20 August 2010

Watching an outdoor screening of Winnebago Man and selling tiny, three dollar bags of popcorn- every once in a while my joe job is super great.

This almost makes up for the fact I was up and 8:30 this morning on my way to my campus to wait in line at the financial aid office to try and pick up my grant money. So after waiting in line for half an hour the woman I talk to tells me that nothing is ready to be picked up and she is unable to tell me how much money I am receiving and she doesn’t know when it will be ready to be picked up/when she will know how much I am getting. Great. So two hour commute. $6 TTC fare. Down. The. Drain.

Then of course I had to go to my other job, at the magazine (Oh yeah, I work at a magazine too.), and get as much work done as I could before they kicked me out and I have to race to this film screening. This means I basically have spent most of my day in transit from one place to another, haven’t eaten, haven’t gone to the gym (in two days now, oops.), and barely had a chance to shower.

I think I should probably get back to pretending to work so they don’t send me
home early. Yawn.

Addendum: I do have a cool view of downtown though…<div class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 1610px"

CN Tower and whatnot

17 August 2010

So the play my friend was in featured a fair amount of nudity, which, combined with the seemingly endless amount of people wearing minimal amounts of “clothing” that were wondering up and down Church St earlier that day at the fetish fair made me realize that I need to start going to the gym both consistently and seriously. I probably also should stop eating all of the horrible food made available to me at work, which is had when you’re a cater waiter and all you see is mini hamburgers all day.

Speaking of cater waitering, which is already one of the most demeaning things ever… Tonight I worked at the most ridiculously ostentatious house I have ever had the misfortune of being inside of.

I’m still collecting my thoughts about the whole experience, but what I have decided that these were the kind of people who “collect art” to appear cultured and intellectual. Like, I walk in to this big old, admittedly beautiful, house and am immediately confused as to if I am in a home or some sort of awful modern art museum. I find the kitchen, which is nicer than the kitchen of most restaurants I have seen (which I suppose isn’t really saying much, what you get the idea). So it’s all Wolf this, Sub Zero that with Miele everything else (for those not in the know, fancy appliance brands) and I just sort of sigh as I think back to my own kitchen which does not even feature a microwave. I just rolled my eyes at this point and the chef gave me a sort of knowing nod.

The event itself, a champagne tasting/dinner, goes off without a hitch. I have the honor of being the dishwasher, a duty I have never been given before and hope to not receive again in the near future, so I just hung out in the kitchen the whole time, scrubbing the occasional pan and watching the chef drink wine out of a plastic cup. Apparently all the attendees were pleasant enough, though the hostess seemed like a total bitch so I was happy to be stuck in the kitchen.

Blah blah blah everyone leaves, we clean up, and then we leave…without so much as a “thanks great job” from these two art appreciating douchbags. Fuck that. Not to mention that they didn’t tip us at the end of that yawnfest. Spread the wealth assholes. I knew I should have gone through your medicine cabinets when I had the chance…just kidding. But seriously, I bet that bitch is on mad pills and daddy’s stash is running low.

Anyway, this whole post had made me realize that my life is sad and boring. Ouch. Really though, aside from going to H&R Block re:them fucking up my taxes and mailing my Arc’Teryx jacket in for repairs, and not go to the gym (damn) I did absolutely nothing today.

Tomorrow the goal is to be more exciting…but probably all that will happen is that I will bitch about work some more. Oh well.

14 August 2010

I have no idea why I stopped updating this blog. My father always tells me that, as a writer, I should be writing all the time. When I tell people I’m a writer, whatever that means, they always ask if I have a blog. I guess this is it, this in MY blog. Anyway, this is it I suppose.

I wish I always had wonderful and profound experiences to write about, I fear a lot of my writings are going to be slightly on the inane side, but I guess that’s okay too.

There’s more to come, but now I’m just about to see some theatre that a friend of mine is in.

21 october 2008

god, the things i would do for a sonic in toronto…

went to the hills aftershow yesterday with a friend, which was fun, but probably would have been better if i actually watched the hills…and if i would of had a enough pints before heading to MTV to keep me tipsy for the entire two hours i was there as opposed to just the first little bit of it.  of course in the two hours while we were stuck amid a countless, screaming mass of 16 year old girls, the weather went completely shit and by the time we left it was rainy and terrible, which was sadly foreshadowing for today, when it actually snowed.  ugh, i guess it’s time to start looking for winter boots online so i can have my mother bring them when she comes in a month.

in other news, i continue to kick ass in my creative writing seminar…although you wouldn’t know if from this blog.  ech, i need to, as my teacher would say, find my voice.

x

19 october 2008

urg, probably too sketchy from last night to clearly  organize my thoughts but here goes…

thursday i did absolutely nothing all day and then dragged myself to best chest (or whatever best body part is on thursday) to meet up with a friend.  stayed too long, drank too much, and then went home and tried to start writing the paper i had to turn in friday for my filming literature course.  an excellent use of time i would say.

friday i woke up at my usual ungodly hour, and despite the four drunken hours of sleep, managed to successfully bang out the paper i had to turn in later that day.  work was uneventful and my night was probably over by about 12:30.

saturday i slept in, ran some errands, and then wondered into my work where i proceeded to get completely wasted.  left my work, wondered around church street with friends (both new and old), probably managed to hit up every bar on the strip, because why not, and made it home by about 4 am.  god my life is super boring.

found out when my mother is going to be in the city, so now instead of doing the school work i should be doing, i’m going to make a list of things to do in the city for when she gets here.

i need to stop trying to write this business when i am hungover.

x

15 october 2008

why are a.) only parts of the library at my school being evacuated and b.) my fellow students not looking concerned/bemused/like they even have a pulse?  odorless nerve gas much?

me thinks i need to get to the bottom of this…after the explosions stop of course.

UPDATE: fire alarm, nothing cool.  

p.s. why do canadians (torontonians) sound like they are saying “bean” when they say “been”?  i hope i don’t sound like that now…

14 october 2008

yesterday, for canadian thanksgiving, i ended up having a huge dinner at a friend from work’s house to which i brought these little apple dumpling things my mother sent me the recipe for after i bemoaned the fact that nothing aside from shoppers drugmart and rabba was open for me to buy ingredients for making a dessert from.  so much for the newly christened metro being open 24 hours, because it sure wasn’t yesterday.  that is one of the many things i find so funny about canada, well toronto anyway; the city will pretty much shut down any chance it gets.  not like i have ever tested this theory, but i am pretty sure more than glorified convenience stores (rabba) and drugstores (shoppers) are open, for at least a few hours, pretty much 365 days a year back in texas.  

whatever, everyone liked my apple dumplings, even though the recipe calls for mountain dew (i am not joking), making them one of the most white trash dishes i have ever cooked.  keep in mind this is coming from a male university student who has made some pretty interesting meals in his day.  plus, there were about four (store bought) pumpkins pies, which was my originally planned dessert to make and bring, so at least the apple/mountain dew treats i made were something different.  

in other news, my creative writing professor really liked the first assignment i turned in, which was a description of my walk home from work amidst the craziness of nuit blanche, and wants me to make a few minor corrections and bring her in copies for her to use as examples.  you wouldn’t know it from the drivel i write here, but when pressed, i am actually not a terrible shaper of the english language.

also, the three pairs of aussieBum underpants i ordered two weeks ago finally arrived this morning and i have decided that they are all i ever want to wear from now until death due to their amazing cuts, comfortable fabrics, decent price points, and being clearly intended for very vainest of homos.  now underwear is a funny thing for me, as i am usually the only person who sees it, and when the odd situation arises where someone else  is seeing me in my underwear, i am almost always wearing the rattiest, most threadbare pair i own, but i still cannot get enough of it.  anyway, pictures probably not to follow, but they are some amazing underpants.  

p.s. glad the new macbooks came out today so i can pick one up for myself when i am home for christmas!

x

13 october 2008

happy canadian thanksgiving…or as the drag queen at woody’s tonight so eloquently put it, “happy land reallocation day.”  damn are those drag queens ever clever.

last week i had two papers and a test within a 72 hour period, but now that that’s over with, i promise to make more of an effort with this blog business, but just not today because i have to run to dominion metro and see what picked over thanksgiving food i can buy as i am due at a friend’s house at 5:30 later today for dinner, lovingly prepared dish in hand.  fingers crossed the beer store is open so i can just make beer bread and call it a day.

x

5 october 2008

i’m confused, how can someone bitch about the house being messy when her cat pees everywhere and she doesn’t clean it up immediately?  hrmmm, maybe i can ask my roommate…oh wait.

what i mean to say is: there is admittedly a quite long list of cons about living in the place i currently call home my house and though there is a fairly long list of what at least i consider to be pros, recently i have found the latter list is getting trumped by the former.  this being said, i still really do not have any real interest in moving as the items on the list of pros about where i am now are pretty big pros, including but not limited to the fact that i only pay 575$ (all inclusive) a month to live in downtown toronto.  maybe it isn’t really such an amazing deal, but it sure beats the hell out of paying 750$ to live a 15 minute bus ride to eglington west station.

anyway, aside from avoiding my roommates all day due to their bitching, reading a little for school, and walking to dollarama to purchase what would become my costume/outfit/whatever at work, my saturday was pretty unproductive.

worked until around 1 am dressed in underpants and fake vines (in accordance with our nuit blanche inspired theme of the “ethereal forest”), got cut, changed into street clothes (though i was still rocking my vine headpiece and glitter makeup), had far too many after work drinks, hit up crews and tango with some folks from work, met a friend, headed to woody’s, drank drank drank, had terrible gay pizza (which i am trying to rename homo slice amongst the gays of toronto), cabbed home, passed out.

i would try to be more eloquent but i a)cannot be bothered and b)am thinking about all of the other crap i should be doing right now.

x

3 october 2008

fridays:

7:30 am: alarm

7:45-8:00 am: crawl out of bed

9:00 am: out the door

9:15-10:20 am: daily battle with the TTC (see: morning commute)

10:30 am-12:20 pm: modern canadian fiction lecture

12:30-2:20 pm: filming literature lecture (if there is a screening in lecture, such as today, this doubles for nap time)

2:20-3:30 pm: pretend to be studious but end up waiting in queue for tim hortons instead

3:30-4:20 pm: modern canadian fiction tutorial

4:30-5:30 pm: filming literature tutorial

5:30-6:30 pm: commute to work

6:30 pm-2 am-ish: “work”

2 am-ish-sunrise: have “just a few after work drinks”

pretty brutal usually, though today they cut me after only two hours (all i had time to do at work today was flirt with an australian flight attendant and see that i had met the pornstar on the cover of fab magazine) because we were so slow and now i am home pretending that i am actually going to do all of the reading i have to catch up on for the two papers and test that i have next week.

i think there was a definite light sleet situation going on today as well, which is sort of a bummer as it means summer is officially over and fall is upon us.  time to break out the down jackets and snow boots, both of which i have to purchase first before the breaking out can commence.

alright, time to stop wasting time and get to this studying business that is all the rage with the kids these days.

x