THUMBS UP!

I am loving Muse right now.

Now for something completely different:

Yesterday after a ridiculously long day I met up with two of my good friends, Claire and Alice, at Claire’s apartment. We talked about the same old stuff: school, classmates, squirrels etc. We debated where to go and headed to the Wreck Room because none of us had been there and on Thursday they have $3 drinks. When we got there it looked kind of sketch and there didn’t seem to be any lights on. The three of us stood on the street corner looking like confused Swedish tourists. It didn’t help that it was only 9:30pm and no one goes to the bar that early. We decided to search for a small pub.

Of course we ended up at the James Joyce. It’s this small bar on Bloor that I have been to way too many times. The bouncer knows me and I don’t get asked for my ID. I never intended to be a “regular” at any bar. I especially didn’t want to be a regular at the Joyce because there other regulars are 50 year old men. Not really my demographic. Oh, and everything on their appetizer menu had potato in it. The irish eat more than potatoes...ok, not really.

Well, that is beside the point. The point is Claire and I had a brief but enlightened conversation about drinking. Yes drinking can be enlightening. Claire and I agreed that we have reached the age where we like to have a drink to calm our nerves and relax. We’re not talking drinking until we feel no pain emotional or physical, but just a nice drink after a long day. It can be nice to have a glass of wine, a simple gin and tonic or a beer on a hot day.

I turn 22 in a week.

Jeff Spicoli: All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.

My life is in shambles. Shambles I say!

I’m trying to plan my future, which could either consist of grad school or teachers college. I have no clue. I could also end up homeless or spending the next year overseas teaching people English as a second language. At this very moment I am completely uncertain.

To be honest I never pictured myself over the age of 25. I was always sure I’d live past 25 but could never picture what life would look like. Would I be pretty? Would I be rich? Here’s what she said to me: NOTHING!

I just spent $11 dollars on a Wii game called redneck jamboree and the controls are as stupid as the game sounds. I got frustrated playing it. I rented it for the laughs and hoped some of the mini games would be amusing. The game was neither funny or fun. It didn’t provide the laughs.

Other than my video-game purchase slip-up I am trying to get my life in gear. Looking at schools, applications and exercising (for the first time since high school). I want to run a half-marathon. Nothing epic; I’m not an iron man. I just want to accomplish something and I figure a marathon has a start and an end-point and that is some structure I can get behind. I’ll never have the body of a pro-swimmer I just don’t want to look like a bean-bag chair stuffed into a spandex suit. Just picture it and sit with the image a bit.

Moving on… I’ve saved up enough to go to England this winter. I haven’t told many people about this prospective trip but it has been in the works for a couple months now. I will talk about it more once I have actually purchased the plane ticket.

This is the end of summer and by the looks of it many summers to come. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m an adult and that I have life decisions to make. Wouldn’t it be nice to just wake up with a Pulitzer and a million dollars in your bank account?

Blood and Malls

The mall: That big white box that usually has no architectural value and sticks out like an eyesore. I love it more than most people, but less than I love watching Jeopardy. I never fully understood the appeal the mall had for me. Yes, it’s filled with stores, has clothes, sales, perfumes, shoes and things I need and want but that’s not why I like it.

There are a couple reasons why I like the mall. I like the mall because it’s like a casino for younger folk. No clocks, always the same temperature, you could spend hours in it and they always place the food court and washrooms in hard to locate areas. If the mall served alcohol I could only imagine how crowded it would be. When I go to the mall I usually don’t buy anything at all; partially because I’m indecisive and partially because I spend the majority of the time people-watching. I once saw a lady in the mall wearing head-to-toe denim. She was so proud of her jean ensemble. Just beaming! I laughed a bit on the inside when I saw her but mostly felt jealous of her commitment to one type of fabric.

Living in a suburban area there wasn’t much to do. There was one mall, one library that had stacks of large-print Daniel Steel books and retirement homes as far as the eye could see. My idea of fun was going to the mall food court and eating crepes after school. I was a wild-child. I guess that’s another reason why I have such an affinity for the mall. All the memories I have of it. I remember when I was 12 I would go into Music World and think the people that worked there were too-cool-for-school. They all had shaggy hair and band t-shirts. They acted indifferent and slouched. I later realized they were your typical teenagers, but to a 12 year old suburban nerd they were top-drawer (people still say top-drawer? This is 1930?).

I went to the mall today. I didn’t buy anything. I walked around and talked to my younger brother. It was amazing.

You know what else I like: giving blood. I just like watching it shoot out. It’s amazing. I don’t like watching other people give blood but I like seeing my own blood.

Welcome to the O.C. Bitch

Pretty jazzed about the video game Animal Crossing: City Folks. I understand that it is directed at kids ages 8-12 but I delight in catching fish and collecting fruits. My house (in the video game) is empty and my avatar has no friends. I’m positive I’m not playing the game the way it is intended to be played but I’ve never been one to follow video game directions. To illustrate my point I’ll talk about my experience with the game The Sims. One is supposed to create a character (or a few) and find them a job so they can make money and improve their house. Your Sim can develop skills. They can become good cooks, play music and work out to become more athletic. You need to make other Sim friends, go to work every day, pay the bills and feed your Sims. Well, let’s just say I took the directions on how to play The Sims as a suggestion rather than must-follow rules.

The way I played the Sims involved a lot of cheating and a lot of decorating. In the Sims expansion pack you can type in ‘rosebud’ and instantly make your Sim 1,000 simolians (dollars). So, I did this until my Sim was a millionaire in order to build a wicked house with amazing furniture. I’d spend hours coordinating wallpaper and carpet. I’d arrange furniture and make guest bedrooms Oprah would want to stay in. After designing the perfect home I would usually kill my Sim. No Joke. My Sim would sometimes drown but most of the time the Sim would burn in the kitchen. I would try to cook in the kitchen but because I didn’t develop cooking skills or install a fire alarm the stove would go up in flames and my Sim with it. My Sim would then become a ghost and haunt anyone who came to visit. After about 30 seconds (give or take) of this I’d demolish my house and start over again. Sounds boring? It wasn’t. It was awesome.

Animal House minus Kevin Bacon

Now for something completely different…
The reason for the picture is that I have been watching some of my favorite Simpsons episodes and most of them involve Mr. Burns.

Important note: Kevin Bacon's middle name is Norwood. Norwood?

In Search of Angel Witch

In search of Angel Witch. Sounds like some kind of Disney movie that would star an 8-year old Dakota Fanning. It would be about a young orphaned girl who would travel to an enchanted lake to summon the Angel Witch to bring her mother back to life. This is not at all what Angel Witch is about, but I can dream.

Angel Witch is a heavy metal band that I thoroughly enjoy. They formed in the late 70’s and have been producing some bad-ass music. I always feel like a tool when I say bad-ass. Well, I have one of Angel Witch’s albums, Screamin’ n’ Bleedin’, but this CD doesn’t compare to their self-titled album. How could I not want an album called Angel Witch by the band Angel Witch where the first song on the album is called Angel Witch? And get this, the chorus, wait for it… “You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch/You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch” Really? It’s so simple and that is why I love it. No sugar-coated, metaphor-drenched, overwrought or over-thought out lyrics. I appreciate it for its simplicity.

For the last 6 months I have been on the hunt for this album. I’ve visited 4 HMV’s, Sonic Boom and Rotate This and no luck. I decided to finally ask the dude at Rotate This to order the album for me even though I absolutely hate ordering things. I don’t like giving stores my phone number and then waiting for them to call me when they have it in. It means that I always have to have my phone on and they’ll likely call at the most inopportune time…like when the world is ending or when I’m having dinner with friends. I’m desperate though. They have my number and they have my information. I mean, Joe Nobody could walk into the store off the street and ask for the numbers of all the people waiting for CD’s and then proceed to call them and find out where they live and kill them. Yes I’m talking death. This situation is unlikely but you can’t spell unlikely without likely, which therefore makes the situation is extremely likely and therefore definite. That's my logic and I'm sticking to it.

Soon I will have the CD in my hands. I look very forward to it. This post makes me seem like a square. Do people say square? Probably not.

Dressed like an extra on My So Called Life

What I want: a studded denim jacket and a braided bracelet.

What I REALLY want!

I see it. I want it. The weather might be against it, but I want it. I’ve always wanted to be an urban lumberjack. Is there any question that I have no fashion sense? I definately do not have a fashion sense. Scratch that. I don’t have a GOOD fashion sense.

Speaking of fashion…lately my clothing choice has been dictated by smell. I have been busy (lazy) and have mounds of laundry to wash so if my clothes smell clean then I wear them, if they don’t they remain in a mound.