April 2011

We'd build a tree fort in our yard

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If you don't live in Canada you might not know we're in the middle of a Federal Election right now.

One of the party leaders is the New Democratic Partys Jack Layton, who I think is fabulous.

Not just because he's a great public speaker, got drunk at The Olympics with his wife, rides his bike to work every day and is all-around awesome

but he also knows how to poke fun at himself


personally I'd prefer a Prime Minister who isn't a sociopathic robot.

 

Late at night the feelings rise to the surface

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Ty commented yesterday that we don't use our living room anymore and I guess that's true.

In the past few weeks we've eaten dinner in there once, watched one awesome movie, and I defragged for an hour playing Fallout: New Vegas.

Right now is the season of six-to-eight-hour sessions glued to our respective computers.

He's working on visuals for the shows he's VJing at this month and I'm hammering, hammering, hammering away at this ridiculous Philosophy paper.

I'm at 10 of my required 12 pages but after seven hours of writing and referencing and cross-referencing Kierkegaard and Camus I've moved onto Sartre and my brain is mush.

I'll go over 12 pages for sure but I might loose my sanity in the process.

Two exams to go.

Then I am getting really, really, shitfaced drunk.



 

You make my dreams come true

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I'll tell you guys a dirty little secret of mine:

I'm the worst for getting my hair cut. It grows really quickly and I always need to get so much cut off and trimmed and it's such a hassle that I always push the envelope until my hair is out of control.

Luckily for me last week WagJag Winnipeg had a sweet deal for a wash, cut, style, highlight, deep conditioning treatment and manicure for a steal at fabulous VIXIN Salon and honestly I couldn't say no.
Let's just put it out there: the aesthetic of a salon is really important. I've gotten haircuts at some less-than-stellar locations and let me tell you, appearances aren't deceiving! Needless to say I was impressed with the way the salon looked from the start.

There was even a super-cute little Shi Tzu puppy running around -adorable!
Since I'm bad (student poor) and dye my hair straight black all the time obviously I wasn't getting any highlights, but they were sweet enough to re-dye my hair a gorgeous, shiny new ebony black for me -thanks ladies!

My stylist was unbelievable, she was so perky and chatty and really made the experience so much better, honestly I'm super neurotic and getting my hair cut really stresses me out, but she made it such a great experience and didn't even judge me when my eyes had an allergic reaction to my contact solution while I was there!

She dyed me and cut my hair like a pro, totally ignoring the fact that I looked like some sort of red-eyed monster the whole time. I wish I'd snagged her name but I think she gave me the wrong card (if you read this, hit me up with your name doll!)

Anyway, due to my dye issues and the fact that I love my longer hair, there wasn't much in the way to be done other than pamper myself and enjoy it.

However, I did make one slight adjustment:
Bangs!

I haven't had bangs like these in ages! Looking at that photo I feel very Gage-esque with them!

Needless to say it was a great experience, and a great way to wrap up my week in a Friday before going out with my friends. Unfortunately the manicurist was gone by the time my hair was done, but now that just means I get a free one when I go back -success!

Thanks again to WagJag for the sweet hook-up, I'm loving these On The Cheap promotions!

 

Eyes wide open

- by admin

Hitler can't get Folk Fest tickets from Ryan Helbren on Vimeo.

One of these years I'm going to get my shit together and actually go to Folk Fest.

Until then, it's just me and Hitler freaking out.

 

It's like ten thousand spoons

- by admin

I had an exam today so I found myself a quiet spot to hang out and cram Sociology into my head for 5hrs before I had to go write that ish.

And halfway through this chick comes and sits on the edge of my table

and starts talking to this dude as though I'm not clearly sitting there and studying

but I'm not rude and they were just chatting so I kept on recopying my notes on Max Weber for the zillionth time and trying to block 'em out with Beck

it was working, until this prof came up and said

OH HEY CLAIRE CAN I ASK YOU WHAT PROGRAM YOU WERE USING TO ACCESS THE WEBSITE LAST WEEK?

and she says OH I WAS USING FIREFOX WHY WAS THERE A PROBLEM?

and he says WELL I WAS JUST ASKING BECAUSE OF well you get the point they started all yell-talking and I'm sitting there surrounded by my papers and textbooks and cups of coffee thinking

can't these people see that I'm studying here?

so I take out my earphones and stare straight at the prof and he keeps looking at me and just going on talking using a volume usually restricted to rock concerts and finally I say

um... excuse me, I'm trying to study for my exam

and I'm getting the stink-eye from all of 'em as they walk away

because studying in a post-secondary institution is apparently unheard of.

 

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