This Is Like When I Got My Barbie Mansion...

THE CLINICS ARE HERE. In fact, I am wearing them as I type. I plan on sleeping in them tonight.

Yeah, I went a little camera happy. Wouldn't you?

Martinis. Free Drinks. Zebra Print. Popcorn.

Last night, the girls and I decided to have a little fun in Oakville and have a girls night, since Chanel is so obviously afraid of staying in her house alone, while the 'rents are gone. There were some things that I learned last night...and I shall discuss them here. 

1. You can pretend that anything is a martini, even if it's not, as long as it's in a cool martini class.

2. Never pay extra to get into a club for a one song performance by a...what's his name...oh right, Danny Fernandez. Thank GOD for the guest list!

3. Never pay for drinks if you have to. Again, thank GOD that we got free drinks all night...connections DO mean something, people! From now on, I don't suggest you become friends with anyone other than club promoters. Chanel has this down to a science. Maybe she can do a guest post and tell us all how this works.

4. I was once again reminded of why I don't wear heels to clubs, even if everyone is doing is. My feet hate me.

5. Not everyone knows the story behind the song "Layla" by Eric Clapton. Ridiculous. I will obviously be doing a separate blog post on this!

6. Emma is the best, because she literally just shoos the unwanted boys away, hand motion and everything. I wish I could have caught that on tape!

Overall, GOOD NIGHT!

Hair! Flow It, Show It!

Mountain Man, Seth Kinman

When I'm 60, this is exactly what the love of my life will look like. Or, well, I'm crossing my fingers. If it's not the love of my life...it's definitely my dream man when I'm 60. You can count on that! Where can a girl find a mountain man these days?

I Pale In Comparison

So, there's something about being a pastor's kid, and right now, I am feeling completely inadequate to hold this prestigious title. I've been an utter disappointment in terms of my wildness factor. I came to think about this because I came across an article called "Pastor's Kids Gone Wild", by Stuff Christians Like. (You should really read it to gain a little understanding of myself - plus the comments too!)

The article brought up three things that make a PK gone wild. The first is having a controversial new life. I guess if the church people knew what I did after I left the little hole of Blind River, they would think it was quite controversial and would do a little "tsk, tsk"; however, it just doesn't seem wild enough. The second is having a wild love interest. I have seriously failed so miserably in this department it's not even funny. And I don't consider that random stranger on the stage at Embassy to be a love interest, unfortunately. So here I am, looking for my wild love interest. GIVE IT TO ME PEOPLE! The final requirement is "No U-turn Books", which essentially means that you haven't gone back and gotten serious about the faith. I'm usually on a big ol' rollercoaster ride with this one, so I'm not really sure where I fit. As of right now, I think I have at least semi-accomplished this, as I just don't even think about it that much anymore...and definitely haven't been to church since January! I guess we'll have to see where I fall in the future.

So, here is my proposition. Give me wild things to do, and I will try to do them. I'm disappointed with my lack of wildness at this point in my life, and I still need to keep up my rebellious PK status. I seriously need to be on par with at least Katy Perry, but I'd prefer Alice Cooper - who is obviously the most badass PK of all time.

THE CLINICS ARE SHIPPED! THE CLINICS ARE SHIPPED!

Chat Routlette Is Totally Weird...

...but this is funny as hell! Watch Ben Folds do piano improv with random strangers on Chat Roulette.

Revelation Of The Day

My room looks a whole lot bigger without so much shit on the floor. Wowsers.

Noteworthy

What's with today, today? 

1. Took a bullet and licked public batteries, as I call them. I am always willing to do the nitty gritty for the good of the people (in this case - Beloshesky and I - even though she ultimately figured out the remote control situation with the batteries)

2. Decided that roller skating is something that will be done in the near future. 

3. Bowie Night. It's happening soon. Enough said. 

4. Taught myself how to french braid hair on Friday, and successfully did a little something in my hair today. You know, a little french braid on the top side of my head...and let the rest of the braid flow down. LOVE BRAIDS RIGHT NOW. Plus, Hyland wore her hair in a side braid today. We're obviously kindred spirits. Shoddy pictures:

5. I wore my thrifted old man faux moccasins. They made me feel like I was grounded with my Mother Earth and they lifted my spirit. I knew I was right to buy those mocs.

6. Hung out in the Social Work Lounge...it was a good time.

7. Nana is officially moving out of the house. I can't believe she came to grips with it. She's moving into a condo in Dundas, right across the street from my kick ass Great Aunt Helen (and Nana's sister). This means that I'll be getting my Grandpa's kick ass mid-century modern stereo/credenza type thing. I'm excited. However, I have no idea where I'm going to put it in my tiny ass apartment.

Most amusing thing of the day? Nana thinks that her 2nd bedroom in her new condo will be her "computer room". She's never worked a computer in her life and I doubt she'll start anytime soon. She's totally wild.

Listen...

When all the trees have been cut down,
when all the animals have been hunted,
when all the waters are polluted,
when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
only then will you discover you cannot eat money.

- Cree prophecy

Perhaps Galactic

We all start somewhere...but we all have galactic-ness inside of us.

Thank you, sir.