tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41664329220859589412024-03-08T07:05:59.110-08:00Secret Life of an Ordinary GirlEltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-32095547651051223882014-06-29T22:28:00.000-07:002014-06-29T22:28:23.115-07:00Friends really are the cure for everything.Do you ever have those days (sometimes weeks or months) where all you want to do is stay in bed and sleep and maybe watch an episode or ten of your favourite TV show? Well, that's been my life for the last few months. Not only have I been sick - which is very rare - I've also been feeling sad and depressed and there really isn't much I can do to fix it. Except maybe be with my friends. I'm always happiest when I'm with my friends (or my dogs, but I don't want to seem strange to you). we laugh and talk and have a good time. I know they will always be there for me and I love that more than anything. They are important to me and I know people say that you won't be friends with the people you know when you're young, but I want these people to be in my life forever. They encourage me and stop me from doing stupid things (which I do often) and they listen when I really need someone to talk to. Friends are your unofficial family and I love them so much. I am so grateful to have them there for me. We hung out yesterday - which feels like forever since we last did - and it was a lot of fun. We went to the movies and then danced (not in a club, we were playing video games. We're not that cool). And we talked. It was simple but it was exactly what I needed to help me feel a bit better about my life. So, I just wanted to thank my friends for everything they've done and for putting up with someone who's so difficult. It warms my heart, it puts a smile on my face and it makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-5634195239427100972014-03-11T23:46:00.002-07:002014-03-11T23:46:52.603-07:00Pregnant...really?Okay, so today I found out some news. My sister's friend is pregnant. Now, normally I would be happy, but honestly, I'm not. And I'm not a bad person for not being happy, it's just she's not ready to be having a baby right now. Mostly because she's only 19. I have no idea what it is, but lately everyone under the age of 20 has been having babies. I think about fifty of them in the past year have all had babies, and they're still in the age range where their age still has the word "teen" in it. Now, if I'm not mistaken, I think that's horrible. Not to mention that my sister's friend isn't only 19, but she isn't even in a relationship with the father. No, I know that's not important but when you're that young, I think maybe it is. I know how fast people come and go in her life, is he going to be another one? It just angers me because she's the only one working and she isn't even making that much money. I mean, she has to always beg my mum for food. How is she supposed to pay for a baby? She can get a crib and all that stuff from her sisters, but diapers and food and all the other stuff he needs to buy herself, well that's expensive and she can't do that if she can barely feed herself. I even heard her tell my mum that she wasn't ready to have a baby, she was too young. Good, at least she understands that. Hopefully she will do the right thing here and give it for adoption. Maybe have a baby when she's older and has the money to actually take care of it. Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-1992631096656784112014-01-10T23:19:00.002-08:002014-01-10T23:19:56.378-08:00Bad Day Gone Better (A Bit)You know when you wake up in the morning and you just feel like today is going to be a really crappy day? Yeah, I didn't get that feeling when I got fired from my job. I was working all day, doing everything good, and sure, maybe I wasn't the best at it, but I tried hard and I understood 99% of things. Then, about five minutes before my shift ends I get told that I'm fired. Do you even know how horrible that is? And they won't even give me a reason why they fired me. Apparently, they don't have to tell me why which is complete and utter bullshit. Luckily, I didn't cry like everyone else did, but I noticed that the assistant manager couldn't even look at me while I was being fired. Good. I hope she felt bad. Luckily, after that, my mum and I went to the mall and then my sister and her friend invited me to the movies to cheer me up, which it did. So, maybe it wasn't all too bad.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-86183227643550792842013-12-30T15:17:00.000-08:002013-12-30T15:17:04.888-08:00Took A While.It's been a while, huh? Well, I don't remember what the last thing I wrote was so I'll just blab on about everything. Well, job, it's been good, I guess. The guy I liked quit because he is now going to school so that sucks. I got a new tattoo, angel wings on my back, and this wee I'm getting about 4-6 more. I also decided that I want to get my whole arm done, but that is a decision I need to think about for a bit longer because once I do it, I can't go back. Also, my old best friend from high school wants to get together so that's nice.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-36192294266426900572013-11-10T01:59:00.001-08:002013-11-10T01:59:48.322-08:00Work Romance.Is relationships at work acceptable? I mean, work is a great place to meet new people, get to know people and see if you're connected with someone, but is it really a good idea? I've seen so many times where couples who work together ad break up, usually end up fighting. Not exactly ideal for a work place. Now, most employees would be smart and leave all of that at home and outside work, but often it comes back in.
See, I'm only speaking of this because I recently got employed and there is someone at work I may like just a bit. We'll call him Mike. Now, Mike is really nice and funny and we have a lot in common. But where is the limit? Am I supposed to be okay with liking a co worker, or should I push feelings aside and focus on work?
What do you think?Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-57061808553733370252013-10-18T22:18:00.001-07:002013-10-18T22:18:53.072-07:00Working Sucks.I finally got myself a job, and yes, I am quite proud of myself. I aced the interview (the guy told me he liked me and we even bonded over White Spot and acting) and he said he'd called me soon if I got it. Well, two hours later, he called me. I got the job. I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous to start, but I was happy that I was finally going to be able to make my own money and save up to move out or move to England.
But then, when I went in for training, I got sat down in the dining hall and had to watch over 20 videos, and I'm not even done yet! I had no problem with that, but then it got scary. There was so much things I have to remember. I have to remember how to make 20 different kind of coffee's and 30 different kinds of sandwiches and 10 different kinds of soups. I was just thankful for cafeteria! Because of that, it helped me understand a lot of the stuff - not including the food stuff - so I didn't need to worry about remembering that.
But that's not the worst part. My sister works there. On her first day, she got shown around, introduced to staff and learned how to punch in. Then, her friend started today and learned all that as well. But, yesterday, when it was my first time there, I didn't. I didn't learn any of that and that kind of pisses me off. They didn't show me any of that and they are supposed to so now I have to go in tomorrow and tell them they need to show me.
Me and my sister like to joke that the reason they're not showing me is because they're going to fire me because apparently some places don't like you working with your sibling. A part of me hopes that's right because I hate working there. But another part hopes that's not true because I need a job. I really do. It's just not fair that I'm not being taught anything while all the other new employee's are.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-25307547543949888632013-10-08T00:21:00.000-07:002013-10-08T00:21:03.978-07:00It's been a while.It's been a while and I apologize. I just haven't been feeling like the writing mood. I even haven't updated any stories I've written in over a month! But, here I am. Let's see, what can I write about today? Oh, well I have something. Break ups. Are they really that bad? My sister broke up with her boyfriend and for two weeks all she did was cry. She stopped eating and talking to people and coming out of her room. She just cried and cried. Why are break up's that bad? Why can't people just realize that maybe they don't love you anymore and move on? Just accept it. If they don't love you than they're not worth your time. Also, my sister does tend to stalk him a bit, which I think is a bit pathetic. She stopped most of it now, but back then it was weird. So, tell me, how bad are you when it comes to break ups?Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-3593883114271576212013-09-10T22:13:00.001-07:002013-09-10T22:30:37.166-07:00Break UpsAre relationships really that hard? I mean, right now I'm listening to my sister cry her eyes out because her boyfriend broke up with her and she doesn't know why. She's a mess right now. She won't stop crying and she hasn't eaten in a few days and she's locked herself in her room. I don't want to be mean, but she's being a little needy about this whole thing. She's trying to message him and trying to contact him and she shouldn't do that. But I guess that's what happens when you're in love, right? You feel like the whole world is nothing but a big ball of disappointment and nothing seems to go right. I feel like that all the time - just without the broken heart.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-48813768545185566442013-08-29T23:08:00.002-07:002013-08-29T23:08:55.434-07:00I'm not lazy.It really frustrates me when my mum tells me that I'm so lazy. I'm not. Just because I don't do every single thing you ask me to do doesn't mean that I'm lazy. I do a lot, but there are days when I just don't feel like doing anything. People have those days and it doesn't mean that they're lazy. It is annoying when I get called that because I could easily stop doing everything for her and she would see how much I really do for her. She just thinks that if I don't do every thing she asks, then I don't do enough and it makes me feel bad because she gets mad at me. Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-13545518757435374422013-08-27T01:21:00.000-07:002013-08-27T13:24:15.869-07:00Van Con Karaoke NightThe other day, my cousin took my to a convention. It was a karaoke night that featured some of the cast of Supernatural. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed seeing those actors come out and have fun with the rest of us. There was singing (of course) and laughing and we were playing with a volleyball and we all had a blast. I got great pictures of the actors and I even tripped over someone's backpack to get a picture -.- But it was fun and it ended at 12:30AM so when I got home I was tired. But it was fun. It also was my first karaoke night I've ever been to so it was such an honour getting to experience that with actors from one of my favourite TV shows.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-92167141830599554542013-08-17T03:59:00.000-07:002013-08-17T03:59:50.142-07:00I think I met my future husband yesterday.Alright, so maybe not, but a girl can dream, right? Anyways, yesterday I got to spend the whole day with the beautiful Misha Collins. If you don't know who that is, do you live under a rock or something? He plays Castiel on Supernatural. And I, along with 299 other people, got to spend a whole day with him trying to break a world record. We got there and he showed up, giving us instructions and making us laugh. Our goal was to get into teams of 20 and make a safety pin chain and which ever team made the long, and used the most safety pins won a special prize. We had to do this all in 29 minute and 18 seconds. We also had to polka dance when we heard music playing...and a few people got to even polka dance with Misha. While we all got to work, he came around to chat with the groups. When he came to my group - I really don't want to sound all 'oh, it was so hot' or perverted - but his crotch was like 5 inches away from my head. Again, I'm not perverted, but this was him we're talking about. Then we got to measure our chains and my team won. We have over 3000 while all the other teams had like 2500. So we got the special prize...with was picking up the safety pins! Woo hoo! You're just lucky you are who you are or I'd never do it! After that, the winning team got to have a picture with him. By that time, it was raining and I was soaking wet. After the picture, me and my friend went up to him and got a picture each before they shooed everyone away so we were lucky. And that was pretty much my day. I can honestly say, that he was one of the nicest, most funniest, most carefree person I have ever met. I would love to meet him again one day, and maybe if I finish school and do become an actress then we might work together. I'd enjoy that. I have to admit, though. The only reason I was able to do this was because my friend from Germany said that they were doing it and it was only for GISHWHES (largest scavenger hunt in the entire world) people and since I didn't sign up for it, I had no idea about it. But since she didn't live in Vancouver, she wasn't able to attend and told me about it. So I have to give thanks to her. I owe her everything because he is one of my idols. He's perfect and it's because of her I got to meet him.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-79809767022369545492013-08-03T06:02:00.000-07:002013-08-03T06:02:37.420-07:00I got ACCEPTED!I applied. I worked hard to hand in everything I needed, and I finally got accepted into Vancouver Film School. I'm super excited and happy and I can't wait to start acting. I even got a $3,500 scholarship! There is just one small problem. I have to pay $300 before I can fully get into the class because it's my seat fee and part of my tuition. And I don't have $300. My uncle said he is going to try to help out and, surprisingly, I think he can do it. So, hopefully he can and then in January, I'll be going.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-33646660468005698942013-07-30T21:24:00.001-07:002013-07-30T21:24:43.711-07:00Childhood Toys.There is this teddy bear I had, named Mr. Bear, and recently I had to get rid of it because it was kind of disgusting. It sat beside my bed for years and I finally decided that it was time to get rid of it. I was more heartbroken then I thought I would be. It was just a teddy bear. Just a toy. Yet, it hurt so much seeing it being thrown away like it was nothing. But it wasn't nothing. It was part of my childhood and I can never get it back. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who has felt like that when having to throw away a childhood toy, right? Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-15182254848982483782013-07-17T07:03:00.001-07:002013-07-17T07:03:37.008-07:00People and Opinions.It's very hard openly stating an opinion without being afraid that some asshole is going to say something to put it down. Which sort of just happened to me. I stated an opinion - a thought, even - and right away two people commented saying that my opinion is wrong. I was going to ignore them because I knew that was stupid, but I decided to stand up for myself. I commented, saying that it was my only my opinion. They could have theirs but I have mine. And then one of them said that if I don't agree with their opinion then I can get "get out" - an actual quote. It started a whole argument and it started stressing me out and upset me. I get people have their own opinions but why do you have to be rude about it? If you don't like it, then say it's not for you, and leave it at that. Don't go into detail as to why my opinion is stupid and yours is perfect.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-3835685127638368172013-07-09T23:33:00.000-07:002013-07-09T23:33:12.656-07:00Some New Information.So, my mum just came to me and told me that my dad has a chance to get a new job and to make $55 an hour, which would be $10,000 a month, which is a lot. The only problem is that we'd have to move somewhere up north. So that means I leave all my friends behind and I might not get to go to the school that I want to go to. So I don't know what to do and it's scaring me because I don't want to leave my friends and my maybe new school, but this could be a better life for my family and I'm upset. I wish I could get both, stay here and take the money and still have my friend and my potential new school. Sigh.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-60423060567408967982013-07-01T21:26:00.000-07:002013-07-01T21:26:09.854-07:00Summer.Summer has been really boring. Extremely hot, though. I'm sitting here right now and my clothes are sticking to me from all the heat earlier today. It's starting to cool down, which is really nice, but it's still kind of hot. Nothing special has happened since my last post, but that's okay because I can just write one sentence and it would be good enough. There is one thing I do want to mention. And it's very important, so remember this. Internet friends are real friends. I've met lots of people online that I consider friends Just because we can't talk face to face does not mean we don't get along. Doesn't mean we don't have deep conversations. So please, if someone says that they have internet friends, don't say they don't count as friends. Because they do. They really do.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-50747652609487344682013-06-22T03:38:00.000-07:002013-06-22T03:38:26.643-07:00School Application.So, turns out if I want to fill in the online application to the school I want to attend, I have to pay $50. And I have no money. None at all. Well, okay. I have $10. That's it. But I emailed someone and they said I could print out the application with my answers and then drop it off so I'm going to do that. I'm going to my friends house tomorrow so she can help me write my application to make it good so I can get accepted. But you wanna know what sucks? My mum tells everyone in my family that my sister is going to college and she's so proud of her and she hasn't told anyone yet that I'm planning on going too. My mum said that it's because she doesn't think I can do what I want to do; I want to act. Why is that so hard to understand? The world needs actors, and I can do it if I'm willing to work hard. And I will work hard. And them not believing in me makes me want to work harder (sometimes it makes me want to give up but I won'y).Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-70099791957130933712013-06-14T00:41:00.001-07:002013-06-14T00:41:26.146-07:00Congrats.My sister finally graduated today. It's taken longer than usual because she dropped out for a year. That's when everyone thought she wasn't ever going to graduate, but she finally did. And I'm very proud of her. She looked very grown up sitting there with all the rest of the graduating class. There was also a cool native man who did some cool hoop dance. It was probably the most entertaining part about it all. Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-11571344262619194472013-06-07T22:03:00.000-07:002013-06-07T22:03:14.903-07:00Uh....what?Guys have such a weird sense of humour. How is pretending to break up with someone because they're bored a joke? Also, I don't know if it's just me, but I don't think ex's should be super close to their ex's unless they have a child together or something like that. I have a friend who's boyfriend is getting all comfy with his ex. I don't think it's right. I would never let my ex lay on my lap and nuzzle my shirt while they tell me how bad they missed me. It's wrong, right?Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-73717919822918822692013-06-06T04:29:00.000-07:002013-06-06T04:29:30.153-07:00Dear Friend....Dear friend - I am so sorry that this happened to you. I am so sorry that I couldn't be there for you to stop you. I'm just thankful someone else was and I am forever grateful for that person. I'm not going to ask why you tried to take your own life because I get it. I get how you felt. Lonely. Upset. Forgotten. Worthless. Like you'll never amount to anything. Like the world would be better off without you. I understand, I really do, so I'm not mad at you for doing it. I'm just mad that you didn't feel like you could talk to me about it. I've told you before that you can talk to me about anything and I'll always listen without judging you. I would never judge you. I swear. I want you to know that, when you get out of the hospital, you can talk to me without being embarrassed or scared I'll leave because I wont. I want you to tell me everything. Every bad little detail of your life, every sad emotion you're feeling. I want to know. I want to compliment you and show you that you are such a beautiful person who deserves all the happiness a person can get. You deserve a life where death doesn't run through your mind every single day. I want you to be happy and love life, even if it's not easy. Then again, it wouldn't be life if it was just easy, now would it? But right now I only want to know that you're okay. Even if you're weak, laying in a hospital bed, I just want to know your heart is still beating, that you're still breathing. I love you friend, I really do. Please, let me help.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-51811916004102157872013-05-28T23:40:00.000-07:002013-05-28T23:40:04.048-07:00First Post From New Laptop.I got a new laptop a week ago, I think. Thank God. I desperately needed one because my other one didn't work anymore for some reason, but it sucks because I have all my stories and songs on that computer and I have to somehow transfer them over to this computer without wifi. Oh, well. I still am thankful.
Also, I made a new friend. He's nice and quite a bit like me actually. It's scary. I don't actually know him in real life but I met him online and I think they count as friends too so shut up if you don't. We constantly talk and surprisingly he hasn't gotten bored of me yet.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-31585436346737419742013-05-23T02:12:00.000-07:002013-05-23T02:12:15.141-07:00VFSI emailed the film school I want to attend, but they haven't replied yet. They were supposed to reply after three days but it's been more like three weeks. So tonight, I emailed them again, hoping this time they'll reply. I really want to attend, it's been my dream since about the 7th grade to get into acting. I love it more than a lot of things.
Also, I got my friend hook onto a new TV show. We try to watch it once a week, although this week we've watched it twice. I'm just glad I finally have someone to talk to about this show.
Also, I worked the elections the other day. It was a long, boring 12 hours with a lot of checking IDs and crossing off people's names and peeing. Luckily, I had a smart partner and our supervisor said we were the best table. I didn't mind helping out and we get almost $300 for doing it.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-29677567353591018202013-05-04T21:49:00.000-07:002013-05-04T21:49:06.564-07:00My feelings..please, just ignore.Some days, most lately, I feel like I've been getting everyone mad. I feel like they're fed up with me and are even starting to hate me. Especially my mum. I cause so much trouble for her and she is so frustrated with me and I just feel like she really hates me. Maybe because I'm not how she imagined I'd be or something like that. Either way, it makes me feel like crap. Anyways, today was half good, besides the feeling bad part. My friend and I went to a movie today (Iron Man 3) and it was amazing. We both enjoyed it and had a great time.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-8895578530310881982013-04-28T14:04:00.001-07:002013-04-28T14:04:54.323-07:00Donations.I have always wanted to help out. Even if it's in a small way. So yesterday, I signed up to help raise money for Hope 2 Haiti. I have been trying to hard to get people to donate, but so far most people only help get the link around. I really need help, so I'm posting the link on here as well. http://www.crowdrise.com/hopetohaiti2013/fundraiser/samanthabrooks If you could donate, even a dollar, it helps. I just feel like it's time to give back to others for once. At least do something for someone else. If you can't donate, then please send te link to all your friends and everyone you know. Thank you all.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166432922085958941.post-90940029467361190322013-04-19T23:52:00.000-07:002013-04-19T23:52:22.268-07:00Dinner & Drunk DrivingToday my mum and I went out to dinner. It was quite a surprise, actually, because she doesn't usually just ask if I want to go out to dinner randomly. But it was nice, nonetheless. And what surprised me most was when she asked if I wanted to go to a specific restaurant that I like more then she does. And since we never go there, it was even more wonderful. I even took some home for my sister.
Then, we went to my aunts house and waited there for a bit until my uncle showed up. I stayed there, reading, which was nice to do. And while he was driving us home he started telling us stories about how he's a great drunk driver. Then he started talking about Pickle Pete. Now, I don't know why we called him that but we did so just go with it, alright. well, we talked about how Pickle Pete was a very horrible drunk driver and he told me stories about what happened to him while he was driving drunk. I have to say, they were pretty funny. I should mention, pickle Pete is dead now. Not from drunk driving, if that's what you're thinking. Then after that they talked about how my dad was a horrible drunk driver as well, and he wrecked two of my uncles cars.
Honestly, it was all just fun. Spending time with the family. I always love that.Eltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404042727021477368noreply@blogger.com0