April 2013
There aren't enough facepalms for how racist Brad Paisley is being right
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even if he says he's doing it accidentally
by writing a song about white guilt.
I can't believe that this is actually real.
Hip Hop Sunday #68 Wyclef Jean - We Trying to Stay Alive
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confession
I started doing Hip Hop Sundays
so that I could have easy
cop-out posts
on Sundays after I'd been out & up to no good
so I didn't have to use my brain waters
putting together a big-ass post.
today is one of those days
I'm glad I started it.
whew.
here's just a little taste of what I was up to last night
to give you some perspective:
yes those are people
dancing in their pyjamas
in a giant blanket fort.
hope your evening was equally as successful
and you're enjoying
your Hip Hop Sunday.
xox
got hit on in Value Village the other day
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dear friend John is having a party tonight which involved wearing pyjamas and playing in blanket forts and eating sleepover food. oh and drinking, of course, because that makes it acceptable for adults to do these kinds of ridiculous things.
which meant on thursday we went to Value Village with Kat & John and scoped out random clothes and also more blankets with which to make the aforementioned amazing fort.
at one point I went over to scope the book section as I usually do. I think all but one of my Margaret Atwood books have come from VV and a lot of other books in my library, too, so I always go over to scope out which books people don't want to read anymore.
so I round the corner walking with the kind of determination that you only get while in a store filled with people slowly walking with huge shopping carts and almost walk smack into this dude
oops
I apologize and step around him and start examining the 'literature' section because obviously that's what I read, right?
and I'm standing there surveying the books and you know that feeling you get when you know someone is looking at you? I'm getting that hardcore so I turn and look at the dude in the aisle with me with an espression I hope is conveying the following sentiment:
yeeeeeeeeeeeeees?
one eyebrow cocked and everything and sure enough he's looking at me and looks away and I look away because not it's extra-weird and he goes
you look really nice this evening
and runs out of the aisle.
which made it extra awkward when later on while looking through obnoxious suit combo outfits he came around the corner and we made eye contact and he ducked behind a rack of jeans to avoid me. awesome.
but Tyrone is playing Skyward Sword and we're both tearing up, so I'd better go before the waterworks turn on.
unrelated to my earlier story but this game is so sweet.
happy friday
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have some wine
have a greasy grilled cheese
and relax
(it's what I'm doing & I promise you it works)
it's the weekend, mofos.
enjoy it.
xox
pretended to be binary stars this morning
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over coffee this morning we checked out Google Chrome's 3D stellar neighbourhood which is the coolest thing ever.
as a part of our busy day it's always fun to bond over stuff on the internet and make silly remarks and learn a bit together before we part ways
usually it's some dumb image on reddit or a news article we're all fired up about.
today we were talking about binary stars and he took my hands in the living room and we spun around
smiling at each other
and after I went back to brushing my teeth and he combed his hair
we packed lunches and took out the garbage and said
goodbye.
but being a binary star this morning has had me smiling all day
and I need to say it, even though I try not to on the blog
I love you, Tyrone
thanks for being my primary star.
Sitting on a campus bench: a poem
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uncomfortable benches
in the lobby of Centennial Hall
people crammed together
on their smart phones
individual worlds.
heavy escalator traffic
going up
going down
am I late for class?
most girls wear their hair up
lululemon head bands
lululemon everything
nice bums.
oh hello
three piece suit guy
where did you come from
where are you going?
I'd follow you but
my legs hurt from my run
damn.
had a dream about classes ending last night
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and I always have weird dreams about school or vacations or my job or whatever I have looming right away in life.
in this dream I walked into my visual rhetoric class and my prof
-who of course isn't the actual prof that teaches the class because then it wouldn't be a dream-
was all
"okay we're going to have a term exam as well as the final exam so open yr books and two of the questions listed"
which honestly freaked me out (in my dream) because we hadn't been told about any term exam so I was freaking out a bit and my friend @JohnNorman was there and his wife also who is super smart and they both told me it wouldn't be an issue because I was smart, too.
except I didn't remember reading the books mentioned in the term exam questions
one of the questions asked about how the changing hairstyles of one of the secondary characters represented their internal conflicts (struggles?) and I was all
I have no idea how changing personal styles represent developing and resolving internal conflicts
wtf am I doing in university
and I was freaking out because johnny khemlab had already written two pages and I hadn't written anything yet and for some reason I was carrying around all these papers in my bag. like weird looseleaf pages from old homework and hand-outs and crap that I didn't need but had for some reason.
so I'm going through this huge pile of paper because I'm trying to find my lecture notes so I can answer these questions and not get an F on my term exam
stressing hard because it's almost the end of the term how could I be so disorganized and not be able to remember what the changing hairstyles mean at a critical moment?!
then the cats decided to walk on my face and yell at me which woke me up
so that solved that problem.
I also had another dream about a strange man who followed me around a scrapyard as I made art from sand but that's another story.
