How Cruel Is The Golden Rule?

so when you work for a provincial park, thats main job is a conservation area, you really arent supposed to kill things. not trees, not bugs, not anything.

but sometimes, mice interupt your special movie watching time at staffhouse with your co-workers. when this happens, when mice jump out from underneath your coach and disturb the tranquility of your night, you dont really think "hmm, maybe i shouldnt kill this". nope, instead, three of you jump up try and catch it.

whether you are using the top of a dvd spindle, a glass that is half filled with water, or a humus container, you will try like its your job to kill that jerk of a mouse. one will wait where it is expected to scurry out from under the sofa, one will try and scare it in that direction, and the other will wait and watch over all others, in case the bastard tries to pull a fast one on you. but sometimes the get away, its painfully, but it happens. it normally leaves you feeling like failure because you were outsmarted by a rodent the size of your big toes, but it does happen.

when it happens, i suggest nurf guns. its the only way to recover, plus, if you see it again, as we did, it is good to have such a weapon. because when it finally runs from under the coach to the tv stand, it is good it have things that you can shoot at it, to makes sure it runs out the other side, where you are waiting, ready to ambush with your cup.

when you finally do catch that mouse, you then need to decide what to do with it... this is where things to get tricky. you have many options. you can take it outside, set it free, but you can bet your first born that it will get back inside. you can give it to the person with the strongest stomach and have them kill it, however they see fit. or, you can listen to the person who is terrified of mice, who has been hiding out in the hallway for this whole ordeal, and flush it down the toilet.

did you know that mice can swim?

well they can, they can also jump. and this little mouse jumped and swam its way through three flushes. until it was bashed on the head and pushed down for the final time on the fourth flush.

after all this is said and done, you realize, you should have let it go outside, after all, you work for the MNR.

There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

life is filled with so many decisions. just one after another. decisions and choices, and choices and decisions.

on one hand, its great that we have the power to decide things for ourselves, and choose what happens in our life, on the other, its a giant pain in the ass worrying if you are making the right one.

i always worry that what i decide isnt the right choice. and many many many times, i know that it is now. of course, this revelation always comes after the deed has been done. for example, choosing to stay out all night, when any smart person would remember that nothing good ever happens after 2am, and would take that cue, and go home. but no, not me. frequently, i feel that my decisions are the right ones. like buying new shoes. some of my decisions, i am still unsure of. like university choice. yes, im excited to be going to Uottawa, but that doesnt stop me from wanting to go to trent, still.

sometimes, i cant decide. i cant decide on what kind of person i want to. or what i want to do tomorrow night, or how i feel about certain people.

but i can be sure that when the time comes for me to finally make these decisions, i will. and ill live with it

Drove To Chicago; In A Van With My Friends

oh dear lordy me!
it is summer time

time to be crazy, stay up til all hours of the nights, and do whatever you want.and, of course, its time for work. for must of us students, i would say that our summer vacation is in fact less like a vacation, and actually just more work. i feel like getting up and working eight hours a day is way more work than school ever was. but for some reason, it becomes the most enjoyable thing in the world when you get paid for it. i have been working for just over a week now, and honestly, enjoying every minute of it.

i even enjoy when campers prove that they shouldnt be considered people by doing the stupid things that they do. i dont mind mopping up the water when the basement floods from the crazy thunderstorm outside. i happily wake up at 7am to be at work for 8am, because honestly, thats an hour later than i would get to be in bed if i was going to school, plus, i can walk to work, its nice, outdoors, i needed to take the bus to school; i despise the bus. i like watching tv at staffhouse, even though we can never agree on what to watch, and only get two channels. and you certainly will never catch me complaining about spending the rest of the day at the beach, with cute coworkers.

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