i'm it

i'm cheating at the meme. mostly, because i have nobody that i want to tag. so, if you read this, and want to fill it out, please do. and let me know. but for now, i am self-centered enough to do this and break the sacred link of meme. however, i will acknowledge b-dawg, who so lovingly tagged me.

what were you doing 10 years ago? uhm, i was thirteen. so, saskatchewan time, thirteen years ago would be january 31st, 7:45pm. most likely, i was up to no good with lynnie c and ky. perhaps causing mischeif, putting cookies into iced tea, or illegally watching kids in the hall while trying to avoid flying pennies flicked at me from graeme's direction.

what were you doing 1 year ago? most likely doing homework. third year was the year of much homework. and it's a tuesday night, so i can safely say i wasn't drunk.

five snacks you enjoy: goodie rings, dill pickle chips, slurpees, cheerios snack mix, peanut butter m&m's

five songs to which you know all the lyrics: slow hands, interpol / this is for my people, missy elliott / smack my bitch up, the prodigy / worry rock, green day / money city maniacs, sloan

five things you would do if you were a millionaire: *take a year off, travel the world, and fly a friend out to travel with me every month of the year. *spend all the money that i needed to put on an outdoor concert for my pleasure, and whoever else wanted to come. correction. outdoor festival. as many days as i need to get the headliners that follow, and any i may have forgotten: tegan and sara, the arcade fire, queens of the stone age, death from above 1979, pete yorn, rooney, death cab for cutie, sam roberts, sloan, the strokes, clap your hands say yeah, green day, the beach boys, the beatles, the doors, elvis. *invent a machine that can bring back dead people, so i can have the beach boys, the beatles, the doors and elvis play at my festival *invent a machine that can bring back disco *shoot hillary duff off into space

five bad habits: leaving 15mls in the milk bag just so i don't have to put a new one in - checking my email at work - procrastinating - saying dumb things before my brain filter stops me - not flossing as much as i should

five things you would never wear again: fanny packs, jean vests, scrunchies, pink lipstick, training bras

five favourite toys: cabbage patch kid, fischer-price garage, fraggle rock anything, swing set, mother's high-heels

your fly's down

for the past two hours or so, i have been watching tom arnold make out with maggie gyllenhaal. actually, they don't make out the full two hours, but that seems to be the part that is burned in my mind. the only reason i am able to forgive the movie for that, is the fact that jesse bradford is in it, and i heart jesse bradford. although i hated him in hackers. but i love him now. mostly because he was in bring it on.

which brings me to hating maggie gyllenhaal. and to quote my grandma, 'i bet she's a bitch'. *although my grandma said that about martha stewart, not m.g.*

i think i dislike maggie so much because she has a pretentious air about her. but the funny thing is, the girl really never brushes her hair...nor looks like she shops anywhere but stores that sell clothes by the pound. so how can she walk around like her poop doesn't stink? frankly, i think she should pull her bottom lip over her head and swallow.

so, that is the end of my rant about that.

today was a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. i took a stroll in the westboro district of town, and bought the teeniest little water bottle. it's so cute. 300mls. i plan on taking it to the art gallery with me tomorrow, and smuggling it around in my purse. it's the perfect size for smuggling water into places where you shouldn't smuggle water. now, i need to find places that don't allow water, so i can smuggle more.

and i had a revelation today whilst driving. i realized, that ottawa might be one of the only cities i can think of that doesn't have a 'north end' of town. really. you can't go north in ottawa - nobody will say, 'i live in the north end' - because if you live in the north end, you either live in the river, or in quebec. soooo, technically there is only east, west or south. which fascinates me.

but, that's enough stupid thoughts for one day. james blunt is on snl tonight, and if you like british soldiers who sing sappy songs, like most of you do, you should tune in. i think that so many british men are mopey because it rains so much over there, and they all have bad teeth.

adieu.

stand down at sundown

well, it's that time of the year when the ecma's are just around the corner. and now, my bid is for you all to go forth and exercise your civil duty to vote for mr. matt mays and his band, el torpedo. it's simple. click the link, choose his name, and enjoy.

i have seen matt five times now (hello, creepy stalker groupie) and each time, he has rocked my socks off. he is truly one of the great canadian entertainers on the scene right now - and he's making waves. check him out now while he's still playing clubs...there is nothing better than a show in a small venue.

oh, and even if you don't know who he is, go vote. because if you did know who he is, you'd be voting for him anyways.

in other news, i saw kenneth branagh waiting at the bus stop with me today. yes, be assured i yelled, 'kenneth branagh i love your work' at him. turns out, not kenneth branagh. oh well. i'm sure he gets that all the time.

this weekend is a solitary one in ottawa - both the 'rents are out of town, so i plan on walking around the city, and taking some fun pics. i also plan on posting those, so keep updated this weekend on my many adventures. sure to include things such as, 'vacuuming the basement', and 'taking out the trash'.

tgif! *author's note: shawn, did you make this drawing?*

crazy insane, not insane crazy

okay, so i'm sure that everybody else would be better at naming five oddities about me, but since i have not yet listed them myself, here i go. ky did this. and it turns out, she is almost as crazy as me.

#1. i hate swimming in places where i can't see the bottom (ie: lakes). the fear of what my feet touch under the murky water freaks me out. mostly, i'm afraid of fish, and dead bodies. especially that one summer, when we kept calling the lake water 'dead juice' after that dead guy washed ashore. baaaaaarf! oh, and i hate being in deep ends of swimming pools alone. all this swimming stuff is especially strange, since for most of my life i have been heavily involved in activities which require me to be in a swimming pool.

#2. i have seen 'bring it on' so many times that i can probobly recite it line by line. the funny part is, i watch it because i like it. this is not a democracy, it's a cheerocracy.

#3. when i go to the fridge to pour myself a drink (ie: milk, water) i always leave the fridge door open. i'm sure that everyone i have ever lived with finds this habit the most annoying. both my parents, and my roommate always come along and shut the door. but hello! it takes what - ten seconds to pour a drink? it's not like all the food is going to spoil. it just takes so much more effort to re-open that dang door.

#4. i rarely rent movies that aren't new releases. i find the task of sorting through all the old movies overwhelming. if i don't see something i like on the new release shelf, i generally leave the video store. or, i'll end up renting something old that i've already seen.

#5. i get easily angered and vengeful towards poor salespeople. i generally make it my mission then to be a poor customer (sorry lyn, you're going to think i'm a bitch). for example. last week, i was buying a pair of boots at a store where i know the clerks get commission. and we're not talking cheap boots. it would have been worth the stupid boy's time to help me. 'size 9 please' i say. he basically grabbed the boots, put the box infront of me and walked away. so, i was left to myself to pull all the paper shit out of them, try them on, and carry them to the cash. the thing is, there was nobody else in the store except for some other girls that another sales clerk was helping. so, at the cash, when asked who was helping me, ("the girl or the guy") i looked into the eyes of the cashier and said, "the girl". screw you bad shoe boy. no shoe for you!

today

today, i was at rounds with a doctor who looked like madam mim from the sword in the stone. funny thing, she was kind of a witch, too.

i was also on the bus with a lady who looked like sophia from the golden girls. oooh, stay golden.

why won't you come over here

just got off the phone with my new boss, and he sounds fun like a barrel of monkeys. i'm a lucky girl, to have worked with great people in the past, and it sounds like this next year is falling together perfectly. i mean, i can't complain when they're offering to send me to atlanta for a conference - at their expense. i'm getting super stoked about this residency, even though i'll be alllllllll byyyyy myyyyy seeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllf *bridget jones style*.

today was pretty much the laziest day at work ever. the pharmacist i was working with didn't want to work, so by default, i didn't really have to work. in fact, nobody really worked today. we all had a huge coffee break, a long lunch, and then i spent the afternoon basically chatting with my preceptor. it was good. and a great start to my weekend of laziness. i plan on not doing much - maybe i'll clean my room if the spirit moves me. but who am i kidding.

oh, and i almost forgot. old people are funny. at my hospital, there are clinics for people who are in early kidney failure where they come and learn about what they should eat, what meds they should take, and lots of other things to help slow their kidneys from getting worse. anyhoo, today there was the funniest man who kept flirting with this one woman. he was too funny - and basically said all her problems were from 'boozing it up too much'. then, this other lady was asking the pharmacist a question, and was disgruntled with the answer and muttered, 'i don't need calcium, i need a good strong shot of liquor'. ooh, i'm so going to be a crazy alcoholic like these people when i get old. yessssssss.

well, it's time for me to get out of my work clothes and find something productive to do with myself. and by that, i mean friends is on tbs now so i should go watch. huzzah, a weekend of no-th-in-g.

stay golden...

i hope you all watched the indulgence that is the golden globes last night. because, i plan on commenting on several aspects of them today.

#1 - joaquin phoenix - i love you. just give me the word, and i will give up my life here in canada, and move to the states to be with you. i will bear your children, and make you very happy. keep in mind you must give me a weekly allowance for shopping, and keep the fridge stocked with cottage cheese.

#2 - virginia madsen - next year, please. leave your boobs at home. as of yesterday, they have seen enough action for a lifetime. your poor dress.

#3 - eva longHORia - wipe that face off your head, bitch.

#4 - writer dude of brokeback mountain - i love that you thanked your typewriter. you are officially my favourite person ever. please thank your hairbrush next year...oh, and perhaps use it.

#5 - the hollywood foreign press - thank you for not letting any desperate housewife win. nobody needs to see eva, terry or marcia blubber on stage. i would have conceded for felicity, but you let her win for transamercia, so that works too.

#6 - sandra oh - you are funny. you are from ottawa. you should have thanked canada in your speech, because you know that every single person in canada was yelling 'she's from canada' and pointing at their tv when you won. you know it.

#7 - zach braff - ditch mandy moore. sure, she's cute, and someone i would most likely be friends with...but you can do better. like me. she doesn't love you like i love you.

#8 - harrison ford - what happened to you? you sound half dead. do us a favour, and stay at home with calista, so our last memories of you aren't so creepy.

#9 - eric bana - uhmmm. you're hot.

#10 - scarlett johanson - uhmmm. you're useless.

so i only saw semi-cute boy a few times today, and i'm sure i looked like a complete mofo who does nothing the whole time. even though i do the seinfeld thing and carry around papers to look important, all he sees me doing is going to buy coffee and standing waiting for the elevator. i'm such a dolt. oh well, i'll be gone from the hospital in three weeks and it won't matter.

in other news, i got the results of my residency match back today, and tah-dah! next year i'll be a resident of the lovely prince george, bc community. you will find me amongst the wildlife, hugging trees, eating oatmeal, and wearing birkenstocks. i still plan on shaving my armpits however.

so, if anyone wants to come out to lovely prince george and bake me cookies, you're more than welcome. it's pretty much 10 hours from anything important, so all you'll have to entertain you is me, which is all anyone really needs. unless however, you have some strange condidtion where you need a dancing midget to live, then you'll have to bring your own dancing midget, because i don't know where to find a dancing midget in prince george. not yet, anyways.

well, i have to go do some research for my schooling right now. then, i have to watch emaciated actresses pretend to cry and be happy for their peers that win on the golden globes.

en francais

i just got home from a quick trip to montreal. gosh, i love shopping in that city. it's like a warp zone of really nice things, and people who spend too much time grooming themselves to make it look like they've gotten dressed in three minutes. as dolly parton said, 'it takes alot of money to look this cheap'. and i believe her.

anyhoo, the trip was grood. i bought some things, including a pair of shoes i've had my eye on since last year's spring break trip to victoria. finally, i saw some on sale for the best price i've seen, and i bit the bullet and bought them. now my feet are happy.

this post is quite boring. in fact, the only way it could be more boring, is if i talked about bowel movements like i was a ninety year old woman. i will spare you from that detail however, and promise a more exciting post tomorrow, where i will recap the day's events, including my new mission to stalk this semi-cute boy that i have spotted working at the hospital. i figure it's not really stalking if i've already met him, and i have actual work to do where he works...really, i do.

i need to go watch patrick dempsey shake his booty on grey's anatomy now. ciao ciao.

i hope they name it cinnamon bun...

wouldn't that be great if brangelina named their baby something extra strange? what would be even better, is if it was really funny looking. which, i imagine it will be. i mean, both of them are uber good looking on their own, but can you picture their features meshed together? c'mon, no man alive would look good with mme. jolie's kisser plastered on his face. ugh. talk about a weird family...all those poor kids are going to need some major psychotherapy.

in other news, i want to pop my ear drums with q-tips, so i never have to hear hillary duff sing 'beat of my heart' ever again. and that video! aaargh, that video. it has inspired me to write a letter to miss duff herself.

dear hillary,

i have compiled a list of things that are wrong with your video, and your face.

number one. nobody plays the drums in four inch stilettos. number two. obviously, that clear mic you're using isn't really a microphone. who are you trying to kid? number three. who did your choreography for this video? the way they taught you to sway your head back and forth like that is simply superb. you must give me their number. only truly talented people like you can nod their heads with such precision and accuracy. and how you manage to hold your head up with all that excess weight coming from your mouth takes so much courage. which, leads me to: number four. your teeth are way to big for your face. go back to whoever glued those things onto your original teeth, and break their kneecaps. they did a bad job. number five. i don't know how joel madden dates you, then wakes up every morning and tells the world with a straight face that he is punk rock. nobody that is punk-rock would date hillary duff. number six. can you do us all a favour and do a season of the surreal life already, admit your career is over, go on dancing with the stars, admit your career is really over, and then just shut the hell up?

with much love and hope you'll go away soon,

xxxx

amanda

first impressions of

i just purchased the new strokes, first impressions of earth. and my first impression is i love love love the strokes. the first track, 'you only live once' has one of the best intros to an album i've heard in awhile. it makes me want to dance dance dance.

i was at the national art gallery this afternoon as well. that's one awesome thing about living in ottawa - you can go see some cool art whenever you want. my favourite is always the contemporary art, because it's so weird. this time around, there was this huge baby head - and i mean huge. it must have been like ten feet tall. there was also a piece by andy warhol on display, which was cool. the special exhibit was a showing of the art of christopher pratt, a canadian artist. his stuff was wicked cool, and the kind of art i actually enjoy looking at.

the other thing i love about ottawa is the ability to have impromptu trips to monteal. looks like i'm off to the big m next weekend, for a fun time of shopping and not understanding french. maybe i'll go back to the biodome and visit the penguins. they're so dang cute! cute like the boy working the parking booth at the art gallery. mmmm....cute boys.

gosh dang it, i love this new album. hingston girls, go buy it! it's muchos excellente.

i know, i know

i haven't posted in years. but to my defence, i have been busy, our computer room was taken over by visiting family, and my life just plain isn't that interesting.

but that is changing - i'm still busy, but the family is now gone, and my life is getting a wee bit more exciting.

the rounds and rounds of interviews are finally finished. i ranked my choices for hospital residencies, and now i just have to wait and see. eleven short days until the verdict. i had a very promising interview with a chap from victoria yesterday, so if ottawa doesn't pan out, it sounds like the queen city part deux just might.

i just finished day two of my first internship for this semester. i'm in a hospital here in ottawa, and i think it's going to be a blast - my preceptor is fun like a barrel of monkeys, and the other pharmacist there is this little french lady who said 'hell' today and made me pee in my pants juuuust a lil' bit. i love it when prim little ladies swear at work. it gets me every time.

cool things are going to be coming along with this internship - i touched this dude's arm yesterday who was getting dialysis, and the vein felt totally cool. i've got an opportunity to shadow an anesthesiologist for a day, so that would be interesting as well. i have to do some huge presentation to diabetic patients next week all by myself, so that is going to be interesting. i hope they leave their tomatos at home and don't boo me off the stage - but i'm going to wear my old clothes just in case.

anyways, i should go and do something productive like clean my bathroom. i don't have much else to talk about right now besides myself, so my plan is to go out and get a life so i'm not so boring.

ttfn