Japan be like Crazy, Yo!

So maybe I'm a little late on this gravy train. But like, am I the only one that still finds it incredibly trippy that you can call someone from the future? Like that whole today is tomorrow stuff? I have a feeling that the people that invented time zones weren't counts on things like MSN, e-mail or long distance calling cards. Like right now, it's like tomorrow afternoon in Japan. They already had their Saturday Night sleep but I haven't and I'm talking to someone from a land that has already experienced the time that I am experiencing right now. I keep hereing that song from the musical Rent, when I think about it. "Today for you, tomorrow or me," The whole actually makes my head hurt if I think about it too much. Enough of that. Sometimes I think about going to Japan. I wouldn't go and teach over there for a year now. I'm too old now, and my family needs me to be close and a million other little things that keep me tied to this Limbo life I lead in Van-city, but sometimes, I think that maybe I should have gone three, two or even one year ago. My friend informs me that 'my grade 11 self' would fit right in with the harajuku crowd. I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted. Personally I think my Grade 11 couture would run circles around the harajukus. I mean it just looks like Rainbow Brite meets Goth meets Alice in Wonderland. Is that REALLY so orginal?? Okay maybe I'm just a little bitter that all my teen angst was in waste when really all my parents had to do to cure me of my apathy was ship me off to hang with my breathern in Japan for a summer.



These chicks would have helped me put everything in perspective.

Current Mood: Tired
Currently Listening to: Eminem: The Marshall Mathers LP

The Noticer

I notice stuff. Actually, I notice everything. I notice when people notice me. I notice when people notice that I noticed that they noticed me. I notice when people notice that I noticed that they noticed that I noticed they noticed that I noticed that they noticed me. I think I think too much. People make funny faces when they notice you. They either look right through you so that you won't have to make eye contact and do that awkward half-smile thing; or they look at you and then blink and then turn away. Noticing is weird. I always noticed the extras. I noticed that your fly is undone. I noticed that your nail polish on your left thumbnail is chipped. I noticed that one pant leg is kinda bunched up and you can see your sock when yu walk. Yeah. I noticed that, too. But God know, I never noticed those things about myself. My thumbnail polish is always chipped. My fly is always down. My little white Michael jackson sockettes are always showing. I am a mess. Because I don't really notice myself. I should, I guess. I should notice myself. But that could lead to unstoppable bouts of self-critical, self-refexsive, self-loathing. I feel more comfortable noticing others.
I always think about what woudl happen if I did more than notice. I mean Vancouver is a somewhat big city, I could avoid people if I wanted to. It's not like I haven't doen that before. But I always imagine little scenarios for people I notice. Create a little soap for them that relates to the littel thing I noticed about them.

Take this morning for example. There was this 40-ish Persian guy on the bus. He was wearing khaki-mustard pants and a khaki-mustard sweater over a crisp white shirt and some cheap business shoes from Payless, or something. He kept leaning everywhich way and was trying to figure out where the bus was headed and kept checking his watch. I think he must have hasd a job interview because he looked so uncomfortable in his clothes and he had one of those messenger bags ( to keep his resume in). I knew he had a family becasue I saw i wedding band on his finger. I imagined that he and his wife had recently immigrated from Iran and he was deapartely looking for a job so he could pay next month's rent. I imagined that they lived somewhere by Joyce Skytrain Station in a basement suite and that his wife worked long hours with a cleaning service. I'm sure he was pretty well-educated and was probably looking for a job way below his skill level.
Is that weird? That's not the only thing I do when I noticed strangers.
Sometimes I imagine what they would do if I did something completely random to them. Like today when I was wlaking down Davie Street and this homeless guy was just waking up. And he was so happy for some reason. He wasn't cute. he was kind of old. But we was really smily and he was like "Good Morning young lady." and I had such an urge to give him a big hug. Not like anything sexual. But just you know, I was listening to a fun song on my ipod and it was all sunny and the homeless guy was in a friendly mood. I felt like giving him a hug. Then at the gym yesterday, I was waiting for my step class to start and all teh girls were waiting outside and just chatting or whatever. And this girl sat down next to me on the bench when there really wasn't any room for her on the bench. And I was all hundled with my bag in my lap and trying to take a drink of my water. But I didn't have enough hands. I wanted to just drop my bag in her lap for a second while I took a sip of water. But I didn't. I just put my bag on teh floor and scowled.
Okay. the more I write about this, teh more weird it sounds. I'm doing to stop right now. Stop writing that is. Not stop noticing. I could never.

Current Mood: Notice-y
Currently Listening to: Beautiful by Belle and Sebastian.

Couldn't Resist...........

These things are so funny. And at first I just started reading them, because that's funny enough but then I couldn't resist doing me own. So in the vein of Ashlee Simpson's "I wonder what Josh is thinking about right now" radio game, here is my first meme, and mark my words the mp3 player is the new Magic 8-Ball, ya heard?

Simple directions: use the shuffle function on your music player and see what you come up with in answer to the following questions.

How does the world see you? Boys ( Co-ed remix) - Britney Spears

Will I have a happy life? Don't bother - Shakira

***I prefer to interpret this prediction to apply to teh song itself, in which Shakira is telling her ex-boyfriend not to bother worrying about her, because she'll be fine ( she'll be fine, she'll BE FINE!.. Not to mean don't bother even trying to have a happy life. thank-you.

What do my friends think of me? Come On - Ben Jelen

Wow. You like me. You really, really like me.

Do people secretly lust after me? I'm a Slave 4 U - Britney Spears

How can I make myself happy? Ain't no Easy Way - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Ain't that the truth.

What should I do with my life? Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner - Fall Out Boy

Will I ever have children? It's my Life - Bon Jovi

****Okay it's MY life. That could mean NO right? But then again, the whoel song is about how you should do what you want in life because it's YOUR LIFE. But then teh chorus goes, " It's my life It's NOW OR NEVER, I'm not going to LIVE FOREVER," so may be I shoudl have a baby asap. Or maybe.... Why do I suddenly feel like I'm on the 1-900 line trying to decipher the words of Miss Cleo?

What is some good advice for me? I didn't Steall Your Boyfriend - Ashlee Simpson

How will I be remembered? Cha- Ching - Lady Sovereign

What is my signature dancing song? Goodbye My Lover- James Blunt

What do you think my current theme song is? Don't Need a Man - Pussycat Dolls

Wow. this thing is so psyhic.

What does everyone else think my current theme song is? Tango - Lady Sovereign

What song will play at my funeral? Love Burns - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

What type of men do I like? I get High - Talib Kweli

****Although I wish it wasn't true the magic 8-ball mp3 player and my track record can't both be wrong.

What is my day going to me like? Random - Lady Sovereign


So consider yourself tagged. Play it yourself . But be prepared for it's erriely accurate results.

Bwahahahaha....

I'm Sad Today Because......

1. I hurt my knee and now I'm stuck waddling through life....

2. I bought CornPuffs cereal because it was on sale but it's not as good as Honey Nut Cherios.

3. I've been listening to Snow Patrol all morning.

4. Nobody calls me anymore.

5. I'm wearing exercise pants and Ugg boots to work again.

6. Today is Tuesday which means I should be phoning people to update their listings at my job. But I'm not. and I won't. ever.

7. I have a sinking feeling my boss will now start coming to work everyday.

8. My familt is full of crazies and basketcases, sometimes I think, myself included.

9. Everyone's always picking on my girl, Britney.

10. I'm itchy. My hair is dull and full of split-ends.

11. I have to stop taking hot baths because it's turning my skin into alligator skin.

12. I didn't wear a jacket today because it is Spring. Now I am cold.

13. I don't want Subway for lunch but I know I will have it because it's all I can afford that's somewhat healthy.

14. I need a new T.V.

15. I need a new couch.

16. I need a new cellphone.

17. I need a new life.

18. I think I think too much.

19. I notice everything. People are depressing.

20. Famine. war. racism.

Need I say more?

Eat and Make a Difference

Everyone needs to eat right? Well tomorrow, Thursday March 23, is the Annual Dine Out For Life benefitting everyone's favorite charities Friends for Life Society (yayaya) and A Loving Spoonful.
So forget about reheating that boring ole meatloaf or whatever it is that you eat on a dreary Thursday and go out and eat something yummy. 25% of the proceeds from participating restaurants goes towards these LOCAL charities. This is the biggest fundraiser they have so please go if you can!
For more information:
http://www.diningoutforlife.com/van_sponsors.php

This concludes tonight's public service announcement.

how much blah bloh could a blogger blah bloh if a blogger could blog blah?

What is the point of this blog? REALLY?
I'm not really interested in joining these circles of yummy mummies bloggers that do these weird rituals every weekday. Like Wednesday is take a photo of one of your body parts day. (Don't get excited, it's never anything perverse. It's moms for God's sake!)
I don't really write about any of my personal feelings or deep dark secrets in here ( that's because they are all about YOU. Dear reader, everything that is deep, and dark and depressing about me is all YOUR fault)
I'm not writing about one specific subject although I see a recurring theme that makes me think maybe it'sa good idea that my TV is almost broken.
So what's it all about?
A way to practice my pathetic typing. Nooo... Seeing as how it hasn't gotten much better and I never use spellcheck and I've just basically conceded to the fact that "the" will always be spelled teh. I'm starting a revolution, I swear.
Is it a way for my to post raunchy photos of me and fabulous friends living our fabulous lives a la Ellen teh Supermodel or Brian 'the guy who always has his nuts out'? Ummm. NO.
I'm not really sure what this little ole blog is about. But I finally figured out how to check my stats and I was surprised to find out that there are more than four peoplewho read this little ole thing. That be like Woh.
So it's started me thinking about what I REALLY have to offer. How can I be of service? In teh words of Robbie Williams, "Let me Entertain You."

More on that later. I gotta go spend some quality time with the TV.

Currently Listening To: We are Scientists In Love and Squalor
Current Mood: Scratchy

Oh Mama!

My mom and I have been through our good and bad times. But lately despite everything else going on, our relationship has been good. I don't know if it's me getting older or her loosening up a bit, but we definitely have fun now. She's so weird and odd and has so many weird idiosyncrasies that I never noticed before or I just thought were lame and annoying back in the day. Now I swear sometimes I think she should be a stand-up comedian.
It feels good to have this time with her. I mean I'm old enough to participate in those ever pressing "girl's private talks" (Don't ask me to elaborate, I never will) yet young enough to still appriciate her old-bitty tendencies. (You try telling her how much a Chai latte, which was invented in India as a way to conserve milk, costs at Starbucks and then you'll see where she's coming from). She's so blunt, and rude and abrumpt and old-fashioned and stereotypical and all those things that most people, me included, at times, hates about their mothers. But somehow she always manages to solidify her point and make me laugh and make me think about things from a different perspective. Albeit, an archaic and conservative perspective, but a different perspective that I would normally brush off and disregard.
Sometimes, I'll watch her in a fancy store or somewhere out of her comfort zone and I see a bit of myself. You know, a little awkward, painfully shy, not looking people directly in the eye, overly polite. When I seeher like that, I feel a little pang in my stomach. Total Role reversal. She's my kid and I'm watching her to make sure no one slights her or looks at her sideways. The same thing she's done to me all the while I was growing up. It's quite annoying actually. When I was younger, when people said I was like my mom, I would kick and scream up a storm. She is crazy, ultra-conservative, old-fashioned and many other things that I am totally not and will probably never be. But I see now, that we are a like in many ways. We're both funny and bossy and a lot of other things that are way to depressing and repressed to delve into on my little ole blog.
The overall gist of this little tangent is that I feel like I'm getting to know my mom in a whole different light. Not just a mother, but a wife, a sister, a woman, a worker, a complete person.

Mood: Cheesy
Currently listening to: Taking Back Sunday Slowdance on the Inside.

Weddings weddings, wedddings!!!

Weddings are in the air.
Well not really. I'm not getting married. Only one person I know is getting married. But it feels like the most exciting thing ever. It is the most exciting thing ever.
My best friend is getting married this summer and I am now getting into the full swing of planning. I can't reveal many details in case she ever reads this but needless to say nothing gets me more excited than planning and organizing things. (Yes. I DO realize how lame that makes me sound, but whatever).
Sometimes, I think it's so fun to be a girl. And when I get married that will be one of those times. Engagement parties, bachelorette parties bridal showers, not to mention the wedding itself. I think my actual wedding will probably make me vomit because I hate having everything all about me and everyone staring at me, but the other stuff will be so fun! At first I thought the bachelorette party would be the funnest part but the more I think about it, I think the bridal shower will be funner. That one has your family and relatives and I'm sure when (IF?) I ever get married my mom would be super-excited and all-bossy and would make copious amount of spicy Indian food and get that weird plastic smile that she gets when she's trying to be nice to people she doesn't know.
The Bridal shower seems more relaxed. The bachelorette party has so much pressure. IT THE LAST NIGHT OF HER SINGLEDOM. The Bride needs to have fun. Needs to get drunk. Needs to flirt with black guys. Okay maybe some of this is just in my head, but you can get the gist of it right? It's all staring down on me like the barrel of a gun and I'm not even the one getting married. I just want everything to be perfect and so fun for her.
Because after her wedding. It's the end.
The end of an era ( an era that really died when she and her husband-to-be became serious). I mean it's not like I'll never hang out with her again. Or like we hang out a lot right now. But the potential is there. And say I wanted to go to a bar? Would my newly-married friend go? What happens when guys start to dance dirty with her? Is she going to flash her wedding band ( That's actually not a bad idea to get rid of creepy bar guys) Or like if I was going out with someone and the newlyweds come along?!!! That's so weird. It's a lot of pressure.
Not that any of this really matters. Sometimes it just seems surreal. Like when you're in grade five or whatever and you talk about what you'll do when you graduate and then all of a sudden you're 17 and you haven't written your first best-selling novel or married the lead singer from Poison like you had been planning all those years ago. I've known for a while that they are getting married but now that everythig is coming down to logistics as opposed to daydreamy plans. It's so strange.
Everyone's growing up. It's exciting. and a bit scary.....

Currently listening to: The Hard-Fi
Current Mood: Antsy and bored

An Ode to Uggs

You know you're ugly, right? Okay, wait. Maybe that's too harsh not ugly like there's no hope for you and no one will ever love you. Because people really love. I really, really love you. I guess I mean kind of ugly like Elijah Wood or Mark Whalberg or something. Cute but kind of off, a little awkward and oafish, I'd say. But you know what, Uggs? I don't care. I don't. I really don't. I don't care that Uggs were deemed officially over in 2004 by VH-1 and even Paul Franks Monkey has blasted you on his tee shirts. I don't care. I love my Uggs. It's getting to be a bit ridculous, though. I mean I wear you almost everyday to work. Work. Where I'm supposed to wear office clothes. But Uggs you've changed me . You've changed me and my priorities. I don't want to wear grown-up office clothes, if it means I can't be with you. I'd rather wear exercise pants and a dressy shirt, just so you can be part of the game. I've let me feet becoem spoiled by you. Even when I wear runners or boots, my feet say " Oh I'd rather be with Ugg." As a stated above: this is getting a bit ridiculous. Uggs are really not the most flattering footwear, you know. They make my legs look like the block legs I used to draw on my stick figures when I was a kid. SOmetimes I look down, and I think that I could almost get away with calling them clown shoes. And when I'm on carpet? Forget about it. I trip over my own feet so many times you'd think I was practing my tumbling routine for the 2006 Olympics. But I don't care. Why because you are comfortable and cute and trendy but not too trendy and did I mention cute? I really thought i would be over it when I bought my purple Mukluks. But you won be back, Ugg. You won me back with you fury lining and easy-to tuck trunk, I mean legs.

"I wish I could quit you, Uggs!"

In Honour of McFun.

Grey's Anatomy is definetly one of the funniest shows on right now., ( and I'd liek to point out there are NO teenagers in this program) . It has funny moments, sad moments and the best television soundtrack, since, dare I say, The O.C.

In honour of all things Grey's Anatomy and the delicious-but sometimes- a-jerk McDreamy ( see photo), I've decided to play a little game using the McName. I've come up with McName's for everyone I can think of right now so now's your chance to guess who you are.. ( IF you think you aren't here, beleive me, you are).

McTeen

McAgro

McFarty

McDrama

McDiva

McChatty

McWanksta

McCrazy

McDeliquent

McGeeky

McScaredycat

McSmartypants

McBooty

McAnnoying

McLiar

Please don't get offended. It's all in honour of good ole McFun!

Current Mood: Hungry

Currently listening to: Nelly Sweat/Suit

A daunting task

I used to belive that people that didn't meet new people were just lazy. The world is full of people we meet everyday. Even in my tiny work dungeon I manage to meet people from the mail carrier ( Lisa) to the 5 am-shift Starbucks barista ( Jeremy) to recycling guy ( okay, I don't know this guy's name but that's because our regular recycling guy recently switched routes.. We miss you Tony!)
Now I realize that those people huddled in their little cliques, trapped in circles of friends that have endured from school days are not deficient, or stuck up or stuck in the past. They are smart and they are realistic. It's not easy meeting new people. Especially new people that you have no connection to; not a friend of a friend; not a cousin or a 'we travel in the same circles' knid-of- guy: a complete stranger.
They know nothing about you and as much as I love talking about myself even I can find it exhausting to rehash my life story in assorted ways. You find yourself wondering if you should say this or that. What will he think about when this happened or I went to that thing?
Even when you tell some story, soem little anecdote from your past, you never know if they really understand what actually happened. What you wanted to sound like a funny story about elementary school reces games turns out sounding like a tragic tale of a timid but over-sexualized tyrant that molested all her schoolmates.
Everyone is guilty of TMI. Too Much Information, but sometimes it's like pulling a bandaid off an old wound. You just want to rip it off and get it over with rather than do it bit by bit and wondering what he thinks of this or that tidbit of background information.
But then when you give these little tidbits of your personality and your autobiography you end up getting your own surprises. Surprises that make you realize that you know nothing about this 'new friend.' Surprises that had you known to begin with would have kept you from wasting your time with your 'new friend.'
So what's that leave us with? well my good ole chums, that leaves us with each other. Like it or lump it. We know too much about each other to ever not be friends!

Current Mood: Anxious
Current Music: M.I.A. Arular

An Homage to tweens

So what?
I am 27 years old and I like everything to do with teenagers. Is that sooo bad? Does it physically harm anyone? Does it offend people's morals that I watch downloaded episodes of One Tree hill and hit the chatrooms to see what the 12 years old thought of last week's episode? My teenage obsession keeps me young. I tak ethe bus a lot and you never know when a rowdy gang of Hilary Duff lovers will want to tussle. As long as I can recite all the words to "So Yesterday" I'm good. I'd like to see how some of you high-and mighty teen-chastisizers would last in a dark corrdier with a gaggle of tweens. I would flourish. Thank you very much.

I don't think it makes me any less cool to like teen stuff. I think it's fun, dare I say it, edgy. It's easy to be cool and like you know like Broken Social Scene and the Arcade Fire and Imogen Heap or whatever, but it's a lot harder to be cool and like
Fall Out Boy, Ashlee Simpson and My Chemical Romance. And I do it . I do it with Flourish.

Why am I so into teen stuff? I'm not sure. Whenever I watch a teen show or listen to teen music, I feel something, almost like what I feel when I buy some new clothes, I feel giddy and content and like I am a part of something. I never really experienced much of the teen melodrama I watch or listen to, I think I spent most of my teen years ready to slit my wrists or face down in a pile of my own vomit, so there's something fun and frivoulous about watching these perfect-looking girls go through their daily dramas with their perfect clothes, perfect accessories and perfect boyfriends. It's unbelieveable and beautiful and delicious . It makes me see the teenaged years as full of wonderment and discovery and heartache; not betrayal, bitterness and a plague of worthlessness.

Also keeping abreast of all things teen is an important exercise for my future career. I will be a big time entertainment reporter /pop culture jeopardy winner and I need to keep on top of everything that's happening in my target demographic.


So cut me a little slack and let me watch my teens in peace. And admit it, you love it too!

Current Mood: Teen-tagious!
Current Music: Trippin' BY Headley

Coldplay is my 14-year old boyfriend

Giggling. Screaming at high-pitched velocity. Watching my friend Sarah, actually swoon. I mean I'd heard the word before, probably even used it once or twice to try and sound smart, but I had never seen a swoon until Chris Martin appeared at the Colplay concert on Friday. F.Y.I. If you think you wouldn't know a swoon if you saw it, believe me you will. The Coldplay concert was a lot better than I expected. I thought there would be tears and a gagle of girls bitching about why there wasn't more guys like Chris Martin on the market. But no. There was dancing, laughing, singing at the top of my lungs, and screaming, lots and lots of screaming. I think I have once again defended my title as the greatest screamer known to man.

The concert in itself was so fun. Chris Martin was wearing these super-white shell-toed adidas shoes (just like someone we all know as love) and all black. And he was dancing around so cute and skipping and some guy said after the concert that Martin was rocking the Roger Rabbit, which is just so unbelieveably cool. And his hair is so curly and he doesn't try to straighten it or gel it down or anything. Which I Love.

But the best part was when they did the encore and sarah was like let's go down. I was like what? But then I was like okay. And we went down and the security guard was totally eyeing us so I pretended we were friends with these 15 year old girls and just walked right into their seats. But then Chris Martin came rushing all the way down the stage and across the whole floor to sing part of "In my Place." So I totally pushed Sarah down the steps and towards the railing and she grabbed his arm and I, I think, touched his shirt. It was so fun to be so close to him while he was singing. And sarah, oh, my god, I thought she was going to pass out.

After that I think we yammered on and giggled about it for at least the next hour or so. It was so fun. A perfect end to a perfect concert.

Brown power

Anoop d-o-double-g is my new idol.

See his prolific ryhming skills

Have you ever?

Have you ever counted the paint bubbles in the area right above your computer monitor?
Have you ever seen how long you can hold your breathe by calculating your average in the last 25 trys?
Have you ever actually grow tired of looking at celebrity blogs and reading about the priveldged lives of NYC scenesters?
Have you ever organized your pens by clour and ink level?
Have you ever drank four litres of water just so you have an excuse to get up and go to the bathroom like 15 times a day?
Have you ever drawn a multi-sided object and then count up all the sides and try to come with a new name for the newly-discovered shape? My latest- the 137-sided "heptamaximillianagon."
Have you ever cleaned your keyboard with toothpicks?
Have you ever traced outline of all your appendages (both hands and feet and unfortunately, three unsuccessfull attempts at my head.)

This is typical day of boredom at my chimpanzee, number-crunching, mind-numbing j-o-b.

Somebody get me outta here!!!


Currently Listening to : Lady sovereign ( my new favorite)
Current Mood: Anxious!

Chronic-WHAT-cles of Narnia....

I'm sure almost everyone has seen this already but for for those unfortunate two ( that means you turning japanese-a). Here it is, cupcakes and glocs and all

SNL Narnia Rap

Dreamy....

Bet ya didn't know......

• That my grade 4 boyfriend Jordan Knight is coming to Richards on Richards this Month.
• That Jordan's dad is Canadian, which makes Jordan 1/2 Canadian.
• That Jordan's favorite candy is green gummy worms.
• That Jordan's favorite colour is army green.
• That Jordan has a five-octave vocal range ( like Mariah Carey and Christina Augerila)
• That Jordan prefers boxers to briefs
• That Jordan always travels with his pillow to remind him of home.
• That Jordan used to sing in the church choir.

How's that for a good memory? I spent all day at work today listening to NKOTB songs, but not like the mainstream ones, not the singles, but the rarities and b-sides like Didn't I (Blow YA Mind); Cover Girl; Happy Birthday; Valentine Girl; I Need You. I 3> NKOTB. They are the Temptations of my generation. They say such sweet things... They dance so cutely. Okay I have to go. I need to practise my high-pitched scream.

Pink Elephants.....

I remember in grade four when Mr. Tomlinson first explained to to a class full of mean-spirited snotty-nosed brats the meaning of pink elephants. One snotty nose brat way conveniently missing from this surprise lecture. Her parents had suddenly separated after her mother had mysteriously turned extra-friendly with her female best friend.

Out little community of fruit roll-ups and rice krispie squares was a buzz with the news. Unheard of words like lesbian and homo were passed down from older brothers and sisters with sicking splendour.

But even those of us who were friends with said girl were afraid. What would she act like now? How should we act? What would happen if we went to her house? The potential for embarrassment and awkwardness was palatable.

Mr. Tomlinson said that pink elephants were our saviors from awkward silences and and missplaced sentiment. Pink elephants, he explained were the gauge to help us show our sympathy without overdoing it, acting awkward or acting like nothing happened.

Here's how pink elephants work. Whenever you feel awkward or aprehensive about talking to someone about something, go up to them and say whatever type of plative you want ( i'm sorry about your mom; too bad she's a lesbian and now you're dad's living in a bachelor suite on View Street, etc) and then when you start seeing a pink elephant (usually by this time you've moved on to "I saw a lesbian on T.V. once and she died; two lesbians can't make a baby; If you're mom's a lesbian, does that mean you are too?") you know it's time to stop and start tal;king about "NORMAL" stuff. ( let's go listen to NKOTB; If you want to play airbands, I'll let you be Madonna).

Pink elephants. The perfect balance between seeming like you don't care and rambling on like an idiot.

What Makes Me Happy

Here it comes in no particular order:

*The O.C. Bitch, LOST, General Hospital, America's Next Top Model, Family Guy, Nip/Tuck. I <3 T.V. What can I say? T.V., it's like the loveable, doting puppy I was never allowed to have.

* My new white motorcycle boots. After all the agony my feet have been through it feels so good to see them look so good and NOT IN ANY PAIN.

* Whenever my mom 'discovers' something. The Latest: She discovered giving to charity like it was just invented yesterday.

MOM: Preet, I feel GREAT, today. I did something GREAT today. I gave all our old sweaters and suits to the guadwara (church) to send to the earthquake victims in Pakistan. It made me feel so GREAT. It's called CHARITY. It's GREAT. You should try it too Preet."
ME:Uh..huh.. Wow charity.. never heard of it.
I think I would have thought this was typical of my mom's most annoying and self-absorbed habits, but now for some reason it seems really funny and cute.

* When the chubby barista at my starbucks gives me free drinks and food because I look so sad and wet.

*When my roommate sings like the soul sista he is or when he does his old Indian man accent.

*Knowing that my friends I never see or even really get to talk to very much still care about me ( that means you Holly and Andy)

* Going to Victoria for the weekend and going to John's Place for Rice and Cheese balls. Yummy, yum yum!

*Having good friends in your apartment building.. It's oh so Melrose Place.

CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Coldplay- X & Y
CURRENT MOOD: Hopefully hopeful.

This Rain is a Baptism on my Soul

This is the time of year that always kills me. I don't know if it's the rain, the impeding end of the year or my fast approaching birthday, but November has never been kind to me.
November 2001: I agreed to move to Halifax with Jason when he was decided to join the Navy. ( Only to back out in February when I got accepted to j-school).
November 2002: I conceded to the idea to move back in with my parents after I graduated from j-school.
November 2003: I decided I would quit my job at the Grand Forks Gazette and head back to the coast.
November 2004: I decided to move to Gaytown with Raj.
I'm not saying that all these decisions were bad. But they were all pretty life-changing and filled with angst and self-doubt.

Now it's that time again. And i've been feeling that itch again. The itch to move out on my own; to move to another city; to quit my job; to sell all my possessions and move to India; to cut off all my hair. Do something drastic.
Sometimes I just feel like life is passing me by. Things are changing for everyone else, but for me, for me they always seem to stay the same.
I'm not sure when it happened. But somewhere along my lifepath, I've stopped being who I always wanted to be: fun, independent and successful and turned into this cheeky sidekick. The one to tell all your stories to. The one to bring along to parties because she won't overshadow you. The one to call up in a pinch becaue you don't have a date for Saturday night. The one to call up on those days when everyone else in busy. The one to invite to help you run errands or to water your plants while you're away on vacay.
Lately I've noticed that I don't really like who I am anymore. I find myself doing a lot of things that don't interest me anymore and talking about stuff that's not funny or interesting to me anymore. I don't really know what these realizations really mean except for the fact that I really need to make some major changes in my life.

CURRENT MOOD: Unsatisfied
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Johnny Cash "Best Of"