1. Would you rather bungee jump or skydive?
28 February 2010
1. Would you rather bungee jump or skydive?
I have CHANGED my URL in order for it to coincide better with the title and email of my blog, to create a sense of unity. The other URL was all I could think of at the time that wasn't taken. My URL is NO LONGER:
It has been CHANGED to:
Sorry if this screws anything up, and I hope that nobody has any trouble getting here, but if you have, please refer to my facebook profile, where my NEW URL is listed beneath my picture. The DIRECT LINK is in my INFO under WEBSITE. I hope that this URL makes sense in your minds as well, but if there are any objections, please feel free to comment or, if your comment is particularly long, which I doubt, email me at the address seen above my posts, that nice handy place you can't miss.
Also, if you follow my blog, you MUST change the link you have for my blog in your listings, or unfollow and refollow in order to be following, otherwise you are following a blog that does not exist!
I also hope the use of capital letters in excess hasn't made you think I'm yelling, I just want to be clear and highlight main points.
Thanks for following, or if you aren't following yet, thanks for choosing to follow right now because you love what you see!
27 February 2010
The sidewalks weren't plowed at the time when I left for the day, so walking was more than a chore. The snow was at my thighs (no exaggeration) and I was actually getting a workout--I was breathing heavy! It's not even as if I'm out of shape, it was just that deep. Macaroni. I love it.
In other news, Canadian women's curlers make dumb mistakes in the game and lose to the Swedes again. Not that a silver isn't acceptable, because it totally is (plus it's curling so I don't have much of an emotional investment in the...sport?...game?), but really. Even I could tell that was a dumb move. Harper was in the audience of course, because he would be watching the most boring event of all when the Olypmics are in his own country. Naturally, he was unimpressed.
As for men's hockey last night, against the Slovaks! That was intense! Our boys were kind of just killing time at the end while Slovakia kept givin' her, which was disappointing, but it was high-stress and awesome. 3-2 for us and a whole whack of cheering to our all-star goalie, Luongo, who really held the game together at the end. Going for the gold against the US of A next! Sorry, my American followers, but your nation is my competition this time. :) May the best team win.
Now a shoutout to my loverly boyfriend, who has followed my blog for many months and has been with me for longer than that. You are the cherry on top, my darling. I love you!
Finally, I've just decided that I'm going to start thanking followers and non-following but daily reading people of my blog more often. I won't say in every blog, because as we can see I have only eleven followers (feel free to help me change that for the better), so that would be rather a short-lived project. Plus I might not remember or it might not fit into a given blog. At any rate, this blog goes out to my boyfriend, as mentioned. He follows with his Google account. You should do this too, non-bloggers!
And we'll all live happily ever after.
24 February 2010
Some pictures of this intriguing icicle on my house. That eaves trough has had its day. The icicle population is in excess and the gutters look positively wretched.
My hip flexors are really sore from kind of over-stretching them today at the Y and I'm tired even though I slept in two and a half hours this morning.
That Coca-Cola commercial that shows a bundle of clips of people saying "(S)he scores!" is really effective and surprisingly enjoyable. It makes me appreciate how much hockey means to our nation, how it is the glue that holds us all together. I also like the commercial that shows the guy who dumps a bunch of chicks because they wreck his car.
And a shout out to my BFF Fro Joe, also known as Joe Crozier, who is going to follow my blog because I mentioned him in a post finally and he, naturally, loves me dearly. He must put that Google account to good use. You are awesome Joe. Following my blog can only make you awesomer.
I'm not surprised, seeing as it is Collingwood, that homosexuality is largely misunderstood and prejudiced against, but I am ever-astounded at the atrocious attitude our town's members openly exude toward people of this orientation. How can a person say, in all seriousness, that "faggots should die", intentionally within hearing range of a gay man, no less, without regret? Or feeling? What kind of home must one be raised in to have such ignorance and hate toward a person with no reason other than what turns him on? What kind of environment moulds a being into such a beast?
I hate walking down the hall with my gay friend and seeing people stare at us like we're freaks of nature--him for his sexuality, me for befriending him. What difference does it make whether he likes Daniels or Danielles? It's nobody's business but his, just as it isn't his business if they want to bang drunk chicks every Saturday night. I hate that everyone makes it theirs. It's absolutely sickening. Thankfully, my friend is intelligent and capable enough to blow their stupidity off and ignore them completely, but it just irks me. I don't know why people feel entitled to such behaviour. It's disgusting and frustrating and it just bothers me so much that anyone could ever have the cruelty of spirit to intend to hurt someone over something so very irrelevant. I could just explode. I get stared at enough as it is for my weird clothing/tree-hugging/nerd girl-ness.
I feel like the next Chloé of CCI.
20 February 2010
12 February 2010
Anyway, it's pretty cool that the Olympics are in my country. I kind of want to say it makes it feel less distant and otherworldly, but it doesn't, really. The Olympics don't feel any closer to home even though they are. Someone from my school is going to be snowboarding. Ah well, that's the way it is I suppose. I like to watch the figure skating, speed skating, ski/snowboard jumping and ski/snowboard races. I like the other stuff too, of course, like the very Canadian sport that is hockey, but even though I enjoy winter as a season much more than summer, I like the summer Olympics more.
In other news, I fell at work today. It wasn't very embarrassing because the only one who saw was Greg and he is very polite and gentlemanly and didn't even mention it to anyone else as I am sure anyone else would have, which was awesome. He asked if I was okay and moved on with his life. Plus I saw him drop something and spill it all over the place later and didn't mention it, so we're even. The only downer was that I kind of hurt my wrist and it made my ongoing headache even worse, which really sucked. I've felt awful all night. Highlight of my night: Vince got my Sunday shift covered! Yes! I was contemplating faking sick if I couldn't get anyone to take my shift, but I didn't really want to be deceitful and I hate calling in. I feel bad because they need me there. Hence, I opted for honesty and just told my managers I needed Sunday off because I wanted to be with with my boyfriend on Valentine's Day. It turns out this was an excellent idea because Vince jumped on it and tried (and succeeded!) to get my shift covered all night. I was so grateful. So that is awesome.
Plus I was working with Jarred tonight and he's the bestest manager of them all. Also awesome.
If only I wasn't feeling so sick.
09 February 2010
I hate that.
I also hate when you think you're taking chick pea curry out of the fridge and then you realise after you microwave it that it smells very different from chick pea curry and smells mysteriously like homemade rosé sauce with veggie meat in it, and then when you taste it you find yourself eating not the substantial meal that is chick pea curry but the sauce that goes on the pasta that would fill you but you eat it anyway because you're lazy and it tatstes good besides?
Well, I don't really hate that. It's kind of fun and unexpected.
03 February 2010
01 February 2010
And as much as being hit on alone bothers me, the way so many of them do it kills me too. They do it like every word they say has the deepest meaning to the listener and like we've never laid eyes on a more sexy human male. They smile smugly and act as if they already have you wrapped around their finger before they even hear a response. I suppose that's the confident attitude needed to go up to a strange girl and indirectly ask for sex, but there is a vast difference between confidence and cockiness. Plus, does it ever occur to them that perhaps I'm already involved in a relationship? Perhaps I have all those kinds of needs satisfied? Perhaps I'm single and I like it that way (plus I'm not looking for love with that kind of guy anyway)? Perhaps I'm career-driven? Perhaps my husband just hasn't come into the store yet? Perhaps I'm a lesbian? Perhaps anything, really? What difference does it make? There is no reason for men to just hit on people randomly like that. I am going to safely assume that most mature women are unimpressed by dickheads. Is it supposed to be like practice or something?
Plus, I don't know about anyone else, but I like humility. When a guy is confident enough to approach you, intelligent enough to compose a sentence and mature enough to respect you, that is when you'll notice him as a normal human being who is not trying to repress pitching a tent. Plus it's cute when they mess up and get embarassed.
I guess my point is that I would like to be able to go out into the world as a human, not a helpless female in need of some man power, and just buy my Gatorade in peace.
Plus, when was the last time a pick up line actually worked on a sober woman? Probably never. Save it for the wasted honeys.