Alligator tears spilled over you

March 8, 2010 - 7:01pm - by admin

Ty & I watched The Hurt Locker on Friday night and it was completely and mind-blowingly intense. I jumped up off the couch in shock several times and there were a few instances where we needed to pause the movie so we could gather our bearings and stare at each other in shock.

If you haven't see it, go do it right now.

Anyway.

This Finding A Place thing is harder than I'd anticipated.

Teaming up with a random girl maybe wasn't the bright idea I thought it was; or maybe it's just the girl, I don't know. I thought about replying to some guys' ads kicking around on the interwebz but I'm nervous about living with some creeper?

I'm just starting to feel like I'm the one doing all the leg work finding places and scoping them out and in return I get to hear about what she doesn't like about them and why we can't live there.

Sunday Ty came with me to check out another gorgeous place right near where I live (since she was at work and couldn't come) and he and I both fell in love with it's hugeness, giant living room with two bay windows and wood-burning fireplace, pantry, chalkboard wall and character-suite charm.

Unfortunately I've encountered a roadblock because she doesn't want to wait until May 1st and I'm thinking that a place like this for the price that it is doesn't come around all the time so let's just suck it up for a month and take this sweet place, since it's not like either of us need to leave where we are right this second.

I decided to be on-the-ball and submit my portion of the application so we could get first dibs, and it's in so I just need her (or someone else?) to submit theirs and we're set.

I just want to have this whole thing looked after so I can stop working so hard at it.

I keep getting knots in my stomach.

What should I do?

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I aim to break not one but all

March 5, 2010 - 11:28pm - by admin

There's a lot of stupid bullshit that's come about on the 'ol FaceBook since it started becoming a clusterfuck of Café World's, Farmville's, Mafia Wars and join-able groups for just about anything.

I didn't think it was possible, but I think it's hit a new low.

Has anyone else seen the group " Looking at your ex and realizing you’ve majorly upgraded"?

Is anyone else bothered by how disgusting and shallow that statement is?

This picture posted was what assured me that nothing but scrotes would feel empowered by joining a group like that:

How terrible is this?
Maybe it's just me, but being vile and cruel about someone you used to share your life with doesn't empower you, it makes you look like a piece of shit.

I think no matter what happens in a relationship, eventually being able to come to terms with what happened between you -thinking about things positively, being respectful towards the other person and learning from it- is a true sign you've moved on to bigger and better things in a constructive and mature way.

Joining a group like this just shows that you aren't over them at all.

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The waves go on and on

March 5, 2010 - 5:42am - by admin

Back to Old Blog template because I kept getting complaints that the html-based one I'd had made that I didn't know how to change, which didn't have archives that I didn't know how to add.

Whoops.

So back to Ol' Faithful.

Hope you guys can deal.

Moving on.

A few weeks ago I decided that I wasn't really making any headway financially with my current living situation and started looking for a roommate situation.

I checked out some places and was getting nowhere and found Shauna, my soon-to-be roommate and we've been checking out places together.

We might have found The Place.

I'll keep you posted.

Keep yr fingers crossed for me, guys & dolls.

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A modern way of letting go

March 4, 2010 - 4:09am - by admin

In order to avoid talking about some big, big news
which is a big part of the reason I've been blog-less lately
(don't wanna jinx it, babes!)
let's revisit Sunday when

Oh right
We totally won that gold medal in Men's Hockey!

Sry U.S.
well played though
seriously.
you guys had me genuinely scared for a while there.

But then we won and Ty, Will and I took our already half-cut selves downtown to celebrate.
Street hockey on Portage & Main.
People were still arriving when we left.

Honestly the "party" on Portage & Main was pretty underwhelming; Winnipegers were described in that terrible and pretentious movie as "sleepy" and it's pretty true. We seem to know how to party hard in small groups but fail at a lot of organized events.

Honestly, local stations were talking about a "big party" that was going to happen, and they could have really monopolized on it, people could have set up tents and beergardens and that shit totally would have flown but nobody got their act together and you know I don't have the gonads to organize something of that magnitude.

What to do? Head to The King's Head for moar beer.
We were joined by Dudek, Teri, Alex-Lee, and lots and lots of beer, chicken strips, fries and nachos.This is what the face of Drinking Since 2pm looks like.
Not bad, eh?
Obviously the closing ceremonies were on and we had to sit and judge watch them and I know that we're supposed to be uber-patriotic but couldn't we have found some better artists to represent us?
And why did Avril Lavigne have two songs while everyone else only had one???
How does that work.
You can read about some Adventures of Nickelback here
Do it, it's awesome.
Will hardly ever drinks and managed to keep up and not puke everywhere, I was pretty proud of him!
Oh ps Alex-Lee and Teri are engaged, peep that ring!!
I know, right?!

Congrats guys!

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It's been a long time since I've seen you smile

February 25, 2010 - 6:52pm - by admin

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Maybe he's been seriously hurt. Would that be worse?

February 24, 2010 - 6:29pm - by admin

I listened to an podcast episode of The Current podcastthe other day called "Native Panel" in which they discussed a bunch of issues pertaining to the Olympics, one of them being that they don't feel there are enough Native Olympic atheletes representing Canada, and that it's something we as a nation should be ashamed of.

I didn't think much of it until I got an email just now from an outraged work colleague encouraging everyone in my department to boycott tuning into the games because of this very reason.

There have been a bunch of back-and-forths with everyone cc'd on them with people arguing For or Against this idea and it's really causing a bit of a stir.

I don't get it.

Aren't the Olympics supposed to be based on skill and not on skin tone or ethnic background?

Who really cares about whether or not they're Native or Black or Hispanic or Caucasian or whatever as long as they go out there and do their best at what they're obviously one of the best at?

Besides Epic Beard Man would beat them all at everything if he weren't too intense for the Olympics anyway.

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If I was a tidal wave I'd wash this whole place clean

February 24, 2010 - 4:20am - by admin

Saturday mid-afternoon wanderings before the weather plunged us back into the deep-freeze and I forgot my toque this morning and almost got frostbite on my ears for like the tenth time this winter.
Is it time for spring yet?
My adventuring companion.

There's this really cool antique store right by Confusion Corner that I've never really had time to thoroughly explore due to their ridiculous hours. Who closes at 5pm, really?
I'm convinced Moarley would appreciate the tractor on this sweater.
Maybe not the sweater itself, but the tractor for sure!
I have a luggage fetish, it's true.
Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon!!!
Hello grade 4! You can bet I had a wicked collection of Sailor Moon trading cards, playing cards, action figures, movies, collections of taped episodes, posters and soooooo much more!

I genuinely would have bought this raincoat if it wasn't designed to fit a 4 year old and could cover my chest. Curse you bewbs!
Around the time I started losing my shit over Sailor Moon was when Ty drifted away from me as quickly as possible.
Does anyone know what this is?????
I couldn't get near it because of all the antique debris but I think it's some sort of beauty device based on the curler-like things on the end... but why are they attached to wires?!
I'm scared.
Diggin' the fake lobster plate.
Walks and gushiness happened, as per uje.
I get all my advice from a bandana'd dinosaur.

Oh and then we went to Mercato's for delicious Ethiopian On The Cheap!
Hello birthday party.

Things got hazy after that but here's a picture of the Sky Baklava that I made for Ty for his special 29th bday treat.
I hope when I turn 29 someone makes me a delicious desert coupled with a wicked line froma Patton Oswalt routine and subsequent inside-joke.

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Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know

February 23, 2010 - 7:03pm - by admin

I only have a few minutes left on my lunch
my Diet Pepsi in it's mnml can is nearly gone
and I fear that's the last of my energy today.

The problem with the best things in life is when they're less than stellar
it hurts
it destroys
till it kills.

(okay it doesn't do that but it might as well sometimes)

The trouble is
some days I can't see past my own ignorance and desires
I miss being 19 and knowing everything
life was simpler then.

Being a grown-up and admitting to your mistakes is a lot less fun.

Sometimes I wonder if things would be better if they were different
if I could have turkey melts for dinner every night
if I liked the taste of grape soda
if I didn't have to wear pants all the time
maybe life would be easier.

Or it wouldn't, and I'd have indegestion and a purple stain on my lips and cold legs in the winter.
and
I'd still be 'fessing up to being an idiot just as often.

Maybe things are perfect just the way they are.

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Walk away in slow-motion

February 22, 2010 - 6:57pm - by admin

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Leave the bourbon on the shelf

February 19, 2010 - 6:13pm - by admin

I definitely can't skate and I have a feeling that's why I'm so fascinated with people who can, in particular people who do it for a living and actually compete by sliding around on little blades and even do flips and spins and can stop without having to slam into something or fall down like I have to do.

Because of this, one of the few things I like about the Olympics is getting to watch all the gay men and petite ladies gettin' their balance on.

And I sure do like watching totally ridic, PETA-upsetting over-the-top Johnny Weir.

He may have skated to Lady Gaga earlier this year
(which you know totes wins my heart)
but his Olympic performance is definitely my fave hands-down.

For patriotic reasons I can't root for the US but... seriously.
Wow.
Shame he only got 5th.

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