| Make a Hockey-Lovin' Face at Scotiabank Place! |
[07 Apr 2010|02:22pm] |
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So, I'm watching the latest episode of 30 Rock, and within the first scene, we find out that Danny (a Canadian character) is nominated for a Juno (which nearly had me shitting my pants with pride/embarrassment). Then he says that he was nominated for recording the Ottawa Senators' "psych-up" song.
Immediately cut to Danny on the jumbotron wearing a Sens jersey, in front of a Canadian flag singing
The crowd's getting loud
Scotiabank Place
Make a hockey-loving face
at Scotiabank Place
I nearly died. It's like a small percentage of the world knows my team exists? Or something? Why am I so proud? It was awesome.
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| Which Is Something Elephants Also Do. |
[28 Jan 2009|04:16pm] |
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I'm still at work right now and I'm feeling very emotional. I usually go through months of ups and downs, and having just gone through a summer of fabulous joy and exultation, I am now entering a winter of darkness. The fall was ambivalent. Ha.
This usually hits closer to the holidays... Winter is never a good season. Granted, it's gorgeous and all that, but with the lack of sunlight, the holiday eating (I haven't put on any weight this year, thank goodness, but we'll touch more on this in a moment), my inability to go running during this season, and especially with the bus strike this year and not being able to go anywhere, it's no surprise my good mood is failing. I feel like a big, fat slug. I want to lose forty pounds, which I tried to do last year to no avail and I'm having trouble motivating myself. I feel really unattractive, so I want to lose weight, but because I feel so unattractive, I can't motivate myself. I just get depressed and want to eat a bunch or sleep for days. It's not helping my sluggish feelings.
Furthermore, I feel like I've lost a bunch of friends. I haven't been the best at keeping in touch with people and quite fairly no one has really made any effort to keep in touch with me. I feel that I should maybe reach out to them, those crazy kids that they are, but I definitely would feel awkward about it. It's a sticky situation.
I also feel like the relationships I have with the people at work are not, nor were they ever, as strong as I thought them to be. Several times a day, I feel neglected or abandoned by people who I thought maybe had even the slightest interest in my well-being... That sounds really complain-y and down on myself, and I don't mean it to. It's a simple fact that I have invested more emotionally in them, than they have in me (which is usually the case with new relationships with me). I guess my caring for them sort of tricks myself into thinking that they care an equal amount for me, even when they have no obligation to do so. It is entirely not to be expected of someone, I'm just weird and like people too much.
Still, it's sort of depressing when I get rejected, even a bit, or am ignored throughout the day for no reason. I have trouble doing that to people, unless I genuinely am busy, and so it's... It's just something about which I have to be rational, but my first instinct is to become upset. It's really unfortunate.
I want to be skinny.
Still, I'm trying to remain as positive as possible. Nobody likes someone who is cranky, or depressed all the time. I really do need to let things roll off my shoulders. I'm trying. I really am. I'm making a concerted effort. And who knows? The sunlight's lasting longer each day, I'll be able to go running in probably two months... I can always bike (although it's hard to get access to the stationary bike on weekdays) and if I just commit myself to eating less, I'm sure even that will make me feel better.
I just need to concentrate on good things, is all. That's not so tough.
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| Well, It Was a Little Different. |
[06 Jan 2009|04:34pm] |
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I had a dream the other night that I was having sex with one of my coworkers, while feeding him a ham sandwich.
What is up with that?
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| Oh Dear Jesus |
[31 Dec 2008|08:31pm] |
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Why do I make promises on the day when I'm least likely to keep them?
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| Say A Word Out of Line... |
[12 Dec 2008|06:01pm] |
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My precious Barenaked Ladies show has been postponed, because Ed's mum is sick...
I don't like this.
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| I'm Pretty Sure I Can't Draw Dignity. |
[28 Nov 2008|04:53pm] |
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I'm pretty happy, I think.
Some minor setback, every now and then... but mostly, I've been feeling really good. I think people may actually enjoy my company.
I don't know how I managed to get mustard on my bed spread.
I'm sleepy AND hungry. Oh my.
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| BOTH of the Mulligan Twins... |
[25 Oct 2008|04:09pm] |
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Well, gosh. I am just plum confused lately. Can't figure a single thing out. I've been told one thing, shown another... Frankly, if things get any worse, I will no doubt catch a case of the dizzies and collapse right here! Of course, I am lying down so the effect would be mostly lost. But it could just as easily happen later when I'm standing.
I bought Barenaked Ladies tickets for December 13th! They're playing the NAC, which is quite expensive, so I'm offering up a ticket to anyone who wants to go tax free! That's still $73, but since I paid $175 for two tickets after taxes and online service charges, it really is a deal. The thing is that Matt has said he'd really like to go, but I haven't heard a solid yes on whether or not he'll pay me the money and Carly has said she'd go if no one else will, even though she'd rather NOT spend the money... so if I find someone who's dying to go and has cash available now/soon... Yeah. There's a good chance you can have the ticket.
I know what you're thinking, "why did she buy tickets if she didn't have anyone to go with?" And, well, I'm going regardless and wanted the best seats I could get. They're also pretty darn good. Fourth row, a few seats from centre, Steve side. They can be seen here. It would be a shame for me to go alone.
In other news, I went to the Senator's game last night and must say the third period was incredibly exciting. They nearly made a stupendous come back. I was disappointed when they didn't, but at least they regained some of their dignity. I hope they do well this year and I'd like to note that I was a little disappointed Coach Bombay didn't show up.
I also had to go to work today, seeing as I, well, volunteered. Ha. I bussed an hour and a half in the rain, only to find out the server had been down for three hours. I stayed for twenty-five minutes before getting sent home. I still get paid for at least three, though, so that's nice. Then I bussed home in the pouring rain for another hour and a half. Yikes! Oh well. Matthew was lucky enough I let him know that he shouldn't come in, before he even woke up apparently. So, not only did he sleep in, but didn't have to go out in the rain at all. I find this highly unfair.
Finally, I'm going to soothe my aching head and confused heart with gobs of new underpants. Far, far too many underpants...
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| Giraffes Make the Best Presents |
[11 Oct 2008|02:42pm] |
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Proper Vomit Etiquette
1. If you know ahead of time that you will be vomiting and make it to the bathroom with time to spare, close the door so that persons in neighbouring bedrooms do not have to listen to you puke.
2. If you have vomited (no matter how loudly) and are aware that you will not be vomiting again for some time, flush the toilet and remove yourself from the washroom. This allows other persons in the house to use the washroom for showering, brushing their teeth and putting in their contact lenses.
3. When exiting the washroom in which you have just vomited, be sure to wipe down the toilet seat so that it is devoid of splatter and make sure to open a window to dissipate any foul odors that may emanate from your bile and stomach's contents.
Remember, kids, if you follow these simple rules, you can keep others in your house from feeling just as sick as you. And as always, not getting blackout drunk until 8:00 in the morning is just one of the ways you can avoid barfing your liver out on any given day.
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Moving on.
So, my head is swimming in confusion. What is happening? Where I am I? Who do I trust? And, most importantly, what do I say to sound as witty and winning as possible?
Furthermore, how does one move on from something which they are thrown into every day regardless and now have to act like nothing's happening, when there is more turmoil and chaos than ever? What does one do? Slay the dragon outright and have the blood spilled upon the peasants? Or do I join the Nazi party instead, destroying the lives of so many innocents? Or, do I just kiss the princess only to have her wake up and tell me she was having a nap, not under some witch's spell and now she's pressing charges?
It's all very confusing. I think I have my lines crossed, a little bit and my mind can't seem to figure out what it wants to do, so it jumps from one idea to another. On the plus side, this has induced hallucinations and a feeling of delirious euphoria.
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| No Matter How Crazy You Are... |
[06 Oct 2008|04:30pm] |
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There's always someone crazier.
Here I am, listening to this NQ Arbuckle song, that is absolutely fabulous and on the one hand, I identify with it and on the other, it makes me feel so sane.
( Sun's Hanging Low )
I saw a deer on my way to work today. It was splendid.
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| Oooooooooooooops... |
[05 Oct 2008|01:25pm] |
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Well, that was stupid. And hilarious. Gah, what the hell? Who sticks to dumb rules like that? What kind of bullshit is this? Why did my ego need yet another heart-destroying blow? Why, I ask you? I'm nearly certain I didn't deserve it.
Though, I have to admit, it was kind of a hilarious situation. And the thing is, he knew the WHOLE TIME. The whole time!! And didn't say anything or stop me. Just waited for me to make an ass of myself and laugh at me. Real nice guy... So funny, though. Heh. Oh well. I think that, in a way, this has shown me that my destiny is already mapped out for me and I just need to follow my initial instincts. Because it will always end the same way.
I would like a juice box, please.
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| I've Fallen Off the Internet for Two Whole Days! |
[27 Sep 2008|09:29am] |
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Just a quick update before I go running!
Firstly, work situation still sucks. Hate it. But, I figure, it gives me more incentive to bring e'ybody out drinkin' on Fridays (which we did last night!), so that's a plus. I would much rather drink with Andrew, Andrei and a bevy of others than work with them.
My Natalie Dee/Married to the Sea shirts came on Tuesday! Just in time for me to wear "Thank God It's Wednesday!" to work and get all sorts of compliments. I am currently wearing "Jesus Christ, I'm a lion! Get in the car." And will probably wear it out shopping today, 'cause it's awesome sauce.
Furthermore, to touch on something I'd mentioned earlier, I went out with some work people last night. It was good times, I enjoyed seeing some friends who I basically never see anymore because they're across the office and are never going to make a concerted effort to come see me and I just don't feel like getting up sometimes. Also, Julie showed up! That girl really is a lot of fun. Our crowd thinned throughout the evening until around 11:30 when Andrei, Union Zach, Andrew and I all left Zack's apartment to go to see the 'rippers (and not Jesse and the Rippers, which I believe would have been far more arousing for me) at Barbarella's Cabaret, as Andrei had never been to a strip club. It was okay. Mostly I could have danced better than at least 60% of them and now really want a stripper pole in my house so I can practice my more advanced moves. They all had much better legs than me, though... So I am jealous. And they were all wearing the exact same pair of shoes... which led me to wonder where all these women are getting these eight inch spike heels with four inch clear platforms on them? If they buy in bulk, do they get a discount?
Also, I'd like to note that I had way better boobs than all of them. Like, if I'm'a get fake tits, I'm gonna go for something that at least LOOKS like it could be real. And possibly ones that move, if I can afford it. So, if nothing else, it didn't make me feel TOO fat and it made me love my boobs. Plus there was one dancer who actually did a very good job and as such, I feel I almost got my money's worth.
Well, at least it's a story to tell the gran-kids.
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| Ron Paul Drives the 116 |
[22 Sep 2008|04:45pm] |
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I'm reasonably sure that's true. Faye will tell you... is that bus driver man in the mornings not Ron Paul? Is he NOT? No, I didn't think so.
Secondly, they moved me at work again. I've gone from being in my joy bubble, between Faye and Matthew to sitting at Julia Island half a world away. They moved me to the far corner of the room across the hall to the desk in the corner with its back to the rest of the room and not next to any other desks. They've assured me it's simply because they only have so many desks, but why bother moving me in the first place? Put one of the people who came up from downstairs at that desk and put me the hell where I was.
They moved Faye out of the room, too; however, SHE was fortunate enough to get placed next to Sarah. What the fuck is that? I wanna be placed next to Sarah! I wanna be placed next to Faye!!
Matt is staying in the same room, along with Richard. Those fucks. I'll just have to terrorize them when I go on break. Gosh. I never thought I'd miss Richard so much, but even HE would be better than no one... I could cry. I almost actually did today. I LOVED coming into work and chillin' with my homies. It made the job bearable. Now I have NO homies with which to chill! We'll have to get the gang out and about together more often. I totally lost work friends at Farm Boy when shit got moved around. It shan't happen again!!
I really don't want to have to sit here for four months, which is how long I was at my last desk. Also, Matt Prime showed me to my desk and was just... Oh, the look on his face. He apologized and it sounded like he was consoling me for having lost a child. He honestly got how upset it made me, maybe even over-estimated it and just... Could not offer enough condolences. Hilarious. If I hadn't been in such a bad mood, I would have laughed.
So I complained all day about how upset I was (Rello's was out of chocolate milk, too. COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?), so tomorrow I have to be a shining star of happiness and glee. Ugh, fuck I don't want to have to iron my pants for tomorrow. But I need to be happy... Well, shoot. What am I gonna wear tomorrow? All my clothes are so casual. Dress pants and what? I wish I had more sweaters. Blar.
Edit: I would eat balogna until I died.
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| That's What I Breathe! |
[21 Sep 2008|07:48pm] |
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Okay, must find some way of losing drastic amounts of weight. This is ridiculous. Particularly from my face. What is up with that? How come I have such a chubby face? Nobody in my family does and nobody I know short of those who are obese have faces that carry this much weight.
Also, may be forced to kill a member of my family. Won't tell you which, but it'll just be when I snap one day, which I can feel happening soon.
Golly, I am in a BAD mood. I wish I was more photogenic.
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| Two for You, None for Me. |
[17 Sep 2008|04:39pm] |
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Kay, this is bullshit. Isn't their some sort of default clause? Surely by now, I've earned at least one! One!
I'm pretty sure this just means that I'm fucked for the rest of my life. Old Maid forever. I'm gonna get some cats.
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| What Is This, 1901? |
[10 Sep 2008|08:06pm] |
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So, I have Strep Throat. Again. Twice in just over a month, that's not at ALL unpleasant. The best? the drugs I'm taking are making my mouth taste all metallic and crap. Actually, that is probably the best part. Everything else is gross. Seriously? Last time, it hurt a lot more, but at least it wasn't so gosh-darn disgusting. When I wake up, why is my tongue HARD? Ewwww. I want to stop being sick nownownow. Because this is the grossest illness I've yet to suffer since I threw up twelve times in one day.
I also have been sort of sore and coughy for... Well, since I was sick in August. I just want to be well so that the boys are willing to touch me again and I can slut it up like I used to. Instead of, you know, grossing them out with ye olde hack'n'cough. I miss slutting. I'm so good at it. I'd also like to note that I'm currently missing Mike Evin playing in Montreal tonight. So, for those of you who've been keeping tabs, that's:
August 1st - Backstreet Boys Concert - Strep Throat
August 18th - Mark Berube show - Debilitating tension headache
August 28th - Wicked at the NAC - Massive head cold (went anyway, suffered for it)
September 10th - Mike Evin show in Montreal - Strep Throat. Again.
I have Gerry Dee and Margaret Cho & Liam Sullivan in October. Let's see what my body decides to do to me then.
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| I Don't Collect 'Til the End of the Month. |
[31 Aug 2008|05:02pm] |
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So, I went to Cora's this morning for brunch with people from work. It was hilarious. Zack talked about the drunk idiots and crackheads that run around outside his apartment. Then he said I would come home to find my dog had mysteriously drowned. He has a weird sense of humour... It was funnier when he said it, though I scolded him for even saying such a thing.
I got the 1990's Harvest, over easy. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. But I think I'll get the Eggs Ben et Dictine next time. I recommended that one to Faye... I hope she liked it. FAYE, DID YOU LIKE IT? I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. I ALWAYS LIKE IT. SO I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT, OKAY? I always really like that one. And the Buckwheat Blessing. Yeah, it's not like I have the menu memorized (oo, alliteration).
Afterward, Matt and I went shopping. I dragged him to the Coach store and then to Sephora, where he smelled me after I tried on $95 perfume (Giorgio Armani - Armani Code for her. Delicious. I may like this better than the Dolce & Gabbana - Feminine. HHHHHHHH.) and then I tested $30 lip gloss. W00t! Sephora is great, 'cause I get to try out all sorts of stuff I will never buy. Maybe.
I'm also getting close to the end of The Time Traveller's Wife. It's pretty good, but it just makes me so darn emotional. I laughed at one line in it today, and then by the first word of the next sentence, I had burst into sobs and the pages were soaked with my tears. It's quite intense. I can also feel the climax coming, and I know it's going to wreck me emotionally. I know I'm just gonna bawl over it. I can feel it, but it's a good story and I'm enjoying it. All romantic and still straightforward and not too gushy.
I need an emery board and my dog is very fragrant... I like the smell of dog, because I love the dog. It's nice.
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| Performing Tricks for Tourists, then Throwing Up His Meal |
[22 Aug 2008|08:42pm] |
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So apparently my good ol' stalker saw me from afar at Blair station recently. I know this because he tried to add me to Facebook. Three times, in fact, before I saw the 'Block this person' function. Thank goodness for that, because the messages he was sending me were getting increasingly creepier. Like, this person cornered me and molested me in a stairwell, then I proceeded to yell at him and never be caught alone with him, and in fact never walked the hallways alone. Like, when I shout "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!" at you repeatedly, is that not a sign that I don't want anything to do with you?
Though, I suppose it's his stick-with-it attitude that makes him a stalker at all, just... gah. He sent me a message saying he saw me at Blair the other night, but didn't come to say hi because I was far away and with a friend (thank goodness for Carly). This obviously makes me uncomfortable, because I didn't imagine I would have this problem over a year later. What an unfortunate occurernce.
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