Ahhh yes, it's that time of year again. No, it's not December, no snow has flown yet, nor has Santa even thought about taking the ole sled for a spin. But the time has come once more to deck the halls. The school halls that is, and decked with students of course. And just like those quirky commercials of yesteryear used to display ecstatic parents riding shopping carts and singing with glee, I too am filled with excitement for BACK TO SCHOOL! That's right, hittin' the books. This means less hours brewing, grinding, and serving, and more time doing things I fully dig. For instance: reading novels, reading poetry, learning French, georeferencing, making flash cards, writing essays, and of course, blogging!
I wish all my fellow returning school mates a successful year!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I Saw You
17(ish) Year Old Girl in a Purple Plaid Jacket at Metrotown:
I was going to submit an ad to one of those 'I Saw You' columns, but decided against it for two reasons: 1. I wouldn't have enough space to let out my full range of emotions and 2. the really nice girl I had the encounter with probably isn't smart enough to know where to find a newspaper or what to do with it when she found it. Other than letting her chihuahua piss on it that is. So I'm blogging it instead.
It's about 1600 hours on a Tuesday, I've got my bubble tea and I'm enjoying a leisurely stroll through the mall. At first I'm headed for the exit but something in Off The Wall catches my eye. Now, unlike some civilians in a large shopping center, I always take the necessary precautions when crossing a high traffic path. (I'm sure you know the ones I'm talking about. Ninety eight percent of the people are walking with the grain and then this cool guy on his Blackberry who forgot his girlfriend's birthday cuts through every single one of them to get into Swarovski, as if the world owes him something. I'm curious to know how people like this were raised, honestly).
I digress. Back to my story. So I'm watching carefully to make sure I don't pull an Ed-Hardy-wearing-douche-bag move and let the swarm of people pass before I lay my tracks into the store. Alas! I see a break and I make my move. This is where things shifted into slow motion, like a high speed collision that you know is inevitable, but you're forced to watch it anyways.
I can see that even though I've made my move at an appropriate time, this girl was suddenly walking faster. It was like she was trying to walk into me or something. (Think traffic: you have adequate time to make a left turn on a fully green light and an oncoming truck purposely steps on it. You get the idea). At this time, we made eye contact and she looked pissed. Arms folded, a face of stone and a walk like she was a part of Hitler's third Reich. I mean, I guess I'd be mad too, after spending what looked like four hours caking on foundation and eyeliner, only to have to go to my 4-9 shift in Metrotown!
Being a person that doesn't much like confrontation, I made just a tiny little swerve from her path hoping to avert disaster. DISASTER NOT AVERTED. It was then that she KICKED my right foot as she walked past. Beyond amazed that that actually just happened, all I could muster up was 'bitch' as she kept on her people mowing path.
I don't know what her problem was. Maybe her boyfriend started a fight with her, maybe she ran out of her favourite Morose Noir eye makeup, or maybe she just plain sucks. Whatever the case may be, I'm sure she feels much better now for giving my foot that little kick on her way past me. Whatever helps her sleep at night! I just hope for the sake of all Metrotown patrons that she doesn't break to the point of tears or I may need to compose another blog entry on her: Metrotown Halls Flooded Black from Cake Face's Tears!
An aside for anyone who stumbles upon this:
we are livng in a scoiety that was unimaginable only 100 years ago. We drive cars, fly 35,000 feet above the ground, browse the web almost anywhere in the world and can type a text message to everyone we know at any time. Our lives are not that bad and we have nothing to be miserable about. Be thankful that you woke up this morning rather than dwelling on the things that didn't happen for you today. And instead of being angry and kicking random people who you don't know, just be happy. It wouldn't kill you to smile!
Signing off,
Good night.
I was going to submit an ad to one of those 'I Saw You' columns, but decided against it for two reasons: 1. I wouldn't have enough space to let out my full range of emotions and 2. the really nice girl I had the encounter with probably isn't smart enough to know where to find a newspaper or what to do with it when she found it. Other than letting her chihuahua piss on it that is. So I'm blogging it instead.
It's about 1600 hours on a Tuesday, I've got my bubble tea and I'm enjoying a leisurely stroll through the mall. At first I'm headed for the exit but something in Off The Wall catches my eye. Now, unlike some civilians in a large shopping center, I always take the necessary precautions when crossing a high traffic path. (I'm sure you know the ones I'm talking about. Ninety eight percent of the people are walking with the grain and then this cool guy on his Blackberry who forgot his girlfriend's birthday cuts through every single one of them to get into Swarovski, as if the world owes him something. I'm curious to know how people like this were raised, honestly).
I digress. Back to my story. So I'm watching carefully to make sure I don't pull an Ed-Hardy-wearing-douche-bag move and let the swarm of people pass before I lay my tracks into the store. Alas! I see a break and I make my move. This is where things shifted into slow motion, like a high speed collision that you know is inevitable, but you're forced to watch it anyways.
I can see that even though I've made my move at an appropriate time, this girl was suddenly walking faster. It was like she was trying to walk into me or something. (Think traffic: you have adequate time to make a left turn on a fully green light and an oncoming truck purposely steps on it. You get the idea). At this time, we made eye contact and she looked pissed. Arms folded, a face of stone and a walk like she was a part of Hitler's third Reich. I mean, I guess I'd be mad too, after spending what looked like four hours caking on foundation and eyeliner, only to have to go to my 4-9 shift in Metrotown!
Being a person that doesn't much like confrontation, I made just a tiny little swerve from her path hoping to avert disaster. DISASTER NOT AVERTED. It was then that she KICKED my right foot as she walked past. Beyond amazed that that actually just happened, all I could muster up was 'bitch' as she kept on her people mowing path.
I don't know what her problem was. Maybe her boyfriend started a fight with her, maybe she ran out of her favourite Morose Noir eye makeup, or maybe she just plain sucks. Whatever the case may be, I'm sure she feels much better now for giving my foot that little kick on her way past me. Whatever helps her sleep at night! I just hope for the sake of all Metrotown patrons that she doesn't break to the point of tears or I may need to compose another blog entry on her: Metrotown Halls Flooded Black from Cake Face's Tears!
An aside for anyone who stumbles upon this:
we are livng in a scoiety that was unimaginable only 100 years ago. We drive cars, fly 35,000 feet above the ground, browse the web almost anywhere in the world and can type a text message to everyone we know at any time. Our lives are not that bad and we have nothing to be miserable about. Be thankful that you woke up this morning rather than dwelling on the things that didn't happen for you today. And instead of being angry and kicking random people who you don't know, just be happy. It wouldn't kill you to smile!
Signing off,
Good night.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Do Me A Favour
Listen to this song, and listen all the way through.
It's probably one of the weirdest songs I've ever heard, yet I can't stop listening. I also may or may not have a huge crush on the half Japanese, half Australian singer, Luke Steele. Formerly the frontman of The Sleepy Jackson, he paired up with Nick Littlemore of Pnau to form this duo in 2007.
Weird: yes. Something I'd normally be so into: no. Love it: most definitely.
Thank you internet for being an open door to the world of the unknown!
Empire of the Sun - Eclipse Broadcast
It's probably one of the weirdest songs I've ever heard, yet I can't stop listening. I also may or may not have a huge crush on the half Japanese, half Australian singer, Luke Steele. Formerly the frontman of The Sleepy Jackson, he paired up with Nick Littlemore of Pnau to form this duo in 2007.
Weird: yes. Something I'd normally be so into: no. Love it: most definitely.
Thank you internet for being an open door to the world of the unknown!
Empire of the Sun - Eclipse Broadcast
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