"No, I'm serious. This is a serious exercise. It's like an SAT question. Which one is going to get to the hundred dollar bill first? The male-friendly lesbian, the man-hating dyke, Santa Claus, or the Easter bunny?"



Note: This is merely a movie quotation and does not reflect my views on anything. Thank you and please enjoy your stay.

So today was my much anticipated, first day of New Media Journalism at Sheridan. I like my class because it's not many people, about twenty. I'm a little intimidated by the work they said will lay ahead, and very long hours in the editing suites, television labs etc. They emphasized the fact these labs were 24 hours and suggested we try to avoid having a jobs if it was financially possible (who would have a job if it were financially possible not to have one? I ask you!) But so far there are no textbooks and Kenton Vaughn, teacher of Current Affairs gave us the title of a documentary to rent and encouraged us to watch tv, we also discussed the deeper meaning of the Spiderman Two scene where the passengers of the train can see his face. Not the usual first day, at least for me anyway. Despite the workload I'm pretty excited, I know it's only the first day but I feel much more interested by the material than I ever felt in my four years at McMaster, that school was so balls and boring.

I had a very lovely weekend, Melissa became my first over night guest at my new home in Oakville (I encourage one and all to make a trip out and see me god dammit!) and Saturday night I met some very lovely and hopefully new friends. I was a little weary of this whole moving out thing, I know it's only been a week since all six of us moved in but no one was talking much, mostly in passing. But today we inadvertently had a kitchen party and talked about the stupid things people should discuss like South Park, whether the Simpsons should have yet another season on air, Family Guy, Prison Break, etc. So tv then? Yah pretty much, but who cares? I think we're all pretty different from one another but not in such a drastic way that we wont get along. It may sound naive to say but I honestly don't think I'm going to have much difficulty living here or with these guys, I'm pretty excited about it.

As for the wretched and much dreaded job situation, I'm afraid to report yet not only have I not heard from my 20 year old cunt faced manager (please excuse the language). Not only has she not informed me of the potential ending of my employment but apparently she also does payroll as I was sad to find on Friday when I did not get paid. *sigh* Enter me phone stalking her and trying to get hold of what precious money I may have left so that I may live without being thrown on the street or starving to death. I love the fact that they hired me basically for August, right at that convenient peek period where everyone was hiring back to school students so now it will be all the more difficult to get a job. More of that classic unfortunate events for one Cassandra McBride I'm afraid. I have a few job interviews this week, so keep up the good karma that one of those pan out for me. But, as my pessimistic friend Brett has predicted,
none of them will. God I love that man.

Sidenote: I don't suppose anyone wants to go to Toronto Saturday to see John Mayer for a free show in Yonge and Dundas square?