July 2009
the squirrel story
Have I posted about this yet? How I left my fire escape window open to let a breeze in, and then when I went back into my living room to read, there was a freaking squirrel there? And so I squealed and ran into my bedroom and shut the door. And then went out for drinks instead of chasing it out?
It’s fine, I didn’t get rabies. But I have had some terrifying dreams about waking up with...
vintage tennis (noun, vin-tij te-nəs): a type of...
I should have taken a picture, it was like, my white shirt, a white vest from aa, tan short shorts and someone else’s running shoes. It was a really good look.
tumblr has so much nsfw content.
(via hatapon)
I have a habit of having pictures of pretty girls wearing pyjamas up just as VIPs walk past me. Oops.
"So keep being exceptional!"
Things I love: emails from my dad talking about how awesome I am and how proud he is of me. I mean, I’m sure your parents are supposed to love you unconditionally when you’re a kid and everything you do is cute. But still? Heart heart heart.
“Jimmy Stewart is always and indisputably the best man in the world unless Cary...”
– Love Walked In
“You should become a coffeeshop manager. When I say I’m a coffeeshop...”
– Love Walked In
(true story, guys)
In praise of non-traditional adulthood →
This was really something I needed to read this morning. It’s frustrating having so many of my friends have high-paying jobs and upcoming summer weddings. Frustrating just because I have to explain to them why I don’t care. I like where I am in life. I can’t imagine changing any of it. And um, just because I’m doing something at 22, doesn’t mean I have any intention...
“There’s a thin line between hipster and hobo.”
– Jason Sweeney
You know, at least a half dozen times now I’ve had to squint at someone with patchy facial hair wearing a lot of flannel and figure it out…
all the better to drum-annoyedly-on-counters with,...
I just found pictures of myself from my long-haired, fake-nails, retail-working days. Whoa. It’s really freaky how made up I am, but how baby-faced I manage to look.
sundays off are the best
Wake up early even without an alarm. Sit in front of fan drinking coffee and debating what to wear.
Delicious brunch with one of my favourite people, with service (coffee refills and arm squeezes!) from a cute redhead in chucks. Walk home, change, put hair up again, dance around to Yeah Yeah Yeahs for a while. Walk back to Bronson, 85 to Rideau, 95 to the east end. Huge movie theatre for Harry...
scariest effing night ever last night
I had this weird form of sleep paralysis and was positive someone was breaking into my house through my fire escape window. No more 8 pm to 4 am sleeping for me!
c.r.a.z.y.
They were turning the lights in my office on and off all morning and it’s made me slighty batty. Also I felt sort of like I was in Eternal Sunshine, and at any second the office was going to disappear and I’d be standing on a beach in the snow.
traveller's hangover
Drew thinks I have it, and in order to fix it I have to figure out what’s bothering me about Ottawa. Je n’aime pas self-analysis.
Flurg murg glurg murg murg tennis.
Barbara Walters: Let's get personal. Your father Werner was a burger server in suburban Santa Barbara.
Jenna Maroney: Yes, that's right.
Barbara Walters: When he spurned your mother Verna for a curly-haired surfer named Roberta. Did that hurt her?
Jenna Maroney: It was hard on all of us, yes.
Barbara Walters: Flurg murg glurg flurg murg murg murg tennis murg murg. Was a murg murg flurg?
Jenna Maroney: I'll always be his little girl.
My dad and I are equally obsessed with 30 Rock, and between this and the Al Gore quotes from Greenzo, we can keep each other laughing for hours.
embarrassing!
Me: So uh, do you like the Jonas brothers?
Ten-year-old neighbour: No, not really.
Me: Oh. Do you like Miley Cyrus?
TYO Neighbour: No. I think they're both kind of fake...
Ack! How can a ten-year-old girl see that they're fake and yet I still like them?
Arcade Fire - This Must Be The Place/Naive Melody...
I’m currently on the most amazing Greyhound bus I’ve ever been on. Free wifi? Outlets for my laptop? Drink holders so my coffee isn’t balanced precariously in the seat pocket? Non-hideous upholstery? I kind of want to live on this bus. Day four of being home from the west coast, and guess what? It’s threatening to rain. Again. It has rained every single day since I’ve...
Are cats dumb? →
You’re in dangerous territory there, Ottawa Sun.
the return
A week and a half away was enough to perma-disrput my sleeping schedule, so lately I’ve been mainly awake between noon and 2 am, and then rest of the time I am in this really restless sleep where I wake up diagional on my bed with my pillows all thrown half-way across the room. I do not love summer in this city.
But on another note, I will have pictures and vacation notes soon. First I have...
