I haven't posted in forever. I'm a bad, bad blogger. Hopefully that will change soon. I'm going to ask my brother about computers tonight. And possibly order one this week. Cross your fingers for me to get a good deal! Then, I'll have to see about getting the internet changed from this Mac to a PC, but then YAY! COMPUTER! Plus, I can go on a downloading spree again.
Anyway, more later. I have to go to my parents house before they send out a search party.
Rach and I had a wonderful weekend. It was a ton of fun, although we ate way too much pizza. Seriously, I don't think I'll be able to look at another piece of pizza for at least a day. Maybe even two.
*hugs to all*
Listening to: Magnet - On Your Side (Optimo Remix)
"I'm on your side"
I had a really awesome dream last night. One of those good dreams that leaves you feeling all warm and squishy inside. And when you wake up, for a few brief moments you think it really happened. Then reality set in and I realized it was all a dream. That was fairly upsetting. Stupid real life. Evil I tell ya.
Almost as upsetting as realizing that as of this Tuesday at 10pm, I will have to wait at least 8 months before seeing any new episodes of 24. **sobs** Someone hold me. I don't know if I'll be able to make it that long.
In new music recs, I got the Modest Mouse cd, which has the best title of the year. Good News for People who like Bad News. It's a good cd. Reminds me a bit of James. Or some other band that I can't think of.
Also, love the Veils cd. I've been listening to their song Lavinia at least three times every night before I go to sleep. That album is beautiful and everyone should go out and get it too.
And Faultline. Just cause.
Also, should anyone come across the Aqualung cd for cheaper that $35 Cdn, please buy me a copy and send it to me. I'll pay you back, promise. That freaking cd is $39 on Amazon.ca. That is just insanity for a cd. **tries not to remember all the insanely expensive cd's I've bought over the years**
I'm at work, which is fairly calm today. Which is a bit odd in itself. The Prime Minister is expected to call the election tomorrow afternoon, so I'm really hoping it won't be evil tomorrow. Really, who calls an election on the Sunday of a long weekend? And clearly the answer to that is our lame politicians. Yep, our long weekend is this weekend, while all you Americans have Memorial Day next week. I'm really excited about that, because Rach is coming to visit! YAY!
Speaking of, we all have to try and figure out a weekend that will work for a Freak Fest in NYC. We must do this, because I really want to go.
Back to work,
Listening to: (in the car, on the way here) Modest Mouse - Float On
"We both got fired on exactly the same day..."
I feel like I have been in computer withdrawal. I've been working way too much, and when I'm home Roomie is often on the computer. In her spare time, she tapes weddings and then edits together DVD's for people. So since we've hit high wedding time she is on here a lot. While I just stare longingly at the computer. *huggles the evil mac* I'm missed our love/hate relationship baby.
Of course, what's even sadder is that I don't have a lot to talk about. Bah...
I saw the Thrills on Saturday, and they were awesome. But really, does that surprise anyone? There was one thing out of the ordinary at the show. It started with this chubby Irish guy in just a towel hitting the stage singing Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby. I'm not kidding. It was hilarious. And very odd.
I am very, very sad that I missed Pooh when she was online. Very sad. I feel I should make a ritual sacrifice or something to make it up to her. But I hope you are having an awesome time on your trip, and I miss chatting with you. Especially about the hotness/amazingness that was tonight's 24.
It is a long weekend this weekend here in good ol' Canada. I am working all three days, with a fairly crappy crew. It will be a total depression weekend, I am sure of it. Thankfully, the weekend after with rock, because Rach is coming to visit me! WHEEEE! I'm very excited to be able to show her around my little town, and possibly Toronto. It will be like a prequel to when lots of you will come up for the Toronto Film Fest. Because you are all still coming. Yes you are!
If you haven't heard Faultline's Where Is My Boy, with Chris "yes I'm the moron who named my daughter Apple" Martin on vocals, you need to. It is good enough that you almost forgive him for naming his first born after fruit. Feel free to hit me up on AIM for it, I love to pimp that song out. Ask One.
Listening to: Faultline ft. Apple's Dad - Where Is My Boy
"Have I seen you before in some kind of a dream?"
Well hello there shiny new blog interface... you weren't what I was expecting.
Enough of that, let's move on to SQUEEEEEEE! OMGILOVEHAWKSLEYWORKMANSOMUCH!!!!!! You guys, the concert last night was so good. SOOOOOO good. Hawksley? Hottest thing ever. He has the voice of an angel. He sounds even more amazing live, and he's jus so freaking good. We got there pretty early, and got kick ass spots. As in right in front of Hawksley. He was literally 3 feet away from me. And did I mention the hot? Because HOT! There were forearms exposed. And the odd glimpse of HawksleyTummy. And the singing! Oh god the singing... he played everything I wanted to hear (with the exception of Autumn's Here) including Jealous of Your Cigarette. WHEEEE! And Anger as Beauty, Tonight Romanticise, Striptease, and the last encore was a really long, amazing version of Smoke Baby. If Hawksley is going to be anywhere near you GO SEE HIM! GO! I am so glad that I get to see him again in a few months. YAY!
Speaking of concerts that kick total ass, has anyone else heard about Curiosa? It's a festival that the Cure is putting together with a few little bands like Interpol, The Rapture, Mogwai, Muse, Cooper Temple Clause, Melissa Auf de Mar and a bunch more. Why don't they just call it "the Concert for Steph" because it really can't get much better than that. I am so excited about this one! Sadly as of this moment there isn't a Toronto date yet, but I'm not worried. A radio station in Toronto interviewed one of the guys in the Cure and he said there would be a Toronto date, so SQUEEE! If for some evil reason there isn't a Toronto date I will be getting my ass to Detroit faster than you can say "get your ass to Detroit."
It's Tuesday! You all know what that means, the best tv shows on earth! Sadly I will be missing them first run, because I'm going to see Mean Girls tonight. Hopefully I will be home before 9 so I can watch 24 right away. It scares me that 24 will be ending soon. I hate going without it. And all my tv boyfriends... there are 4 of them on 24 alone! (The Kief, Saunders, Tony and Chase for anyone who couldn't figure it out... and if you can't figure it out, you clearly aren't watching 24. BAD!)
Back to work...
Listening to: Hawksley Workman - Jealous of your Cigarette
"I'm jealous of your cigarette and all the things you do with it..."
Here I am at work, nice and early, to be trained on some new equipment we got in. Except, in a feat of scheduling genius, the people who are supposed to train me won't be in for half an hour. Yep, this is my job.
I had my car in to have the brakes fixed yesterday. Of course while it was there they found some other things... there was an oil leak, some problem where some thing was rubbing on the engine cradle or something. Yeah, I'm not really into cars, can you tell? Anyway, it's all fixed up now... and I am broke. BROKE! It cost freaking $728 to fix. SEVEN HUNDRED! That's almost two months rent. It's about half a laptop. It is most definitely a trip to Vegas. I am very upset. This has sent the laptop fund WAAAAAAAY back.
Then, because clearly I wasn't upset enough, I watched the finale of the OC. Dude, that was just evil and cruel. I bawled my eyes out. Damn that show and it's love of Jeff Buckley. Thank god I was at home, and not watching it at work because I was a mess afterwards. Red eyes, runny nose, sucking in big gulps of breath while I tried not to cry any more. So evil. What will I do without that show for the summer?
People are here now, off to work I go...
Listening to: Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah (in my head)
"But you don't really care for music, do you?"
I love dancing! So much. It is the best thing in the entire world, and I don't do it nearly enough. Last night after work a few of us headed out to a club, and I danced until they turned the music off. Since we didn't get there until about 12:30, it was only two hours but it was wonderful. I just danced. I don't go to clubs much, because I generally hate them. I don't like the people in most clubs... I'm not into putting on some skank outfit, and trying to pick up guys. Which seems to make me unlike 98% of girls in clubs. I also don't like the music that they play in most bars. I can't dance to that R&B crap. That music is made for the girls in the skank outfits to grind to. I can deal with it for about 3 songs, but after that I'm miserable. The bar last night was playing the best music. It was "retro" night, but instead of playing all the really overplayed stuff, they were playing good music. The Pixies, The Stone Roses, New Order, Blur, James, it was awesome. I had the best time! By the time I got home, I felt so drunk. Which was awesome because I wasn't drinking. It was just a total endorphin high. Mind you, then I was up until 5am... but it was still worth it.
I spent the morning lying in bed catching up on Farscape episodes. I'm almost done the series, which is making me very sad. What will I do without my daily fix of John and his leather pants? *the boy with all the leather hips* Mmmm... I think I've got about 5 episodes left. Two on tape from last week, and then the last three (or so) will start up on Monday. Stupid SciFi network canceling the show. Jerks. But hey, bring on the miniseries.
I have to clean the apartment up. Roomie comes home tomorrow. I am very sad that I will have to start sharing my space again. I really enjoy having it all to myself. I need to vacuum so that she won't freak out when she gets home. Roomie is a bit of a clean freak.
Ugh... sometimes the random button on Itunes is not a good thing. I was just listening to Chris Isaak's Wicked Game, one of the most beautiful songs of all time. It ended and on came Boomtown Boy's Squeezetoy, quite possibly one of the worst crappy dance songs of all time (and Roomie's, before you all start thinking that I listen to crap like that. I reserve my crap for Britney only, thank you.) I had to click for a while to get:
Listening to: The Cure - Friday I'm in Love
"Thursday I don't care about you, it's Friday I'm in love..."
Watching: Veronica Mars, SG1
Reading: Hot Six
Listening: Coldplay
Lusting: All the TV Boyfriends
Wanting: JOB! Seriously.
Loving: New TV Obsessions
Quoting: "How was your date?" "You know, the conversation was lame, but the sex was great." Veronica to her Dad.
Next Concert: Death From Above 1979
