DEHORS, YO!

Hey bees and gees, the forecast for today is sunny sunny sunny. This is great news!



No time for indoor games kids, we gotta go outside. Maybe hit up your fave Dairy Queen??

Seeya!


P.S. This is a poem I wrote when I was seven that will remain in my brain forever (thanks to my trusty Mountain Dew extreme sports helmet.)

Outside I can play a game
Using all the nature things
Trees I climb are wide and high
Sometimes I watch the birds fly
Icky lakes I do not like
Decidingly, I put on my water shoes
Excellent, now I'm out of the blues!

Squiggly red line tells me decidingly isn't a word. There it goes again, wow. I guess my grade 2 English teacher was decidedly silly and as a result, so am I. Or I guess that you can't always trust the squiggly red line.

Seeyaz.

P.P.S. My poem was on the bulletin board in the hall for all to see! This is kind of like the coveted cool of being on the payroll at Vice magazine.

P.P.P.S. What the heck did she mean by that anyway??

THE MAGIC NUMBER (WHAT IS)

The verdict is out. New Order rules and Age of Consent is such a good song to wake up to. Period. Period. Period. Exclamation mark!

It's like dance around in your underwear in the movies style perfect.



Other cool stuff equals the Pet Shop Boys have a show at Metropolis on August 29th.

I do believe that will be so much fun.


Other cool stuff equals De La Soul on August 22nd. Exclamation marks!!! That's the day after my birthday. Kweku and I listened to Stakes Is High like 9 times during our Sunday sangria party the other day, I believe the day was Sunday. We is stoked.


I've seen De La Soul three times. High and rising?? Can't wait. THEY RULE!

One of these days I'll wrap up what happened with that karaoke contest that was my whole life for two point two five months straight. So yeah, I'll all ya'll about it for sure, real soon. Eventhough that news is so three fortnights ago. There's an interesting twist involving a male escort agency, though. (Do hold your breath.)

More the latest is that I'm in a choir?? Kweku is repping this choir to accompany the band of these guys we went to high school with at Osheaga and Bluesfest in Ottawa. They are called Hollerado.

Here is a video clip of them!


So the choir, yeah, this is pretty cool and funny because Kweku and I were in a choir together TEN YEARS AGO. I've mentioned it before, we went on tour to Austria (in the spring of 2000) and bathed in the Sound of Music.

First practice is tonight at 7, which is cool because I'm pretty sure high school choir practice was at like 7 am. Hey Kweku, this is the life.

Yup yup yup, the rain's a bummer guys but the hills are still alive.


















When the world is wet and your white shorts are showing your pink panties, think of Ray Romano. Or the other one, you know, the drop of golden sun??

THE CHOICE IS YOURS.



RESPEK!

NAME THAT CHOON

The following jam has some funny noises that some of you might hate and think are really cheesy and lame but the fact of the matter is, I had this song in my head without being able to place it for well...probably between when I brushed my teeth at 1:57 am and got in bed around 2:08 am and fell asleep around 2:18 am (glory of all glories for someone who couldn't sleep like a normal person for like 3 months straight.)

Today on my bike ride to my yoga class on Parc, I tried really really hard to remember it and it left me as all frustrating thoughts should during the class itself but the struggle continued until after I moisturized after my shower and made plans to make sangria with Kweku about 38 minutes from now.

In my head it sounded housey and the only lyric I could think of was HEEPOLAYLAY. I decided to google that noise with "house" at the end of it.

"hipolele house"

Came up with some stuff about something called hip-hop?? Ale house?? EN TOUT CAS.

I decided it must fit in somewhere between 2001 and 2003. Dimitri　ｆｒｏｍ　Ｐａｒｉｓ？？　　Ｉ　ｕｓｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｄｉｇ　ｔｈａｔ　ｎｏｉｓｅ．

〔Ｗｈｙ　ｄｉｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｏｎｔ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｃｈａｎｇｅ　ａｎｄ　ｈａｖｅ　ｍｏｎｄｏｈｕｇｅ　ｓｐａｃｅｓ　ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ　ｗｏｒｄｓ？？〕

Ｉ　ｆｏｕｎｄ　ｔｈａｔ　ｉｔ　ｃａｍｅ　ｆｒｏｍ　Ｄｉｍｉｔｒｉ　ｆｒｏｍ　Ｐａｒｉｓ　Ａｆｔｅｒ　ｔｈｅ　Ｐｌａｙｂｏｙ　Ｍａｎｓｉｏｎ　ａｌｂｕｍ, which was a poolside backyard staple when I was 17.

It's actually called Ibo Lele .

Here is the version I was looking for, by Jephte Guillaume



And here is a song by the same name from the Philedelphia soundtrack.


In relation, this is another blast from the past.

CHECKEZ CA.

SUP Y'ALL, if you peep the links to your right ever, you may have noticed that there is a new addition in the way of my girl Ayan's blog. She has recently left me for a hard life in St. Maarteen in the Carribean. Quelle drag for her, I'm sure.
















Today we have another, but instead of figuring out how to link it on the right, which always seems really hard, I'm going to link it in here. That used to seem hard but now it's easy.

Peep my girl Hillary's foodish blog. You might remember her from fun things like that time we went swimming in the Lachine canal on a really hot day at the end of June. I sure do.

My old/new roommate Caroliner and I went out for breakfast today at a new (for me) spot on St. Denis, across from the tried and true hotspot that is l'Evidence. It's the one next to Lafleur that looks like it's some place where cougars go and drink cosmos and talk about who is "SUCH A CARRIE!" and what is "SO SAMANTHA!" They were playing Ray of Light went we entered. Club B-fast. It was on fire.

POLYGRIPWHIPPED.

The order of business of the day now that I got my teef cemented back onto my stumps by my funny little dentist Tuan is get tickets to Femi Kuti.

Sunday. Metropolis. Not free but so worth it. Going to be da bomb. Yo.



As for Stevie Wonder, I went with my sister's boy Russell and we had a sweet time in our bike helmets, but I'd say 75% of people at the concert were major downers and I mean major.





















As someone once told me Oscar Wilde said, the show was a success but the crowd was a disaster. I don't know if Oscar Wilde said that, but I was like oh I know what you mean, thumbs down to the Kingston crowd and good for you.

Tuesday night at the concert boasted lameness like this. Hands in pockets, text message fighting instead of having fun, acting like someone yelled "FREEZE!" and mad peeps agreed and subsequently FROZE in practical scowls. It was embarrassing to be in the midst of an overall too cool for school crowd. Why did you downers even come, you know??

I think that if there's going to be a free show, you should have to try out to be part of the audience. Are you fun? Will you move? Will you holler back when asked to holler back?? Do you appreciate how cool it is that you have this opportunity to see someone as the coolest as Stevie Wonder for free dollars?? Sheesh, yeesh, jeez. DOWNERS.

"HEY HEATHER LOCKLEAR! NICE STEMS!"

I had a dream. A dream that I would wake up early(ish) on July 2nd and swim a hundred laps in the midst of the jungle of a backyard that is my dad's glorious creation, while listening to the Money Talks soundtrack on a sawdust infused tapedeck that just keeps on keeping on.





















"BRAND NUBIAN! NINETY-SEVEN! MASE! HARLEM WANNA RISE!"

I am naked but for Tangerine Dream on my fingernails and Sublime Strawberry on my toenails and my hundreth lap finishes at the end of the side that ends with Barry White going on about his first, his last, his everything.

I am reminded of long ago learning the true meaning of PHAT (Pretty Hot And Tempting) and it turns out this is real life and the only imagined part of this blissful rise and shine episode is that the orange nailpolish on my fingernails turns out to be called Tequila Sunrise and not Tangerine Dream.

I'll big up Canada Day when I figure out how to take the pictures off my camz and put them on my mini-computer thing and when I figure out how to put into words the spirit of the Almighty Todd Marsky and how it made Canada Day in Ottawa especially supercool.





















The big up for today is for my homegirl Liane, also known as Leelee (yes, like the Sobieski.) Some of you may be familiar by the sweetness that is the chocolate cookie as created by my homegirl Liane, also known as Leelee (yes, like the Sobieski.) Anyway, LC (like the Lauren Conrad) has after a whisper past a year of friendship decided I am worth sharing the top secret recipe with so that I may spread her love to a select few Montreal folk while she is in France for the summer playing with Parisian babies.














Cute! So, I have followed the recipe exactly except that Liane uses milk chocolate chips and my moms and pops ain't got none'a'doze and Liane uses faux vanilla of which there is also none. That might sound like an upper and not a downer and also it's a falsehood because we go have two teaspoons of faux vanilla leftover from the vanilla crisis a few years back at which point real vanilla cost about 25 bones a bottle, so says my dad.

But I have a pretty supersonic sense of taste and smell and in trying to figure out what made Liane's cookies taste slightly butterscotchy, I correctly decided she used to faux vanilla many moons ago.
















So the faux vanilla might be the secret ingredient even! However, since we have semi-sweet chocolate chips and real vanilla, I decided to use these things in combination to see how they compare to the milk chocolate chip/faux vanilla mélange...

The point is, the first batch is exhaling in the kitchen right now and if you stay tuned you'll find out if I can do Liane's cookie recipe justice and I'll share with you Todd Marsky's take on the Korean blowjob and other fancy stuff.

WONDER WHY...

I guess it's time to take 5 out of my superbusyandamanda life and talk about ice cream sandwiches.














Moving means, it would seem, rolling your red plaid old lady style shopping card that your mom named Malcolm along St. Laurent at 1:38 am with a Mountain Equiptment Co-op duffel bag backpacked on your back, in danger of falling backward because your bag weighs more than you do but it's okay because you happen to be wearing your Mountain Dew EXTREME SPORTS helmet.

It's not like my dad and sister and Russell didn't bust their balls helping out on Saturday but I just have so much shit kicking around that even after they left I still had tons to do and I'm almost done maybe on TUESDAY AFTERNOON and I hope that Ayan isn't fucking with me when she says she's coming to free me of my futon at my old pad later today because if not that would be bad...

Soanyway, moving to me means that when all the honeys on St. Laurent between Prince Arthur and Pine seem to be in 4 inch heels and imitation Herve Leger bandage dresses (by Marciano), I look a lot like I'm in the midst of portage on a camping trip and it's a cool idea to go into 4 Freres and not by a ROCK STAR but settle for 12 ice cream sandwiches and make them my meals for the next two days (with fork and knife and plate, naturally.)


































I tried to blog about a month ago after I got my hair cut but then my internet got all wonky and I was out of commission ever since/on holiday/trying to edit 2 years of my life on Drolet...soanyway, it saved so this is what I wrote a month ago after I got my hair cut!

The font is different. Better or worse, who knows, I apparently have no control over it anyway.

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I got snipped on Sunday.

I was in the middle of saying something when my sister took this picture. Pretty sure it was "Well keep doing what you're doing, you look great." directed at someone who grabbed my left breast with Misfits make-up when he was a high school virgin and I was at uni and it was Halloween and as a teen on vacay and I guess he didn't know that's not how you ask to have your virginity taken...

Anyway, I love my new hair and feel more like a girl rather than less. It's like I grew three extra vaginas and they all smell like pink cupcakes with buttercream frosting. It's like I'm made of fairy dust. My eyes cry buttercream frosting. And it was free and the hairdresser looked like this.
















I paid him my respect with a fortune cookie and I told him to open it but he wouldn't. I could not help then but imagine him being a diva and whacking it across the room in disgust with his forearm, hitting one of the hairwash girls in the eye.

"I SAID NO CARBS!"


All this to be a hair model for an Aveda class on "CREATIVE CUTS".


Wednesday I go back for COLOUR. This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to me all year. Which isn't to say I didn't enjoy season one of Party of 5 last week. The theme song is just so good.





................In relation, last night in the month of JUNE, I dreamt that Matthew Fox worked at Euro-Deli and mowed lawns and also was on television but did the other stuff just for fun. What a down to earth dude....

Stevie Wonder is my saviour, see you later. I don't have time to explain how much he means to me but hopefully I am even more of a changed woman after tonight. Basically, he makes my highs higher and my lows better and everything seem like it might be okay even when it seems like no way that will ever happen. Fortunately, I'm not feeling in the depths of despair lately anyway, but I definitely believe that Talking Book has helped me out of the trenches in the past which isn't to say that what Stevie pulled off as a tween isn't totally completely uplifting no matter what.