So i dont know if youve noticed [and if not, yer an asshole] but ive been trying to manage my weight lately. I dont say "lose weight" cuz then id have a billion people say "ooooh. you have an eating disorder" or "you dont need to lose weight". well poo. Anyways, so im trying to eat better and more regular and like, not gorge out on fried chicken anymore.
Well, shit. Im starting to wonder if i always ate as much as i do now...or if i just ate less regularily and ate more at each sitting. Like last year, i wouldnt eat breakky...but then would be starved at lunch and eat lots....then eat again around 4-ish...and then again after 9pm. And tons of coffee the whole time.
Now i try to eat something at around 1100 am, then something again around 200, then again at 530-600ish, and again at 800. Usually the thingys at 11 and 2 are diet shakes and soup, and the 800 is usually a granola bar. So is this better for me? Am i actually losing weight or eating more? And then there are the pot or PMS or liquor induced binges....
Anyways. I think i need to try exercising. Fuck im serious. And if there is anything, i repeat ANYTHING, that people should know about me its that i dont exercise. Maybe if i find something fun [like the dancing. i liked the dancing.] i would do that.
So whats the story on the healthy livin? Well, Im not having the kahlua mudslides anymore [see: diahhrea, extreme daily case of] and i dont nearly get so bloaty. And i dont feel gross when im nekkid. Basically, I remember how i felt in my body 2 years ago...and i want that back. So far so good with the healthy livin.
Ok. Im done.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
Breakin up is hard to do...then it really gets bad
Meeting up with the ex again. Never a good time, especially when you are specifically trying to avoid him. Friday night we made the decision [ read as: I said straight out I wasn’t going there..] to go to Lucky instead of the Mercury becuz I heard that Marco was spinning there. And instead, within walking in the front door of the Lucky [as noted by the tell tale Hall and Oates playing] I knew I chose the wrong bar. Sure enough, there he was. In total Marco glory. The boy that pushed me away…so far away I ended up in Central America.
Of course, it begins with the obligatory “I don’t see you, you don’t see me”…until it becomes almost painful for both parties and someone has to pick an approach. He kept spinning and I switched seats so I wouldn’t have to face him. I even sent other people to get drinks. However, when his shift was done, he came down and said it was nice to see me. I have word from the posse that once he went back up, he kept staring at me, too.
Now there are two camps when it comes to running into your ex: 1. Be an ass; and, 2. Be civil. I usually follow #1 to the letter… to the point of throwing shit and causing big scenes. However, with M, I have followed the latter. Im not sure why. Maybe im maturing [unlikely] maybe cuz I think there is a chance of getting back together [even less likely], or maybe I just really have no reason to be pissy with him. Honestly, when we broke up [see earlier posts for evidence] I wasn’t that big on him and wasn’t that sure that I wanted it to work out.
So whats it like follow the “bigger person” route? It sucks. Absolutely. Its way way more painful than the asshole route and not nearly as fun. And to make it worse, drunky drunkerson here called him when she was walking home. And ever worser [is that a word?], it was like we never split up. Like it was the next day after we broke up… that I never went to Belize… that I hadnt slept with a few guys and made out with even more. Totally shit. I hate running into exes. Maybe that’s why I really get into long distance relationships—I know that when they end [at usually the 2-3 month stage] I wont have to worry about casually running into them and having to specifically avoid where they may be.
Fuck. I thought it was hard dating people, splitting up is even worse.
Of course, it begins with the obligatory “I don’t see you, you don’t see me”…until it becomes almost painful for both parties and someone has to pick an approach. He kept spinning and I switched seats so I wouldn’t have to face him. I even sent other people to get drinks. However, when his shift was done, he came down and said it was nice to see me. I have word from the posse that once he went back up, he kept staring at me, too.
Now there are two camps when it comes to running into your ex: 1. Be an ass; and, 2. Be civil. I usually follow #1 to the letter… to the point of throwing shit and causing big scenes. However, with M, I have followed the latter. Im not sure why. Maybe im maturing [unlikely] maybe cuz I think there is a chance of getting back together [even less likely], or maybe I just really have no reason to be pissy with him. Honestly, when we broke up [see earlier posts for evidence] I wasn’t that big on him and wasn’t that sure that I wanted it to work out.
So whats it like follow the “bigger person” route? It sucks. Absolutely. Its way way more painful than the asshole route and not nearly as fun. And to make it worse, drunky drunkerson here called him when she was walking home. And ever worser [is that a word?], it was like we never split up. Like it was the next day after we broke up… that I never went to Belize… that I hadnt slept with a few guys and made out with even more. Totally shit. I hate running into exes. Maybe that’s why I really get into long distance relationships—I know that when they end [at usually the 2-3 month stage] I wont have to worry about casually running into them and having to specifically avoid where they may be.
Fuck. I thought it was hard dating people, splitting up is even worse.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Another interesting evening with yours truly...
Last night...red bulls and double vodka. And boys. Silly me and boys. After making out with a really rich short guy who always makes me laugh, but for some reason can never remember my name... i decided to continue my evening by almost being a homewrecker.
Nic's friend from out of town was partying with us...and yeah, my first thought was "hes a cutie". Then we started chatting and realised that he went thru all the same shit i did last year. He failed the bar course and had to redo everything. And he went to belize last year. And he lives in Vancouver and loves all the same bars that i did [naturally...see: Vancouver, Obsession of Boys from].So we chatted as everyone got increasingly drunker... then i started flirting with RSG... then went outside with RSG and we made out.
After making out with RSG, we went back to Nic's bf's house and started drinking beers and watching infomercials. It was weird cuz at first i was just talking to RSG, then i started chatting with Van again. Then i sat on the arm of his chair...then he put his arm around me.... After flirting some more, I decided to suggest that we leave and go back to mine. He said ok. Im being vague, but it was pretty obvious that he was totally into me.
He went to the bathroom, and i decided that i better approach Nic with this. She had earlier in the evening made a comment that he was off limit cuz he lives with his girlfriend. So, I told her i was leaving...and i wasnt going home alone. She said "no way. im not comfortable with this". So, i really had no choice but do nothing. Except i tried again. Her bf was funny cuz he was all "what happens in calgary, stays in calgary..." She was upset, not mad, but upset... and i went home alone.
When i woke up today with a killer hangover [at 200] i also had killer guilt. Not becuz i ditched RSG, not that i almost was a homewrecker, but that i may had pissed off Nic. I was almost sick over it. Im not in the best of supply of friends lately and really dont need to lose someone im close with over a boy. I called her, and she was fine. She was almost apologetic about it and made a big deal saying that he really really really wanted to come over and couldnt believe how well we hit it off. She actually said we had an 'instant connection', which makes me happy [ better that than thinking im a harsh whore].
After me being such a 'guy' last week with the piece on thursday [crap. even writing that was harsh.] i wonder whats wrong with me. Im going to get in trouble, with all this struttin around... trouble in that i may find myself without friends and with a really big magic number. Another interesting night to be blogged.
Nic's friend from out of town was partying with us...and yeah, my first thought was "hes a cutie". Then we started chatting and realised that he went thru all the same shit i did last year. He failed the bar course and had to redo everything. And he went to belize last year. And he lives in Vancouver and loves all the same bars that i did [naturally...see: Vancouver, Obsession of Boys from].So we chatted as everyone got increasingly drunker... then i started flirting with RSG... then went outside with RSG and we made out.
After making out with RSG, we went back to Nic's bf's house and started drinking beers and watching infomercials. It was weird cuz at first i was just talking to RSG, then i started chatting with Van again. Then i sat on the arm of his chair...then he put his arm around me.... After flirting some more, I decided to suggest that we leave and go back to mine. He said ok. Im being vague, but it was pretty obvious that he was totally into me.
He went to the bathroom, and i decided that i better approach Nic with this. She had earlier in the evening made a comment that he was off limit cuz he lives with his girlfriend. So, I told her i was leaving...and i wasnt going home alone. She said "no way. im not comfortable with this". So, i really had no choice but do nothing. Except i tried again. Her bf was funny cuz he was all "what happens in calgary, stays in calgary..." She was upset, not mad, but upset... and i went home alone.
When i woke up today with a killer hangover [at 200] i also had killer guilt. Not becuz i ditched RSG, not that i almost was a homewrecker, but that i may had pissed off Nic. I was almost sick over it. Im not in the best of supply of friends lately and really dont need to lose someone im close with over a boy. I called her, and she was fine. She was almost apologetic about it and made a big deal saying that he really really really wanted to come over and couldnt believe how well we hit it off. She actually said we had an 'instant connection', which makes me happy [ better that than thinking im a harsh whore].
After me being such a 'guy' last week with the piece on thursday [crap. even writing that was harsh.] i wonder whats wrong with me. Im going to get in trouble, with all this struttin around... trouble in that i may find myself without friends and with a really big magic number. Another interesting night to be blogged.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Part II: And then there was Funk....
Place: Decidedly Jazz Danceworks
Time: 600- 730
Price: 17 [ plus 3 for membership]
People: "Bonita Applebum" [Rose], "Lil J" [Joy] and "Juicy A" [das me]
Music: Funktastic
The class was bigger, bouncier, and more "street". Sadly, there were more 'dancy' people there, ya know what i mean, right?. This one chick kept asking "where do i place my arms?" and "is this a half or quarter turn?". Fug i hate those types. But the good thing was that the answers were always "Well, whatever you feel like".
Whereas the FH seemed like a video shoot for J Lo or Puff Daddy, this was more likely what i could see myself trying at a club. The moves we were taught could be taken out of the context of the routines..which was good. And the instructor was pretty good. She was a funky chick.
I felt I learned more and [better] at the the other place...but then its hard to actually compare them cuz one was hip hop and, unbeknownst to us, this was funk night. However, like yesterday, i might not be the best dancer, but i prolly had the most fun in the dancing.
Time: 600- 730
Price: 17 [ plus 3 for membership]
People: "Bonita Applebum" [Rose], "Lil J" [Joy] and "Juicy A" [das me]
Music: Funktastic
The class was bigger, bouncier, and more "street". Sadly, there were more 'dancy' people there, ya know what i mean, right?. This one chick kept asking "where do i place my arms?" and "is this a half or quarter turn?". Fug i hate those types. But the good thing was that the answers were always "Well, whatever you feel like".
Whereas the FH seemed like a video shoot for J Lo or Puff Daddy, this was more likely what i could see myself trying at a club. The moves we were taught could be taken out of the context of the routines..which was good. And the instructor was pretty good. She was a funky chick.
I felt I learned more and [better] at the the other place...but then its hard to actually compare them cuz one was hip hop and, unbeknownst to us, this was funk night. However, like yesterday, i might not be the best dancer, but i prolly had the most fun in the dancing.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Hippity Hip Hop: Part I [aka, Am I a B-girl now?]
The Place: Freehouse Dance
Time: 830-930
The Cost: 16.00
The Person: Juicy A
The Music: Hip Hop Hooray
It was clear that everyone there was there to have fun or maybe just learn how to get a little more funky on tha floor. No one was a super star or a diva. There were all sorts of people there...a guy with the same left/right foot problem as yours truly...an older asian lady who [DAMN!] had rhythm...a really flexible girl who practically fell into the splits when she stretched...and a unco-ordinated white girl who really doesnt like hip hop music [thats me].
The instructor was great, she told me to "Fake it til you can Make it" and laughed when i kinda bounced when i didnt know what to do. She even did a little commercial for 2 hip hop events [!?! Shows? huh?] which are coming to Calgary. I thought that was pretty cool, if you really wanted to see this stuff in the flesh.
The dancing started with a little groovy step jump type thing [dont ya love my technical language?] and if you ever find yourself in a hip hop dance class, especially one that is in week 5 of 8, try not to be put at the front of the line to go first. Cuz i was and it was quite clear that i had noooo idea what i was doing. I was told that i was doing pretty good for someone who had never danced before in that class [lets not tell them that even if i had been there since the beginning, i woulda been equally as bad] I figured that it was more important to just land the poses and walk in the same direction as everyone else instead of, oh i dont know, learning the steps to the beat. But i know i picked up a majority of the steps of all the dances pretty quickly and i actually wasnt the worst there.
I even learned how to "Pop and Lock" [a dance called "the Scooby Doo"]apparently created by some dude in California named Campbell. It was kinda easy when ya did it slow, but looked goofy...It really looked cool when it was sped up, but it was damned ass hard once that music started.
So, what did i think? It was $16.00 for the hour, and i had a lot of fun. Id recommend taking the whole class [as opposed to a drop in] if you actually plan to try this at the clubs any time soon...i think id look pretty funny if uncoordinated white girl started poppin and lockin at the Cherry Lounge. But id nail those poses.
Time: 830-930
The Cost: 16.00
The Person: Juicy A
The Music: Hip Hop Hooray
It was clear that everyone there was there to have fun or maybe just learn how to get a little more funky on tha floor. No one was a super star or a diva. There were all sorts of people there...a guy with the same left/right foot problem as yours truly...an older asian lady who [DAMN!] had rhythm...a really flexible girl who practically fell into the splits when she stretched...and a unco-ordinated white girl who really doesnt like hip hop music [thats me].
The instructor was great, she told me to "Fake it til you can Make it" and laughed when i kinda bounced when i didnt know what to do. She even did a little commercial for 2 hip hop events [!?! Shows? huh?] which are coming to Calgary. I thought that was pretty cool, if you really wanted to see this stuff in the flesh.
The dancing started with a little groovy step jump type thing [dont ya love my technical language?] and if you ever find yourself in a hip hop dance class, especially one that is in week 5 of 8, try not to be put at the front of the line to go first. Cuz i was and it was quite clear that i had noooo idea what i was doing. I was told that i was doing pretty good for someone who had never danced before in that class [lets not tell them that even if i had been there since the beginning, i woulda been equally as bad] I figured that it was more important to just land the poses and walk in the same direction as everyone else instead of, oh i dont know, learning the steps to the beat. But i know i picked up a majority of the steps of all the dances pretty quickly and i actually wasnt the worst there.
I even learned how to "Pop and Lock" [a dance called "the Scooby Doo"]apparently created by some dude in California named Campbell. It was kinda easy when ya did it slow, but looked goofy...It really looked cool when it was sped up, but it was damned ass hard once that music started.
So, what did i think? It was $16.00 for the hour, and i had a lot of fun. Id recommend taking the whole class [as opposed to a drop in] if you actually plan to try this at the clubs any time soon...i think id look pretty funny if uncoordinated white girl started poppin and lockin at the Cherry Lounge. But id nail those poses.
The Problem with Multiples..
Just got back from E town seeing the fam. Wasnt that exciting, told everyone about the old fail o rama, bull shitted about looking for employment, and ate a lot.
Also had an interesting Saturday night. Me, the sis, her hubby, and some of their friends went to the Spruce Grove bar the "whiskey". It was the scene of a lot of my debauchery when i was 18 [it was called "Taps" then]. Apparently its still the spot for sinners in the Grove. We all ended up getting super drunk [i was feeding the girls Sour Jacks] and then some weird stuff started happening. Two of the couples started acting odd... they basically had "swapped" and were flirting with the other's half. As the drinks continued, the truth came out to yours truly.
A few months ago there had likewise been a lot of drinking and flirting at the whiskey. And the 2 couples [one being married, the other currently building a house together] had a little menage a quatre. Yeah, they swapped. And tonight, 2 of the people wanted it again, and the other 2 did not. KaBooM!!! Drama began. Crying, hurt feelings...yeah, full out Melrose Place/OC/ whatever other fucking drama show is on, i dunno. One chick ran off, the other guy was all pissy, the other 2 were sitting there trying to calm everyone down. I just sat there...and thought "this is exactly why some people shouldnt do this shit".
I mean. Ok. Im no phreaking angel. I may or may not [or may] have had an orgy in my past. But if there is one thing i have always thought, its that if there is a multiple of more than 2 people...then there should NOT be couples. Why? Cuz there will always be hurt feelings. Always. As soon as someone is there to possibly steal some thunder, they probably will...or someone will think they are trying.
Now the unmarried couples are on the rocks, the married couple are all nervous about it, and i really wonder if the 2 couples will stay friends. When will vanilla people learn that if they cant learn the rules of playing spicy, they shouldnt even try.
Also had an interesting Saturday night. Me, the sis, her hubby, and some of their friends went to the Spruce Grove bar the "whiskey". It was the scene of a lot of my debauchery when i was 18 [it was called "Taps" then]. Apparently its still the spot for sinners in the Grove. We all ended up getting super drunk [i was feeding the girls Sour Jacks] and then some weird stuff started happening. Two of the couples started acting odd... they basically had "swapped" and were flirting with the other's half. As the drinks continued, the truth came out to yours truly.
A few months ago there had likewise been a lot of drinking and flirting at the whiskey. And the 2 couples [one being married, the other currently building a house together] had a little menage a quatre. Yeah, they swapped. And tonight, 2 of the people wanted it again, and the other 2 did not. KaBooM!!! Drama began. Crying, hurt feelings...yeah, full out Melrose Place/OC/ whatever other fucking drama show is on, i dunno. One chick ran off, the other guy was all pissy, the other 2 were sitting there trying to calm everyone down. I just sat there...and thought "this is exactly why some people shouldnt do this shit".
I mean. Ok. Im no phreaking angel. I may or may not [or may] have had an orgy in my past. But if there is one thing i have always thought, its that if there is a multiple of more than 2 people...then there should NOT be couples. Why? Cuz there will always be hurt feelings. Always. As soon as someone is there to possibly steal some thunder, they probably will...or someone will think they are trying.
Now the unmarried couples are on the rocks, the married couple are all nervous about it, and i really wonder if the 2 couples will stay friends. When will vanilla people learn that if they cant learn the rules of playing spicy, they shouldnt even try.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Well Meaning Sex
yup. increased the number last night. more magical than before. No. Im not telling you who...but it was someone that ive been meaning to have sex with for a while. [hence the title]
I gotta admit, i wasnt very good last night. I was super super drunk. It was T mac's barcall and all the posse was out and in full force. As per usual, i was stupid and had champagne and red wine. But it was good red wine and Dom Perignon. I was a total suck and told him that i really liked him...and that i was sad that we had never hooked up before. Im such a dork, cuz I totally played him. That boy never knew what hit him. Hurricane Lola knocked him on his ass and did her business.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself. And then...it happened. I ran into Marco. And we talked. And he touched my arm. And i melted. Now im totally down and the wind has been knocked out of Hurricane Lola's sails. I never realised how much i missed that little dork until i saw him. So much so that ive went from thinking i was a sex goddess to wanting to lay on my couch and cry.
I gotta admit, i wasnt very good last night. I was super super drunk. It was T mac's barcall and all the posse was out and in full force. As per usual, i was stupid and had champagne and red wine. But it was good red wine and Dom Perignon. I was a total suck and told him that i really liked him...and that i was sad that we had never hooked up before. Im such a dork, cuz I totally played him. That boy never knew what hit him. Hurricane Lola knocked him on his ass and did her business.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself. And then...it happened. I ran into Marco. And we talked. And he touched my arm. And i melted. Now im totally down and the wind has been knocked out of Hurricane Lola's sails. I never realised how much i missed that little dork until i saw him. So much so that ive went from thinking i was a sex goddess to wanting to lay on my couch and cry.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
The Bachelorette: X Rated
Had a date on Monday. It was usual date fare: I ate sushi, talked a lot, got wasted, and then had a heavy make out session. I think Id consider a date a failure if we didnt...which is prolly why i shoulda run from Marco at the outset. [ We didnt kiss for about 5 dates...sex took 3 weeks!!!]
Basically, it made me realise that im prolly ready to serial date again. You know, when I date 3 or 4 guys at once and eventually pick one [and, might i add, usually the wrong one].
Last night i had a foray into the sordid world of reality TV, I watched the Bachelor...and thought, hey! this might be a good idea. Of course, I couldnt handle a bunch of dapper dudes in tuxedos, I rather would hand pick my suitors [ suitors..like im friggin Scarlett O Hara here]:
1. Dave Mirra [duh]
2. Zak Braff
3. Scott Weiland
4. Jimmy Fallon
5-11. Johnny Knoxville, Chris Pontius, Dave England, Ehren McGheney, Steve-O, hell, even Jason Acuna... all of Jackass fame.
12. Both the guys from Y Tu Mama Tambien. Mmmmm. Mexican.
14. Don McKellar [yummy]
15. Ewen McGregor
16. Ian. Yeah, I know I know. But i think he'd have a lot of fun in this house.
17. The guys from Sum 41. Piss off Avril Lavigne, I want a shot at Dizzy D,too. Although i think Steve 32 would be the one id pick...maybe the whole looking like Ian thing...
Wow. I still have soo many left. Not that it matters. I think Id pick number 1 on the list. And just have a lot of fun with the other 29. Actually, I think this show wouldnt make it on the networks. Too much nudity, drinking, and drug taking. It would be like a big orgy 24-7. Hmmm. Maybe i should suggest this to the playboy channel.
Whats funny is that i never thought i had crushes on celebrities...except Miracle Boy, of course. And i filled up the list pretty darn quickly. Wow. Im a hornball.
Basically, it made me realise that im prolly ready to serial date again. You know, when I date 3 or 4 guys at once and eventually pick one [and, might i add, usually the wrong one].
Last night i had a foray into the sordid world of reality TV, I watched the Bachelor...and thought, hey! this might be a good idea. Of course, I couldnt handle a bunch of dapper dudes in tuxedos, I rather would hand pick my suitors [ suitors..like im friggin Scarlett O Hara here]:
1. Dave Mirra [duh]
2. Zak Braff
3. Scott Weiland
4. Jimmy Fallon
5-11. Johnny Knoxville, Chris Pontius, Dave England, Ehren McGheney, Steve-O, hell, even Jason Acuna... all of Jackass fame.
12. Both the guys from Y Tu Mama Tambien. Mmmmm. Mexican.
14. Don McKellar [yummy]
15. Ewen McGregor
16. Ian. Yeah, I know I know. But i think he'd have a lot of fun in this house.
17. The guys from Sum 41. Piss off Avril Lavigne, I want a shot at Dizzy D,too. Although i think Steve 32 would be the one id pick...maybe the whole looking like Ian thing...
Wow. I still have soo many left. Not that it matters. I think Id pick number 1 on the list. And just have a lot of fun with the other 29. Actually, I think this show wouldnt make it on the networks. Too much nudity, drinking, and drug taking. It would be like a big orgy 24-7. Hmmm. Maybe i should suggest this to the playboy channel.
Whats funny is that i never thought i had crushes on celebrities...except Miracle Boy, of course. And i filled up the list pretty darn quickly. Wow. Im a hornball.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Its Magic.
A convo on Friday night with Ms. B Rabbit made me think about my magic number. She was bored one day and decided to make a list to see if she could rememeber everyone on her list and determine her magic number.
So, whats a magic number? Ha ha. Umm. Its the number of people you've slept with. Not really that magical. Me and Lu useda call it the "whore number"...and decided that after 10 you were immediately a whore. I made short work of getting to 10 in law school and my sister gave me her additional 9 [ her hubby being the 1st and only on her list]. Blew through that, too. At that time i changed it to being the "magic number" and decided that it was like Dungeons and Dragons [and no, ive never actually played D & D and all i know about it is from TV] and the higher your magic number, the more powerful you are. From more of a bad thing that you say quietly and to only the best friends, to something that you say like your age or height. Its just a number...but with magic.
Im getting pretty powerful. No. Im not telling you the number.
But i did take a few moments to jot down the names [or alias' of these guys... such as "Brad of Australia" and "California".] for my own reference. No. Im not telling you their names. Can you imagine if someone Google-d themselves or their boyfriend/son/brother and saw them on there?
So whats the point of this post? I dont really know, do i need a point? I dont think so. I think its maybe cuz the fact that i look at my promiscuity as a positive attribute, rather than something to be scorned, that i can keep on truckin, as it is. I wont be gettin to a nunnery any time soon. Not with so much magic in me and with so much more magic to come.
So, whats a magic number? Ha ha. Umm. Its the number of people you've slept with. Not really that magical. Me and Lu useda call it the "whore number"...and decided that after 10 you were immediately a whore. I made short work of getting to 10 in law school and my sister gave me her additional 9 [ her hubby being the 1st and only on her list]. Blew through that, too. At that time i changed it to being the "magic number" and decided that it was like Dungeons and Dragons [and no, ive never actually played D & D and all i know about it is from TV] and the higher your magic number, the more powerful you are. From more of a bad thing that you say quietly and to only the best friends, to something that you say like your age or height. Its just a number...but with magic.
Im getting pretty powerful. No. Im not telling you the number.
But i did take a few moments to jot down the names [or alias' of these guys... such as "Brad of Australia" and "California".] for my own reference. No. Im not telling you their names. Can you imagine if someone Google-d themselves or their boyfriend/son/brother and saw them on there?
So whats the point of this post? I dont really know, do i need a point? I dont think so. I think its maybe cuz the fact that i look at my promiscuity as a positive attribute, rather than something to be scorned, that i can keep on truckin, as it is. I wont be gettin to a nunnery any time soon. Not with so much magic in me and with so much more magic to come.
Friday, October 01, 2004
All Hail Princess Hangover
As you may have guessed, I got a little wasted last night. On red wine, which never makes me feel that shit hot the next day. It was the return of Miss M last night from Toronto, so we had a lot of hijinks to get out of our system. Beyond the regular stupidity we had M calling random people pretending to be an angry "Chinese" [her already bad accent actually got worse as time went on] delivery man with a pizza with escargots and squid on it who couldnt get into their apartment building. I was sending drunken emails [ Kester loved his and already responded]. N was worried that her honeybaby was mad at her.
The we went out and proceeded to insult a guy with a prosthetic leg, drink some shooters, and lose some important documents. Always a party.
When i came home I went online and was attempting to blog the messages that people were leaving on the Lavalife phone chat line. Apparently i decided to not post it or save it. Cause its gone. Damn. They were really funny too. Something about one dude wanting to be fucked with a strap on. Another east Indian guy wanted to train submissives, if only they have large tits. Pregnant women could also apply. Another couple was shopping for a 3rd for a 3 way. Some dude said hed only fuck women...he had his pride.
This morning my phone wouldnt stop ringing...i totally forgot M had used my phone for some of the chinese food calls. I guess not everyone thought it was funny. As the 3 of us were totally hung, it only made sense for them to blow off work and for us to go for greasy food. And, as the 3 of us were totally hung, we followed this up with going for Caesars. At Kelsey's in Westhills. Thus began the very famous plan...
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The Very Famous Plan
1. Get a map and select a random location by closing your eyes and just pointing.
2. In that general area chosen, pick a licensed eating place. ie. Kelseys, Smittys, Moxies... The cheesier the more family oriented the better.
3. Get really really really wasted there. Body shots. Shooters. The more ridiculous the signature drink the better.
4. Take over the place. ie. At Kelseys they had a plastic horse that we were sure we'd be straddling "like a naked british dude". And be wearing green beads and the bucket as a helmet. Basically, act like we were at Fido's in San Pedro again.
5. Try to get all the yuppies/retirees/bored housewives etc. involved in the debauchery.
6. Stay until closing [likely 10pm]
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Oh, and naturally wed be in evening gowns. Why? Cuz i like evening gowns.
With that we all went our separate ways with plans of possibly meeting up on Sunday to cement the VFP. I think we thought of a name. I just cant remember it.
Now im just going to think up ways that i can convince the Ferret Society that id make a good Mom. Yeah, thats a whole other story. Im just too hung to type it. Gotta go sit on her highness' throne of Hangoverland.
The we went out and proceeded to insult a guy with a prosthetic leg, drink some shooters, and lose some important documents. Always a party.
When i came home I went online and was attempting to blog the messages that people were leaving on the Lavalife phone chat line. Apparently i decided to not post it or save it. Cause its gone. Damn. They were really funny too. Something about one dude wanting to be fucked with a strap on. Another east Indian guy wanted to train submissives, if only they have large tits. Pregnant women could also apply. Another couple was shopping for a 3rd for a 3 way. Some dude said hed only fuck women...he had his pride.
This morning my phone wouldnt stop ringing...i totally forgot M had used my phone for some of the chinese food calls. I guess not everyone thought it was funny. As the 3 of us were totally hung, it only made sense for them to blow off work and for us to go for greasy food. And, as the 3 of us were totally hung, we followed this up with going for Caesars. At Kelsey's in Westhills. Thus began the very famous plan...
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The Very Famous Plan
1. Get a map and select a random location by closing your eyes and just pointing.
2. In that general area chosen, pick a licensed eating place. ie. Kelseys, Smittys, Moxies... The cheesier the more family oriented the better.
3. Get really really really wasted there. Body shots. Shooters. The more ridiculous the signature drink the better.
4. Take over the place. ie. At Kelseys they had a plastic horse that we were sure we'd be straddling "like a naked british dude". And be wearing green beads and the bucket as a helmet. Basically, act like we were at Fido's in San Pedro again.
5. Try to get all the yuppies/retirees/bored housewives etc. involved in the debauchery.
6. Stay until closing [likely 10pm]
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Oh, and naturally wed be in evening gowns. Why? Cuz i like evening gowns.
With that we all went our separate ways with plans of possibly meeting up on Sunday to cement the VFP. I think we thought of a name. I just cant remember it.
Now im just going to think up ways that i can convince the Ferret Society that id make a good Mom. Yeah, thats a whole other story. Im just too hung to type it. Gotta go sit on her highness' throne of Hangoverland.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Lava- o - Rama
Always an optimist [ha!] when it comes to love [double ha!] I have had many unsavory experiences with internet dating.
Why internet dating? Erm, I guess its a mix between a) I drink too heavily in social settings so no one would actually talk to me/pick me up there and b) Im a geek.
So ive been doing the lavalife for about 6 months off and on [depending on my status] and havent been overly excited. And yes i meet the guys.
Back in Saskatoon i "dated" a guy named Jay for a few months that i met on a website. Sigh. He was the first short guy...I think he sorta set the precedent. When i met him the first time, I looked at him thru the peep hole of my apartment and thought Shit! He looks NOTHING like his picture! [As in, he looked taller than 5 ft tall in his pic]. But...after the PS2 playing [he started that] and the building of BedLand! [started my love of forts] and all the slurpees [ditto] I really started to like him. Which was weird. Cuz for all the fun he had, I never met his friends, heard his last name, or even had his home phone number. Yeah, I figured he had a girlfriend. Shit. I should post all about Jay some time... we had lots of fun and a lot of stories arose out of him.
I digress. So, attempt one...and he had a girlfriend. Boo. Attempt 2 was last May. Almost immediately i met Graham. He looked cute, seemed to have a lot of fun, and his profile said he was 5ft 10. Yet...it also said that he lived 2 hrs away. Well, we met when he came to town and, yeah, I really dug him. Too cute. And he brought me a present-- we had an email convo about "Noodle Time" Noodles and that they had the website for the noodles, including the place where the wash their hands, on the website-- so he brought me some noodles. The out of town thing maybe wouldnt had been so bad except that i started with Keith and Marco around the same time. I still wanna email him... but wont.
So i guess its been pretty bittersweet when it comes the internet dating-- but its the same as everything else ive tried. So tonight after an "I" magazine meeting [ and lotsa beer] I started MSNing with some Lava boys. One, "brent", ended up talking about his penis and being horny...the other asked me for a date [ i accepted] and then showed his picture to me [and now i gotts to get out of it ]. Yug.
Now, Im rethinking this internet thing. I can deal with short and living far away...but juvenile and butt-ugly? Those are hard to overlook.
dammit, where have all the cowboys gone? [ haha. thats something i say and then pretend to break into tears after a geeky guy tries to put the move on me or my friends.]
Why internet dating? Erm, I guess its a mix between a) I drink too heavily in social settings so no one would actually talk to me/pick me up there and b) Im a geek.
So ive been doing the lavalife for about 6 months off and on [depending on my status] and havent been overly excited. And yes i meet the guys.
Back in Saskatoon i "dated" a guy named Jay for a few months that i met on a website. Sigh. He was the first short guy...I think he sorta set the precedent. When i met him the first time, I looked at him thru the peep hole of my apartment and thought Shit! He looks NOTHING like his picture! [As in, he looked taller than 5 ft tall in his pic]. But...after the PS2 playing [he started that] and the building of BedLand! [started my love of forts] and all the slurpees [ditto] I really started to like him. Which was weird. Cuz for all the fun he had, I never met his friends, heard his last name, or even had his home phone number. Yeah, I figured he had a girlfriend. Shit. I should post all about Jay some time... we had lots of fun and a lot of stories arose out of him.
I digress. So, attempt one...and he had a girlfriend. Boo. Attempt 2 was last May. Almost immediately i met Graham. He looked cute, seemed to have a lot of fun, and his profile said he was 5ft 10. Yet...it also said that he lived 2 hrs away. Well, we met when he came to town and, yeah, I really dug him. Too cute. And he brought me a present-- we had an email convo about "Noodle Time" Noodles and that they had the website for the noodles, including the place where the wash their hands, on the website-- so he brought me some noodles. The out of town thing maybe wouldnt had been so bad except that i started with Keith and Marco around the same time. I still wanna email him... but wont.
So i guess its been pretty bittersweet when it comes the internet dating-- but its the same as everything else ive tried. So tonight after an "I" magazine meeting [ and lotsa beer] I started MSNing with some Lava boys. One, "brent", ended up talking about his penis and being horny...the other asked me for a date [ i accepted] and then showed his picture to me [and now i gotts to get out of it ]. Yug.
Now, Im rethinking this internet thing. I can deal with short and living far away...but juvenile and butt-ugly? Those are hard to overlook.
dammit, where have all the cowboys gone? [ haha. thats something i say and then pretend to break into tears after a geeky guy tries to put the move on me or my friends.]
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
!!!!
Question:
Is this what my life has become?
-- checking email
-- watching Regis and Kelly, The View, Dr. Phil
-- eating too much
-- sleeping too much
-- wandering around looking in Pawn Shops and Second Hand stores
-- checking email again, also stopping by and looking at the Lava
Answer:
Yep.
Is this what my life has become?
-- checking email
-- watching Regis and Kelly, The View, Dr. Phil
-- eating too much
-- sleeping too much
-- wandering around looking in Pawn Shops and Second Hand stores
-- checking email again, also stopping by and looking at the Lava
Answer:
Yep.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Move over Sheryl...
Yeah, i admit it. At the time i totally didnt believe it, in fact I was almost a dick to the guy, but i guess he was pretty amused by it and laughed off my doubt. But i just checked his fansite and the Calgary Herald and the story checks out....
LAST NIGHT I DANCED WITH LANCE ARMSTRONG AT THE WHISKEY.
He was alot shorter than i expected, too. But seemed a nice guy and didnt quibble about the fact that i kept mentioning things that only he would know. But we still danced to "7 nation Army" together. Too funny.
I plan on leaking that to a certain someone who used to watch tour de France with me that i got to meet and in fact dance with Mr. Maillot Jaune himself. Yeah, i miss him. Last night was an art show i really wanted to go to, but i didnt because i knew hed be there. What could i say to him? I dont even know. I get upset just knowing that my friends have talked to him. I want to ask whether he asks about me....but im afraid of the answer being no.
On a fun note, i saw "Waydowntown" tonite and am amused that I escaped downtown on my own without having to use a bottle full of marbles. Shit im sick of being so damned sad. Its only been a week since i got back and im back to it already.
LAST NIGHT I DANCED WITH LANCE ARMSTRONG AT THE WHISKEY.
He was alot shorter than i expected, too. But seemed a nice guy and didnt quibble about the fact that i kept mentioning things that only he would know. But we still danced to "7 nation Army" together. Too funny.
I plan on leaking that to a certain someone who used to watch tour de France with me that i got to meet and in fact dance with Mr. Maillot Jaune himself. Yeah, i miss him. Last night was an art show i really wanted to go to, but i didnt because i knew hed be there. What could i say to him? I dont even know. I get upset just knowing that my friends have talked to him. I want to ask whether he asks about me....but im afraid of the answer being no.
On a fun note, i saw "Waydowntown" tonite and am amused that I escaped downtown on my own without having to use a bottle full of marbles. Shit im sick of being so damned sad. Its only been a week since i got back and im back to it already.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Anniversary of Shit
Well, now that im trying to be back to regular posting, i guess i shud say that my life is as shitty as ever. Its like i left Calgary and the little black rain cloud stayed here...but dont worry, it was waiting for me in the airport. Standing there with a big sign with my name on it.
What am I pissing and moaning about? Well, Fuck. I failed the bar exam again. Seriously. Im done. I have to re take the whole fucking thing in January, which means i cant be a lawyer for another 10 months. Thats a long bloody time. I really and truly believe that if i hadnt gone to Belize this news woulda put me over the edge and id either be in a hospital, mental institute, or the morgue.
I have to find a new career in the time being. Im looking at insurance claims officer, immigration consultant, and possibly working for a municipality [ i found an internship position, but it dont start til January]
Im hoping that there is a one year cycle for the little rain cloud. After 365 days he gets bored and finds someone else. Although i gotta admit, hes had a lot of fun with me. So in case you cleverly noted by the title, its been a year since i was first introduced to the raincloud. It came in on a flight from Halifax with Dumbass. I guess it never really made its presence known until November 04, but it was here last year, about this time, too. And im hoping it will jump on a plane and leave me the fuck alone.
With that, im going to go and get stupid drunk. I like drinking. Its remained constant for the last year, at least, and the little cloud dont mind.
What am I pissing and moaning about? Well, Fuck. I failed the bar exam again. Seriously. Im done. I have to re take the whole fucking thing in January, which means i cant be a lawyer for another 10 months. Thats a long bloody time. I really and truly believe that if i hadnt gone to Belize this news woulda put me over the edge and id either be in a hospital, mental institute, or the morgue.
I have to find a new career in the time being. Im looking at insurance claims officer, immigration consultant, and possibly working for a municipality [ i found an internship position, but it dont start til January]
Im hoping that there is a one year cycle for the little rain cloud. After 365 days he gets bored and finds someone else. Although i gotta admit, hes had a lot of fun with me. So in case you cleverly noted by the title, its been a year since i was first introduced to the raincloud. It came in on a flight from Halifax with Dumbass. I guess it never really made its presence known until November 04, but it was here last year, about this time, too. And im hoping it will jump on a plane and leave me the fuck alone.
With that, im going to go and get stupid drunk. I like drinking. Its remained constant for the last year, at least, and the little cloud dont mind.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Back from the Beach
Yeah yeah yeah... dont start with me, i know its been a while. Maybe i was hoping you didnt notice. Maybe i just am too laid back still from the trip to care. I plan to post my travel journal entries as soon as im not too lazy to do such. I thought id take this entry to speak to the promises i made to myself the day before i left for the trip.
1. No clocks. No timetables. No extreme planning. --> Did this and how! Never pulled my watch out once. Used my alarm clock on only 2 occasions. [both for diving/snorkelling trips] Actually, it was pretty easy to get up in the morning being that the sun came up at 500am and set at 600pm, so we would party til the wee hours of 1100pm and it felt late.
As for the timetable/planning thing, be proud of yours truly...i never bought a guidebook and we basically relied on the odd things i had read on backpacker websites, what people told us, and the saintly girl in the Belize City airport who said "Go to Caye Caulker". The closest to me being a plan nazi was when i refused to stay on CC one more day.
2. My big hair --> Dude. Its still big. Thank Kester for that...Miss M kept saying it looked good. He told me straight was boring, and then he kissed me later that day. Okie.
3. Sex and the Beach. --> No, I didnt. Sorry to dissapoint. Came close once and gave a little of my superpower after some skinny dippin in San Pedro, but thats it. With a brit. The only boys i wanted to get it on with a) never saw after the first night [Jay of California] and b) never got to it cuz we had to hide from the security guard at his hostel [Matt of Chicago...yeah theres a long story there!] [Mental Note: hmmm. maybe i shud go to the states?!>!]
4. Be DangerGirl--> Check. She is proud. Shoulda done more cliff jumping, quite pleased with the singing with the band, however the clausterphobia demon kept me from out of cave exploration.
5. I did this trip for me. Not for Marco, not for Mark, not for Ian, not for the fucks that caused me to lose my job, and not for any fucks who got to keep theirs. Thought of Marco twice [when making out with B i kept thinking it was him and thoughts of him kept me out of the sack with the brit]. Ian, naturally, i thought of whenever i saw couples on vacation.
So thats the list. Like i said, im gonna post the travel journal. Matters as well. Im not gonna put any of the new shite in here thats going down. Leave that for another post.
ps As it kinda fits....RIP Indie Rock Pete. He couldnt bare living another day without me. I dont blame him. Me cheating on him and all by visiting other fishies in the Reef. Dont tell Revo that i cheated on him too-- that bike on the beach that i was too drunk to ride in Pedro. And the bike of the kid i asked to ride at the Belize City gas station. Im a nut.
1. No clocks. No timetables. No extreme planning. --> Did this and how! Never pulled my watch out once. Used my alarm clock on only 2 occasions. [both for diving/snorkelling trips] Actually, it was pretty easy to get up in the morning being that the sun came up at 500am and set at 600pm, so we would party til the wee hours of 1100pm and it felt late.
As for the timetable/planning thing, be proud of yours truly...i never bought a guidebook and we basically relied on the odd things i had read on backpacker websites, what people told us, and the saintly girl in the Belize City airport who said "Go to Caye Caulker". The closest to me being a plan nazi was when i refused to stay on CC one more day.
2. My big hair --> Dude. Its still big. Thank Kester for that...Miss M kept saying it looked good. He told me straight was boring, and then he kissed me later that day. Okie.
3. Sex and the Beach. --> No, I didnt. Sorry to dissapoint. Came close once and gave a little of my superpower after some skinny dippin in San Pedro, but thats it. With a brit. The only boys i wanted to get it on with a) never saw after the first night [Jay of California] and b) never got to it cuz we had to hide from the security guard at his hostel [Matt of Chicago...yeah theres a long story there!] [Mental Note: hmmm. maybe i shud go to the states?!>!]
4. Be DangerGirl--> Check. She is proud. Shoulda done more cliff jumping, quite pleased with the singing with the band, however the clausterphobia demon kept me from out of cave exploration.
5. I did this trip for me. Not for Marco, not for Mark, not for Ian, not for the fucks that caused me to lose my job, and not for any fucks who got to keep theirs. Thought of Marco twice [when making out with B i kept thinking it was him and thoughts of him kept me out of the sack with the brit]. Ian, naturally, i thought of whenever i saw couples on vacation.
So thats the list. Like i said, im gonna post the travel journal. Matters as well. Im not gonna put any of the new shite in here thats going down. Leave that for another post.
ps As it kinda fits....RIP Indie Rock Pete. He couldnt bare living another day without me. I dont blame him. Me cheating on him and all by visiting other fishies in the Reef. Dont tell Revo that i cheated on him too-- that bike on the beach that i was too drunk to ride in Pedro. And the bike of the kid i asked to ride at the Belize City gas station. Im a nut.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Can you Belize it?
First, gotta give props to A's beau Bryan for the title. He said that to me and M when we were very very intoxicated and we thought it the gayest/funniest thing we had ever heard.
I leave in less than 24 hours...in 17 hours, to be precise. Must be at the airport in 14... dang! Im excited and nervous. So here are some things ive decided...
1. No clocks. No timetables. No extreme planning. Yeah, i know, im an expert packer and my bag is already been planned into a stealth pack of neccesities...but i havent technically left yet, so thats ok.
2. I will love my big hair and embrace it in its large frizziness.
3. I wont sleep with anyone for the sake of sleeping with someone. But, if the chance arises, yeah, im gonna do it.
4. Be DangerGirl. She is crying to get out. She wants to scuba dive. She wants to climb the pyramid at Altun Ha. She wants to drink Belizean rum and beer until she pukes...and then drink some more. [of course, DangerGirl's motto is still "Safety First". That means wear a condom, dont pass out alone, and try to remember that you arent a good swimmer]
5. Im doing this trip for me. Not for Marco, not for Mark, not for Ian, not for the fucks that caused me to lose my job, and not for any fucks who got to keep theirs.
I think thats it. I plan to try to email post to my blog-o-rama, if not, ill just copy the emails in here. Cant wait.
Fishy Note: Indie Rock Pete is currently staying at the office of Van Harten, O'Gormon, Foster, Iovinelli (and White) and sends the following message:
Dear Mommy, Having a good time at Diablo's. Diablo is a bit of a jerk, but i can put up with him. My tank is small and i miss Hortense the Mermaid, but all else is good. Bring me a rock from Belize and maybe one for Diablo, too. Love and kisses, Petey.
I leave in less than 24 hours...in 17 hours, to be precise. Must be at the airport in 14... dang! Im excited and nervous. So here are some things ive decided...
1. No clocks. No timetables. No extreme planning. Yeah, i know, im an expert packer and my bag is already been planned into a stealth pack of neccesities...but i havent technically left yet, so thats ok.
2. I will love my big hair and embrace it in its large frizziness.
3. I wont sleep with anyone for the sake of sleeping with someone. But, if the chance arises, yeah, im gonna do it.
4. Be DangerGirl. She is crying to get out. She wants to scuba dive. She wants to climb the pyramid at Altun Ha. She wants to drink Belizean rum and beer until she pukes...and then drink some more. [of course, DangerGirl's motto is still "Safety First". That means wear a condom, dont pass out alone, and try to remember that you arent a good swimmer]
5. Im doing this trip for me. Not for Marco, not for Mark, not for Ian, not for the fucks that caused me to lose my job, and not for any fucks who got to keep theirs.
I think thats it. I plan to try to email post to my blog-o-rama, if not, ill just copy the emails in here. Cant wait.
Fishy Note: Indie Rock Pete is currently staying at the office of Van Harten, O'Gormon, Foster, Iovinelli (and White) and sends the following message:
Dear Mommy, Having a good time at Diablo's. Diablo is a bit of a jerk, but i can put up with him. My tank is small and i miss Hortense the Mermaid, but all else is good. Bring me a rock from Belize and maybe one for Diablo, too. Love and kisses, Petey.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Olympic demonstration sport --CD player throwing
Fuck im hungover. The worst kind, too: red wine and champagne [why is it that when ever i write champagne i hear Zap Brannigan from Futurama saying "cham-pag-en"]
Yesterday was M's barcall...and damned was it funny. Her parents are so much like she is, drunk and crazy. It was a good time to see all the gang and everyone was so supportive, they all are genuinely interested if ive passed/found a job/am surviving single life again. Sometimes i like remembering why ive decided to stay in Calgary, and yesterday did it.
A totally funny/weird thing happened yesterday: I ran into a guy who i had a "moment" with when i was with Dumbass. Mark had this BBQ for Dalhousie students last summer and naturally i went too. I ended up sitting on the couch talking to this guy who was summering at Blakes for quite a long time. Yeah, he was totally flirting and i "might" had been too. So he had all but asked me out when Mark started telling the story of how we got a cheap room at the Banff Springs...and he jumped back about 2 feet and said. "Oh, you two are together."...
So, im at the reception at Blakes and there is the really cute guy there...and then he comes to her party and is smiling at me... so we start talking. He mentions he went to Dal...I ask if he knew Mark...and bang! It hits us both that we met previously and we start laughing. So no, i never got his number before he left, but i did decide to get it, i just never got a chance to do it. I guess he'll be easy to find.
Came home alone last night and i was really quite sad. I hate being alone and made me want to call marco, but i didnt. Instead i did something stupid. Im not sure what my real reasoning was...maybe cuz the building next door already has a DVD player and Nintendo on the roof, but i decided to add the CD player that was on the free table to it. It was all very stealth. I hid on my balcony for about 20 minutes waiting for everyone to leave...then i crouched down...prepared my positioning...and then hurled it. [Im sure i would get extra points for artistic impression] I saw it sail through the air, but then quickly crouched back down to hide and never saw it land.
Woke up this, erm, afternoon, and i cant see it anywhere. Its gone. Not on the roof, the ground, on any cars....weird. But really funny. If i ever get my hung over ass off the couch i may go explore. Im sure its a world record...or at least a personal best.
Yesterday was M's barcall...and damned was it funny. Her parents are so much like she is, drunk and crazy. It was a good time to see all the gang and everyone was so supportive, they all are genuinely interested if ive passed/found a job/am surviving single life again. Sometimes i like remembering why ive decided to stay in Calgary, and yesterday did it.
A totally funny/weird thing happened yesterday: I ran into a guy who i had a "moment" with when i was with Dumbass. Mark had this BBQ for Dalhousie students last summer and naturally i went too. I ended up sitting on the couch talking to this guy who was summering at Blakes for quite a long time. Yeah, he was totally flirting and i "might" had been too. So he had all but asked me out when Mark started telling the story of how we got a cheap room at the Banff Springs...and he jumped back about 2 feet and said. "Oh, you two are together."...
So, im at the reception at Blakes and there is the really cute guy there...and then he comes to her party and is smiling at me... so we start talking. He mentions he went to Dal...I ask if he knew Mark...and bang! It hits us both that we met previously and we start laughing. So no, i never got his number before he left, but i did decide to get it, i just never got a chance to do it. I guess he'll be easy to find.
Came home alone last night and i was really quite sad. I hate being alone and made me want to call marco, but i didnt. Instead i did something stupid. Im not sure what my real reasoning was...maybe cuz the building next door already has a DVD player and Nintendo on the roof, but i decided to add the CD player that was on the free table to it. It was all very stealth. I hid on my balcony for about 20 minutes waiting for everyone to leave...then i crouched down...prepared my positioning...and then hurled it. [Im sure i would get extra points for artistic impression] I saw it sail through the air, but then quickly crouched back down to hide and never saw it land.
Woke up this, erm, afternoon, and i cant see it anywhere. Its gone. Not on the roof, the ground, on any cars....weird. But really funny. If i ever get my hung over ass off the couch i may go explore. Im sure its a world record...or at least a personal best.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Hay--Zooose!
First, yesterday was kinda fun as my first stoned post. To any of my loyal readers [ do i have readers? are ya there? stop lurking and leave me comments!] i never did throw/ mail the rotten food to the ex. It is still in the same spot in my fridge as it was yesterday...and it will likely remain there for the next few weeks...until i get back from Belize and think "why the hell didnt i throw this out before?"
Anyhoo, I keep seeing the commercials to buy that Jesus movie and wonder why would anyone buy that movie? Look its jesus. And hes dying. And bleeding. And writhing in pain. I feel spiritually enlightened. Not that i actually saw the movie. Or wanted to see it.
The funny thing is, if anyone should see it.. it should be me. Im kinda obsessed with hyper-religious crap. I recently purchased a virgin mary [should that be capitalized?] candle to set off my jesus on my TV and my 3-D last supper picture. I heard that there are hook rugs that you can buy of the Virgin Mary at the farmers market and i plan on getting one soon. And i need to replace the Praying Hands [TM] that i lost in the divorce with Ian.
Maybe my problem with the Jesus movie is that so many dumb people who listen to Britney Spears and Usher, read People magazine, and watch "The OC" will watch it and think "wow...that bible is cool", without getting the gist of it all. And the gist is that there is a lot of bleeding, pain writhing, dying going on and NOT that everybody watched it, it was a "blockbuster",Mel Gibson directed it and now you can buy it at WalMart for $29.
Ok. Now im ranting....closing argument here: Jesus = okay; People watching Jesus movie because its popular = not okay. I think i better go resurrect that food in my fridge and send it to the holy land of the dumpster.
Anyhoo, I keep seeing the commercials to buy that Jesus movie and wonder why would anyone buy that movie? Look its jesus. And hes dying. And bleeding. And writhing in pain. I feel spiritually enlightened. Not that i actually saw the movie. Or wanted to see it.
The funny thing is, if anyone should see it.. it should be me. Im kinda obsessed with hyper-religious crap. I recently purchased a virgin mary [should that be capitalized?] candle to set off my jesus on my TV and my 3-D last supper picture. I heard that there are hook rugs that you can buy of the Virgin Mary at the farmers market and i plan on getting one soon. And i need to replace the Praying Hands [TM] that i lost in the divorce with Ian.
Maybe my problem with the Jesus movie is that so many dumb people who listen to Britney Spears and Usher, read People magazine, and watch "The OC" will watch it and think "wow...that bible is cool", without getting the gist of it all. And the gist is that there is a lot of bleeding, pain writhing, dying going on and NOT that everybody watched it, it was a "blockbuster",Mel Gibson directed it and now you can buy it at WalMart for $29.
Ok. Now im ranting....closing argument here: Jesus = okay; People watching Jesus movie because its popular = not okay. I think i better go resurrect that food in my fridge and send it to the holy land of the dumpster.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
my vewy first stoned post: leftovers
Here is my question for this lovely evening:
Is it ok to throw rotten food from your refridgerator at your ex-boyfriend's house?
I have a lot of rotten food [or at least expired food] in my fridge and i dont know what else to do with it. It would be a waste otherwise. Im not sure why im so determined to throw it at his house. Im not any madder at him than i was yesterday...maybe its just cuz it would be funny. I know hes back today too. And currently not home. Im positively giddy planning this!
Better idea: im going to mail it anonymously to someone i dont like [see above]. A big box of lettuce, yogurt, cheese, orange juice and olives. All past their due date. Nice. I'll even make a greeting card with sunshine and flowers on the front, and "Enjoy your Fucking Rotten Food!!!" written inside. Haha.
That is all. Please continue on with your regular programming for this evening.
Is it ok to throw rotten food from your refridgerator at your ex-boyfriend's house?
I have a lot of rotten food [or at least expired food] in my fridge and i dont know what else to do with it. It would be a waste otherwise. Im not sure why im so determined to throw it at his house. Im not any madder at him than i was yesterday...maybe its just cuz it would be funny. I know hes back today too. And currently not home. Im positively giddy planning this!
Better idea: im going to mail it anonymously to someone i dont like [see above]. A big box of lettuce, yogurt, cheese, orange juice and olives. All past their due date. Nice. I'll even make a greeting card with sunshine and flowers on the front, and "Enjoy your Fucking Rotten Food!!!" written inside. Haha.
That is all. Please continue on with your regular programming for this evening.
Today's Post brought to you by: Nostalgia
Im feeling very nostalgic today, and im not sure why. Example: I just saw on one of those infotainment shows [Extra! Extra!] that they are making a new Partridge Family show. Im not sure how i feel about that...it made me nostalgic for sitting on the duelling couches with the Super Ex and him bitching that the goddamned Partridge Family was on Much Music again. The only thing that made him crankier was the Monkees. Anyways, it made me think "Will Kelly get as pissy when the new Partridges are on?"....
Edmonton nostalgia moved into nostalgia for the first week of school [cuz its September, and thats what i did in September in Edmonton]. Right now there will be a beer garden in the Quad at the U of A, and everyone will be congregating in the 'I cant believe its not Butter' Dome to get free shit. At the U of S, the law class will be having the little sibling BBQ and preparing for the big pub crawl. At FMC, [articling is kinda like being in school] the articling students will be working like dogs and learning that the other students are some of the best people they will ever meet.... [sigh]
I hate when i sit and remember how good X time in my life was as compared to Y time and compared to now... it plain sucks. Maybe i shud remember that the first week of school was always the best, and that everything basically went downhill from there each year...and that right now maybe everything is on an upturn in my life. [ yeah-- but that would be optimistic, and that i aint]
Dammit. Im going to continue to plan for Belize. Maybe someday ill be nostalgic for a time when i had the ability to run away for 11 days and not care about leaving a job/boyfriend/ life behind.
[Fishy note: Pete is not being left behind, hes going on his own special vacation to C's office. Hes already packed.]
Edmonton nostalgia moved into nostalgia for the first week of school [cuz its September, and thats what i did in September in Edmonton]. Right now there will be a beer garden in the Quad at the U of A, and everyone will be congregating in the 'I cant believe its not Butter' Dome to get free shit. At the U of S, the law class will be having the little sibling BBQ and preparing for the big pub crawl. At FMC, [articling is kinda like being in school] the articling students will be working like dogs and learning that the other students are some of the best people they will ever meet.... [sigh]
I hate when i sit and remember how good X time in my life was as compared to Y time and compared to now... it plain sucks. Maybe i shud remember that the first week of school was always the best, and that everything basically went downhill from there each year...and that right now maybe everything is on an upturn in my life. [ yeah-- but that would be optimistic, and that i aint]
Dammit. Im going to continue to plan for Belize. Maybe someday ill be nostalgic for a time when i had the ability to run away for 11 days and not care about leaving a job/boyfriend/ life behind.
[Fishy note: Pete is not being left behind, hes going on his own special vacation to C's office. Hes already packed.]
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