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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2006|08:31 pm]
This week brought to you by Percy Shelly*



* And by Laura, for reminding me of this fabulous AP quote
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I believe my frigid heart is defrosting. [Feb. 9th, 2006|07:55 pm]
On the train today, I read this: http://straight.com/content.cfm?id=15821

"Even then, we all knew that February 14 was the one day of the year when the balance of power veered sharply. For many of us, it was the first time we actually listened for serious clues to the inner workings of a whole other gender. The stress made us erupt in high-pitched giggles as we sought premature solace in corner-store prescriptions of vividly dyed confectionery. I can recall frantically popping those heart-shaped candies—the ones that spelled out things like “U. R. Tops”—as if they were some kind of miracle nerve pill."

Man, I loved those candies that tasted like Tums.
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My Life Is Over. [Nov. 11th, 2005|08:35 pm]

Fox, what the fuck are you doing!?!


This is a dark, dark day.
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Huzzah! [Nov. 3rd, 2005|05:12 am]
[Current Mood |amusedamused]
[Current Music |New Buffalo - Come Back]

I passed my class 5 road test!

So this means:

1.) I can drive after drinking approximately half a beer.
2.) I don't have to worry about reverting back to those new "N" rules, which I would have undoubtedly broken.
3.) I don't have really short hair in my driver's license photo anymore.

But really, it just means I tricked someone into believing that I drive 50 kilometers an hour, and that I don't hit random dumpsters from time to time.
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Everyone Else is Doing It. [Oct. 2nd, 2005|12:15 pm]
[Current Mood |contentcontent]
[Current Music |ELO - Strange Magic]

I have to do this, otherwise the livejournal goons will dig out my eyeballs with a spoon. Or give me disapproving looks. Whatever.

Leave your name and

1. I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.

3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.

4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. (or whatever, I don't really give a shit)
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(Crushed.) [Sep. 11th, 2005|07:12 pm]
[Current Mood |lazylazy]
[Current Music |Radiohead - Airbag]

My life was going well until 6:24 on Saturday evening.

I was on my way to Destiny's Child. (I won tickets. Don't look at me like that.)

I knew Tyra Banks was supposed to open for the last Destiny's Child concert. That crazy mama-lovin', rib-eatin', forehead-barin' ex-super model, future pseudo-Oprah entity was going to be at GM Place, and I was going to be screaming my head off, avenging my super-role model, Janice Dickinson.

And then Claudia called.

There was to be no Tyra. Furthermore,there was to be no Amerie. There was to be no Mario. I was not trippin'.

Instead, we got Keisha Chante.

My world crumbled. Crumbled! CRUMBLED!

But then two drunk women got into a fist fight in our section. It was pretty exciting. And the show was as lavish as you would expect a Destiny's Child show to be.

But I will remember this Tyra. I will rue the day.

(In other less exciting news - I started work at Parks and Rec again today, doing one of these large-scale family festivals. My face-painting skills have not improved. I think there is a kid wandering around with a large black blob on his face, telling people that it's a cat. No, no kid. It's a big, black blob. And I apologize. My hand slipped.)
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(no subject) [Aug. 17th, 2005|11:05 pm]
[Current Music |Iron and Wine - Such Great Heights]


Cleaning out my closet today.

I had magazines from when Brad & Jen were still finding ways to keep it fresh! When Tom and Nicole heated up the big screen in the next major classic, Eyes Wide Shut! When Brittney Spears was still a virgin!

I also found my certificate for the "Ranger Rick Club" and "Primary Jazz Dance, Level 3"

It was an intense clean.
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Trailer Shopping. [Aug. 15th, 2005|07:23 pm]
[Current Mood |hothot]
[Current Music |White Stripes - The Denial Twist]

Oh my.

Watch this trailer:


Claudia gave me the book for Christmas, and it was wonderful and sad and provoking. I'm really interested to see how it's going to wind up as a movie.

Then, perhaps try this one:


Yay! Meryl Streep! Oooh! Uma Thurman! Together, in film!

And of course, this trailer:


I think I have seen this one a million times, and every go I still get goosebumps.

It's going to be a good fall movie season.
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Tia Portuguese-a! [Aug. 7th, 2005|10:01 pm]
[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[Current Music |Radiohead - Karma Police]

I just came back from the airport - my grandpa's brother and his daughter came from Portugal for a two week stay in Canada. We all went as one big happy extended family to go greet them, and I'm so glad I went. My grandpa was giddy! (Well - as giddy as an old Portuguese man could be.) My grandma turns to me and goes, "Your grandfather is really excited." So I knew it was going to be a huge deal, simply because I've never seen my grandpa excited over anything except:

1.) Wine
2.) Soccer
3.) Mangoes at a good price.

They have not seen one another for twenty years. At the gate, we were all waiting, watching. No pictures had been exchanged. Nobody knew how the other had aged. And all of a sudden, this vibrant woman walks through the glass arrival doors and hollers. Everybody else hollers. It's one big hollering session! This is my cousin Gorete. She is 51, a grandma, and quite possibly the coolest woman I have ever seen. She's got these big clear glasses with silver accents, is wearing cuffed jean capris and have a Louis Vuitton luggage case. Her hair is cut short with red highlights. Everybody is talking, my grandpa is hugging her, and then shaking hands with his brother. Technically, he's my great uncle. Tiu Alvrez. They served pizza on the plane. He hates pizza. So does my grandpa! We're off to a great start!

They don't speak any English, and I don't speak any Portuguese, but we're using translators (my mom is very helpful.) Alvrez calls me "shorty." Everyone is smiling, and we make our way out of the terminal, where he lights up a cigarette. The man smokes three packs a day - I don't know how he made it through the nine hour flight. You can tell they are brothers.

And all through the night, I'm wondering why didn't they make me learn how to speak Portuguese? Why, instead of going to kindergym or swimming lessons, didn't I end up in the basement of some old church learning this language?
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where are we now? [Jul. 3rd, 2005|12:56 pm]
[Current Mood |tiredtired]
[Current Music |Postal Service - Brand New Colony]

Yesterday, Nikki, Nojan, Sarah and myself went to the Arch. Good times were had.

Anyways, Sarah and I came out of the place, and crossed the street to the parkade where my car hung out for the evening. Long story short, there was a large white gate across the parkade entrance. We couldn't see any attendant, and most of the lights were off. Needless to say, we both had panic attacks right there on Richards. My car! Sarah's stuff! All of it, locked behind this gate! Curses! Sarah had the bright idea to go into the convienience store next door to see if there was some number we could phone, to rescue the veichle.

We enter the store. The dialogue went something like this:

Jillian: Excuse me, do you have a phone number for the parkade next door?
Man: Why?
Jillian: My car is locked in the parkade
Man: What time did you park there?
Jillian: About ten tonight
Man: That's impossible
Jillian: ...
Man: The parkade next door? It's closed on weekends. And on holidays.
Jillian: Oh.

We had gone to the wrong parkade. The car was parked half a block up, in a parkade that was, in fact, not closed. Yeah. Genius.
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