take the WHAT BAD BOOK ARE YOU test.
and go to mewing.net. not as good as reading a good book, but way better than a bad one.
Heheh. Memes. Anyway, I'm hackling and wheezling with a head cold, but pity me not! Things have been going very well lately. I'm still telemarketing, a job that scales the heights and plumbs the depths of human emotion, all depending on whether or not I'm lucky enough to dial a person who A) reads English, and B) wants to. Today I more than tripled my quota, some days I don't sell anything at all. The most amusing part has been the last names that come up on the auto-dialer - so far, Dookie, Poon, Hick, Hussey, Higginbottom and my personal favourite, Dingus.
But I shall soon leave this den of commercialism for some hallowed halls of learning, as I've been hired as an instructor for an ESL summer program, to teach English to 20 Mexican teenagers and show them the sights of Toronto (with the help of chaperones, to make sure nobody runs off and pierces anything - a major fear on all my class trips). I'm really looking forward to this as it is experience I badly need for my application to teachers' college.
Graduation happened! My parents were proud of me, they brought me flowers, I looked pretty rockin' in my dress, there were little sandwiches and some kind of pate at the reception - all in all a good showing.
My first Toronto Pride happened! I went to the Dyke March with Claire on Saturday, and we had a great time taking in all the lovely ladies, followed by some spoken word artists and confusing lesbian performance art (is there any other kind?) at Buddies in Bad Times. Plus there was the Gay Geek Group which was lovely to see, and a woman with a sign reading "Willow and Tara Forever!" All they needed was a Xena impersonator to really complete the ensemble, and perhaps next year I shall offer my services? The next day was Pride proper, and I went with my mom. I especially liked the Jewish queer women's group with the sign "Eat Me, I'm Kosher", the drag king in a wheelchair whose shirt read "My other legs are a Cadillac", Jack Layton and Olivia Chow on a bicycle built for two, and the men in wedding dresses on stilts. Especially heartwarming were the two Mounties in full dress uniform with a sign that read on one side, "Just Married" and one the other "The Mounties Always Get Their Man".