The Fuck, What (Last Name, First Name)

There have been a few "What the Fuck" moments the past few weeks.

Last week I went with a few people to the taping of So You Think You Can Dance Canada.  Live?  Fuck that shit.  We went to a group performance and it is pretty obvious they are previously taped.  They have complex costumes, tons of make-up, and about 45 seconds after they finish the dance they come back on stage in dance clothes. . . plus there are the close of shots of the dancers, then the cut to the entire stage and there is no camera man on stage.  It's because they recorded the dance a solid 7-8 times the day before.  And then they taped Leah Miller's entrance a few times.  The best thing about this day - That involved standing in the studio for 3 hours -  was when my friend Sam (who looks like Leah Miller) and I went on stage and dance like twats.  Unfortunately, we went on a day when an entire performing arts school went. . . so our shopping cart and sizzling bacon looks ridiculous next to the 15 years olds lunging across the stage with wondrous grace.

So then I watch the episode that night, which was of the couples dancing - which I'm pretty sure was taped on Monday.  So this couple, Joey and Tamina, did this hip hop dance that was awesome.  I'm not Gwen Stefani, but I'm pretty sure that shit was Bananas.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WITCi8NOJmw   Watch it.  Anyway, I liked it, I found out that Tamina is a business student at Ryerson, so I decided to vote for them.  I have never voted for anything before, but I really wanted them to move on.  So I voted.  A solid 10 times.  The next day I tuned in and they were in the bottom 3.  WTF?  So they danced for their lives and then Tamina was sent home by the judges.  What the Fuck.  Then Joey was sent home. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!  I have have the kiss of mother fucking death!  Such a piss off.  I'm never voting for anything ever again.  Even federal and provincial elections.  I hate democracy!

Oh, when walking through the alley between my residence and an apartment building I saw a homeless man in a wheel chair shooting up.  WTF?

Someone was stabbed JUST off campus. WTF??

Some man on the corner of Dundas and Yonge holds out brochures about Jesus and looks at the ground.  About every 30 second he yells "BELIEVE!" or "JESUS!".  WTF?  My friend Dylan pointed out he probably thinks he is speaking in tongues.

I got no call back from Milestones.  FTS - (fuck that shit)

I applied to Johnny Rockets where they sing and dance because I thought it would be funny.  The manager looked at my resume, told me about the training process, asked if I had any problem dancing every once in a while, and told me he would put my resume through and call me the next day.  That was 5 days ago. FTS times two.

There was an anthrax scare at Ryerson today!  WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING SHIT?!?!  Apparently this happened a month ago and I never new about it.  Anthrax?  ANTHRAX?? 

I found out in MLA essay formats you aren't supposed to put two spaces after a period.  Every essay I have ever written was improperly formatted.  As is this blog entry. Fuck. My. Life.

Peace 

Chris