Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Can I borrow a feeling?

Can you lend me a glove of love?
I have had the song 'Can I Borrow a Feeling?' sung by Milhouse's depressed father on the Simpsons stuck in my head for 2 days. I blame the girls at Go Fug Yourself.

The thing is singing at work is even less acceptable than sitting and reading blogs at work, and singing 'Can I Borrow A Feeling' is completely shameful. So I'm holding it in, and its hurting me. I will never be sophisticated, I simply have too many such demons haunting my being, also I laugh too much.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Notes to Brendan

Beej can you make me a template for my blog? I don't have any design stuff at home and besides you're so good.

Also lets go to Toronto together someday and visit this metro station: "Wilson: ugliest station with humourously dated interior design (i.e. pictures of 70's era Ontario Place)," oh and Nana and Papa. This will have to be after my four month work-athon, which btw has a possibility of weekly 6 - 9 shifts at the reception job (in addition to the 65 hours!! HILARIOUS).

lazy person, crazy person and the 65 hour work week

I keep mentioning my plan to work 7 days a week this summer to everyone I know, like my roommate who was returning home as I left for work this morning and desperately wanted to get to her bed, because I am waiting for someone to agree with me. No one yet has said, "doctor/slave hours, no weekends, good idea!" the closest was, "well its your choice." I'm still at a point where I think its funny.

Which reminds me of the quote of the day, "Am I crazy? Yeah I'm fuckin insane!!" - Man on Ste-Catherines St.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

I want a plot in a community garden real bad. I have wanted one for 3 years! I am not on the waiting list though, there seemed to be a lot more communities gardens near my Decarie and Little Burgundy appartments than there are near my Mile-End home. Go figure...

I am always full of big plans anyways.

Its all in the follow-through.


This organization sounds real cool. Unfortunately for me they are located in Toronto, but for the next three weeks I'm too young to benefit from their volunteer-hour art auction anyways.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

from the mcgill classifieds (alternate title: fuck you)

WANTED! live in maid and cook for the upcoming year!

Posted Saturday, April 8, 2006
Calling all illegal immigrants!!!!The chance of a lifetime awaits you in the heart of the McGill Ghetto! 2 lovely students are offering free room and board as well as an office in exchange for your cooking and light cleaning services. There will be plenty of free time for you to pursue other career opportunities as well. Contact us for interviews starting early next week!
Jina Cascienny

Friday, April 07, 2006

Re-occurring Things

1. I often dream my teeth are falling out. I will feel the exact sensation I did when I wiggled them loose as a child. I will sometimes dream that I am not dreaming and that all my previous dreams are finally coming true and my teeth are in a pile in my hand.

2. I teach a (fake) ESL class at the YMCA residence and I keep panicking while planning what I will teach because I don't know any of the related words, it's then I realize I am trying to think of the words in French.

My friend Adam is now teaching the course with me, we are so unqualified, I'm sure we're running the best fake English class in town! To join the class you simply have to seek asylum in Canada, then live with 300 other people while you wait for temporary social assistance to kick in. If you like playing non-musical chairs you are in for a major treat.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

vote me for vp of going places

Vote Noah Stewart-Ornstein for VP Loyola, not because I am concerned or knowledgable about Concordia politics but because I have owed him diner for over a year, and I still have his dad's mini-disc player... oh and because people who like vegan mush should be able to get it for free at the campus of their choice. Journalism, Communications, and Theatre Students need that slop more than anyone. (Except me, I`m a picky eater).

I`m going to have to pack and move that mini-disk player because I am moving to hipsterville on Friday. All this typing on the internet sure is helping me pack.

I've had this blog for one year, in which time almost nothing has happened. I recommend reading this instead especially if you want to know about school-spirit keg party type people and don`t want to read that I Am Charlotte Simmons book written by a 60 year old man. I never did want to read that but I'm betting this girl writes better than that guy anyways, (plus I'm willing to guess that he makes his main character girl all slutty and sad about it, doesn't he?).

Sunday, March 26, 2006

the land of waking up

Yesterday morning I paid for the internet to wake-me up. I used to make someone call me long distance to do it. You see, in my sleep I can not only hit snooze ... I can turn the alarm off, and I have unplugged it. This wake up call is sad, but not as sad as when the girl who sat next to me in highschool science offered to call my house to remind me to go to bed at night. I didn't even know her.

I work at 8 a.m. every Saturday and Sunday. I will never party on the weekend again. This lack of weekend drinking/outing is barely a noticable change, but I do wish I could be less shy and/or venture out alone on other days of the week to places that will not be really crowded and/or filled with friends. If I could do that I'd have gone to see the Magik Markers tonight, but I couldn't so I took a nap. The bassist from that band was in my class and I was curious ...

I think its from a link on their now missing website that I found this site which I read often for inexplicable reasons. I mean if I wrote about what I ate for lunch I could not possily make anyone care but this guy does. I also read this woman's site often, she is a really hip Mormon mother from New York. So you can see how I can relate.... being an unhip lapsed Catholic who couldn't even co-care for a cat and all.

update: I did not get a cat and then get rid of it. I am not an asshole or an idiot. I tried to care for the cat after my roommate abandoned it (to join the military), but it had no shots, had not been nutered, and started spraying everywhere. The vet wouldn't take care of it saying it was sick, her parents think it made their dog die, and when I told her all this she came home one weekend while I was at work and "got rid of the stinking animal". Then she said she was too emotionally distressed to have gotten rid of his stinking litter. Poor Indy!

Indy by the way, was named after India, which she wants to one day name her child. She is francophone and does not know that Indie music exists but I still felt such a loser to say his name.