Attempt To Be Hip

Today is the day to make your move. Buy some flowers, and a lottery ticket, and start to believe in the possibility that your life could be big and bright and pretty.

what a strange, short, dark, rainy, sweaty summer this was

Ok, so I finally saw an episode of mad men...

and then i had a dream in which two of my male (heterosexual) friends make out with each other. 

Coincidence?

In which our heroine tries in vain to paint an allegory of romance using breakfast foods

Me: I miss you in that way, where you get this really great cereal and have it everyday for a month, even two or three times a day.  Then one day you wake up, and there is not a trace of it left anywhere. Perhaps the box was empty and someone threw it out, or maybe it got on a plane and went somewhere for 10 days. And you wonder, "Gee, I wonder if that cereal even existed, I mean, did I just dream up the whole thing?". Then you have fruit yogurt instead.  And while I have done toast, fruit yogurt and honest to god, toaster strudels for years.  Nothing really matches up to that wonderful bowl of just right mix of things, even stuff you found gross and vowed would never ever resort to (like those candied fruit). Somehow it kinda just makes sense for right now.

Him: I am laughing my face off like a retard right now

Him: Also, I am saving this conversation

stop telling me to watch 'mad men'

seriously!

Clearly, song of the year OR Fun Times on the GO bus with Ritu

Move over musical geniuses!  Shudder in your parachute pants and douche-y Kanye West glasses! Here's a song that I am pretty sure Miley Cyrus is totally jonesing to cover introduced to me via someone who calls herself a friend.  She actually sang this for me on a bus.  Repeatedly.  Until the mild-mannered uncle type commuter across the aisle from us became visably distressed and wept.

Fun game

1. Press Play

2. Count seconds until you feel one of the following (a) fear (b) annoyance (c) mild nilhism (d) full blown depression. (e) wishfully thinking you may one day meet that loser in the song who has that asshole expression so maybe you can punch him in the neck.

I lasted like 40 seconds.

Alan Sugar, Amstrad founder, Apprentice star and government business adviser, repeatedly challenged a law instituted more than three decades ago. This law was one of the big wins of the 1970s feminist movement, making it illegal for women to be asked at interview whether they plan to have children, on the grounds that it is clearly discriminatory: a chance for employers to weed out any woman who wants to combine a family with work. "You're not allowed to ask, so it's easy," said Sugar, "just don't employ them."

I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left

7:07 PM Adam: omg, my life is so fucked up

 i am helping my dad add gangsta's paradise to his ipod

I still haven't found what I am looking for

Amy Winehouse - Hey Little Rich Girl

My New Year's was so boring. It's like who cares, it's New Years every year.   But my Christmas break was much more weirder

I stayed in bed the whole time and watched 30 rock episodes and Idiocracy like ten times each.  How sad am I.

It's like the one day I managed to shower and get out of bed at a decent hour, I decided to go to the ROM somehow innocently thinking that it would be this beautiful desolete barren space crying out to me to be explored.  I even toyed with the idea of buying a membership and becoming like that person who goes to museums regularly, and like leaves the house and  combs their hair and stuff. 

Little did I realize that the entire world has the week off and has decided to indulge their inner culturati  at the local museum.  Seriously, the line up was around the block, plus it snowed, plus I had to stand underneth the spot where the two angles of the crystal sculpture meet, then all this snow and ice that accumlates on the tip of the crystal fell on me just as I have this really pleasant conversation with a grandma from North Bay.  At that point I went to the mall and saw no country for old men.

A lot of people have been asking for pictures of my house, which as some of you know I spent the entire summer renovating (not me personally but this wicked contractor named Bert and his brother Ray).  Here's the truth, I been kinda lazy in decorating it and buying furniture and generally making it look pretty.  I finally got sick of living like a squatter around October and bought some curtains and candle sticks so class up the joint.  Here's my ridiculously long dining table where I eat dinner alone and then compose genius-level facebook wall posts by candle light.

My sister came down from St. John's to keep me sane.  I took this creepy stalkerish picture of her taking a nap.

We went to tea at Sonia's house. I seriously need more grown up tea parties in my life.

I should mention the view wasn't bad either.

Nidz is leaving me and going away to Pakistan! I have totally made her promise not to stick her head out of SUVs and hang out at political rallies and whatnot.

Meet my new friends Ernest and Amar!  They're perfect company for spending hours at the Indian buffet and talking smack about fellow pretentious buffet eaters.  Plus, since Ernest grew up in Singapore, he's knows the best stupid old school racist jokes about Indians. (what do you call a Sikh who likes to take long baths? Kool dip Singh).

He's also handy when it comes to sneaking out of work for like 2 hour lunches to Chinatown.

Ritu's fine as ever.  Throwing fantastic shingdings that run from night to morning, constantly bugging me to find a real boyfriend and standing in the way of cakes.

Ken and Adam took me to East and then to see Juno, which was hilarious. Almost as hilarious as when I give a framed copy of this photo to them on their wedding day.

Ken is taking up Parkour but has only gone to one lesson since he had a car accident on the way, he said the most tramatic moment of the accident was when he had to stand outside his flipped out car and realized he had committed a fashion faux-pas of wearing beige and black together.

storytelling

"A need to tell and hear stories is essential to the species Homo sapiens--second in necessity apparently after nourishment and before love and shelter. Millions survive without love or home, almost none in silence; the opposite of silence leads quickly to narrative, and the sound of story is the dominant sound of our lives, from the small accounts of our day's events to the vast incommunicable constructs of psychopaths."

--Reynolds Price

it's seems like i just ran out of things to say.