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11.19.2006
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Listening to/Watching: Play With Fire covered by Sarah Slean and Razorlight
It's a dreary, gray Sunday afternoon and I'm in my pyjamas, barefoot, with remnants of last night's mascara still smudged under my eyes and a blue markered dollar sign on my left hand.
Last night Salma, her sister and boyfriend and a few friends of theirs (who used to work with Steveo) and I all went out to club MTL in the Market. We went around 11 p.m. and had a few drinks and began dancing around 12:30-1 a.m. It was pretty packed and on more than one occasion I silently thanked the higher powers that I wasn't claustrophobic! The DJ wasn't on the ball--playing the crappy songs for their entire length, and the good ones for only 30 seconds before moving to the next track. One of the speakers near us kept cutting out, though I suppose that wasn't the DJ's fault.
The bartenders there weren't exactly on the ball either. Apparently they don't serve martinis
anymore - though we didn't try to order one. Salma ordered Amaretto Sours and they were way more sour than need be. Aisha ordered a Smirnoff Ice-- which they made from scratch -- and didn't taste the way it should. Funny thing is I saw a girl with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice later on... Oh, well.
We still had a good time, and it had been a long time since I'd gone out dancing. I was impressed that I knew most of the music (mostly hip hop) because I don't normally listen to that style much. They did play the originals of Still Not A Player and Bigger Than Hip Hop -- both of which I knew from the Loud Rocks compilation (rock and rap fused songs).
We left the club around 2 a.m. and Salma's feet were killing her so much from dancing in her new heels for so long that Troy, Gio and Sean all took turns carrying her part way to the parking garage -- they would have probably carried her to the car, except the door to the elevators was locked and we had parked three or four levels up. It was funny to watch. :)
We decided we were all hungry and for some stupid reason we decided to hit Denny's near where we lived instead of hitting one of the other all-night joints downtown. We got there close to 3 a.m. and they said it would be a ten minute wait. After about fifteen minutes, Salma declared we were going home if we didn't have a table in five minutes - she was getting tired. We ended up getting a table a couple of minutes later only to have to wait nearly an hour and half for our food. I ordered a piece of cheesecake, which arrived warm. The waitress had to defrost it. Yeah. Yummm... Meanwhile everyone is tired but so hungry that we just ate our food and left. It was 5 a.m.
Salma and I were trying to figure out when the last time we stayed out so late was. Grad! No, not university grad a few months ago --high school grad five years ago! 2 a.m. on a night out is normal. Maybe 3. 5 was just ridonkulous.
Fun times nonetheless. I took off my coat and scarf and got my keys out while I was riding the elevator up to our floor and carefully put everything on the dinning room table -- along with my high heeled boots which our cat Toby has a habit of chewing on -- carefully undressed and removed my jewelry and crawled into bed. I think I was successful in not waking Theo, who had to get up early to work today. I woke when he kissed me goodbye around 8, and then went back to sleep until 11:30 when I forced myself to get up so I'd make sure to sleep tonight.
Tomorrow is going to suck at work. I'll definitely need a coffee.
It's a dreary, gray Sunday afternoon and I'm in my pyjamas, barefoot, with remnants of last night's mascara still smudged under my eyes and a blue markered dollar sign on my left hand.
Last night Salma, her sister and boyfriend and a few friends of theirs (who used to work with Steveo) and I all went out to club MTL in the Market. We went around 11 p.m. and had a few drinks and began dancing around 12:30-1 a.m. It was pretty packed and on more than one occasion I silently thanked the higher powers that I wasn't claustrophobic! The DJ wasn't on the ball--playing the crappy songs for their entire length, and the good ones for only 30 seconds before moving to the next track. One of the speakers near us kept cutting out, though I suppose that wasn't the DJ's fault.
The bartenders there weren't exactly on the ball either. Apparently they don't serve martinis
anymore - though we didn't try to order one. Salma ordered Amaretto Sours and they were way more sour than need be. Aisha ordered a Smirnoff Ice-- which they made from scratch -- and didn't taste the way it should. Funny thing is I saw a girl with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice later on... Oh, well.We still had a good time, and it had been a long time since I'd gone out dancing. I was impressed that I knew most of the music (mostly hip hop) because I don't normally listen to that style much. They did play the originals of Still Not A Player and Bigger Than Hip Hop -- both of which I knew from the Loud Rocks compilation (rock and rap fused songs).
We left the club around 2 a.m. and Salma's feet were killing her so much from dancing in her new heels for so long that Troy, Gio and Sean all took turns carrying her part way to the parking garage -- they would have probably carried her to the car, except the door to the elevators was locked and we had parked three or four levels up. It was funny to watch. :)We decided we were all hungry and for some stupid reason we decided to hit Denny's near where we lived instead of hitting one of the other all-night joints downtown. We got there close to 3 a.m. and they said it would be a ten minute wait. After about fifteen minutes, Salma declared we were going home if we didn't have a table in five minutes - she was getting tired. We ended up getting a table a couple of minutes later only to have to wait nearly an hour and half for our food. I ordered a piece of cheesecake, which arrived warm. The waitress had to defrost it. Yeah. Yummm... Meanwhile everyone is tired but so hungry that we just ate our food and left. It was 5 a.m.
Salma and I were trying to figure out when the last time we stayed out so late was. Grad! No, not university grad a few months ago --high school grad five years ago! 2 a.m. on a night out is normal. Maybe 3. 5 was just ridonkulous.
Fun times nonetheless. I took off my coat and scarf and got my keys out while I was riding the elevator up to our floor and carefully put everything on the dinning room table -- along with my high heeled boots which our cat Toby has a habit of chewing on -- carefully undressed and removed my jewelry and crawled into bed. I think I was successful in not waking Theo, who had to get up early to work today. I woke when he kissed me goodbye around 8, and then went back to sleep until 11:30 when I forced myself to get up so I'd make sure to sleep tonight.
Tomorrow is going to suck at work. I'll definitely need a coffee.
11.18.2006
11.15.2006
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Listening to: Dai Th Flu by the Deftones
What's this? Laura is listening to the Deftones and has a major headache? It must be because she just sat through the documentary The Future of Food (watch trailer here) with an angry look on her face and scrunched up brows for two hours and is now both depressed and angry. Lucky for us all that she doesn't give up hope quite yet (though she is reconsidering bringing children into this f*cked up world of ours.)
You see my dear readers -- The Future of Food exposes the truth behind the giants of the likes of Monsanto and other huge conglomerate corporations who say they are into plant biotechnology to save the world's starving poor.
First off, the world's poor are not starving due to the production of food -- but rather the distribution of food. The first world countries throw out so much food because it is overproducing.
Secondly, by creating things such as terminator seeds, suing farmers for "infringing on their patent" when seeds blow into their fields and germinate, and patenting living organisms, genes and life, corporations such as Monsanto are putting more and more farmers (especially in developing countries) out of work.
There are so many things wrong with these giants controlling our food and contaminating what they don't own. They even want to charge people in developing countries fees for using their patented plants, even if they went in and took the plant from those countries in the first place!
Yes - help feed the children.
Greedy bastards.
If interested, please sign the petition here.
Let's not label the genetically modified foods either! Oh no, we don't want people to know what they are eating and feeding to their children. That would make us traceable.
From http://proto.thinkquest.nl/~llb109/monsanto.jpg
What's this? Laura is listening to the Deftones and has a major headache? It must be because she just sat through the documentary The Future of Food (watch trailer here) with an angry look on her face and scrunched up brows for two hours and is now both depressed and angry. Lucky for us all that she doesn't give up hope quite yet (though she is reconsidering bringing children into this f*cked up world of ours.)
You see my dear readers -- The Future of Food exposes the truth behind the giants of the likes of Monsanto and other huge conglomerate corporations who say they are into plant biotechnology to save the world's starving poor.
First off, the world's poor are not starving due to the production of food -- but rather the distribution of food. The first world countries throw out so much food because it is overproducing.
Secondly, by creating things such as terminator seeds, suing farmers for "infringing on their patent" when seeds blow into their fields and germinate, and patenting living organisms, genes and life, corporations such as Monsanto are putting more and more farmers (especially in developing countries) out of work.
There are so many things wrong with these giants controlling our food and contaminating what they don't own. They even want to charge people in developing countries fees for using their patented plants, even if they went in and took the plant from those countries in the first place!
Yes - help feed the children.
Greedy bastards.
If interested, please sign the petition here.
Let's not label the genetically modified foods either! Oh no, we don't want people to know what they are eating and feeding to their children. That would make us traceable.
From http://proto.thinkquest.nl/~llb109/monsanto.jpg
11.13.2006
[53]
C/O my singin' cousin Kelly's Blog:
Instructions:
Put your iTunes/Winamp/WMP on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question.
NO CHEATING.
1. How does the world see you?
Prime Time Deliverance - Matt Good (My love of critical media communication studies?)
2. Will I have a happy life?
Finale B - Rent Soundtrack (Ummm...yes?)
3. What do my friends think of me?
Read My Mind - The Killers (They think I'm psychic?)
4. Do people secretly lust after me?
The Score -Sarah Slean (That's a yes!)
5. How can I make myself happy?
Double Life - Matt Good (Can I be a double agent?)
6. What should I do with my life?
Paranoid Android - Radiohead (I knew that Bush was up to something!)
7. Will I ever have children?
New Deep -John Mayer (Is that a yes? With John Mayer?!)
8. What is some good advice for me?
Heading Home - Donovan Frankenreiter ft. K-OS (Go home? But I like it here...)
9. How will I be remembered?
Mary - Sarah Slean (As the virgin mother? Hmmm...doubt it)
10. What's my signature dancing song?
One Year, Six Months - Yellowcard (Not really a dancing song -- I was hoping for Kylie Minogue)
11. What's my current themesong?
The Name of The Game - ABBA (Ok, not really...)
12. What do others think is my current themesong?
Clean -Incubus (More like it!)
13. What shall they play at my funeral?
Rub A Dub - 311 (Yeah!! 311!)
14. What type of men do I like?
Locked Out - Crowded House (Hmm... not sure what my dad would think of that kinda guy)
15. How's my love life?
No Reason To Cry Your Eyes Out (On The Highway Tonight) - Hawksley Workman (How fitting -- Theo is "mon Hawksley" and there is no reason to cry about this relationship! Except when we watch sad movies -- then I cry. A lot.)
And now for fun:
if i were:
a month i would be: august
a day of the week i would be: saturday
a time of day i would be:
a planet i would be: Pluto (Ok, except Pluto isn't really a planet anymore -- how about
a sea animal i would be: a purple starfish (they exist!)
a piece of furniture i would be: one of those couches that go in the corner…
a sin i would be: lust
a historical figure i would be: Cassie L. Chadwick
a liquid i would be: water
a tree: Douglas fir
a plant/flower i would be: iris
a kind of weather, i would be:sunny!!
a color, i would be: blue
a sound, i would be: night time a the cottage
an element, i would be: platinum.
a car, i would be: infiniti g35 coupe in
a song, i would be: all mixed up by 311
a book, i would be written by: kurt vonnegut
a food, i would be: chocolate
a place, i would be: the cottage
a material, i would be: something soft and warm... cashmere?
a scent, i would be: vanilla
a word, i would be: comfortable
an object i would be: a warm cup of tea (is that technically 2 objects?)
a body part i would be: pinkie finger
a facial expression I would be: smile
a shape i would be a: ellipitcal
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This has got to be one of my favorite commercials of all time:
I want a house hippo! Do you think it would get along with Toby?
I want a house hippo! Do you think it would get along with Toby?
[49]
It's a couple of days late, and I'm not sure she even still reads this thing... but a belated Happy Birthday Christine!
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