Look Up. Way Up.

Things were mildly terrible again at work today. I've just decided to not talk to anyone more than is necessary. I'm just going to become an office hermit and not go to people's offices. If someone wants to find me, they know where I am. Isn't that sad?

Had lunch with McD today. It was nice. We went to Siam, which if you haven't been there, contains some of the hottest food I have ever eaten. We were both kind of choking it back, laughing it off, but when we left both talked about the insane heat throb that was our tongues. He might be moving to California apparently. Jealous. We discussed him becoming a beach bum. ALSO, we played the fourty-three million dollar game (i.e. what you would do if you won a million dollars) vs. the genie game (i.e. what would be your three wishes).

Tonight we're going out for fishbowls and mayhem. Stay tuned for hilarity. I haven't drank in a very long time. Well, except for a couple of weeks ago when Aimee and I went to OHanlon's for supper, but that doesn't even count because I only had two drinks.

On a side note: Eight ounces IS a hell of a lot of froyo. I nearly fell out of my chair at my desk when I read that. Too funny.

Wuh Wuh Wuh Work.

I have hated work the last couple of days.

Reasons Why "Suzie" Is Certifiably Crazy:
1. Yesterday she printed out an entire 2008 calendar and then left it on my desk.
2. My phone list kept disappearing last week. I asked her if she had been taking them and she said no. Then she left her binder on my desk today and I found FOUR OF THEM all nestled in with her crazy notes.
3. She has a moustache.
4. She keeps complaining at the length of my lunch. If my lunches weren't the length that they are, she would be out of a job.
5. Aside from being crazy, she's also really stupid. She literally taped a little sign to my desk that says, "Answer the phone Good morning, Good afternoon. Depending on time of day".

BAH! I'm going crazy!

On a more positive note. I thought through some stuff today and I'm going to do it. That's right. I'm going to go there, and do that thing that I've been thinking about doing. Excitement!

To downplay the craziness of this post and to make it a little more bearable for anyone who doesn't want to hear about my problems, look how cute my dog used to be!

Too Much Epic For One Weekend.

Sam: It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.

Fuck I'm a nerd.

Thursday, Friday, Geekday, Sunday.

World's Biggest Nerd Award goes to: Me.

Yesterday, instead of going out in the harsh winter night I stayed in... to watch mass amounts of Lord of the Rings. It was epic.

Things I Forgot about Lord of the Rings:
1. Aragon is hot, but only when he's being Strider.
2. I hate Frodo Baggins. I feel for him... but I hate him.
3. Christopher Lee is a frightening, frightening man.

I'm going to finish watching the trilogy today.

Things I Should Be Doing Instead:
1. Going to the gym.
2. Doing the dishes.
3. Anything else productive.

Three Reasons.

To Never use candles in the bath tub:
1. You light your hair on fire.
2. You light your hair on fire.
3. You light your hair on fire.

I lit my hair on fire the other day in the bath tub. It was more of just a sizzling than a full on flame, but regardless, it made a scary noise, a bad smell and some of my hair had blackened ends. I've since taken to leaving the candles on my counter.

The Wind Whispers Her Name.

Alanna is the best cousin a girl could EVER have.
Her brain is likened to a young Einstein's.
She is all kinds of beautiful and her hair is like waterfalls.
Even when Alanna farts she smells like a million dollars.
She had a tiny dog before it was even cool to have a tiny dog.
When I think I'm going to cry, I just look at a picture of Alanna and instantly feel better.
She's the only woman who can talk about peeing poop and still be classy.
Once when she was standing in the yard she held out her arms and all the woodland creatures came to her. Sparrows flanked her arms and deer fashioned a bed for her out of only the softest leaves and twigs.
Alanna is synonymous with several things, including (but not limited to): beauteous, gracious, masterful, all knowing, witty, loved.
Alanna has never told a lie. She is too pure.
She's really a modern day Mother Theresa.
But the best thing about Alanna is her buns. You go where ever you want to with that one. They're delicious.

My Week. A Review.

I stayed home from work too much.
I watched too many episodes of Gilmore Girls.
I drank too much before the hour of 10 p.m.
I gave all my money to these two homeless guys that were working the same stretch of street. One saw me give the other money, so I couldn't not give the other guy money too.
I ate a LOT of stew.
I baked cookies.
I loved Eric Bana. It was weird. I'm now excited for Time Traveller's Wife to come out.
I rode a bus to the end of the line.
I heard a lot of sex talk.
I watched too many romantic movies, or movies that I misconstrued (on purpose) to make them romantic.
Everyone kept ditching me in my dreams.
I didn't get enough sleep.
I got too much sleep.
I listened to The Kinks a lot.
I listened to Cause=Time a high number of times.
Upon a couple of relistens I think I'm disappointed in the new Coconut Records album. Maybe not. I'll give it time.
I ate cold cookies out of my car for breakfast this morning.
I listened to candy music because sometimes you HAVE TO.

Dancin' over here, fightin' over there.

I downloaded two CD's today. I paid for one, I pirated the other. One should be embarassing but isn't and the other one is just awesome.

Coconut Records pumped out another record called "Davy" and it's super duper. I've only listened to it once through because I've been too busy grooving to my other CD... David Lee Murphy. I don't care what anybody says, that man rocks my country ass. I really loved him when I was little, but I didn't think he would hold the test of time. Boy was I wrong. Like a fine wine he just gets better with age. That's a David Lee Murphy reference by the by.

I stayed home sick from work again. I shouldn't have, but I did. It's minus 9,000,000 outside and my car wouldn't go and I still sort of had a headache, and I made the silly mistake of opening a yogurt this morning, so I was pretty much in for the day.

I LOVE DAVID LEE MURPHY. So much it hurts. I remember my brother and I were driving home from Yorkton right after he got his license. We cranked Out With A Bang the whole way home and made up all of these dance moves and stuff. It's one of my favorite memories. So all of you can keep your David Lee Murphy hate eyes to yourself. Thank you!

Mr. Rogers is colour blind. Was? Is he dead?

I've just been having the best week ever.

On Friday I went to Jenn's party which I wasn't going to go to because I hadn't been feeling well, but ended up going to because Aimee pulled me out of the house. We played the Game of Things which was SO much fun. Fran and Kristy were there which was loads of awesome because we don't get to see them very much. We all made plans to go to trivia at the pub on...

Sunday night. Our team name was "My wife can't wrestle but you should see her box." Apparently we got the biggest laugh for our name, I wasn't there at the time when they called because I was off talking to Thomas. Anyway, a bunch of people from high school days were there. Lindsay, her boyfriend Chris, Julie, Fran and Kristy all came. We actually tied for first place the first round and then slowly made our way down to fourth. However, we won a shot round which was nice. It was actually a nasty shot. Maybe Jag? I'm not sure.

Tuesday night we all met up again to go to SUE JOHANSON! You know.. the late night sex talk lady. She was AWESOME. I had such a good time. Also, very informative. She talked for about an hour and forty-five minutes, but I could have listened to her all night. I've never seen a woman grab herself so many times! After we left there we went to Bonzinni's where I attempted to eat a basket of the hottest wings ever. I triumphed for the most part.

It's A Great Day For America Everybody...

Wikipedia Trail:
Mr. Rogers
Mr. Dressup
Mr. Robinson
Ricky Gervais
Keith Harris
Extras
Mockumentary
The Big Tease
Craig Ferguson
Betty White. It always comes back to Betty White. I find it slightly off that she hasn't aged since the 1989 Golden Globe Awards, but I guess that's just part of her mystique.

Anyway, Craig Ferguson is actually a really interesting guy. He had a band in the late eighties that was named "The Bastards from Hell" but they evenutally changed their name to "Dream Boys".

He was once in a play called "Bad Boy Johnny & The Prophets of Doom" but production had to be shut down when a group of irate nuns sent bomb threats.

He's an Admiral for the Nebraska Navy. But then again so are Jack Benny, Bing Crosby, Bill Martin and David Letterman.

If you have a chance you should definitely look up Boy Meets World on Wikipedia and read the column "6th Grade - 12th Grade". I almost peed my pants.

The Cheshire Cat Inn.

I went to the library at lunch and got a whole bunch of CD's that I'm really excited about. I found an old Laura Veirs that I didn't have, also got some Blondie, Kinks, Kate Bush, Dawn Landes and... Barenaked Ladies. Don't judge.

I got my GST cheque in the mail which was exciting because now I can pay the stupid government my back taxes. Isn't that fun.. and funny.

I had a musical flashback in my car with Franz Ferdinand. Ah, when times were simpler.

There is quite possibly nerve damage in my hand. Last night when I got home I had to kind of push my knuckle back into place and there was a loud popping sound.

Red Mittens.

Tonight was fun. I decided to make an appearance at Aidan's birthday and ended up staying most of the night.

-Saw old friends
-Resumed crush on one of said friends
-Talked to a Hungarian man who looked EXACTLY like Christopher Walken
-Yelled, "It's pronounced gouda at a bunch of Aidan's friends".
-Drank baby Guiness

Has anyone noticed how I've written a blog every day this year thus far! Crazy. I'm not even an interesting person, imagine if I was! Double post days! Triple post days!

Good night. That one shot went straight to my head and now I'm talking nonsense.

Also, look what Aimee did to my hand! I have bruised fingertips too.

Overdressed Brain.

I've found myself driving home the long way lately, so I can finish Damien Rice songs. I'm digging the Damien Rice of late. So much so, that I drive down scary deserted country roads to be in the car with him longer.

As much as I love writing in this blog, there are certain things that I can't write about. Today I stole a notebook from work and started a journal. I forgot how nice it is to just sit and write. With a pen and no screen in sight. Awesome.

Went for lunchings with Clair today. Now I want to eat a crate of spring rolls.

My dog has a french man's moustache.

Music? Declined!

Lately, since I haven't been riding the bus to work, I feel like I've sort of fallen out with music. Also, my iPod died so my music selection has been limited of late. Tres bummer-y. Make me mix cd's? Please?

On the plus side, today I purchased figure skates and went skating! It was fucking miserable outside and we didn't stay very long, but it was lovely. I forgot how much I love skating. I used to be good, however I don't think I was ever as good as Kenzie's mom.

Speaking of figure skating, when I was little I had this weird thing where I could watch figure skating for hours. Or equestrian. My mom taped a bunch of equestrian for me when I was sick one time and couldn't sleep. I just sat there in the dark under the blue glow of the television in awe.

If You Feel Like Lovin' Me

Bedside Table Contents (that accurately sum up my yesterday):
-two dirty bowls and one spoon
-box of alpha-bits
-first season of Gilmore Girls
-three scented candles and a lamp
-an elastic band
-book
-extra socks

Jazzy Ringtones, Chapped Lips and Sad Lyrics.

My favorite person of the new year, by far, is David Letterman. I was just watching some old segments and there was one with Paris Hilton after she was in jail. Funniest thing ever. He almost made her cry, which I was conflicted about, but it was still probably the funniest thing I've seen all year.
D.L. - Are you going to cheer up?
P.H. - Mmmhmm.
D.L. - I'll buy you a parakeet...

Favorite song of the new year: Ain't No Sunshine. The Bill Withers version. Alternately, I Second that Emotion by Smokey Robinson. OR Smile (Revisited) by Lily Allen. I've had the weirdest taste in music lately. I think I'm pregnant or something.

On a completely unrelated thought, I'm totally going to buy figure skates tomorrow so I can start skating during my ridiculously long lunch breaks. There's a rink twelve steps from the front door of my work. I'm excited!

Blog: Happy New Year Style

Resolution:
Be more gutsy.

Top 10 Things That Happened Last Night:
1. Being the only one able to throw ice down Kim's top.
2. Meeting some random at the bar named Isaac who was from Alabama and was here playing lacrosse. Everytime he saw me after he shouted my name. Cute.
3. Having a phone to text on. Yay.
4. Midnight kisses.
5. Girl kisses.
6. Kisses in the car.
7. Kisses under a sweater.
8. Bites.
9. Aimee's constant talk of making out. Thank you, it was funny.
10. Singing at the top of our lungs to Library Voices and getting looked at really bitchy-like by some girl, but not really caring.