Our Favourite Songs Would Always Play For All Eternity

I have always loved this song, and will do forever.

HALLOWEEN!

Here in Toronto, there's always a crazy to-do down in the village on Halloween. I went last year and everyone wanted a picture with me because I went as David Bowie a la Ziggy Stardust (and the day before, I went partying with my friend as Aladdin Sane).

People seem to dig originality in terms of costumes, which is why instead of being someone who's popular now, I want to be someone fucking crazy from the late 70s... or early 90s. Because I'm pretty sure I'll see at least 15 Lady GaGa's.

I've narrowed my choices down to three.
- Debbie Harry
- Nancy Spungen
- Courtney Love

All have blond hair. All are kinda punk. All are fucking nuts. And I'm pretty sure no one else will be being any of them. Because, like the reaction I got from my friend when I told her I wanted to be Courtney Love (or something) shows, who would?

"I think I might be Courtney Love for Halloween."
"Ew. Why?"
"Why not? Who else would do?"
"Oh. True."

I don't want to run into another of myself in the village.

The Captain

Steve Yzerman was the captain of the Red Wings forever. Everyone in Detroit pretty much worships him. Including myself. Even though he's been retired for a while now.

When I was in grade school, I had an Yzerman jersey that I used to wear ALL the time.

I liked it soooo much, that as a punishment, whenever I was being bad, my parents would take it away for me. I'm pretty sure I cried about this at least once.

I have no idea what happened to it, which is very distressing. And yet, at the same time, I somehow doubt it would fit me now. Unfortunately, they're basically impossible to find anymore... and the ones you can find are a. autographed and b. $600.

I DON'T WANT A SIX HUNDRED DOLLAR AUTOGRAPHED YZERMAN JEERSEY!! I just want one I can wear. Oh well. "/

Billy Elliot

Billy Elliot is coming to Toronto at the end of January, which is super exciting because it was one of my favourite movies when I was growing up. I used to sit in the basement and watch it over and over and over again on VHS (so vintage).

I guess Toronto actually does have a lot of theatre productions that go on, but I never really go to see them.

Which is why I'm totally stoked that I've got a ticket to see Billy Elliot on February 9th. ^_^

I had wanted to move this winter... but I guess I'll stay put a while longer. I'm tired of moving mid-winter anyway. It's so shitty.

Vancouver 2011?

The Crazy House

A few weeks ago, at about 8 or 9 am, there was a bunch of banging from the wall next to mine. Literally shaking it, and making a ruckus the whole fucking building could hear. The banging had been going on all night. I went next door and knocked politely... and in return, my neighbour screamed at me through the door to get lost.

This morning, after only having fallen asleep about about six. Which was two and a half hours ago, I was once again awoken by banging and pounding. And then screaming out the window. What the fuck. Seriously.

Ke$ha(p) Chips

When my friend Ryan and I say Ke$ha, half the time it sounds like ketchup. And Ryan likes coming to visit Canada. But he doesn't like ketchup chips. But I do, so I'm always really excited about KE$HA CHIPS!!!!

!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!

Mediafire is back.
I guess their servers were just down yesterday.
All is now right with the world.

Had job interview today. Went well.

Just Fucking Kill Me

Ugh. Noooooo.

Mediafire got shut down. Worst news ever. EVER. EVER. EVER.

Now I'll have to use megaupload for all of my piracy. THEY DON'T ALLOW PARALLEL DOWNLOADS FOR FREE USERS. THIS BLOWS.

I'm so sad. :c

Ahahahahaha Fuck Off

So last night I was rollerskating around. And I stopped at a street corner... and some ghetto dude came up to me and was like, CAN I ROLLERBLADE WICHU BABY. So I looked down and pointed out that he wasn't wearing rollerblades. And neither was I. For that matter.

"So where are you going?"
"Home."
"Home where?"
"Home."
"Can I come with you?"
"No."
"How about we go to my house instead."
"Ummmmmmm..."

So at this point, a cop car pulled up a little ways away at the red light. And I looked over at them. And the male cop in the driver's seat went, "Haha. She's NOT your type dude." So they had a little discussion about that, before the female cop pointed out that maybe he wasn't my type. At which point he was like, "Tell them!" To me, thinking I'd say he was totally my type and I wanted to go home and fuck the shit out of him.

So I looked at him and told him he wasn't my type AT ALL. And then skated off, mouthing "THANK YOU!!!!" to the cops. At which point I heard him talking to them about how they just let a "fine ass girl" get away from him.

Like what the fuck was he going to do? Kidnap me...

Obviously I said he wasn't my type, which means clearly I wouldn't have been going anywhere with him anyway. The cops didn't even matter. They just made my job of flat out rejection easier.

Sometimes I wish I could be as ugly on the outside as I am on the inside.

I Don't Know What I Want

And I can't make up my mind.

Do I want to move to England and live there for two years or so... travel around Europe, then come back and move to the west coast?

Do I want to move to Austin, Texas, just for a few months and then jet off to Europe or NYC?

Do I want to move to LA and attempt to break into the entertainment industry?

I have NO idea which of these sounds most appealing.

I know for a fact that I cannot stand to stay in the middle of this continent though. It's driving me completely bonkers.