Friday, April 22, 2005

no witty title because my thinker is on the fritz.

This year, for the first time since I was a child, my birthday may actually not suck. Granted that birthday is not until May 14, but I already have the whole thing planned out.

Friday, May 13th
At the Marquee Club.
Doors Open at 9pm.

Saturday, Mat 14th
At the Marquee Club.
Doors Open at 9pm.

Pretty much guarenteed, I will be there for both shows at around 6:30. I am so excited. As much as I am excited about seeing these bands, I'm more excited about seeing another show at The Marquee. It is by far my favorite bar in Halifax, and my favorite venue for live music. That place has such a great atmosphere and the staff is awesome. They were very nice to me after I almost passed out during Matthew Good's set last Halloween - even making sure I was okay, when they saw me after the show.

I'm pretty excited about finally getting to see David Usher as well. Although he has played at The Marquee quite a few times over the last few years, something always comes up so I can't go. Hopefully not this time! I already asked for the days off, so I should be good!

Off to work now!

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Because everyone knows that everything green can fly

I'm at a very weird point in my life right now, and it's messing with my head a little bit. Okay, so that's a lie. It's messing with my head a lot.

I don't feel like writing about life, because it pretty much blows, so instead...


- I don't know how to post pictures on here, despite the fact I have already posted one. That was clearly either a flash of brilliance, or a lucky click.
- My cat has gone insane. He no longer has a fluffy white belly. It is a fluffy white hand trap of doom!
- I have to dress up for work on Saturday as my favorite rock star for our grand re-opening. I have no idea who I'm going to dress up as.
- Have you ever wondered why hamsters run on their wheel? Is in instinct? "Hey! A big circle! I should get in it and run!"
- It was Ryan Dahle's birthday sometime within the last two days. Maybe yesterday? Day before? It's almost three am, so I'm not really sure. Anyway - yeah - Happy Birthday.
- People I actually know with birthdays this week: Stephanie, April, Other April, Kimmy, Michelle and finally, someone else.... um... sorry someone else. When you yell at me, I'll edit this.
(tee hee)
- I said no to the girl with the porn.
- Pengui is telling me it's time for bed, but I don't believe him. He just wants to snuggle.
- This random stuff is harder than I thought.
- My back is really itchy.
- Beck's new album rocks so much it rolls.
- So is Hot Hot Heat's newest album.
- I have a cold, and that is sad.
- My computer is completely borked.
- I sneezed at work the other day and hit my head on a shelf. I haven't laughed that hard in months.
- There is still a red spot of my forehead from said head bumpage.
- I like adding "-age" to the end of words. It makes me sound cooler.
- I like the word "rutabaga"
- Saying "I am so cheesed" instantly takes away from any anger you are trying to convey.
- I own a rediculous amount of cds.
- I also own a rediculous amount of movies, although I have only watched about a third of them.
- I have an unhealthy addiction to saying the word "fuck" and all it's variations.
- I just remembered I have almonds!
- HI!
- I am so done this now... if you are still reading, you get a cookie!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Don't Get Mad - Get Wanda!

I have been sick for four days.
That's sad.

In other Wanda related news:
Dood - my life has gone crazy.

Over the last few days so much strange stuff has been happening I'm not ever sure what to do with myself.

In Breif (because I ramble too much):

Much older, although really, really fucking hot married guy wants me to be his girlfriend.
Sadly, I have morals, so no dice.

Good friend of mine is starting a porn site. I don't care a whole lot. It doesn't involve me...


He messages me last night and tells me our mutual friend has approached him and is interested in being on the site - the only stipulation being that they pick their partner. The partner has to be someone they are attracted to.

SHE suggested me.

I don't even know how to comment on that one further.

Just too weird.

I'll update again soon.


Saturday, April 09, 2005

she had eyes bright enough to burn me...

I have decided that Bright Eyes is my favorite solo artist, even though Bright Eyes may or may not be a solo artist. Either way - I like Bright Eyes. I'm Wide Awake It's Morning is likely my favorite album released so far this year, pretty much on the strength of Landlocked Blues - which features the guest vocals of one of my all time favorite singers, Emmylou Harris. Wow - that was quite the run on sentence. Or was it? Who even knows.

I haven't slept in what feels like forever, so everything is starting to get sketchy. It was times like these that inspired some of my best writing, yet, all I feel compelled to write is this update. Go figure. Maybe I'll stay up a bit longer and see what happens. Maybe I'll stay up a bit longer and watch a movie. Maybe I'll just stay up and update random online journals I haven't updated in ages. I'm leaning closer to the journal thing.

I'm in one of those, I really want to watch a movie, but I have no idea what I'm in the mood to watch type of moods. I really needed to say mood more in that sentence.

In other Wanda related news, while on my break at work the other day, I stopped by the pet store to check out their selection of birds and rodents, when I was told the gentleman that worked there had just bought a large boa constrictor (spelling?). Now, I have such a thing for snakes it is not even funny, so when he asked if I wanted to hold it, I jumped at the chance. It seemed to like me, as it coiled itself around my purse and wouldn't let go. Sadly, that did not mean the snake had chosen me, and I got to keep him for free.

It was a sad day. I would have named him Big Ass Snake and I would have loved him forever.

Speaking of loving forever - I got a new plush duckie the other day, as well as a cow, a lamb and several small care bears wearing bunny ears. I have not named them yet. If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them. I'll post pictures if I ever feel well enough on a day off to clean up my room so I can get to my computer tower to plug in my camera cord and upload pictures. I still have a picture I tool of Pengi in the plane on the way home from BC that I want to post.

I have been working all the time lately, and it's really wearing me out. This working for a living is for the birds. That is, if birds could work for a living instead of being busy flying around and being bird-like. When I finally got home today after ten hours on my feet, it felt nearly orgasmic to sit down. I have worked far too many ten hour shifts in a row with little sitting time in between. My legs and back ache. It's all good though. That's more money in my, "Get the Hell Out of Here" fund. I'm going to buy dishes for the apartment I will eventually have. I figure start buying things now, so when the time comes to move, I will have less to worry about.

I heard back about the journalism program I was looking at taking, but unfortunately my english marks were too low in high school The woman I was speaking to is going to try to work something out so I can take upgrading via e-mail since it is only one course, and a mostly written course at that.

My guilty pleasure is The Simple Life. I watched the Season Two dvd, and I laughed. A lot. Those two females go against pretty much everything I stand for, yet somehow I don't hate them. I feel dirty, but I suppose it's fine as long as I don't start saying, "That's hot" and "Loves it" all the time. It's good to feel dirty every now and then anyway. It reminds us we're human.

Or something.

I like making new paragraphs when new paragraphs don't need to be made.

I sometimes I wonder why I post in online journals. I have three now, as well as a different blogger account to which I forget the password/e-mail address for. No one ever comments and I doubt anyone reads, but hey - I guess.

There isn't really a point.

Yay random lyrics!

You follow
The footsteps
Echoes leading
Down a hall
To a room
There's music playing
Tiny bells with
Moving parts.
Here the shadows
Make things ugly
An effect quite undesirable.
The bold
And yellow daylight
Grows like ivy across the wall

And bounces off of the painted porcelain, tiny dancing doll.
Her body spins, as she pirouettes again, the world suddenly seems small.

On an off white,
Subtle morning
You stretch your legs in
The front seat.
The road
Has made a vacuum
Where our voices
Used to be.
And you lay your head onto my shoulder,
Pour like water over me.

So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine.
And all the trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive.

Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving you good-bye.

- The Movement of A Hand - Bright Eyes

Monday, April 04, 2005

Don't know whether I was the boxer or the bag - oh yeah...

I've been on a Pearl Jam kick lately. Go me.

It's almost 5am, and I'm wide awake. This is a troubling trend as I will soon be working days. I was recently promoted to ass. man. at the music store I work in, which means a lot of opening gigs. I sometimes forget there is a 9am, as well as a 9pm. Soon, that shall not be the case. More hours means more money which is good, but - well, work... meh...

I just watched The Matrix: Reloaded. I was going to watch Revolutions as well, but seeing as I should likely get my ass to bed soon, it will have to wait until tomorrow night. I didn't think this one was as bad as most people had lead me to believe, but it wasn't nearly as good as the first lead me to hope. The ending nearly ruined the whole thing for me. Love. Pftt - screw that noise. I would so have let her die. That'll learn her to break a promise.

Seriously though - love blows. The Matrix: Reloaded does not blow as much as love does.

Keanu Reeves is a hot mother fucker though, isn't he? *sigh*

Oh the joy of being 22 and jaded and bitter. How cool am I? I should be sitting in a cafe somewhere dressed in black wearing too much eyeliner scrawling tortured poetry into a dingy notebook. I'd be the coolest chick on the block, but I wouldn't care, so whatev! That isn't the case though. I'm not even the coolest chick in this room - and I'm alone. Well, aside from Pengui. Pengui is so much cooler than me, but than again, he is a penguin, so I suppose that just makes sense.

April from Newfoundland called tonight. She is cool shit. I miss her like mad! She is thinking about going to school in BC too, so we talked about getting an apartment together. The only thing is, she doesn't want to go in September. She wants to be home in Halifax for a while before she takes off again. That makes sense, but it kind of makes me wonder what I should do. I doubt I could afford a place on my own until she's ready to come out. I could wait and we could go next year, but I'm not really sure I can stand another year in this shit hole. It's just so frustrating to be around so many small minded people - with small dreams and small ideas. I don't fit in to any of this.

The worst part is not being able to write anymore. There has never been a time in my life when I have gone more than a month without being able to write something - be it a short story or a poem of some sort. I have finished ten chapters of a book, but I can't get any further. I'm stuck.

Would it be different if I were somewhere else?

I went to BC because I hoped it would help. I needed to feel alive again - and while I was there I did. I have never felt worse than the first morning I woke up back in my bed after having been gone for a week. I wrote while I was gone, but being back - there is nothing.

I need to write. It's what I've always known was for me. When I was in grade two my teacher told my mother I was going to be an author. I have never questioned that. In fact - I heard that many times throughout school. But here I am - and I'm scared it's not going to happen.

I'm a writer that can't write. Not much call for that these days I hear.

I'm going to go cry in the corner now. Someone come get me when being emo is cool again.