Maybe It's Just The Hair

Or maybe it's just how I kind of feel cool in this dirty way.

I'm not going to lie. I'm totally into 80's hair metal right now. It's all I want to listen to. I think it's because I've all of a sudden been listening to more rock radio, and all these awesome hair metal songs come on. I'm just pissed that I rarely know the name of the songs, and so I can't download them. What a dilemma.

My Chickpea Is Home!

TARA IS BACK FROM CHINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Tara, you better be freaking ecstatic that you got an entire, huge, long blog post dedicated to YOU)

Crazy Summer

Tomorrow is the official start of SUMMER. The plan is to have a crazy shenanigans happening all summer...so, I say a toast to the next days, weeks and months. Bring it on.

The Days Blur, What Can I Say?

Last night, I had an encounter with a drunk girl (I will call her Persephone). We were both heading for the elevator in my building, and she offered my a cigarette, because she said that she didn't smoke and that her friend just randomly gave it to her. I accepted this cigarette on behalf of my friend who was waiting in the car for me while I ran up to my apartment to get my laptop. 

Persephone and I continued to talk. She was stating how drunk she was and how she was probably going to get more drunk later that night. I also declared that I would most likely get more drunk later on as well. She stated that she was so tired, because she woke up at 6am, because she thought it was Saturday and she works on Saturday. I looked at her, with a puzzled look on my face, and said "Persephone, it IS Saturday." And she was like, "No, it's Sunday. Do you have a phone? You can check the date on there." I got my phone, and sure enough, it was Saturday, just like I had told her. She said, "Oh shit...I was supposed to go to work today, but instead I got drunk!"

I wished her good luck as I got off the elevator. I truly hope that she will still have a job after not showing up, and getting drunk instead.

Phone Booth Theft

Today at my placement, someone came back to the house and told me that she saw a man steal a phone booth on Barton St. today. A PHONE BOOTH. I was like "What in the world would someone do with a stolen phone booth?!" She replied, "Smash it up for drug money". 

First,  there was something lost in translation there. Second, I obviously have a lot of street cred to earn before I can become a successful social worker.

Things Happen

I have realized that I haven't posted in a looooong time. I apologize to the 3-5 people who possibly read this blog for that. Some recent, interesting and exciting updates in my life are as follows: 

• About a week and a half ago, my Nana accidentally thought that her dish soap was pop, and so she proceeded to drink it. Thank goodness she realized it wasn't pop after she had one sip.

• Today, I ran into the one and only Katie Mervart on the street (she was working on my corner, if you know what I mean) and we went for a lovely walk around Hamilton's most awesome neighbourhood (ours) and looked at all the way too awesome homes that we will one day live in. Ravenscliffe Ave. is my dream street, and if I stay in Hamilton, I will one day own a home on that street. There is no question about it. I don't really care if the homes cost over a million. Seriously. 

•  I baked cookies last night, and they are almost gone. I seriously need to stop baking cookies.

• Very recently, I have realized that some people are major douchebags, and I really hate when they mess with my people. Just get the fuck out, and leave my people alone. Man, I feel like a modern-day Moses...expect the Pharaoh is a whole bunch of people who are just douchebags.

I will try to blog more...life has just been unfortunately hectic and sad lately.