SciFi Realms Forum: SciFi Realms Forum -> Life in the great, not so white, North

I've decided that life is a soap opera/porn movie. And for the occasional engineer, geek, and scientist out there, a sci-fi aswell. Think & of 9 meets Seventh Heaven kinda deal.

Anyways, lifes great, and it really fucking sucks, and it's great, all at the same time, I'm loving it (You can go Mcsue my ass Ronald).

Since I went from great, to suckage, to great again, I'll start of with some great stuff. My Dad, who is now 50, is having another kid with his... fiance I think. Anyways, going to be a 'lil sister, and they going to name her Danu, after some Celtic goddess person. I think I'll nick-name her Dannie (Danny, same diff). Thats only half of what makes me happy; the other half is that based on the awesomeness of genetics, Like my father I should still be firing off strong and proud when I'm 50, which should keep spousal unit happy. So including my two little half borthers, the two little step-brothers that came with Dee (Dad's spousal-unit), New 'lil sister, and potentially another 'lil step brother if mom hooks up with this one guy, I'm going to have seven little siblings. Fuck me.

Next up is some of the more deprssing tidbits of life. Those of you on TU prolley saw my 30 000 word essay on the dealy. I've since lost the thread, and decided it is more worthy of a blog post anyways, plus summarised.

So I got to town on Dec. 10th to meet a girl I was kinda interested in at lunch. Her name is Steff, and she has a boyfrined. To my suprise and annoyance Steff brought a friend along named Alyssa. Even more annoyed was I when I heard she had a boyfriend (I like to flirt). Regardless, things go well, and Alyssa and I end up kissing eachother goodbye on the cheek.

Anyways, due to my new interest in Alyssa, I try to get ahold of her through Steff and Anna (another friend). Niether would let me get ahold of her, saying she didn't want to talk to me. Either way, through a shear feat of determination, I manage to get ahold of Alyssa the same night my horse was stolen AND I told Steff I was no longer interested in her (feelings I've had for awhile, but the motives to tell her didn't come up till stress from horse theft and partly Alyssa).

Things went swimmingly on our first "date." Real open with eachother and never did stop talking. Took us almost half an hour to order dinner because we forgot to look at the menu we were talking so much. Moon was out that night, so the night home got rather... romantic. She looked so beautiful with the moonlight shining off her golden hair.

Anyways, like most my past relationships, we decided it was best not to tell her parents that we were interested in eachother until later on, after they got to know me better. Technically she isn't allowed to date yet, but said her parents would make a special exception if I proved myself (has happened in the past appearently). So i tried to leave a good impression. At first it seemed to be working. Then several events happened.

She asked we set our relationship status on facebook. I was uneasy about this, but wanting to be a nice guy I set it anyways. So Craig, her asshole ex, sees this a few days later and calls up her mother about the deal. Her mother didn't like this, because she's the kinda parent that wants to know everythign and everything without havign to ask questions. First black mark.

Next big deal was Steff appearently raising hell over us. I dunno how she was going about doing this, but according to absolueally everyone she was raising a real stink up in Comox over the deal. This upset Alyssa's mom, cause she thoguht that now, not only did we "lie" to her, but I am driving her friends away.

Anyways, initially third time was a charm when there was a miss-communication between Alyssa's mom, grandmother, and I during a heart to heart we had about the topic of sex. Anyways, after that night, basically all contact with Alyssa went up the river, and I had to rely on her friends for info, which was shotty at best.

Alot of shit happened between that and the next bit that makes me mad at alot of people, but it isn't important. Next big point was that Alyssa and I wanted to see eachother on Jan. 7th, get square with everything as far as her folks go. So we did.

Conviniently someone called her house that day, asking, "Do you know where your daughter is?" This freaked the fuck out of me, and understandably freaked the fuck out of her parents. So I decided to walk her home, bad plan.

On walk I learned that we weren't allowed to see eachother or talk to eachother at all, before i just thought we were forbidden from dating. Other then that, a number of things were talked about, none of em important right now.

While I was walking her to her corner (as far as I would go knowing her mom doesn't want us together) her mom and grandmother show up. anyways, quite quickly I find out from them that we aren't allowed to be together, threats of restraining orders are flying all over the place, and I find out why... least why I think. According to them Steff told them after the sex conversation that I had pressured her into, and that we had sex. Niether of which are true. We talked about it, but never actually did anything.

Regardless, add up the shit against me here: I'm known as a lyer, someone who pressures girls into sex, someone who "followed" Alyssa home after she told me that she didn't want to see me anymore (initially she did because her mom was there when she was talking to me over phone, damage control), and someone who calls their house asking where their daughter is. I didn't do it, but they think I did. Look like sexual predator to me, so I can't imagine what was going through her mothers head. o.O

Anyways, this is hurts me alot more than usual because here I have a girl I like a whole shit-lot, which is as close to words I can bring it without making head esplode, a girl who likes me a whole shit-lot, and her pernets who wont allow us to even speak to eachother. And for those that think usual teenage relationshp where they think they are inlove, we talked about that, and agreed that love was way to strong a word to use for our feelings during the past month. But there is a ludicrous number of things about her I found out over the course of 2-3 weeks that I absolutally adore (aside from golden hair in the moonlight). She's easy to talk to, we're open with eachother, she has to meet a person for herself before she forms an opinion about them (otherwise we'd never have met), she's had problems in the past, knows about them, and has learned from them, has goals, which is alot more than what most people my age can say for themselves, she's trusting, isn't afraid of commitment (hell, we'd talk about how many kids we'd want to have ), knows how to cook good and likes to cook, likes to clean, likes to sleep in till 10am and wont bitch if I do too, she isn't scared away by my problems or past histories (I do have some stories to tell), and is a fucking gorgeous young woman. *sighs*

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Anyways, last happy deal, had my interviews for military and shit today. The assesment test I scored 53/60, or 88% Far better than most appearently. Was kinda akwards being in the exam hall and finsihing 5 minutes before everyone else per section. Interview was great, kept getting positive comments and praise from the officer asking me questions, and medicals seem to have gone well. They wondered if I was a runner because of my slow heartrate. got an odd look from the nurse when i told her i never really exercise save for the occasional bike ride to naniamo (100km) or the occasional 5-10km run (basically once in a blue moon).

If all goes well I could be in Basic Military Qualification (American slang: Boot camp) by end of march, give or take a month. Needless to say I'm quite happy about the whole deal. should get medical results back within the next 7 to 10 days, then i'll know for sure whether i'm in or not.

Anyways, talk to ya'll later.

Anyone ever run into a situation where they couldn't decide between two factors that lead to the same goal? course we all have. This entry is dedicating to bitching about my desicion making process, and one or two idiot moves I made in the process which delayed the whole bloody thing.

Anyways, the ultimate goal in life is to become an architect... Kinda why I like to draw pictures of buildings (my own designs. ) Anyways, I have several routes to get there, but for the most part, the goal was to delay going to university until I was 21 for several reasons; I wanted to get out of grade requirements because my highschool marks suck nuts, I wanted to be able to have money saved before I entered regardless, and I want to get out and do something right away before I dive into study once again... I'm not the kinda person who likes to sit in the same spot all the time. Oh, by the way, highschool marks were my first fuck up... partly because I would spend every class on TU trying to save enterprise in grade 10 (I'm such a loser eh? ).

So, I have been left with two routes; get into the military, which I have been wanting to do for awhile, or get a trade, which would really benifit me as far as being an architect goes.

both these choices also have sub-choices, namely which civilian trade to enter, or which military trade to enter (hundreds in each). Due to a piece of shit work experiance program at my school, plus the lack of tradesmen in the Comox Valley (everyone is old and retired save for the school kids... the teachers don't even live here), I was never really exposed to trades... only given a list of wht was available. problem was, there was about 2 dozen that sounded intresting, but each one required atleast a year in school to get a taste of it in college. So what I did instead for my grade 12 (equivilent to senior year) year was force my way into sessions with each trade guy (basically just an interview over phone plus possibly a day or two at the job if I was lucky) and narrowed it down to 5 possibilities. Basically what narrowed it down for me wasn't what the jobs were like, or what the guys said the jobs were like. What narrowed it down for me is I identified which tradesmen had personal traits such as myself with regards to work variety, working with my hands, etc. Then going with the trades they enjoyed, and not the ones they didn't.

Now, I did this for a year, and didn't put any research into the military bit because I felt my mother wouldn't like the idea at all, and that i would have to wait to 18 to get around the whole parent consent thing. However, at the begining of september, my cadet officers gave me a good solid kick in the ass, and told me to get a move on it; so I did. Anyways, looking up trades for the military was alot simpler than looking up trades. All you have to do is fill in the little button things on forces.ca (excellent resource for anyone looking to join the CF) explaining your education level, what element you want to get into (if you choose to specify), and an option to look at the jobs on demand.

anyways, the "In Demand" jobs for the army included armoured crewman, artillary, Anti-Air, Communications Technician-land (meaning the infantry guy with the telephone on his back), electronics technician, and some other thing I can't be bothered to remember.

This was a pretty quick no-shitter once I looked at the job descriptions. Armoured: drive and maintain tanks; Artillary: sit for 10 hours strate, fire a round, sit for ten hours, dig a trench; Anti-Air: use 50 year old equipment; Comunications technician: get blown up, plus one must keep his trap shut when talking about military matters... he handles alot of classified info, and I can't handle that kinda pressure, etc.

I went for armoured. luckily for me I know several people involved in the trade, who have freinds willing to help me get through recruiting, survive basic, etc. (it's not what you know, but who you know appearently)

So that basically settled that debate there. Juggle 5 or 6 civilian trades, or join the military and drive a tank for work everyday... choice is pretty obvious. The plus about being in the military is that I would learn how to handle stressful situations very well, they'll teach me how to drive (properly, not my way @ 240kph), learn how to think and speak clearly, etc. I'm hoping it will present a good life experiance. Once that is all aid and done, and I either finish after my first 3 year contract or the 5 year contract after that, I'll move on to University and get my architectural degree.


Good plan in my opinion, but even the best laid plans go astray... so I hope to be able to "go with the current" as things happen, and get to where I want to be sooner or later... prefferably before I die.

well, thats all for today folks... sorry to bore you to death. I promise to post somethign more intresting next time.

well, first post of this blog, so here we go.

Name: Matthew Robert Dougal Bailey
Sex: Male
Age:17
Birthday: November 25th, 1989
Location: Fanny Bay, British Columbia, Canada
Occupation: Currently none
Hobbies: You'll find out as we go along

anyways, now that you know the basics, lets get started. I will mostly post about personal life, so if it is an all-knowing blog where you are getting the latest scoup, don't come looking here.

So, I've completed highgschool, not going to bother talking about that, but I will talk about camp. I am a member of the Royal Canadian Air Cadet program, and have been since March, 2002. The program was once a military training regime for youth with the intent of them becoming WWII pilots, but has since become a more "civilised" group. basics of it are to teach youth to be good, knowledgable, proud citizens of canada. goals for the youth in the program, called "cadets," vary. in Air cadets, the usual goal is to learn how to fly, not much else to it.

while caets is a year long venture, with the usual once a week meet & weekend training exercises, there are also summer-long courses that range from the 2 week basic course to the 6-7 week long Gliding and Power Scholarships, the course that cadets take to get their pilot licences (my girlfreind, Jill, Whom I met at camp, just got her Gliders licence).

This summer I was a staff cadet at Regional Gliding School Prairie, located in Gimli, Manitoba... hence how I met Jill. This was a 7 week long adventure. First week was orienttion and basic training, then the next six weeks I worked as sports/canteen staff. Not the most honourable job, but I wanted sports, canteen was the downside to the package.

The job I had meant that on an average of 4 times per week, I would run an 85 minute sports period for the ITAC flights (one period for each flight during the day, so around 170 minutes of sports). All it was was sports, like gym class in highschool. At first my partner and I chose the sports for the ITACs, but after awhile we allowed their opinions to direct us on what we played during the day.

Sorry. ITAC is Introduction To Aviation Course. It's 3 weeks long and teaches the cadets the basics of meterology, airlaw, airmanship, mechanics of the aircraft, and the like. there are two intakes of ITACs, with each intake compromising two flights of 27-28 kids.

As for canteen, I sold stuff. Although most my time was spent talking to Jill or drawing up sketches of buildings (only "art" I'm really good at).

Anyways, that was my summer for the past 7 weeks. The job left me with about 2K in my pocket left over from camp (I spent another 1 000 bucks on assorted "goodies") which I am putting towards taking a trip with the family to Kelowna and Alberta.

Well thats that. Hope to write again in the near future. any questions, just ask and I'll be sure to put them in my next entry... need to have something to write about.