Can someone explain to me why, on the girl version of The Gays makeover TV show, all the girls are skinny with questionable hair? Like, am I REALLY supposed to believe these women are that much of a mess? Because I don't.
Really, I don't trust many people, least of all TV executives. They enjoy lying. They try to tell me I want to watch "reality" shows, even though they're totally fabricated. But I do like ANTM ("Your eyes... they're just, like, dead!") and I did actually watch an entire episode of "Rock of Love" with Bret Michaels. Gosh, it's dreadful. Those women are TERRIBLE. Next week I believe there is a throwdown of sorts. Tomorrow is "America's Most Smartest Model." The idea of watching it makes me feel dirty, like watching Jerry Springer. I'm really going to try not to. It shouldn't be too hard.
Unrelated (well, loosely, I suppose), I'm three days into trying to eat better. I was bloodletted on Monday because my general health seems to be in a decline, so thought I should consciously eliminate the bad crap, like processed sugar and (sob!) bread. Everyone is all excited about oatmeal lately (including my doctor) and, having never eaten it as a child, didn't get it. I'm two days into oatmeal for breakfast and... I don't love it. It is pretty good when it's really, really thick. I make it with quick oats (is that allowed?), soy milk, a touch of salt and a dash of maple syrup (I have a bunch of honey I would like to use up, but wasn't sure if it "went" with oatmeal). I'm hopeful I can keep this up. I do have to admit I had a shamrock shake on Tuesday night, but it was after 6 servings of fruits and vegetables so I felt OK with it.
Why are Josee Chouinard and Andrea Martin discussing fibre on TV? Fibre is neither skating nor humour.
OK, so I really have to stop buying glasses. I just got these. But they were SO CHEAP! Like, $50! Anita got me the "friends and family" deal, but even without they would have been $70 (I had a discount coupon from the last ones). They're just so easy to buy. I'm not going back until I have a big girl job. Or until they get new frames in.
Five weeks of school left. Eek.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
gettin' the hell outta dodge
I finally did it. I went into hock and bought 4 flights around eastern seaboard cities. Well, if you define seaboard as being near water that connects to the ocean eventually. If you don't... then I'm just flying around the east.
It's been a long time since I've taken any sort of substantial trip. The last time I was on a plane was almost 3 years ago, which is sad since I had been on a plane yearly since 1993. Not that I love flying; I just love being somewhere else. I haven't flown in/out of the country for 6 years, so this will be interesting. I hope they let me take toothpaste on board. I can't remember where airlines stand with those sorts of things. It's safe to say I won't bring knitting needles on, but apparently those aren't considered dangerous anymore anyway. Knitters seem like a bunch of pacifists.
Once I finish school, I'll have a couple of weeks to work (gots to get paid before I lose my job) and see as many bands as possible before flying out in May. (Hopefully I'll have paid off the flights by then. Please let my tax return be a huge one!) I'm going to New York, Chicago and Toronto for a couple of weeks, just a little teaser/tester to see if I want to live in any of those places. If you're in any of those places, let me know if you have time to meet up. Or, you know, if you have a place for me to sleep a night or two.
Right now the only things I have on my "to do" list are to visit the Met's Costume Institute library, take a CAF tour (possibly the river one if I'm feeling rich), visit the Art Institute, see if I can find my old supervisor at the ROM (Suzanne McLean, where are you?), eat burgers at the Shake Shack, see a rock show in each city (though the only things I could find so far in Chicago were Tokyo Police Club on the 5th and Black Kids on the 6th, which is disappointing because I can see both of them a week prior), and take as many pictures as I can fit on my camera and maybe try out a couple of toy cameras as well. Other things, too, but these are the shortlist right now. In addition to visiting friends, of course. That's just a given.
I'm pretty excited. The only flight that I'm worried about is the one I booked with Travelocity between New York and Chicago. No idea how reliable Delta is (didn't they crash a lot of planes in the '80s?), but it's stinking cheap. I'll come in just above my estimated/hoped for price, though without any fricking travel points. Bastards.
The silly thing is I still want to go to Chicago in the summer, so this may be a somewhat redundant trip. I just love Chicago a whole lot. Sigh. I need to figure out how to make it happen. And a trip to Edmonton for my dear friend Dulcie's wedding at the end of summer. And maybe a trip to Los Angeles. Or London.
Actually, for about 10 minutes I thought about screwing the trip to the triumvirate and going to London because tickets were so ridiculously cheap. But I need to do this trip right now.
Only 2 1/2 months to go.
It's been a long time since I've taken any sort of substantial trip. The last time I was on a plane was almost 3 years ago, which is sad since I had been on a plane yearly since 1993. Not that I love flying; I just love being somewhere else. I haven't flown in/out of the country for 6 years, so this will be interesting. I hope they let me take toothpaste on board. I can't remember where airlines stand with those sorts of things. It's safe to say I won't bring knitting needles on, but apparently those aren't considered dangerous anymore anyway. Knitters seem like a bunch of pacifists.
Once I finish school, I'll have a couple of weeks to work (gots to get paid before I lose my job) and see as many bands as possible before flying out in May. (Hopefully I'll have paid off the flights by then. Please let my tax return be a huge one!) I'm going to New York, Chicago and Toronto for a couple of weeks, just a little teaser/tester to see if I want to live in any of those places. If you're in any of those places, let me know if you have time to meet up. Or, you know, if you have a place for me to sleep a night or two.
Right now the only things I have on my "to do" list are to visit the Met's Costume Institute library, take a CAF tour (possibly the river one if I'm feeling rich), visit the Art Institute, see if I can find my old supervisor at the ROM (Suzanne McLean, where are you?), eat burgers at the Shake Shack, see a rock show in each city (though the only things I could find so far in Chicago were Tokyo Police Club on the 5th and Black Kids on the 6th, which is disappointing because I can see both of them a week prior), and take as many pictures as I can fit on my camera and maybe try out a couple of toy cameras as well. Other things, too, but these are the shortlist right now. In addition to visiting friends, of course. That's just a given.
I'm pretty excited. The only flight that I'm worried about is the one I booked with Travelocity between New York and Chicago. No idea how reliable Delta is (didn't they crash a lot of planes in the '80s?), but it's stinking cheap. I'll come in just above my estimated/hoped for price, though without any fricking travel points. Bastards.
The silly thing is I still want to go to Chicago in the summer, so this may be a somewhat redundant trip. I just love Chicago a whole lot. Sigh. I need to figure out how to make it happen. And a trip to Edmonton for my dear friend Dulcie's wedding at the end of summer. And maybe a trip to Los Angeles. Or London.
Actually, for about 10 minutes I thought about screwing the trip to the triumvirate and going to London because tickets were so ridiculously cheap. But I need to do this trip right now.
Only 2 1/2 months to go.
Friday, February 8, 2008
snug 'em up
At school, I often see boys wearing loose, almost comically huge pants. The crotches hang down to mid-thigh and leave everything to the imagination because there's nothing but fabric. Granted, I probably shouldn't be looking at boys that would wear something so unflattering (or boys at all, if we're going to be honest), those that may still cling to the rave wear of the mid-'90s, but still... It's really solidified my resolve that tight pants are the way to go.
I mean, seriously, no one looks particularly good in baggy jeans. I know boys wear that sort of thing to either hide their skinny legs or to store supplies for the winter, but it doesn't make it right. Remember that scene in "Clueless" with the back shot of a row of boys dressed abominably? Bad look then, bad look now.
It really makes sense that I have an affinity for tight jeans. Look at the facts:
1) I liked metal as a preteen (in addition to Duran Duran, who often wore snug-fitting pants and white jazz shoes, a look I can't explain yet still find charming) and all those metal boys wore tight, children-preventing jeans.
2) You already know I have a thing for male ballet dancers' tights and cups. Doesn't it make sense I would want to see variations of that at all times?
3) With no hips and straight legs, most boys have the types of bodies that can wear skinny jeans, which means they should wear skinny jeans if they can. Right?
Now that I think about it, skinny jeans are the metal jeans of the '80s. Which reminds me... I saw an ad for a new reality show where Bret Michaels from Poison makes out/fucks a bunch of rocker chicks. Looks dreadful, so I obviously have to watch it, if only to feel superior for a moment.
Also, I can't stop listening to Destroyer's "Foam Hands." It makes me think of OMD for some reason, though they really sound nothing alike and even if Dan's song had the addition of electronics it wouldn't sound even close to similar. I can't explain the connection, but it's there.
I mean, seriously, no one looks particularly good in baggy jeans. I know boys wear that sort of thing to either hide their skinny legs or to store supplies for the winter, but it doesn't make it right. Remember that scene in "Clueless" with the back shot of a row of boys dressed abominably? Bad look then, bad look now.
It really makes sense that I have an affinity for tight jeans. Look at the facts:
1) I liked metal as a preteen (in addition to Duran Duran, who often wore snug-fitting pants and white jazz shoes, a look I can't explain yet still find charming) and all those metal boys wore tight, children-preventing jeans.
2) You already know I have a thing for male ballet dancers' tights and cups. Doesn't it make sense I would want to see variations of that at all times?
3) With no hips and straight legs, most boys have the types of bodies that can wear skinny jeans, which means they should wear skinny jeans if they can. Right?
Now that I think about it, skinny jeans are the metal jeans of the '80s. Which reminds me... I saw an ad for a new reality show where Bret Michaels from Poison makes out/fucks a bunch of rocker chicks. Looks dreadful, so I obviously have to watch it, if only to feel superior for a moment.
Also, I can't stop listening to Destroyer's "Foam Hands." It makes me think of OMD for some reason, though they really sound nothing alike and even if Dan's song had the addition of electronics it wouldn't sound even close to similar. I can't explain the connection, but it's there.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
the mean reds and other bouts
Lately I haven't been feeling like myself. Something is off, not quite right. Increasingly I find myself dour, short tempered and humourless with very few glimpses of my former self. I can't quite pinpoint when I started becoming less fun, but it freaks me out that I have more bad days than good.
And I must apologise if any of you have read the blog for an extended time. Posts have not been as particularly charming as they perhaps once were. As 1972 David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust would say, I'm going through ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
(It is at this point I realise I will be repeating the same post from various other days.)
After yet another troublesome conversation with one of my friends, I've decided I probably shouldn't speak to that friend for a while. All our conversations end in me curled up in the fetal position on the verge of tears, feeling as though I just sustained another kick while I'm already down. The last time I felt this was a couple years ago with a person I stopped speaking to at this time of the year, for virtually the same reasons. I don't like it when friends make me feel bad, like I'm not important or that I'm distracting from more important things. I'm just unwilling to eliminate this friend in the same way because I half-suspect it's just the stress talking. I tend to be a little high-strung at the best of times.
Perhaps the problem stems from my lack of drinking in recent months. I'm really not drinking as much as I used to, eliminating huge chunks of time that would have been spent socialising. I miss booze; she was once my semi-regular companion. I should visit with her more often.
Tenuously related, this week is the real start of the do-or-die this semester. I'll have stuff due weekly for most of February and March with three enormous projects to do by early April (two of which are group projects). Friday I finally got an email telling me to attend orientation for a student librarian position, so I'll have to fit another 4 hours (at least) into my schedule. In short, I'm feeling overloaded. And to top it off, I'm being a crappy friend to virtually everyone I actually talk to; others are needlessly neglected due to my inability to manage my time.
I'll be surprised if, by graduation, anyone is speaking to me.
Plans for the trip I want to take in May are still up in the air. I need to figure out how to buy inexpensive connector flights between either Chicago and New York, New York and Toronto, or Chicago and Toronto. And how to get cheap starter flights to any of those cities. (Any help/suggestions to make this all happen as cheaply as possible would be greatly appreciated.) I still haven't decided on whether or not to go to New York for sure because I want to have a few days in each place (a few extra in Toronto) and don't want to feel rushed the whole time. I just need to get the hell away from this city for a while; I'm going nuts here.
To recap, feed me booze and you will get both time with me and glimpses of my former self. Tempting, I know.
And I must apologise if any of you have read the blog for an extended time. Posts have not been as particularly charming as they perhaps once were. As 1972 David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust would say, I'm going through ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
(It is at this point I realise I will be repeating the same post from various other days.)
After yet another troublesome conversation with one of my friends, I've decided I probably shouldn't speak to that friend for a while. All our conversations end in me curled up in the fetal position on the verge of tears, feeling as though I just sustained another kick while I'm already down. The last time I felt this was a couple years ago with a person I stopped speaking to at this time of the year, for virtually the same reasons. I don't like it when friends make me feel bad, like I'm not important or that I'm distracting from more important things. I'm just unwilling to eliminate this friend in the same way because I half-suspect it's just the stress talking. I tend to be a little high-strung at the best of times.
Perhaps the problem stems from my lack of drinking in recent months. I'm really not drinking as much as I used to, eliminating huge chunks of time that would have been spent socialising. I miss booze; she was once my semi-regular companion. I should visit with her more often.
Tenuously related, this week is the real start of the do-or-die this semester. I'll have stuff due weekly for most of February and March with three enormous projects to do by early April (two of which are group projects). Friday I finally got an email telling me to attend orientation for a student librarian position, so I'll have to fit another 4 hours (at least) into my schedule. In short, I'm feeling overloaded. And to top it off, I'm being a crappy friend to virtually everyone I actually talk to; others are needlessly neglected due to my inability to manage my time.
I'll be surprised if, by graduation, anyone is speaking to me.
Plans for the trip I want to take in May are still up in the air. I need to figure out how to buy inexpensive connector flights between either Chicago and New York, New York and Toronto, or Chicago and Toronto. And how to get cheap starter flights to any of those cities. (Any help/suggestions to make this all happen as cheaply as possible would be greatly appreciated.) I still haven't decided on whether or not to go to New York for sure because I want to have a few days in each place (a few extra in Toronto) and don't want to feel rushed the whole time. I just need to get the hell away from this city for a while; I'm going nuts here.
To recap, feed me booze and you will get both time with me and glimpses of my former self. Tempting, I know.
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