Sun, Nov. 19th, 2006, 06:16 pm
It's the weirdest thing to wake up and know that the sun is going to set again in two hours.
Mm, there's something about guys with beards and girls with scarves that drives me wild.
To add to The List:
- skinny pants
- plastic surgery
- the Shopping Channel
- The Fifth Element
Some popular things I will never understand the attraction of:
- eyeliner (girls, help me out here: How?)
- Hugh Grant (still trying on that New Year's resolution)
- La Senza Girl
- furry boots
- dog sweatervests
- screamo (the whole Alexisonfire thing, I just don't get it)
- caps with really straight brims
- Bruce Willis movies
- romance novels
- toenail painting
Sun, Sep. 24th, 2006, 05:27 pm
On Friday night, I went to see Amy Millan (of Stars fame) at the Sidetrack with some friends from school. I've been wanting to see Stars for a long time, so seeing a quarter of the band will tide me over. Also, she's pretty amazing, gorgeous, lovely, adorable, etc.
She had some great people with her, her "tumbleweed" as she called them (as they left and came back several times). One in particular was this man with a square jaw and square glasses who played three guitars, a banjo, a trombone and at one point, a saw. Awesome? AWESOME.
I think most people don't know that Amy is also magic. Since her show the sun has not stopped shining and it is absolutely glorious!
I forgot my camera, but here are some pictures I took with my phone.
What's that? Oh yes, I am aware of my sucktitude and that I have not uploaded Europe pictures yet.
COMING (RELATIVELY) SOON!
I know it's been kind of a really long time, and my last post was about celebrities, and I've kind of gotten really depressed seeing that post every time I open this page. So let's just forget about all the reading and lab reports and everything else a second so that I can finally update about… all the reading and lab reports.
Last night, I barricaded myself into a stadium with hundreds of hockey fans, which is kind of like signing my death wish. I was gone for the whole Oilers craze during the Stanley Cup playoffs here, in which apparently 99% of Edmonton's population became die-hard hockey fans. Needless to say, the two guys in the Hooligan 1 and Hooligan 2 jerseys sitting in front of me did not appreciate me asking who the players were every five seconds. Perhaps the most telling moment of the evening was when the announcer was announcing the starting lineup and mentioned this one player and everyone cheered and I turned to my Mom and said "Do you know who that is?" and she said "Who, __________? Yeah, of course! He was awesome in the playoffs!"
Cold hard dis.
Anyways, some things worthy of note:
1. I started my first year of uni! So far, my classes are good, my profs rock my world, and I have given up life to do homework, which apparently is a movement sweeping the nation, or at least my general circle of friends.
2. I have a secret I need to share. I'm majoring in biology right now (although let's face it, it's all the same right now), but I'm totally having an affair with chemistry. I am absolutely loving that class! It could be the prof – he burns things every class! Also, I was on the phone with my best friend the other night and she was telling me how she was excited because one of her profs was the author of this book she's read that she really liked and then I got really excited because my chemistry prof is the Education Chair of IUPAC!
For those of you not nerding out right now, let me explain: IUPAC is the board responsible for naming the elements amongst other things, so he's pretty much a science rock star. Do I need to tell you that I sit in the very front row, center seat, every class? Didn't think so!
3. I am totally crushing on this guy and I have no idea what to do. He basically makes me feel like I'm about thirteen again, with the butterflies in the stomach and the inability to speak when within a mile radius of him. He's shy and gentle and we've exchanged maybe twenty words. Shut up, I know. I don't think I've ever met anybody who's had this turn-me-into-a-deer-in-the-headlights effect on me. Have I mentioned that I have no game?
4. I started out the year by biking to school and enjoying the river valley and oh, assaulting my body, but then it rained. All at once. And it didn't stop. This gray sheet covered the sky and seemed to be endless, and it's not so wet anymore, but kind of cold and this means that I get to rely on our public transport system, which is pretty ridiculous because instead of a thirty minute bike ride, it's now an hour and a quarter bus ride. In a couple of weeks I'll be taking my driving test and I have a car lined up for my use, so please, keep those fingers crossed, internet! That extra hour in the morning makes all the difference, especially when we consider the eight o'clock classes.
5. I've trying my hand at cooking lately! I'm coming to the conclusion that if I want to woo a nice man one day (see 3.), I'm going to have to rely on more than just my stunning good looks and sparkling personality. I'm only kidding, of course, but for real, it was about time. And now I'd like to take a moment to thank Rachael Ray, for all her guidance and support, through all those tough times, the oil burns, the overcooked pasta. I could not have done this without you!
Me: Hey, you know how Nicole Kidman just got married to that country singer?
Me: Apparently she's all pregnant and stuff now. Look at this picture.
Her (looking): Well, maybe she just had a large lunch.
Black bears and country roads and teenage boys, oh my! Mountains, creeks, sunsets and bliss under country stars. Driving for hours and wishing it were longer, gas on my sleeve; looking in the rearview seeing a pair of headlights and the pines silhouetted against the albertan sunset, thinking of the way he smiled, the creases in his forehead and the way his eyebrows moved, like sometimes he couldn't believe what he himself was saying. Watching bees and eating honey on sticky fingers, holding hands much smaller than mine, playing cards until all hours and running down the mountain. Laughing so hard we gasped for air, watching them across the table and chinese food, seeing my tears fall in the stream. Sore feet and legs and shaky hands and scared and happy and hugs and goodbyes.
I've got butterflies inside me because I'm home and it feels like away.
There's only one thing that could be better than coming home to Big Brother on tv and pork chops roasting on the BBQ, and that, internet, is Big Brother All Stars on tv and pork chops roasting on the BBQ.
You can give me grief about this all you want, but I've been watching since the first episode, and this is not something that's going anywhere. Take away Survivor, ditch Fear Factor, cancel Elimidate (no wait... don't), drive every other reality series into the ground, but leave BB out of this.
I've been trying to figure out what makes this show so much better than all the others, what's that cherry on top of the reality icing. There's less money up for grabs, they're not camping with rhinos, it's no more or less shameless than the rest (aside from that one season where they put these two siblings who didn't know they were related in the same house and didn't tell them for the first three weeks, giving them ample time to hook up), so what could it be?
I watch Big Brother for the same reasons I like to laze around in my pyjamas and watch Newlyweds on Sunday afternoons: I enjoy people, especially celebrities, who do and say things for my amusement. And the casting at BB is amazing!
Sure, they've had a few slips in judgement, like that one guy who went crazy and threw the chair, or the ex-con, or the devil masquerading as a blonde girl (*coughAllisoncough*), but they have some expert people on here! My faith in their choice of ladies was dwindling until they picked up Janelle and Ivette last season, and now, for my complete enjoyment, they have the most memorable people back under one roof!
There is one houseguest in particular whose return makes the blood rush to more than my cheeks. He is a mastermind; he is devious and sly and charming and somewhat good-looking and evil and every thing a BB contestant should be. He, in his season, told the producers he was the puppeteer and his housemates were his little marionettes. These strong words when his alliance was under attack and was one by one being evicted from the house, his girl-toy included. But he survived, he outplayed them all, and he won!
Oh, come on, internet. Level with me. You've gotta understand I've been harbouring a crush on this guy since '01. Nobody in reality tv history comes close to topping him, not even the naked man from Survivor, and I have faith he'll take it again this time around. In the meantime, I'm going to fully enjoy the funny things people do and say, the strategy, the twists, the heartbreak. Jessica Simpson, eat your heart out.
Sun, Jul. 30th, 2006, 10:57 pm
I want to do ten million things and not having ten million arms makes it rather difficult.