Another trip to the dentist, another filling replaced. I’m starting to like this white toothy smile! After I had a couple of teeth pulled on the top pre-braces, my teeth have shifted and now all you can used too  see, was silver fillings on my molars. Now they’re all white! Hooray for new inventions with fillings. I was told once by my family dentist back home that silver ones actually last longer. Well, it didn’t seem that way for me — and I actually had to have one of my silver ones replaced since it was “leaking”. Scary!

I’m moving out this weekend. A lot sooner than I had hoped. Primarily because it’s a one-man moving show out here. The boyfriend (mainly) and I.  He wants to help me move a while before the trip to B.C just so he doesn’t re-injure his shoulder so close to our big Ironman Canada trip to BC. I have everything mostly packed up, I just need to buy another rubbermaid container and I’m set. I gotta tell ya. Moving 7 times in 3 years definitely makes you purge a lot of your belongings each time you move to a new place. There’s just too much stuff. I remember when I first moved up here, I had 3 suit cases with all of my belongings and that was it. When I went home for Christmas, I brought back more stuff to Ontario. After a few moves, I’ve thrown stuff out / recycled it / gave it to good will. I’m almost back down to my 3 suit cases where I started off three years ago. It’s a good feeling. I actually have one suitcase that is filled with stuff that I haven’t used since I was in my apartment when I moved in, in January. 8 months! I say, if you don’t use it within 6-12 months, chuck it. But certain things have sentimental value that I really can’t come to part with, and some of it’s useful — like thank you cards from etsy, and pens!! I love pens. And stationary. And paper clips.

Pardon the random brain thoughts today.

Also. What’s with cranking the A/C so I have goosebumps? That’s one of the most annoying things in the world to me. You want to be cooled off, but not feel as if you’re actually stepping into a deep freeze. Wtf. I am COLD.

I have often received legitimate e-mails from people who have entered other people’s e-mail address in wrong, and it got sent to me instead of the directed person.

I used to reply to these e-mails just saying a quick “Sorry, wrong e-mail!” to them. But I’ve received two in the last week from the same person.  I don’t know if I should reply or just leave it alone. Obviously “Natalie something or other” is getting the content through her friend because they’re doing some orientation at a school in Rhode Island and the other person replying kept mentioning she was talking to this “Natalie” person.

Should I just do what Canada Post does (write on the envelopes RETURN TO SENDER) in bright red ink? I mean I guess it’s the same as dialing the wrong number, especially receiving one on my cell phone. I remember the first time that happened and I was like OMG HOW!?? But then I remembered that cell phones are proably more popular than the land lines and it’s much more easier to fool up on a number while dialing.

Have you ever received an e-mail that was supposed to go to someone else? What would you do in this situation?I’m probably just going to reply, once again and say that they have the wrong e-mail address. I wonder how many other people actually reply to these wrong e-mails? I certainly know that my boyfriend never does as he used to receive them on a much more frequent basis than I ever have.

Many people have mentioned to me that I should be a comedian.

If only. I would never.

You could not pay me enoughhh to get up in front of anyone, even family to speak for a minute amount of time.

I hate being in groups of people and being the centre of attention, especially if I’m being humorous! I don’t want to get laughed at, I want to make people laugh with me. If that makes any sense at all. I’m comfortable with people one–on–one and that’s often times when the jokster in me comes out and says something funny that isn’t funny at all — I’m not funny in groups at all. That’s when I’m laid back and quiet.

I don’t want to be judged for acting foolish, and I hate it when I’m stared at. I hate public speaking and I most definitely hate it when I have to be the presenter most times at the weekly staff meetings at work. But that last bit has gotten a bit easier, since I’ve been doing it for two painful years now. It’s gotten to the fact that I present things with almost a nonchalant attitude. You know. Just going in there and being all “yaaa this is whatever to me”, because I have to fool my brain like that. Reverse psychology works on me, in every situation possible folks, seriously. Otherwise, the silence in the room when I’m done speaking will make me cringe and wallow down in the seat until it’s someone else’s duty to speak after me.

In regards to public speaking — I think I’ve only done it once in my life.

In grade 7 we had to come up with a commercial and be filmed in front of the class. I was  almost sick to my stomach, wishing I could barf something up so I could claim I was too sick to speak, and absolutely terrified I would get nervous and just stand still and not be able to blurt anything out. So, before any of that could possible happen, I of course rehearsed it in front of my parents, in front of the mirror continuously until I didn’t slip up. Of course, when it came time to present it in front of my class, in front of these kids my age just staring (remember, I hate when I’m stared at! lol) at me — I lost everything I had. I started jumping and skipping over my words which made me so embarrassed. My knees were trembling and I ended up having to cut it out half way through and leave it at that and pretend I was done. That horrified me for life.

Grade 11 was when another public speaking opportunity arose, when I was a little more out of my shell, I had another public speaking thing that I had to present to the class. Thankfully, my neighbor who was probably 8 years old at the time got a brand new Nintendo console (I don’t know if it was the Super Nintendo or the Nintendo 64 or what it was) and we were up late playing the jet ski game and one of the mario kart games. Totally ready and not really that nervous for my presentation (because it was a small class, and one of my favorite classes — Entrepreneurial Studies with a super rad teacher), I didn’t even think about the next day at school. Until I woke up the next morning, for the first (and only) time in my life where I didn’t have a voice. I LOST MY VOICE. Awesome. That was the best gift I have ever received! I loved it. I don’t even remember screaming at the Nintendo all that much. I lost my voice and I never had to do my presentation as it was the last day we had to do it, so I just handed in my paper and voila. That was that.

Interviews are almost the same as public speaking, to me. However after I’ve went to over 36 (I lost count) interviews before finding the one I’m at now I think I may be more comfortable doing them. But of course, one would ask – why did I have so many interviews and not that many job offers? Because I suck. At public Speaking. Obviously my portfolio kept getting phone calls, just the comedian wouldn’t pull through during the interviews. Stumbling, skipping and jumping over words and initially being embarrassed. Until the 10th or so interview, then I started reverting to the “ya this is whatever to me”. That didn’t work either obviously.

In short: Comedians = Require public speaking = Not doable in my books.

So yes. I love to make people laugh. But only a handful at a time, at most. I’m almost positive it doesn’t come out in my writing skills, as I’m not that creative when it comes to writing. More so, spur of the moment silly things I do or say, or even didn’t mean to say. That’s pretty much what it all boils down to.