Monday, December 22, 2008

Freezing cold toes = mega buzz kill...

So Sandra, myself and a friend of mine/ours were at a concert last night downtown. Now this was not just any concert, oh no; this concert was the very essence of something that I have been waiting for some genius to come up with for AGES. For those of you who know things about Canadian music, the four bands that were playing were Sebastian Granger and the Mountains, The Dears, Tokyo Police Club and (wait for it...) METRIC. So, obviously, this should have been one of the most epic experiences of my life. Vancouver in general apparently had other ideas.

The first problem we had was that outside it was OBSCENELY cold yesterday, and inside wasn't much warmer. Apparently this was because the backstage doors were thrown wide... Fun. Second, this general coldness didn't really conducive of a very energetic vibe for the audience, so things were rather boring down in the front where we were. Mind you, we were off to one side, but even so. There seemed to be very little excitement throughout the audience in general. I think this was also because most people were just there for Metric, which, while understandable, kind of ruins it for the rest of us. Third, the opening band (Sebastian Granger and the Mountains) were really rather boring, plus one of them was going shirtless who Really shouldn't have been, so that was rather off-putting. All these combined meant that only once Metric came on was there any real energy in the audience, so up until that point it was not the greatest mood.

In any case, the last three bands all played excellent sets (although I did think the lead singer of The Dears looked a little predatory...) and performed well. I enjoyed myself for the most part, aside from this one guy near the end who decided it would be fun to a) practically crush me against a speaker and b) fart. And I mean REALLY fart, like, it was gross... But yeah, overall a good time. Great way to start off the Christmas run down.

And on that note, I'd like to wish everyone a Holly Jolly Christmas and a Happy New Year! ;)

Sunday, December 21, 2008


do you ever look back on something you wrote and just get astounded by your brilliance?
heres a blog i wrote a lonnnng time ago (like for the ollllld site) and never posted. enjoy!
p.s, this actually REALLY helped me because i've been looking for the name of that book for eons)

Well I do believe I’m somewhere on the cochalla (or however you spell it) so here’s my bloggggerz from the road! Aren’t u excited???
Ok well, first let me say a prayer.
Thank you, good lord for my ipod, laptop and mom’s generous visa allowance that I blew on itunes last night.
Ok. Now here is a list of fun things to do while stuck in a car with your parents who have manalo’s up their asses.
1. sing REALLLLLLY loudly when your dads making a business call.
2. Compile all the songs you know about suicide and sing them loudly. Watch parents whisper about sending you back to psychologists.
3. Sing the song that never ends. When they tell you to stop, switch the song that gets on everybody’s nerves. – classic.
4. Put your feet in the drivers face.
5. Give the people in the car beside you the finger. (especially fun if the people are old)
6. Make sarcastic comments about everything said by parents.
7. Read serious book (may I recommend king leopold’s ghost) and laugh really obnoxiously. Watch parents wonder if your becoming a sadist like older brother.
8. Play dope wars and yell “YAH GO COCAINE!!!” in random intervals.
9. Make screamo beats on garage band. sing them often.
got anymore?

Saturday, December 13, 2008

my life hath been ruined.

annie, i love you but you've ruined my life. i woke up at 5 am because i had to find out how the conversation between elizabeth and charlotte played out. 
which wouldn't have been so tragic if i hadn't fallen asleep at 4:30....
anyway, besides doing a lot of reading i've also come down with an outstanding case of writers block. i used to be a pretty good lyricist, but now nothings coming. it's like my body has some weird mental block that i just can't move past... 
i think i might actually need to see a doctor about this sleep thing....

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

One down, anyway.

Yesterday was (almost) the day from Hell, but I survived. And my reward is, even if my exams didn't go as swimmingly as I would have liked, I now have like three weeks to do whatever the devil I feel like. Times are good.

And for this reason, Sandy and myself are going to a play this afternoon! I'd look forward to a little overview of it if I were you! ;)

The other thing that's happening now that classes (and exams) are over is THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!!! :D It is definitely working its way into pretty much every thought that I'm having these days... Is it lame that an 18 year old still gets this excited about Christmas? I hope not... In any case, I do, so it can't really be helped. :P The problem is that the house has not yet been decorated (!!!). I really must get on that... Perhaps this weekend?

At the moment I am listening to Frosty the Snowman by Patti Page. Ain't Christmas the greatest??? :D

Saturday, December 6, 2008


I started writing a song, well, that was my intention. 
it turned into this: 

I know I am loved
I used to not believe, I was spoken to
People hate me for this love. 

Love is not hate, it is not jealous. 
Love is not selfish, love is kind. 
I know this, for I know I am loved. 

I am constantly under the spell this love casts. 
Like a prisoner that doesn't want to freed. 
I am happy. 

I distrust this love often, how can I be loved so greatly? 
I test this love
I shamefully do things I know will destroy this love. 

I am still loved. 

This love defines me. Above all, it is what I want to be known for. 
I don't want to be known for my hate and greed. 
I want to be known for sharing love, so everyone can love. 

Reach out to me. 
You will always see me. 
Love glows, love flickers. 
On the water those who are loved will shine forever. 


my body feels like it's crying. i want to sleep, but i can't. my mom is yelling at me for being unproductive and not doing dishes and i can't yell back because i can't talk about a squeak and even that feels like someones ripping out my vocal chords. 
i just want to lie on the couch and sleep all day. 
but i can't because i have dishes. 

Friday, December 5, 2008

A short rant...

Now I want you all to bear in mind that this is coming straight from the mouth of an English major.

This afternoon, the Ella Enchanted movie was on TV. I have seen it before, and it is fun, so I watched a bit of it before dinner and had a generally fun time; however, it got me thinking. There have been countless movies before it that gave me the same idea: why is it that Hollywood has to make movies from books that do a Horrible job of encapsulating the story, characters and issues of the plot, but are so much fun??? The latest version of The Importance of Being Earnest comes to mind (starring Colin Firth as Jack Worthing and Rupert Everett as Algernon Moncrieff — now, for those who don't know, this is quite possibly the single funniest play ever written and I highly suggest you read it). Now in this version of Earnest, just as in the Ella Enchanted movie, they've completely (though not as badly) mangled the script and chopped up the story line for the pure purpose of making it "Hollywood accessible" or some weak excuse like that. Ella Enchanted is even Worse; almost the entire plot of the film is made up, as are some of the characters, and even those characters who Did exist are forced to take on entirely different roles because of the warped story. Now, having said that, I do not exactly dislike the film... It's lots of fun at times. Being that this is not one of the movies I've basically memorized (and there are many) I can't give you an example, but it does have it's moments.

At any rate, my point is this: I always feel guilty about enjoying a movie that should make someone like me (who essentially worships books) cringe with disgust and leave after five seconds. The Harry Potter movies do make me do this often, but there is a certain amount of obligation there, so I sit through them anyway. So now that I feel guilty about it, and I've made my peace with my conscience, I'm going to go and watch the end of the movie (which I missed) on youtube. Ciao!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Hidey Doodey.

Hello world of blogging! This is all very new for me, so we're just going to play it by ear. Sound good? I hope so.

So. Let's start with my life.

Today. Today is a good place to start... I slept in a little bit this morning, which was nice. I should have spent the whole day studying for my French exam, but most of it was idled away on Facebook (of course). Also I did some knitting. Oh, man, I must tell you about my knitting.

Okay, so I am knitting my first pair of socks. Now you must understand that I come from a LOOOONNNGGG line of knitters (or at least, knitting women) on all sides of my family, so the fact that I'm only just taking it up is kind of incredible. However, sometimes these things take time, I suppose. In any case, I digress. I am finally learning to knit socks, and my Aunt gave me some marvelous sock yarn to start with. We are Very excited about this sock yarn. I'm nearly finished one whole sock and it looks Incredible. The main colour is red (and I mean REALLY red), but it's also got pretty much every colour in the spectrum in there in little splotches as well, so they're just totally rainbow. My cousin refers to them (accurately) as 'party socks'. The best part is that all the little splotches of colour are actually in the right order. I have a lot of fun with them, I must say. And I'm actually really enjoying the tiny gauge, it's very easy for my equally tiny hands to manipulate. I find that the bigger yarns tend to slip off of my hands...

So anyway, enough about knitting. Let's see, what else happened today... Oh yes, so while I was knitting I watched one of the greatest Christmas movies Ever to get myself into the spirit of the season; I am speaking, of course, of the Muppet Christmas Carol. For those among you who haven't seen it (and you really must rectify this), the movie stars all the usual suspects (i.e., Kermit as Bob Cratchet, Miss Piggy and Mrs. Cratchet, Fozzie Bear as Mr. Fezziewig (or Fozziewig, in this case) and Gonzo as Mr. Charles Dickens) and Michael Caine as Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge. Now, Michael Caine is without doubt (and the Globe and Mail supports me on this :P ) the Best Mr. Scrooge Of all time. He is so perfectly belligerent, I cannot begin to describe how perfect he is for this role. Absolutely amazing. And I love Gonzo as Dickens, what a great narrator he makes. The thing that I love about Muppet movies (and this is no exception) is that they invariably contain fourth wall breaks. I mean, Rizzo openly acknowledges the audience at least once, and refers to Gonzo out of character quite blatantly, plus there's Sam the Eagle's big slip while acting as Young Scrooge's teacher: "It is the American way!" you have to see the movie to get it, but it's really just a hoot and a half. Go check it out. 'Tis the season, after all.

And then of course, there was my French exam. We will not go into any real detail on this, I would prefer not to discuss such dreary things here. And so, I think it only right to close with a quote from Pride and Prejudice (the single greatest book ever written), to help you get to know me a little both because of the source and because of the quote itself: "There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."

introducccccccccing: ANNIE!

so i know your all probably terribly bored with me, so i'm adding the wonderful annie into the mix :D 
annie's like, my best friend, and shes crazy talented and crazy cool. anyway, i'll let her write for herself, and let all of ya judge her accordingly :P 

canadian politics just got entertaining.

so for those of you who don't keep up with Canadian politics, the conservatives won the election (yayy! now criminals might be in jail for more than 5 minutes!) with a minority. so, by my understanding of a democracy, that means they won and the rest should get over it, they lost. try harder next time. 
the last thing they should do is band together and try to overtake the people that won. 
like really, did my vote even MATTER?!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

a picture is worth a thousand words....

this was at the zoo. 
nuff' said.