I’m still standing..

Ooh..just a bit of Friday drunkenness for everyones entertainment and enjoyment. I just watched Lars and the Real Girl. Very good. Yesterday I watched Atonement, which was also good. I totally have crushed (from before) on James McAvoy and Ryan Gosling. So yummy. Ryan Gosling is Canadian too. Yeah. I’ll wave a little flag for him. And James McAvoy is Scottish, which is where I get my giant head and pasty white skin from. So Yaahhh for him too! Haha.

Listening to lots of Elton John lately. Wishing I got tickets to see him at the MTS Centre. The first show sold out, so a second was added. Wowzers. I think I might try and scalp some tickets in September when the concert is here. I just couldn’t cough up the $150 to buy them now. Oh wells. But if I want to do something, I should do it. I especially feel that about people that I think are great cultural figures. I wanted to see George Carlin when he was here like 4 years ago, but I didn’t and now I never will be able to see him.

I recently found out that my parents love Elton John too, which is kind of weird. I mean, obviously I know that Elton John is of a different generation than my own, but my parents seem a bit square in their music choices. Until recently. I guess I always knew they liked Johnny Cash, but it was me who didn’t know what a bad ass Johnny Cash was. Then I find them totally into Neil Young and we can relate on that. I love Neil Young too. He’s amazing. And then I find that they are into Elton John. Surely I brought that one up first. But then I actually heard my Mom singing along to Bennie and the Jets and I knew she couldn’t fake that. My Mom has no memory of such things, so for her to be singing along to anything is quite amazing.

Anyway, I can’t think of anything else to type..is it possible that I have run out of words??? Errr. I hope not. I hope everyone had a great Independence Day (or whatever it is that you celebrated – Canada for me a couple days ago)! Cheers! Eat a hotdog, enjoy fireworks!

Strong enough for a woman.

I’m a total girl, I’m the first to admit it. I love clothes, makeup, and everything related. However, being a girly girl can pose challenges, especially when said girl is a single gal. I’m not even talking about fixing cars or whatever, it’s just that I have no one to do those ‘around the house’ jobs and I just moved into a new apartment a couple months ago and I love it so much that I want it to be really perfect and reflective of who I am. So naturally there are things that I need done and I have decided to do the jobs that I want done and not wait for my Mom and Dad to come visit and make them do them, which is what I’ve done in the past. I painted my storage closet, and my makeup dresser, and I have taped off one of my bedroom walls to paint. Also I bought a drill, which is a big deal – I own a power tool. First task completed was putting up some shelves in my bedroom closet. I was so proud of myself that I actually called my Mom to tell her. Haha. Tonight I took down the icky Venetians in my bedroom and put up my bamboo blinds. I feel so elated. I want to hold on to this feeling. :)

You do it to yourself..

I love the feeling of remembering a song that I used to love and falling in love with it again. Right now I am rediscovering the 90s – at this very moment “Just” by Radiohead. I was humming the song earlier today and couldn’t even place who sung it. Finally I managed to spit out a few words to do a Google search and to my delight, here I am. I am also looking forward to Rage Against the Machine which should be a natural progression in my iTunes, which is sorted by artist.

Things are better at work. My boss sent me an email apologizing. I think he is scared of crying women. I guess I would be too if I were in his place. Whatevs. I’m crazy, he apologizes. It works for me.

Work sucks.

I need to vent for a bit. Bear with. I cried today at work. I fully admit that I am probably PMS-ing, but it was pretty awful. The whole day was a write-off. First, I had to give a presentation and my boss riped it apart a little and asked questions that he wouldn’t normally ask only because he is trying to give this other guy (whom he loves) help on what kind of questions he will be asked when he makes his Bsc. Med. presentation in a couple months. Then I got sooo much work dumped on me. I have no idea how I am going to get everything done before I take my holidays.  And my boss and this aforementioned guy started belittling, although not intentionally, people with substance abuse problems. I’m not saying that I never make fun of anyone (and keep in mind my hormones), but I’m talking affluent adult men from affluent families, I very much doubt that they have ever had a hard day in their lives, so where do they get off assuming they know what character flaws someone must possess to have an addiction. And it’s only lunch at this point. The afternoon was very much the same and culminated with my boss asking me if I was okay because I seemed ‘angry’, to which I replied that ‘I’ve been on the verge of crying all day’. And then I burst into tears and told him that I didn’t want to talk to him. Then I snuck (sneaked sounds so retarded) into an adjacent room and hyperventilated for about 5 minutes and then cried on and off for about an hour and 20 minutes. I’m pretty sure it’s a safe assumption that my co-workers think I am crazy. It’s possible that I should think about other career options. If anyone has any suggestions, please please let me know.

Oh, and I’m a total suck who had to call her parents when I got home. My Mom says I need to approach my boss and tell him what is bothering me about the workload, but if I can’t do that, I should write a note. Then she commiserated with me and told me about times that she has had similar experiences at work.  My Dad’s advice was to piss around and not do any of my work for the next week because then I will have holidays for a week and a half. Hmm. They both make a good point.

Where is the sun?

Yes, I know I live in Winnipeg, aka, Winter-Peg, but it is mid-June now and it’s still rainy and a little cold. The canker worms are out in their full forces too – which might be a hopeful sign of that the weather will eventually warm up(?), but disgusting nonetheless.

My hand hurts from practicing guitar. I missed my lesson Saturday morning due to being hungover and I feel really embarrassed by it, so I’m practicing my ass off now.  I’m very much looking forward to the day when I play a song and it actually sounds like a song, if that makes any sense.

Why can’t we just be happy?

Okay. I should forewarn that I am a little bit drunk. Hheheh. It started innocent enough. I am totally broke, so I’m spending the night in…but I do have a bottle on wine in the wine rack and I do have some Absolutely Fabulous on my computer that needs watching. One thing leads to another… yada yada.

Ok, Ab Fab is so good. And being a borderline alcoholic makes it so much more enjoyable. They are a mess, yet both Patsy and Eddie are someone I wouldn’t mind aspiring to be. Typing that is a bit sad, but what I mean is that it’s glamorized, in the fact that they are both successful and appear to have disposable cash.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, I’m drunk. Hahha. And then I was checking out Gawker. I love the whole Gawker family, especially Jezebel. Oh, my Jezebel girls. I love them to pieces.  In the last week there has been lots of talk about the SATC movie. Lots of it has been sexist, IMHO, but seriously, it’s meant for girls. And not just average people. It’s basically a fan film for the people who watched the series from the beginning. So for the average movie reviewer to write that it is crap – well, they aren’t taking into account the previous 6 years of the show. I think they actually did a pretty good job. It could have gone a lot worse, that’s for sure. Sure, there were parts that could have been better. Slice a few minutes from the Mexico vacay and the New Year’s montage, for example. All in all I enjoyed it and I don’t need to read that some snotty reviewer thinks that SJP has a horse face. Seriously? It’s fucking 2008 and people still find the need to make derogatory comments about a very talented and successful woman’s appearance. And to boot, she’s pretty fucking cute. Yeah, she’s aging (gracefully and naturally, god bless), but who cares? Ugh. And can anyone honestly tell me that they wouldn’t hit that, if say she was the girl in the apartment across from you, instead of being a Hollywood actress. From a women’s perspective, it is a bit refreshing having a role model, of sorts, that is within my own reach. Oh, and I love Footloose, but that might be another post entirely.

Ok, now that I have said my feelings about SJP, I need to move on to Matthew Broderick. He’s great. Why do people have to give him such a hard time. And I have to admit that I totally love that he’s letting his hair gray naturally. Too cute. Fuck all those gay rumors. I read celeb gossips like everyone else, but sometimes the comments make me sad. So much so, that I have stopped reading them for the most part. I still do and then feel angry and sad and guilty for doing so. People say such mean things that they wouldn’t normally say to ones face, but behind the anonymity of the internet they want to make a hoax of someones marriage. Why can’t people be happily married? What is wrong with that? That is what I want and I know it can happen. My parents are so happy. They are almost the same person. They are so cute and hilarious. I want that.

And I think it’s going to be a long, long time.

Currently listening to: Elton John

So, I bought my guitar. I just went and did it. Now what? It’s harder than I thought. I know everyone warned me about hard it is to learn the guitar, but I kind of always assumed that they weren’t as committed to the cause or perhaps just whiners. But yeah, I need to get into some lessons asap. I find it hard to even know what fingers are to be where. *whimpers* Its going to take a long time.

On the positive side of my thoughts, I’m so excited about the Sex and the City Movie. It’s almost cliche. I am planning a little shopping and drinks with a few girlfriends before the movie. Eeeeh. To prepare for the event, I have been watching episodes all week. I am currently wrapping up Season Four (before I have to watch the Grey’s Anatomy finale). I do love the episode “I Heart NY”. I think that was the episode where everything between Carrie and Big made sense to me. They just belong together. But that doesn’t mean that they will be together. The world is weird and everything is about timing. Yeah that and the fabulous pair of Christian Louboutin shoes.

Yaaaayyy!! Go Team Whitney!

Did y’all catch the ANTM finale? I didn’t actually think it was going to happen, but Whitney pulled it out. I feel proud – as proud as I can be for someone I don’t know.  She deserved it, if for no other reason than having to hear how fake she was from the judges all season.  Gawd.  Judges get over yourselves. I’m not entirely sure if Tyra is capable of ever getting over herself, it’s almost become part of her crazy ass charm.

Hello Kitty dreamin’

All day long all I could think about was the Fender Squier Hello Kitty Stratocaster. I don’t know how to play the guitar, but I want to learn and it’s the cutest fucking starter guitar that I have ever seen. Seriously, how cute is that?

http://www.fenderhellokitty.com/gear.html

Hello World!

I have started blogs in the past and never stuck with them. But this is different. I’ve probably said that before too. Who can really be certain?

I am really inspired these days to accomplish goals that I am setting for myself. I have started a group with a couple friends where we meet weekly and discuss creative ventures that we would like to undergo and we support each other and motivate each other. It’s pretty amazing really and yet so simple – friends getting together and helping each other. Anyway, one of my goals was simply to write, not even every day, just making myself put some words down.

I am not trying to kid myself, I know I don’t have any unique voice on the internet and I’m not even going to go there. I just need someplace to document the fact that today I saw four (count it, 4!) adults wearing rubber boots with sweatpants, while riding bikes. I’m okay with one of the above, maybe two, but it takes exceptional talent to pull off all three and trust me, not one of them had it. Did I mention that one guy had a handlebar mustache?