on a day like today

so i went to the corner cd store this afternoon in search of avoiding studying, and the black crowes greatest hits cd. too bad for me, the cd wasn't in stock - but i did manage to avoid studying. and find another cd to buy. sufjan stevens: 'sufjan stevens invites you to: come on feel the illinoise'.

i'm listening to it right now. i've read about this dude for quite some time, and decided now is as good of a time as any to pick up a copy. and really, how can i go wrong when he has songs titled, 'a short reprise for mary todd, who went insane, but for very good reasons' and 'let's hear that string part again, because i don't think they heard it all the way out in bushnell'.

oh, and the fact that the boy that helped me was very cute doesn't hurt either. 'this cd is so awesome' he said. 'it's in my car right now'. oooh, of course it is...because you're too cute. and he gave me two stamps on my cd club card because, 'that cd is so great it deserves two stamps'.

i love you cute cd boy. now make sure that my black crowes cd comes in in less than 2-4 weeks please.

the perfect drug

so i'm sitting here on what is technically the last day of my degree. no more classes. no more books. and of course, that means no more teacher's dirrrty looks.

i celebrated my last day by using my discount at shopper's to buy myself some self-congradulatory lip gloss - like i need it - and am going to watch two hours of laguna beach later. i just so happen to be a sucker for high-shine lips and teenage drama.

i should be studying tonight to ensure that i actually pass my gigantor test tuesday and get my degree. however, my brain is pretty much in stoopid mode. and i've scheduled myself a haircut tomorrow, so there's another few hours down the tubes. i plan on learning through osmosis. perhaps i'll sleep on my books tonight. which wouldn't be much different from another night this week, where i half-woke up around 4:30 am to find myself with a magazine on my pillow next to me which i clearly must have grabbed from my night stand in some strange dream. (and i thought i was weird enough awake)

and just because i want to, i'm going to post some pictures from this past year to make things more fun.


















and i guess by pictures, i mean this one of my roommate. i wouldn't let him wear my sombrero until he let me draw a mexican moustache on him with a blue sharpie. i think my artistic skills speak for themselves.


















i also think that this picture, the second in the series, speaks for itself. alcohol + blue sharpie + mexican moustache + doing a handstand in the door to your roomie's bedroom = her taking a picture of you looking like a mofo.


















this one is from montreal last summer. i miss montreal. i've been lucky living in ottawa, which is basically one heck of a short train ride away (or, if you stand at the front of the train and move your arms back and forth really fast, a really quick run). i've been to montreal twice this year, and am becoming more familiar with the city. in other words, i have several favourite shoe stores, and can pretty much navagate my way around the underground mall blindfolded.























and not only do i miss montreal, but i miss ottawa. it's become home these past few years, and i'm going to miss it this summer. i'm even going to miss the weird french guy on my frisbee team who pretty much looks exactly like the lead singer of the darkness.

but, now that it's officially almost over, i can finally look forward to a summer full of new fun memories.

i'll take the midnight train, going anywhere

i think i'm feeling rather nostalgic and depressed right now, due to the fact that i'm sitting alone and listening to journey.

what the heck? i'm such a loser. who listens to journey?!

apparently, i do.

and for other oppressed, melodromatic suburbanites everywhere, there is good news. the smashing pumpkins are reunited. for what is sure to be another great album to get all emo over. huzzah.

and yes, i know the sp's aren't technically 'emo'. but i felt like using the word, so what-ev-errrrrrr.

*errrrr your face*

in other news, i officially hate hate hate the volkswagen dealership in town. i officially want to buy a volkswagen, but it sure as heck isn't going to be from there. so, eff them very much.

and as a side note to the men who work in the showroom: yes, girls do buy cars. soooo, when one is in your showroom, and there is nothing else to do, it IS okay to walk up to one and give her a hand with things. having a girl approach you, ask if you're busy, and you saying "well...i can help you between customers..." is not the way to do business asshole. (oh, and if you think i'm going to use that business card you gave me to do anything other than wipe my butt with it you are extremely mistaken)

apparently i'm not quite over this yet. and maybe a little too bitter for my own good.

maybe i should be listening to something more uplifting. like a little zz top. done and done.

chemical bedroom

trying to study. mostly, just watching american idol and house, and listening to the sam roberts cd. yeah, it finally showed up, a week later. but was it worth waiting for? uhhh, autographed copy...awwww yeah.

i don't have much to say, really. today was full of assholes at work, and i subsequently pretty much wanted to punch everyone i saw from 9:15 on. yeah, that's right, i start work at 9. stupid buttholes. stupid asshole butthole. *ha*

okay, i need to go read things now to enrich my mind. and eliminate the thought that in a mere 12 hours i'll have to live through that shit again. frigging anal asshole buttholes!

yes, i am wondering how many times i can use a bum insult in one sentence. it looks like 3 tonight.

i'm building a beautiful statue

so i was just sitting around last night, minding my business, watching the greatest show on earth, when this dude popped up.

when they showed him on screen, my brain kind of froze...did a 'say whaaaaaat'?! double take, and then kicked into high gear. oh, the sad day has come where once cheesy reality shows have become a platform for struggling artists to do shameless self promotion. yeah. like camryn manheim likes american idol. oh wait. she most likely does...cause ai is awesome. however, i am hardpressed to believe that a former monkey would even know who ryan seacrest is - even if he was dressed in a bright pink leotard and spanking him on the bottom. (it could happen. in fact, i propose a scientific experiment where davy jones is forced to pick ryan seacrest - dressed in said leotard and spanking davy - out of a line up of other men...just to prove my point)

in other news, i have finally begun to think about the process of moving in six weeks. and by starting to think about it, i really mean i have finally realized that i have to start thinking about it. if that makes any sense. i'm still holding out for someone to invent a button where i can push it and be magically transported to my new destination. oh wait! someone did invent that. i guess what i really need is for someone to invent a button that turns tv into reality, where i can transport into star trek, and then use their teleporter. it all seems so simple on paper.

not too much else to say, other than i left work for an hour today to buy sam roberts tickets. yeah, because i love sam roberts. however unrequited my love for him is, i will not give up hope that perhaps one day i will run into him in a bar, serve him up a giant roofie, take him as my prisoner of love, and make him sing 'the canadian dream' for me over...and over...and over...and over...and over...

muhhwwwaaaa.

silly pilly

so i went to metric on friday night with the old 3fb (3rd floor, bitches!) crew. oh, do i never not miss being a stupid rezzie. that was like a year long venereal disease that would just not go away. but i do love the friends that i have from rez which are still fooled into thinking i'm cool enough to hang out with. most likely they just drink too much to not notice how much of a loser i really am. so, the joke is on them! suckas.

but the show was fun. wait. let's rephrase that to: sweaty, hot, with really long lines for the bar. i spent most of my time peeing in the bathroom and complaining to random people about the lack of paper towels and the large mountain of trash in the corner. that was until i discovered the sneaky upstairs bathroom, which was nice and cool compared to the sweatbox that was the balcony.

turns out this girl knew about the upstairs bathroom as well. and made the best 'pee face' ever when asked to pose showing us her 'pee face'.


















shortly after, half melted, and more than half stoopid, we left that scene for the hose. also known as the most dangerous bar in the world. three floors high, the only thing separating one from the front door and the dance floor is about five hundred and forty seven stairs. what's that? yes! building a bar with five hundred and forty seven stairs is the smartest idea ever.

i think they have one person come in early, dial 9-1, and wait around for the first casualty of the night. however, me and my posse seemed to evade death yet once again, and got our boogie on.

while taking a break from getting our boogie on, this dude showed us his new prescription glasses. his eyesight has improved since his last checkup, so i think he said something about actually decreasing the strength of his lenses. i asked him where he got the frames, but he wouldn't tell. i think he wants to be unique.



















and not only does the hose have alot of stairs. they also get frequented by gangs. this girl is some gang leader from the west side apparently. it's actually a gang of mad scientists, evident by her backup crime fighting crew, with mad-scientist hair and mad-scientist glasses. i think she's mad because if she had challenged us to a dance off, we would have won. you know, you can never be too prepared for a dance off. so i had been practicing for like three nights straight, and i think she could tell.



















friday was fun. saturday was useless. and come to think of it, so was sunday. mostly because i'm a lazy bum, and i like watching laguna beach way too much.

lars hammond anyone?

well, if this isn't life imitating art, i'm not too sure what that phrase really means.

i'm going to metric tonight.

i'm excited, but right now my tummy is full of chocolate. so i'm more sleepy.

i long for the good old days. and a vodka special.

filterlicious

so i'm happy my mouth puts a filter on what my brain thinks. yesterday, someone bought a pregnancy test from me, and i almost yelled as she walked away, 'good luck!'.

that would have been awesome. and yet not so awesome.

at the same time.

damn your moodswings

monday monday monday.

work was long. my evenings are short. but isn't that always the way.

last night, i pre ordered the new sam roberts cd, and snuck in just in time to get an autographed copy. burn on everyone else not getting one. i already have an autographed sam roberts cd too...so now i'm like double mint gum - double the fun.

last night i also watched derailed. jennifer aniston is a whore, and clive owen is pure sex on legs. actually, i'm sure jennifer really isn't a whore. i'm just jealous she's dating vince vaughn. but i'm sure they're not happy. at least that's what i tell myself so i can fall asleep at night.

now to watch the apprentice. then, maybe some studying. and maybe some not studying.