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charloweenSo they've found Cecilia Zhang. Tomorrow would have been her 10th birthday and her parents had actually planned a birthday party and invited guests.
They're saying the remains found were "skeletal" which would mean she probably died not long after whoever took her took her in October. In the paper today they had an old picture from last year of one of those electronic highway message thingies ("Missing 9 year old girl, call with information" or something) and I nearly started to cry over breakfast. (Which is weird, for me... )
I hope that she wasn't held somewhere for any length of time, but that if she was then she had some idea that everyone in the GTA knew she was missing and was thinking of her. Just to know that she hadn't been forgotten.
I was working late last night (shift went 3h after close) but right after we closed Bob came around and let us know that they'd id-ed what remains remained. It kind of put a damper on the rest of the evening, esp. since I was shelving only political science/cultural studies (and true crime) and every bloody book was about how we're going to blow up the world, or Bush is, or about gangsters and child rapists and rampant consumerism... needless to say, not much fun studying after that shift.
Yesterday I got this really nice call from Ryerson, inviting me to an evening of something or other for people who applied to the Arts and Contemporary Studies program. The girl was very nice and I got a phone number of someone to call because I have more questions than the girl could answer.
About 15 minutes later Mum came home with a letter from Ryerson, but from Film and Video this time, rejecting me. Feh. I knew I didn't have a portfolio and had no place applying for any type of fine arts degree. I'll take photography or something and reapply in a few years.
Today was the CPA 1 exam (level 2 in 2 weeks--- gaaaaaa.) Class starts at 8:45, and so should the exam, so we started the thing at 9:45. That's barely a consideration, since the exam should have been written last Friday (but that's a whole can of whatever and my hands are numb so I don't have the will...).
And Hunter S Thompson is my new Hero of today. I just finished reading Kindom of Fear and yes, I get where he's coming from. He should by any divine justice be dead 20 years ago, but he's still alive and even he doesn't know why. I think he's proof of the god I believe in, the god with a sick sense of humour that likes to have someone like HST around just to watch What He Does Next.
I can smell dinner cooking and I think it's burning. Good thing it's not me cooking or I'd be mad.
Oh, and more divine justice: Dean Blundell and his co-morons have been suspended from the morning show on the Edge and I think that's funny as hell. I feel sorriest for Alan Cross because he's only been program director for a few weeks (or something) and now he's got to deal with this shit. Blundell is unfunny and juvenile and hurray! he's suspended-without-pay for the near future! Bwahaha.
I got my schedule for the next weeks: I'm working Saturday, and then the Thursday after that. I work at Chapters for the 30% employee discount and the free books. Not for the hours, and certainly not for the wage. Proof that Eternal Sunshine on a Spotless Mind was a work of fiction: the scanner thing that Clementine uses in that one scene at work in the bookstore actually works and doesn't beep death agonies every few minutes or require new batteries with alarming frequency.
Pardon me, but I have nothing to say.
They're saying the remains found were "skeletal" which would mean she probably died not long after whoever took her took her in October. In the paper today they had an old picture from last year of one of those electronic highway message thingies ("Missing 9 year old girl, call with information" or something) and I nearly started to cry over breakfast. (Which is weird, for me... )
I hope that she wasn't held somewhere for any length of time, but that if she was then she had some idea that everyone in the GTA knew she was missing and was thinking of her. Just to know that she hadn't been forgotten.
I was working late last night (shift went 3h after close) but right after we closed Bob came around and let us know that they'd id-ed what remains remained. It kind of put a damper on the rest of the evening, esp. since I was shelving only political science/cultural studies (and true crime) and every bloody book was about how we're going to blow up the world, or Bush is, or about gangsters and child rapists and rampant consumerism... needless to say, not much fun studying after that shift.
Yesterday I got this really nice call from Ryerson, inviting me to an evening of something or other for people who applied to the Arts and Contemporary Studies program. The girl was very nice and I got a phone number of someone to call because I have more questions than the girl could answer.
About 15 minutes later Mum came home with a letter from Ryerson, but from Film and Video this time, rejecting me. Feh. I knew I didn't have a portfolio and had no place applying for any type of fine arts degree. I'll take photography or something and reapply in a few years.
Today was the CPA 1 exam (level 2 in 2 weeks--- gaaaaaa.) Class starts at 8:45, and so should the exam, so we started the thing at 9:45. That's barely a consideration, since the exam should have been written last Friday (but that's a whole can of whatever and my hands are numb so I don't have the will...).
And Hunter S Thompson is my new Hero of today. I just finished reading Kindom of Fear and yes, I get where he's coming from. He should by any divine justice be dead 20 years ago, but he's still alive and even he doesn't know why. I think he's proof of the god I believe in, the god with a sick sense of humour that likes to have someone like HST around just to watch What He Does Next.
I can smell dinner cooking and I think it's burning. Good thing it's not me cooking or I'd be mad.
Oh, and more divine justice: Dean Blundell and his co-morons have been suspended from the morning show on the Edge and I think that's funny as hell. I feel sorriest for Alan Cross because he's only been program director for a few weeks (or something) and now he's got to deal with this shit. Blundell is unfunny and juvenile and hurray! he's suspended-without-pay for the near future! Bwahaha.
I got my schedule for the next weeks: I'm working Saturday, and then the Thursday after that. I work at Chapters for the 30% employee discount and the free books. Not for the hours, and certainly not for the wage. Proof that Eternal Sunshine on a Spotless Mind was a work of fiction: the scanner thing that Clementine uses in that one scene at work in the bookstore actually works and doesn't beep death agonies every few minutes or require new batteries with alarming frequency.
Pardon me, but I have nothing to say.
