Slots are NOT to be Toyed with...

Just got home from the slots. When all said and done I came out winning $4.00. Yup, a whole whopping 4 dollars!

College fund

Not in the best of shape right now. Used the slightest chance that I'd win something to give me an excuse to go to the slots and play 20 bucks, even though I haven't had enough sleep these past three days.

The mitten story will explain to you the severity of my condition this evening. No time to explain now, will get back to it some other time, perhaps when I'm a little more sober and awake.

For now I have to go snuggle with my puppy....

Parachute Packing

I learned how to pack a parachute last night.

I'm hoping that when it comes springtime, Simon will get his parachute professionally checked to make sure that I didn't screw anything up for him. I'd feel really bad if he hurt himself. I'd laugh at him just to be evil, haha, but I'd definately feel really extremely bad. :^)

Packing a parachute ended up being just as complicated as I'd expected.

You have to make sure the parachute:

-unfolds reliably, so the entire parachute inflates correctly
-unfolds consistently, so the skydiver knows what to expect when the parachute opens
-unfolds without twisting, so the skydiver is facing the right direction after deployment
-unfolds without tangling the lines
-unfolds at the right pace - If it unfolds too quickly, it can hurt the skydiver and/or damage the equipment.

Considering I've never been skydiving before, I definately would not trust my own parachute packing ability. But learning more about it has definately made me want to try it even more!

Yet I'm still struggling with the same problem...

SO MUCH I WANT TO DO! SO LITTLE TIME! NOT ENOUGH MONEY!

Well, when I become a superstar DJ this will all be fixed!

Too bad I'm lacking in the patience department.....

Liquid Courage...or lack thereof...

Went to funk night at Call the Office last night. I made the mistake of telling some people I'm taking breakdancing lessons. The reality of it is, I've only had 2 and a half lessons so far, so I still have a LOOOOOng way to go before I can break it down with the rest of em. With everyone knowing that, I kept getting pushed into the middle of the breakers circle just to walk right back out of it. Even the three-beer-drunk I had going on didn't help the situation.

What is it about booze and drugs that brings out the confidence to speak to strangers and dance like an idiot? Hmmm I wonder....

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Ethyl alcohol or ethanol, known commonly as alcohol, is the same whether the beverage is wine, beer, or hard liquor. Beverage alcohol is a drug that depresses the central nervous system, like barbiturates, sedatives, and anesthetics. Alcohol is not a stimulant. There is no question that the person who drinks alcohol seems stimulated. Speech becomes free and animated, social inhibitions may be forgotten, and the drinker can begin to act and feel more emotional. But these effects are misleading; the "stimulation" occurs only because alcohol affects those portions of the brain that control judgment. "Being stimulated" by alcohol actually amounts to a depression of self-control. A principal effect of alcohol is to slow down brain activity, and depending on what, how much, and how fast a person drinks, the result is slurred speech, hazy thinking, slowed reaction time, dulled hearing, impaired vision, weakened muscles and fogged memory. Certainly not a stimulating experience!

By: Michaele P. Dunlap, Psy.D, Clinical Psychologist

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So basically what this article is telling me is that I still had social inhibitions and self-control last night.

I've come to the conclusion that I either need to drink more, or get better at dancing before I can hit the floor. I'm leaning towards the latter.

Plus, all this talk about 'being stimulated', and 'a stimulating experience' has got me thinking....

I have to go......

Happy Fucking Holidays

So I drowned my holiday blahs with more than a few labatt 50's over weekend. A good drunken night always helps me forget about all the shit that's not even worth complaining about, while killing a few braincells in the process. Funny how a few bottles of beer can drastically change your mood.

Unfortunately for my father, the mood becomes bitter and violent. I can always count on him to ruin the holidays for everyone. Not sure how much more I want to say about that.

Other than that, I can't complain. I got to hang out with my little cousins and see how they've grown. I got to eat Grandma food, which is always delicious. I got to take my 19 year old cousin out for the first time. One cousin came to visit from Hong Kong with her daughter, so I got to see her for the first time in 10 years.

All in all making the holidays especially interesting this year. Not good, just interesting.

I'm glad I'll be in BC next year during the holiday season. Away from all the chaos. Mind you chaos tends to follow me around wherever I go...

The 'Love' Letter

I received this letter when I got home from work today. I haven't stopped laughing since. I originally thought that this was a letter from a friend in the building, wishing me a Happy Holiday or something of that nature. I found out quickly just how wrong I was....



My friend Ray was trying to give me an explaination as to why I would be the only person he knows who would receive such a letter.

"If this had been me or anyone else making this noise they probably would not have been given such a letter," he says. "The only reason you were given this letter is because you're DJ Wendy Law and you can handle this shit."

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. What matters is that this letter has been the highlight of my month! Just goes to show my lack of purpose or meaning lately. But I'm working on it!