dunno. And that I remember his way for things, but to keep my mouth shut during school about how he does things. HM. I WONDER WHY.

Anyways, he shows me stuff inside his truck, and tells me I'd be his first gringa helper. As well as this, he said he'd pay me ALTHOUGH WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO.

Gah. Have to explain this to my teacher(s) tomorrow. They told us that if we felt unsafe at all, to call them, and they'd arrange a job shadow. You know, instead of doing that in the first place for shops that know what job shadows are and everything.

Also forgot I was supposed to donate blood today. Whoops.

For the next two days (well, today and tomorrow), we're doing our unit on millwrights. So we're in the millwright shop, doing these tool gauge pieces of shit.

Anyways, I'm at the tool shop, asking for a scribe. Just A PIECE OF METAL WITH A POINT SO I CAN MAKE A MARK ON MY METAL.

This douchebag, who I presume is a student/apprentice/whatever, comes up to the counter and leans on it.
"You know, a SCRIBE, in biblical terms, is a guy who writes. You want a scribeR."

Meanwhile, the tool guy has gotten me my SCRIBER, he knew what I wanted.

I walk away, rolling my eyes.

It's nice, you know, the silent taunts and jeers my class gets when we're doing our trade units. Just because we're girls, doesn't mean we're shit.

We do a better job than the boys, anyways. ;)

Edit: As I was saying, wadeisstillgay is still pretty silly.

It's the time of year that I crave through all the other seasons, watching and waiting.

It starts cooling down, making warmth a valuable commodity. I won't be complaining about being too hot, because being cozily warm is what autumn's all about. Scarves come out, as do the boots and toques. Warm mittens make their annual debut. The heavy coats are abundant, browns and blacks, neon pink and green ski jackets pepper the dark earth colours that are in a crowd.

The days get shorter, the nights become longer. It gets harder to roll out of bed when the stars are still out at 8:00 AM. Our beds become our refuge in our want to hibernate.

The wind cuts right to our skin, leaving cheeks in a lasting blush. The rain starts falling almost daily, a cold sunlight warming our souls.

The leaves start falling, underneath our footsteps they sing a wonderful harmony of a year gone past, and the need to die and to later be renewed. The flowers die off, spreading their seed so their children may survive the cruel winter and thrive in the rejuvenation of spring.

The smell of fireplaces roaring in a cozy living room is a calming smell that one can be engulfed in while walking outside the spectrum of daylight. The telltale smoky bonfire smell warns us that Halloween's on its way, and that Christmas isn't far behind.

A beautiful night consists of the smell of fire, a chilly wind slashing at your front, and a hard, cold rain soaking you to the bone. Knowing you'll be coming home to warmth, a hot drink, and dry clothes makes me glad I have all three.

Autumn has come once again, and I am in my element.

So this week in my course was dedicated to welding with oxyacetylene.

I was seriously scared to start this, seeing as compressed oxygen and acetylene cylinders are literal bombs if you knock them down or fuck up in any way.

First day, we do our safety test--if we didn't pass, we don't get to do any welding until we do. I got 100%, but still lacked any confidence to do anything. We get out there in our fancy smancy coveralls, beanies, workboots, and goggles, looking TOTALLY sexy. We don't have to attach regulators or anything--basically everything was set up, except for attaching the cutting tip and setting our area up.

I didn't get ANYTHING done the first day, because I was a nervous wreck who didn't want to get explodededed. I even fucked up the shutting down process. >_>

Second day, we're doing a full day of cutting, from 7-1:30. I gain a ton more confidence, I crack open the cylinders, purge the lines, and am ready to get my ass in gear. I light my torch up, and honey, it was satisfying to be able to have 6000 degrees of heat in my power to melt metal. I learn to cut, to bevel, and to do a shit-looking radius/rounded corner on my metal. Woo. We worked outside near the ironworkers, which was interesting-ish. Got a lot of looks from the guys, seeing as we're an all-girls class, and we're *gasp* DOING MEN'S WORK! :P

Third day, we're inside doing oxyacetylene welding. Learning how to properly do a fusion weld, a weld with filler rod, and brazing with brass alloy. Fusion welds are so much easier to do than properly heating up and waiting for the fucking metal to puddle, and then adding filler rod SLOWLY, but making sure we didn't space it out, or use too much filler rod, like I learned on Friday. Brazing was fun, seeing as we only had to make the steel a cherry red before melting the brass filler rod. I still got my pieces that I welded. :) Didn't do anything more spectacular than 90 degree corner joints, but meh.

Fourth day, we're doing SMAW (shielded metal arc welding), which is the shit you see where the guys in shows like American Chopper are sending sparks everywhere, and have the fancy welding helmets on. This is the seemingly scarier shit, and I'm more scared than I was doing the oxyacetylene cutting--this is where electricity comes into play, and I'm completely gung-ho on not getting electrocuted. Me and my partner are standing in our booth, standing around because we're both scared shitless to start. Our instructor comes along, kind of pushes us to go, and shows me how to properly strike an arc.

It was absolutely beautiful, and awesome. I started off doing some shit beads, but the more I did, and the more used I got to trying to hit the steel in the dark (the filter glass of the helmet makes it near impossible to see what's going on when you're not welding, so as to protect you from getting arc flash, which is nasty), the more comfortable I felt about it. We started using bigger electrodes, and I got that down fast, doing wonderful looking beads like how the instructor was doing.

When I got home, I was decidely interested in getting my C-level welding ticket--in Alberta right now, in the oil sands, a person with a c-level welding ticket can get paid $110 an hour to do arc welding, and they get free high-quality room and gourmet food. So I'm like, FUCK YES.

So the last day came by, and it was time for my practical exam. We had to do a lap joint, as well as a corner joint. We had a different instructor since our usual instructor had a day off. We did several practices before getting our "test" pieces done.

This was fucking frustrating. I'm trying to do my lap joint, and the filler rod's going fast, and I can smell the burning leather of my gloves, sparks are hitting my neck, and my hand's getting a cramp from holding the torch. bleh. I finally got a lap and corner joint that I was finding acceptable in the beading, and I handed it in, glad that I was done that fucker.

Next week: two days of forklift training, two days of piping (I'm missing two days of piping to go to forklift. >: ( ).