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Do you know what it feels like, for a girl
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4am sat up looking out the window. Radiator was on so my legs were toasty but my middle was cool because the window was open. I made Ty sleep on the couch because the confusing cold/warm room and his snoring kept waking me up. I felt bad about it and made eye contact with a cat on a nearby rooftop that mewed in a way that it sounded like its tail was being pulled, but it wasn't. Does that mean anything in cat-speak?Went back to bed, eventually.
Woke up after dreams of Twitter and haunted houses and weddings and more ghosts to a shower and pancakes and a bad mood. It's hard to start your day off tired and even more so to not be a bitch about it. Sorry Ty.
It was sunny and beautiful when I walked into the stairwell. I love the way the sun shines through the old, rectangular panes of glass on the +12ft windows. I think if I weren't to live in a heritage building it would have to be a super-modern condo. Something with spectacularly large windows with either heated glass or windows with panes so old they looked wobbly.
Walked onto the street into a sea of green leaves; spring is here and everything is lush and budding and beautiful. I like the in-between seasons. Spring and fall, when things are changing.
I was busy following a squirrel with my eyes and simultaneously stepped in a puddle and tripped over a curb and fell flat on my face, but I didn't mind.
Funny how sun and the fading smell of rain can make all your grey feelings melt away.
what the fuck’s with everyone else?
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Hey... wanna see something gross?
Guess where THIS shiner is!If you guess correctly... I'll totally send you a postcard.
Dinner with my aunt from Toronto earlier this evening, gym and chillin' tomorrow (good, 'cause I need some rest).
Thursday Ty and I are heading to The Lo Pub to check out Shuttle.
I'm excited.
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline
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For those of you that don't know, Japan is one of my absolute dream vacation destinations. I'm blown away by how unique and different their culture is from mine and all the over-the-top and unique things you can find there.One of which I've been looking into (and getting excited about seeing someday) is the Ghibli Museum.
Most people know what Studio Ghibli is, but just in case you don't know they're the masterminds behind some of the best animated movies ever: Kiki's Delivery Service, My Neighbor Totoro, Princess Mononoke, Spirited Away, and many others ( Howl's Moving Castle is my all-time favorite).
Somehow it's managed to escape me that there's actually a museum dedicated to the Ghibli world, but it looks absolutely amazing:
Even the description of the place on the website is incredibly charming, I'd kill to go here.I'll drink it by myself
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Not gonna lie guys, today is stressing me out a little bit.It's always a dark day when money issues are the source of your stress; most of the time we can't really make more than we do, so it all boils down to having a tight budget and laying low.
Last night, however, was wonderful. I had the first real stretch of alone-time in weeks and decided to take some photos of the things that made me smile yesterday and (wouldn't you know it?) are making me smile now.
Sort of like I subconsciously knew what was coming, eh?
My bed. In all it's glory, with soft pillows and blankets. I had such a good sleep last night.
Breaking Bad. My new fav tv show, it's so good! Bryan Cranson is a total badass.
These obnoxious orange fake flowers I bought from Dollarama to brighten up my room.
This picture of one of my brothers and I when we were little.
Mmmmmm delicious late-night snacks. I've had grapes and cheese on the brain lately. Wow what would you know, I actually feel a bit better.
Things can only go up from here, right?
Goooooo Tuesday.
Who's gonna save me from myself?
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Saturday marked March of the Robots 2010.In which -you guessed it- a bunch of us got dressed up as robots and went on a pub crawl.
Ty and I went straight streampunk stylez- complete with articulated wings for me, and a working smoke-stack for him.
The beginnings of an epic evening.It takes more balls than I think people realize to do something like this; I get the impression it's a bit easier to swing in a larger city but stuff like this doesn't really happen in the 'Peg so we were the subject of a lot of attention as we made our way around the city.
Fine with me!
Komus' Lira Lira BILLZ Bot.
The trick to a good costume is having a bottle of mix running up a tube for easy on-the-go drinking access. Unfortunately it generally makes for a short night; Ty and I were both in before 1am (whoops!).Good times, I can't wait for next year!
More pictures on my flickr here or give me the 'ol Add on FB to check out the whole batch.
We're hunting witches
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Today in the pocket of my blazer I found:A pack of matches from Kustom Kulture with four matches left.
My debit card that I thought I'd lost.
Three bobbi pins
A sticker with Bugs Bunny on it.
It poured on me all the way to the office this morning, but as I was waiting to cross the street at Broadway and Osborne I saw two worms hugging each other and it made me smile.
la joie de vivre
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Coeur de pirate || Ensemble from Dare To Care Records on Vimeo.
It's chilly and sort of rainy and I'm stuffed with food from the amazing Fort Garry Mother's Day Buffet, to which I took my mom for Mother's Day.
Also, my aunt from Toronto, Grandma whom I love dearly, and Dad were there also.
I love my family's values about some things; we all feel that dressing up doesn't happen enough so we dressed our Sunday Best for the brunch. I wore a lovely black-and-white dress and my super-comfy cork wedge sandals and curled my hair. My mom looked stunning, I wish she dressed up more often.
I tidied Ty's living room of all the scraps of crafting foam we've been mutilating for weeks for the March of the Robots which was last night, pictures of which will be here shortly.
Oh man, and from the Wine Festival too; I'm so behind on posting.
I re-discovered SARK today.
When I was living in Hamilton my ex and I briefly stayed with his brother and girlfriend in Brantford, Ont. and Holly introduced me to these ridiculous and brightly-colored books that I instantly fell in love with.
I'm a big sucker for feel-good messages, what can I say?
SARK has a journal which you can check out here.
I'm going to go dance.
Halo
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President Obama pokes fun of Jay Leo, Jersey Shore and others, and is generally fucking awesome.
Stop watching after about 15 mins or so, because that's when Leno starts speaking and it stops being funny at all.
Go Mr. President.
Get your sexy on
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Last week Gord told me that he hadn't been able to set up his account for automatic withdrawl because he hadn't had his checkbook on him.
No worries, I dropped off a check for the full amount and spoke to someone from our rental agency and instructed them to only withdraw the check, not the pre-authorized amount.
I spoke to someone at the agency. It was all good. I thought nothing more of it.
... So here is how today went:
Got to work. Worked a bit.
Thought "I should check my bank balance" and found out I'm in the negative.
I shouldn't be in the negative.
Look, and guess what. Both payments were processed.
Fuck.
Call Rental Agency, bicker. Bicker more.
Fax over copy of bank statement showing that, yes, they both went through.
Leave work.
Wait for the one bus that goes to the agency, board the bus.
Spend forever getting there.
Meet with woman. Deal with woman.
Get check from snotty receptionist.
Miss bus.
Walk for 45 minutes back downtown because it's faster and more efficient than transit.
Go to the bank to cash the check.
Realize I don't have my bank card.
Fuck.
Go home. Can't find bank card.
Fuck.
Book it to the TD on Portage and Main.
Get new bank card.
Deposit cheque.
Buy groceries from The Bay.
Book it home.
Have internet installed by prompt, friendly, cute Shaw Cable employee.
Eat a bagel.
Rest my sore feet and exhausted mind.
And I still have more running around to do.
Can someone carry me, please?
No worries, I dropped off a check for the full amount and spoke to someone from our rental agency and instructed them to only withdraw the check, not the pre-authorized amount.
I spoke to someone at the agency. It was all good. I thought nothing more of it.
... So here is how today went:
Got to work. Worked a bit.
Thought "I should check my bank balance" and found out I'm in the negative.
I shouldn't be in the negative.
Look, and guess what. Both payments were processed.
Fuck.
Call Rental Agency, bicker. Bicker more.
Fax over copy of bank statement showing that, yes, they both went through.
Leave work.
Wait for the one bus that goes to the agency, board the bus.
Spend forever getting there.
Meet with woman. Deal with woman.
Get check from snotty receptionist.
Miss bus.
Walk for 45 minutes back downtown because it's faster and more efficient than transit.
Go to the bank to cash the check.
Realize I don't have my bank card.
Fuck.
Go home. Can't find bank card.
Fuck.
Book it to the TD on Portage and Main.
Get new bank card.
Deposit cheque.
Buy groceries from The Bay.
Book it home.
Have internet installed by prompt, friendly, cute Shaw Cable employee.
Eat a bagel.
Rest my sore feet and exhausted mind.
And I still have more running around to do.
Can someone carry me, please?
Feathers of an arrow
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Every time I sit down my legs go whyyyyyyyAnd every time I walk around my legs go whyyyyyy
whyyyyyy are we moving why aren't you in a big bubble bath soaking us after such a physically challenging week of working and packing and working and packing and then running all over the place?
My reply is it's only Friday and half a work day is left and after that you need to carry me to Tavern United with co-wokers to bid farewell to the lovely Mariah and have pints and probably calimari and maybe a salad, we'll see.
The original plan was to sit on the rooftop patio but it's raining outside so the that isn't an option so we'll grab a booth somewhere and get served by cute girls.
I believe they wear plaid skirts there.
If there are I will take a picture for Tony in his honor.
