I'm trying to write today, but I can't
I spent all day in a sick-coma. slept till noon, woke up, made an insane sandwich which I forgot to take a picture of before inhaling in with my sickness-empty stomach. here is what was in it:
2-egg omelette folded over some pieces of cheddar and mozzarella
sliced red onion
lettuce
sliced vine tomato
mayonaise
mustard
pepper
on whole-grain bread
now I want to eat again.
ps how badly do you want to see this movie? I do x1,000,000
just now I put my tongue piercing back in
I took it out yesterday because I'd irritated it while drinking wine in the park and watching Top Gun because when I drink I tend to mess with it. so today when I went to put it back in the bottom of my tongue had started to heal over and I had to actually break through the skin a bit and it was simultaneously disgusting, and awesome.
I have tea cooling here to help soothe my sore throat but I'm a bit scared to drink it now because I don't want to burn myself. ps have you ever felt a drink go through the piercing inside your tongue? so weird.
gross stuff like that is reason #156 why you read this blog.
today I am home sick.
some crazy stuff happened this weekend that meant instead of resting up I was awake until nearly 4am Saturday night and stressed out all yesterday which I guess compounded onto not feeling great last week left me in this state. awful.
so here I am hopped-up on Buckley's and waiting for Tyrone to get home and make me soup. I'm not sure which movie I will make him watch with me just yet but I think it might be this one:
if you look up the names of the actors in it and say them out loud it's like you're a record playing backwards or throwing up in your mouth, kind of. Icelandic is weird.
Hip Hop Sunday #13 - Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize
so today is kind of weird
but it's still Hip Hop Sunday
so enjoy it.
xo
Gail Asper has a message for you
she's the President of the CanWest Global Foundation and President and Trustee of The Asper Foundation
she has the flow of Colin Mochrie
and she wants you to get yr Manitoban asses in gear and go vote.
all the while proving that the only middle-ages white people who should be rapping
are The Beastie Boys.
aujourd'hui je vais vous parler en français
un petit peu.
est-ce-que tu savais que je peuvent parler le français? c'est malheureux mais par-ce que tous mes amies sont des anglophones je ne peut pas pratiquer ma deuxiemme langue très souvent.
peut-être c'est pour cette raison que j'aime la musique français. comme ça:
in case you can't speak French, basically what I said was just that I speak French but don't get to practice it often because most of my friends are anglophones and the ones who speak french don't just speak it for fun. honestly the grammar was the hardest part, after a while you forget where all the accents and stuff go. whew.
in other news because I hurt my knees running we didn't go for a bike adventure and watched an episode of this on Netflix.
something scary just happened
which was that I was playing Limbo, which I may have blogged about before (probably) and is this platformer for XBoxLive that is super creepy and off-putting which of course makes it very, very good. Basically it's all shadows and light, no dialogue but for sound effects and some subtle music you don't realize is playing until you notice your skin crawling.
it looks like this:
and there isn't a restart or a save or anything, it's all trial and error and the only way to know if you've made a mistake is if you die. which you do. often. and in a really gory fashion, usually.
anyway so I'm playing along and there are several instances where you have to fight this giant spider by breaking its legs in bear traps or knocking it into a spiky pit or pulling its legs off and rolling it into a hole. after beating this spider I get up to go pee and when I come back this is what's on the couch:

yes that's A SPIDER
it looks teeny because I took the photo from far away because there is zero chance that I am going near a spider so I took it at arms length while Tyrone went and got some paper towel to kill it with.
he didn't catch it right away and it proceeded to crawl over part of the couch and if that wasn't scary enough the place where it was hiding was right behind my head.
so now we have switched spots on the couch and Tyrone is playing Limbo instead while I blog because I've had enough scary spiders for tonight, thank you.
kids do stupid things
like put squares of gross processed ham over their faces and eat it off their face and talk about it.
did you ever eat that kind of ham? it came in those plastic packages and they were always really moist (hate that word) and slimy. where did my mom get them from, even? are they actually real ham?
anyway.
sometimes I wish I could go back to being a little kid so I could enjoy all the things that I was too busy being a stupid kid to appreciate. like not having to pay rent, buy and prep my own meals, pay tuition, etc. I decided to strik out on my own early, and I wish I'd spent more time mooching off my parents before I decided to be a big girl and move out on my own and have responsibilities and stuff.
the moral of the story is, school starts back up in two weeks and I'm stressed about it as per usual. I'd much rather be 6 years old sitting on the couch in my parents living room watching reruns of Arthur and eating ham off my face.
okay maybe not the ham, that's still disgusting. so gross!
Dear David Bowie

Okay well maybe not you. more like the time I spent living in this nothing town in Ontario with my ex when I really started listening to your music. I was 19 and I liked annoying him by playing 'Andy Warhol' over and over in the CD deck in his car. He'd try and put in Modest Mouse or something and I'd say "one more time!" and then it would turn into twenty.
one time we went on a drive and I had my iPod Nano
(did you have one? or are you too cool for that sort of thing?)
and I said "I made us this awesome mp3 mix for the drive and it was just 'Andy Warhol' on repeat.
it took him three loops to realize it wasn't on shuffle and replaying by accident and he didn't think it was as funny as I did.
I think you're clever and cool and really interesting to look at. I think if I ever met you I would throw up from nervousness, so that probably won't ever happen. sorry in advance if it does.
when I was young I was really into Nirvana and my favourite song was "The Man Who Sold the World" and even though I knew it was a cover I didn't listen to it for a long time
I don't remember when I first heard the original (yours) but I just remember being disappointed in it which in hindsight makes me feel bad because the Nirvana cover is still my favourite
it may have to do with my tween crush on Kurt Cobain
I liked your
which is why I will never get a job at American Apparel.
Rolling Stone says you're the 39th greatest artist of all time which is stupid because you're definitely cooler than the Everley Brothers and Smokey Robinson & The Miracles and you're possibly cooler than both put together.
but Nirvana is 27th and I can't argue with that, sorry David Bowie. we already went over my Kurt Cobain crush and his angst beats out your glam rock
but I still think you're neat.
your friend in the future,
Alyson S.