Today, My Heart Swings
Monday, June 1, 2009
where you want to be
i know you missed me. don't lie.
anyway! i was much correct in my prediction seven days ago that last week would be the week of stress (tm). in between getting caught up at work (which wasn't at all difficult, mostly due to the awesomeness of my coworkers holding down the fort while i was in vancouver), trying to sell my bed (bedframe got sold, mattress did not, but them's the breaks), sorting out everything for the packing and the moving and the storage, viewing an apartment on friday that turned out to have astronomical hydro bills on the side (nooo thanks)....yeah, it was chaos and insanity.
but i am back here now, one week back into work, one day back into living out of two duffel bags in the boyfriend's bedroom. it's not so bad, really -- just inconvenient if you want to try and find a specific article of clothing. and keeping everything tidily organized in a space that isn't your own is a bit of a challenge. but it's only for a month, and the apartment hunt for july 1st starts this week - boyfriend is estimating he'll roll back into the city wednesday night - and then we're off to the races. in the meantime: hockey playoffs, gym-going, spin classes, and baking a guinness chocolate cake for dean's return. yes.
otherwise...
if you're not canadian and into the indie-rap scene, you probably missed the awesome news that cadence weapon became edmonton's poet laureate. seriously, that actually made me like the province of alberta a little more. canada: we're cool!
mmmm...dr. pepper. can't say i'm that into dr. dre, really, but lately i've been on a vanilla vodka with diet dr. pepper kick. try it sometime -- it's good shit, clever commercials notwithstanding. (i still greatly enjoy the gene simmons one - mostly because his hottie jailbait son is in it - though it doesn't quite beat my current two favourite commercials, the stella artois légère one and the rbc's commercial with the avioning guy)
i don't even know who this "wavves" is, but everybody enjoys rockstar meltdowns! on that same topic, i wasn't surprised at all to hear that susan boyle entered rehab after losing britain's got talent. "exhaustion" is always the least plausible excuse ever, but people still run with it.
and you know what, i don't really care -- i like mandy moore. i really do. i would totally want to be her friend. she also got even cooler by marrying ryan adams, thus making them kind of the indie version of pete wentz and ashlee simpson. but, like i said, way cooler.
peter murphy is playing at the opera house in a couple of months. $35 for a ticket seems pretty steep to me, but miss wrathof and her husband were very convincing of its worth. i'll still consider it. perhaps a request for reviewing is in order...i think i'm still chartattack's "resident goth", anyway.
also, going through my cookbook last night, i realized that dessert recipes outnumber dinner recipes at least 3 to 1. i really ought to change this, for my waistline's sake.
[ music | ladyhawke, "magic" ]
anyway! i was much correct in my prediction seven days ago that last week would be the week of stress (tm). in between getting caught up at work (which wasn't at all difficult, mostly due to the awesomeness of my coworkers holding down the fort while i was in vancouver), trying to sell my bed (bedframe got sold, mattress did not, but them's the breaks), sorting out everything for the packing and the moving and the storage, viewing an apartment on friday that turned out to have astronomical hydro bills on the side (nooo thanks)....yeah, it was chaos and insanity.
but i am back here now, one week back into work, one day back into living out of two duffel bags in the boyfriend's bedroom. it's not so bad, really -- just inconvenient if you want to try and find a specific article of clothing. and keeping everything tidily organized in a space that isn't your own is a bit of a challenge. but it's only for a month, and the apartment hunt for july 1st starts this week - boyfriend is estimating he'll roll back into the city wednesday night - and then we're off to the races. in the meantime: hockey playoffs, gym-going, spin classes, and baking a guinness chocolate cake for dean's return. yes.
otherwise...
if you're not canadian and into the indie-rap scene, you probably missed the awesome news that cadence weapon became edmonton's poet laureate. seriously, that actually made me like the province of alberta a little more. canada: we're cool!
mmmm...dr. pepper. can't say i'm that into dr. dre, really, but lately i've been on a vanilla vodka with diet dr. pepper kick. try it sometime -- it's good shit, clever commercials notwithstanding. (i still greatly enjoy the gene simmons one - mostly because his hottie jailbait son is in it - though it doesn't quite beat my current two favourite commercials, the stella artois légère one and the rbc's commercial with the avioning guy)
i don't even know who this "wavves" is, but everybody enjoys rockstar meltdowns! on that same topic, i wasn't surprised at all to hear that susan boyle entered rehab after losing britain's got talent. "exhaustion" is always the least plausible excuse ever, but people still run with it.
and you know what, i don't really care -- i like mandy moore. i really do. i would totally want to be her friend. she also got even cooler by marrying ryan adams, thus making them kind of the indie version of pete wentz and ashlee simpson. but, like i said, way cooler.
peter murphy is playing at the opera house in a couple of months. $35 for a ticket seems pretty steep to me, but miss wrathof and her husband were very convincing of its worth. i'll still consider it. perhaps a request for reviewing is in order...i think i'm still chartattack's "resident goth", anyway.
also, going through my cookbook last night, i realized that dessert recipes outnumber dinner recipes at least 3 to 1. i really ought to change this, for my waistline's sake.
[ music | ladyhawke, "magic" ]
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