Hello, Mister Richie...

Just woke up to Dancing on The Ceiling on my alarm clock/radio.


This is a good thing because I danced around my room with my hands in the air feeling like this week will be better than last.





















Lionel Richie is looking our for me, and he's a pretty big guy....He could take anyone! He could take anything... And make music of it, and so I hereby crown Lionel Richie my kindred spirit and unlikely saviour...of the week?? We'll see.

















If you know my home, you know that Lionel Richie features prominently, he's there, Lionel Richie, wherever you look...just READY to take on anything.

















So Lionel Richie is looking out for me you guys, okay??

















He's also making it warmer outside, which is very necessary right now.

















Lionel Richie bless Lionel Richie. Do you feel me on this one??





















I worked last night and it blew chunks.
















But I made enough money in tips to take a cab home from the party I thought I wasn't in the right spirits for....but it turned out I was that funny person that was "just leaving" for 2 hours and ended up staying for 3 more.





















Had a fun conversation with a guy who drills in the ARCTIC at MINUS 60, something to do with mineral excavation and hanging with geologists...When I told him I was half-Estonian he told me that reminds him of his number one movie Encino Man.





















Now not very many people know this, but when I rented Encino Man from Videoflicks with my babysitter Anne-Marie when I was 7, I watched it twice in a row! Anne-Marie thought I would like it so Anne-Marie turned even cooler than I already thought she was! She let us play with her hair, she'd piggyback us running down the stairs really fast and it felt SO FUN AND DANGEROUS, and she made pretty jewelery for her friend that was pretty like she was.





















So the peace out to Dani Jackson house party last night was a blast...I took the 24 and when I hopped on who should be there but my girl Melle Mel, and then 6 stops later, Lady Ayan jumps on, and we're all going in the same direction, to the same party to see off our dear friend the Deej, and it's like that song!


Now I'm going to go stroll down to the Old Port while taking in some baduizms...hopefully I'll see some moss growing on a rock because that always makes me feel good.



































































These are some pictures that I took in late November when I was strolling down there feeling good about life...

JORDAN CATALANO WHO/FOR MY SISTAS

Just got back from a romantic dinner with my girl Ayan, she who wined and dined me like she was straight crushin'...

It's kind of like we're doing a sweet little dance, because first I met her after class and gave her a white lace Road to Avonlea-ish dress and this really fantastic purple plaid belt that I picked up while cruising all the shops I never go to on St. Denis last Saturday when my mom came to hang with me and drink wine and eat sushi and talk about life.





















You know how when you live in a city with lots of cool shopping, you can get sort of over it (and poor??) and just watch Season 1 of 90210 over and over and over again??


















When people come to visit, they always want to "go shopping!" and then I remember that there are lots of sweet little shops around the corner from me that are fun even just for looking.

I found this store that has leather bags that are remakes of 1920s postal delivery bags from Paris in 1921. They are the size of a large envelopes and they are buttery delicious-smelling leather with POSTES embossed on them and they are really just so beautiful and I wish that I could have one but they are SOMETHING LIKE THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS.

Anyway, I met Ayan after class because our art history classes are right next door to one another and I gave her a present because I think she's the best and then she was like GIRL WHAT IS YOU SAYIN, LET ME TAKE YOU OUT.

Last night I ordered Boustan with my girls Dani "The Deej" Jackson and Melle Mel, and I didn't know they deliver because I've only ever gotten Bouston when I'm at work and I work like a stonesthrow away from Bouston so I never even thought to ask them to deliver. Although I'm sure they would... Thing is, Mr. Boustan is so incredibly charming and funny that if you're having a bad day and you weren't even hungry, you could go and order a vegetarian pita instead of going to see a rom-com and you would feel much better, even better if you gave your pita to that guy with the glasses and black hair that always has a cardboard sign telling you he needs beer because he's alright.














So after we dished and dismissed our worries, we went to Cock & Bull, where we united with a motley crew of Dani Jackson fans, there to send off The Deej into the deep unknown of Vancouver...where we know lots of kind and fun people who will welcome her and invite her over to play Duck Hunt. (Big ups to Maryam and Sarah Allan!)




















Maryam moved back to Vancouver LAST week and also it's her birthday, MARYAM IS TWENTY-FIVE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARYAM!!!





















So it was karaoke night, so I sang You Oughta Know to get the party started and it was kind of incredible and some of my very favourite ladies were there and then I got swayed into entering a karaoke contest that takes place in the next few weeks, with a grand prize of like a thousand dollars!














Not that I will win, but there are like 7 runners up with the minimum cash prize of 75 bones which is fun if it's yours, and if you don't win, you get like, a bunch of beer and cheesy t-shirt so everybody wins!

I'm glad I went to karaoke because I didn't really feel like it earlier that evening and then I felt girlpowered out.

I sang CRUISIN' with Dani Jackson and it was pure love.


We shut the place down with Young Turks, the best part being that I had registered as Kimberly Stewart. (Weird, just found out me and K.S. have the same birthday! Also if you cared to notice, the Weezer video I posted yesterday is from a live performance from August 21st also!!)





















Also, Dani sang A Long Walk as the night drifted away and I was mesmerized...


I was right at the stage touching her fingertips like I was the number one fan...considering I was the number one fan.

Then I said, "Dani, let's take a long walk home together..." and everybody laughed and then I said "What?? Let's! I mean we're going in the same direction!"

I know that's not the funniest thing in the world, but it's cool when you realize your sense of humour is still around, when you had feared it was frozen 'til summer...





















I was pretty sure Dani's friend Arnie's friend Dwayne was Busy's brother from Ready or Not but he said it wasn't true (but he was lying.)









Then Cody from Degrassi Next Gen walked by and he and Arnie were like SUP because they have a class together and then Dwayne was like "YOU'RE FROM DEGRASSI! WHAT HAPPENED?! DIDJA GET FIRED?!?!"

And Cody laughed it off and said, "Hey, I gotta learn!"






















I think that Cody liked our rendition of Young Turks like nobody else in the room, so GOD BLESS DEGRASSI!












This is for my sister, for reminding me that one day Angela Chase woke up and she was okay afterall...

WHITE BIKINI BARES IT ALL...

This morning I felt like Jennifer Aniston.



















And by that I don't mean that I woke up with perfect hair. I hadn't even gone to bed yet actually.
















It's like I was Jennifer Aniston at the post office in Shoppers Drug Mart ("Pharmaprix"), you know, because I had to send something to New Zealand!


















And then I (in the spirit of Jennifer Aniston) think, "Why did I come here right now? Of course I'll run into flipping tabloids and overhear the gossiping of people I don't know! DUH! UGH!"

















Well in my world, that's what it feels like to log onto facebook and not know how to turn off the newsfeed (can you??) and be flabbergasted by the notion that people I don't know think it's cool to publicly put their two cents in on my relationship that just ended. A relationship, it should be noted, that was not theirs??





















So I know that text messaging and cell phones and cybernetworks blah blah blah have changed people's notions of etiquette, and I should just accept that. And I know that most people have better things to do than read the tabloids, but whatever, it was pretty lame.
















When I saw that it was apparently appropriate to broadcast one's opinion about a situation one can not possibly know very much about, I felt like "Wow, really??" so basically it was like when Jennifer Aniston said "That was uncool."

















So I know I thought I was supposed to be all lighthearted in here, but this is just a friendly reminder that we could all (some of us more than others) stand to be a little more sensitive.

All this goes to say that I didn't not have a great night last night before I accidentally let my raw feelings get hurt when I got home.

I had a really fun time with some really cool pals and I was happy. More on that later, right now I'm going to the YMCA eventhough I missed Regis & Kelly...maybe some New Degrassi will be on there! Toby from Degrassi was at Cock & Bull last night. More on that later...

Anyway, this week is sort of hard but I seem to be navigating it okay...





















And don't I look cute in my white bikini??

Yeah! Seeya!

SIGNS OF LIFE!!!

It still smells like new car in here! So many possibilities!





















New car is a smell that is both unsettling and exciting, no??





















It's like "Well this smells funny and not like that comfy shitbox with 10 year old kleenex boxes under the seats and the broken tape player that only plays one tape because it's stuck."
















But...it's also like "Yeah, but this smell means roadtrip because no one I know is buying a new car and I don't even know how to drive so this is cool because I just get to sit in the back and read trashy magazines and let my hair blow in the wind!"
















Ayan! You are driving!
















How do you feel about renting a brand-new one of these??





















Excellent! Pick me up at 8, I'll buy breakfast.










So last time I wrote here I was stoked on a really fun January with my steady.















I joked in a carefree manner with smooth sailing undertones...


















Shortly thereafter, a skeleton would fall out of the closet, which is sometimes a bummer and in the case, yes, it was a bummer.






















Love can make you idealize someone, which may not be ideal considering no one is perfect, but nevertheless, love can do that.

















Here's the thing about finding a skeleton in the closet. You think, "Maybe I can just shut the door and surround myself with stuffed animals and go back to sleep like it's no biggie! I mean, it wasn't Andre the GIANT'S skeleton! It was more like that of an Oompa Loompa..."






















Besides, if there are more unexpected guests, you can just make them into scarf and sell it to young Hollywood!


















Easier said than done...and then it's like, "If you want to destroy my sweater..."



Anyway, February was not that fun or funny, so I didn't really feel like writing.














Devin asked me why I never blog anymore which struck me as a silly thing to say if it were a genuine inquiry...












I write when I have funny thoughts, when I am happy and when I can find humour in situations that are not necessarily happy or funny. This last month proved pretty hard to navigate.



















Cream eggs are delicious and I am glad that I had some bestowed upon me in recent weeks, but cream eggs are like a gateway drug...













You see, you want a cream egg, and you get one. Then you get another and you're like "Sweet, another cream egg!" but then you start to wonder if even all the cream eggs that bunny rabbit lays would make you feel better, really...

Maybe?? Probably??? Let's see!

It would take a really serious bunny.





















And they are few and far between...

I honestly don't follow blogs with regularity, but I know that some people really dish their innermost turmoil, in the spirit of misery loving company. And you can go hang out there if you know where those blogs are but I am keeping this vague and lighthearted because then I can get on with more funny things.

What the heck is this blog about anyway?? I know that it's basically about nothing with some reference to my life...I guess when I think about it, I hope that when someone raids this fridge they never leave feeling like life is a major bummer.




















Today I went to my favourite yoga class that I haven't been to in forever, mainly because when someone you love moves to where you are and rarely if ever has to wake up early, you can get in the habit of sleeping in and forget that you don't even like sleeping in that much.





















When I was on the elliptical at the Y this morning, I overheard the following exchange between the man next to the woman next to me and the woman next to me (both in their early 70s).

"You smell good! You smell like orange blossom water!" he said.

"Oh, thank you" she giggled.

"You do, you're like a Greek pastry!" he gushed.

I could feel her blush and it was the best.


As I looked out the third floor window at the corner of Saint Viateur and Parc, the day seemed to be warming up. Everything felt different than the last time I remember really registering that corner (in mid-June), but it was a different that I could roll with, whichever way the wind blows.



















And roll with it I will. See you soon!