The Dream.

Too bad I can't marry Chris Pratt or Anna Faris cause they flippin married each other. Hope I look that sweet on my honeymoon.

Hot Flashes

Location: Ryerson University Library
Activity: Sweating out of control

My brow, my upper lip, my back, my arms. How did this happen? Since when does walking one flight of stairs mean buckets of uncontrollable sweat? I'm a whiner. Calgary this weekend as too cold, I was shaking in my flip flops. Now, I take one step out side in my underwear and I need a shower. I wouldn't mind except for by the time I get outside, it's too late to tan. That and my new haircut makes me this summer's Snow White look alike.

Ok, I guess.

So I listened to the new album first, thought it was very sub par, but then my wee sta (One Stefanie Mudry) posted a link. It's undeniably awesome. Ok Go has got some skills. Maybe more so in the domino world and less in the music, but this video gives their new album Of the Blue Colour of the sky a second ride through my playlist.

Dis my fav

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Are you ready for this?

Summer is coming and so is the blogging. With school ending and free time beginning, I feel at a lose when it comes to doing something that is not homework or studying. Luckily, my love for Lol catz is getting me through these rough beginnings of effectively wasting time. As the weather heats up, so will the humor, the blogging and home grown herbing.

The future starts here:


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Please don't let it be 3:30.

How was this song not voted best song of 2008? What were the critics thinking?


Rihanna - Breakin' Dishes

Is it bad that I feel bad for Chris Brown? If some crazy broke dishes all up in my grill, I'd slap her too.

Famous

So this morning I was crusin BlogTO and saw an article about me! Well, it was about winter bike riders, which I am, so it was basically about me. I then remembered that someone told me my restuarant was recently reviewed on that there blog so I found the article, started reading and looking at the pictures of the gyoza's and BAM! A Photo of me! So clearly Mai, my thai counter part, and I cooked all the food the blogger enjoyed and now I am famous because there is a blog actually about me on BlogTO.

Dear New Year's Resolutioners:

Get the Hell out of my GYM!

Seriously. All I want to do is work out and there is a million new members to the gym.

"OMG! my resolution is to workout! but seriously this time! like, i'm so not going to let myself be an fat bitch this year!"

Really? Isn't that what you said last year too? Well, if at first you don't adhere to personal goals, try them again every single year for 5 mins on every fucking piece of equipment in the gym, while gabbing loudly and talking up space. Sweet.

Ok, I know, there are some of you who will actually do good on your booty camp regime and bravo to you, but I've been in the gym almost everyday for the past year. What ever happened to seniority? Just let me on my elliptical god damn it.

Who keeps pissing on my head?

Seriously. December first has come and gone and Toronto still has no snow. Not for lack of precipitation, Oh no. Last night it was pouring rain on my bike ride home. My glasses were streaked with rain, I couldn't see and even my underwear was soaking wet by the time I got home. This is not a good start to my dream winter wonderland holiday season.

Beverly hill giggles

The Hills to the greatest show. Don't believe me? read for your self:

"Heavenly father, thank for for this meal, thank you for my husband and thank you for my outfit" - Heidi

"I don't wear seatbelts. I want to be thrown from the wreckage" - Charlie

"I can't believe they don't have a male birth control pill yet. I should have been on it" - Spencer

"I just wanna be depressed here, I don't wanna get pumped up" - Also Spencer

Blood, guts, bruises, cuts.

This is not your favorite summer party album ever. It's our outdoor staircase. As Kiera was leaving the house she yelled for me to come outside. What is this? she said as she pointed to something disgusting dripping off our staircase. Apparently last night a raccoon picked up the dead squirrel on our neighbors lawn and chewed it's guts out on the porch. There is now dead squirrel blood and guts hanging on the stairs between me and my bike. EWWW!!

Weekend Foreshadowing:

It's like, impossible for me to not get drunk
- Shanuy Poonany

It's gonna be a gooder.

Butt What.

So the other day at the gym, there was a bunch of hot bitches and my competitive edge over took me and I started to secretly gym battle them. They didn't know, but I did like, a million more lunges then they did. So they can take there skinny asses home and think about that. I however took my extremely sore, over lunged buns to West Scarborough the next day. I had to meet up for a school project and have no funds for transit so I just biked there. No big deal, I biked to Etobikoe one Saturday and Scarborough is even closer. But not close. It's still a fair ways away. Here is a map of my 1h20 min round trip.



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My leg muscles are having a hard time keeping me upright today. Tomorrow - stair sets at Casa Loma. But that's for an other post.

Microsurfers unite

Windows 7 is coming out tomorrow. How thrilling. If I used a PC.

At Thanksgiving the Pops and I had a great conversation about Mac vs PC. He uses both for work and I was a PC geek up until a couple of years ago so it was a very even weighted and slightly nostalgic discussion. I now have the worlds most resilient mac book (3 years running and still kicking despite being stolen, spilled on, drunk on vodka, missing screws, 1 crashed hard drive and being prone to jumping of 10 ft high loft beds) and love it to bits, even if the staff at the Mac store don't love it as much as I do (continue reading for details). I do however wish I could get as stoked on Windows 7 as I would have in my pre-Mac youth. With Apples constant release of large felines meowing to be installed on my MacBook, I have become rather desensitized to the Apple home page. Sweet! version 10.4.5.89 os X Ocelot! iPod touch 2nd generation just had a grand kid! While Mac is constantly putting out new products and upgrades I'm pretty sure Windows spent all the time inbetween Vista and 7 devoted to customer service and actually telling poor little university students why their hard drive crashed 1 day before their major reserach project and how they can get those missing scews back into thier largest piece of net worth. Good luck Bill with operation 7. May the debate continue.

Geek out

Ever since I was 8 years old I have loved computers. I was however conscious that people who geeked out on computers all day were generally slapped with a big old "Hi my name is Loser" tag in junior high. Because of my need to be socially accepted, I kept my inner geek hidden behind competitive sports, punk rock and mis behaving. 10 years since junior high and I am wondering if being accepted actually ruined my life. I back on the geek out, hard core. If I had been hardcore all the time, i would be able to write posts like this - "Posted at 2:03pm"

and be sucessful like this - ConnectedVentures

Instead I sit in my sweatpants googling and waiting for my shit ass, yet to be upgraded internet to fully deliver me the latest episode of The City.

Me and my Good self

So strolling down the street today on my way to look at Bodums, I walked past a CIBC atm. No big deal, happens everyday. But everyday is not today! Today in the atm, was 400$ that someone forgot to pick up. 400$! Perfect! I could buy every bodum in the Green Beanery! I heard however, someone talking to me. It was my good self. The part of me that's makes me do things I don't want do, to work harder than I should and makes me tired all the time but also helps me buy nutritious food and graduate university. As I was locking up my bike to take the money into the bank, a frantic looking middle aged man raced past me and blundered into the bank. He came out side with a security guard as I approached the bank. Yes it was his money and man was he grateful. I saved the day for him and the poor security guard. He gave me a massive hug and now I have karma up the ying yang. But no bodum. Come on karma, buy me a bodum in thanks.

An 8:30 rush

I moaned and groaned to myself all the way out of the house this morning. It's too early, I'm too tired, it's too beautiful  a morning to be going for a run. I ALWAYS feel better after a run, so should always go, even if I don't want to.This morning however, i discoverd an extra reason to get my butt out of bed, especially at 8:30 am. Grade School. There is 3-4 different elementary schools in the surrounding neighbor hoods and I got to see all the little children on their way to school. I have baby fever (but whats new?) and I have it bad. The siblings holding hands with thier parents behind them, the grandparents walking the kid with bouncy balls for shoes, the young girl and her dad bike riding the 2 blocks to school, and the preschooler so bundled up all they can do is rotate and waddle. I want them all! I want to teach them crafts and sing the alaphabet and pack thier bagged lunches. Parents of the annex, i'm coming for your children. In 5-7 years of course. .  .   .

In my bed this evening.....

For those of you who haven't heard, there's a new man in my life. He's affectionate, cuddly, vocal and almost always hungry. I was in Calgary for thanksgiving and I think he took it kind of hard, which is expected from someone of such raw emotion. I guess that's why he just hopped into my bed to surprise me tonight. Liam, the classic cat romantic. Who knew that his insensate meowing and diligent grooming were all for me and the pile of blankets and clothes that is my bed? If only his owners knew.

Chili Fire

So my job this year is at a Japanese Ramen House. I like it a lot and feel like my life is similar to Brittney Murphy in "The Ramen Girl" even though I have yet to see it (Thanksgiving weekend, it's a date). I make noodles and cut shrimp and stir fry like mad. Yesterday how ever, I apparently decided to stirfry extra mad. You know how when you're flipping the pan to mix the veggies (like so), well yesterday it turned a little more into a flaming ball of fire in the pan instead of veggies. Me, in my cool collect way, let out a little "WOW!" then tactfully brought the pan up to blow out the flames. All was well afterwords, except for my eyelashes and eyebrows. I burnt them. My eyelashes have split ends. My life as I know it is over. I'll be crawled up in a hole in the floor if you need me.

Cat Creepage

1. Found my wallet, don't worry. Thank you to Facebook and the Ryerson Student Union using it to creep me and send me a message.

2. Liam the cat.

So there is this cat that likes to hang out at our house. Sometimes it gets some tuna from the kind hearted Laur Laur Vag and we all used to pet it until it starting hanging around all the time an meowing till it was fed then peaced out. Let me tell you, we are not a house of ladies to be used and abused. We like our cuddle time ok, this is no in and out, 7 secs in heaven type of deal. Liam has been persistent however. On many occasions he has been heard and seen meowing at the kitchen window, even daring to jump in sometimes. This morning Liam took a leap. Not only did Liam jump in the open kitchen window, but decided to creep all the way upstairs and through any open door. Unfortunately, my room was the only open door and thus I was awaking to the insistent meows and creepage by my bed side of a hungry Liam. In my room. at 7:30 am. GOD DAMMIT LIAM!!

Please note Liam is not a stray. He has owners and is well groomed. He just likes to eat.

Should I be writing this from my own computer I would have attached a photo of the bold Liam but since my hard drive crashed and I don't have a computer for two weeks and am writing this from my roommates, K Hess, no photo.