California Tripping

Hello, dear reader. It has indeed been quite a while.
I’ve been at work basically nonstop for the past few weeks since I got back from LA (which is nice, since I need the hours after having missed nearly 2 weeks of work.. but it’s also starting to make me go crazy, especially with the insanity of back-to-school shoppers).

So..  LA! I was there (and at Pismo Beach) for about 2 weeks and it was wonderful, hot, sunny and beautiful (but far too busy, crowded and polluted to stay any longer). I really enjoyed the trip but I’m also thankful to be back in BC (didn’t think I could love this place any more, but apparently it’s possible)!

Morro Rock

I really only have one thing to share about LA that took the longest for me to get used to:

one must not drink from the tap

Seems simple, right?  Not if all you’re life you’ve been living in a place where bottled water and filters are frowned upon/a joke. I had people yell at me not to drink the tap water at least once a day.. at LEAST.

Anyway, that was my California life, I will leave it at that and share a final picture:

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Power Outtage = Bathtime

Does anyone else feel like writing ‘hello’ at the beginning of a post isn’t good enough? So you toil over what kind of greeting to use and all that comes to mind is some lame thing no one should say.

What a dilemma. To solve said dilemma, I shall say hello in a different language every day. That way, at least I will seem super worldly even though I’m clearly not.

So, Aloha (the power is out and I couldn’t google other languages.. gimme a break), As I just mentioned, my power is out (for seemingly no reason) and I’m currently typing this on a word processor instead of my actual blog. It’s pretty embarrassing knowing how hard it is for me to find something productive or entertaining to do without the internet  (though I could read, but it’s 8:30pm and the only way to have enough light, ironically, would be to go outside.. which ain’t happening right now).

I was happily watching Game of Thrones online when the power cut out..  in the middle of an episode. You can imagine the rage this induced. So to calm down, I took a bath, halfway through which I realized how incredibly boring baths are. So that was the end of that, and here I am now.

Anyway, I’ve been making a lot of friendship bracelets lately (remember when eeeeveryone had these?  i think they’re still awesome), so I thought I’d post up some pictures. I got the idea/tutorial for this next one from this neat little blog: C’est tout pour aujourd’hui, mes amis!

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Wine, Beer, Beer, Beer, Blueberry Jam Tea

 

Hey y’all!

First things first, drop everything right this instant and go to your local David’s Tea, and purchase a tin of their Blueberry Jam tea. It ALMOST rivals Happy Kombucha (the greatest tea on the planet).

This is going to be a short, update of a post since I’ve already managed to neglect the blog for the past few days, for which I apologize (though I don’t think anyone actually reads this yet, but that’s fine). Anyway, the weekend is over and I am back.
I spent my booze-filled weekend on rooftops, in the rain, playing beer pong, working and watching My Drunk Kitchen (in no particular order, and not all at the same time..  though I am a wicked multi-tasker).   I also attempted to dye my hair in an ombre fashion..  lets just say it went not entirely as well as I had hoped. But that’s fine, I’m really imaginative.

I’m almost (finally) done reading Fifty Shades Freed, which is awesome since I can move on to something that’s actually worth reading, possibly The Perks of being a Wallflower since I’ve been meaning to read that book since (literally) the 8th grade.

I am so tired from the weekend shenanigans that I can’t focus on one thought for more than two sentences..

How about a mini-rant?   Why is it that some relationships are so damned confusing?  I do not know how to deal with what’s happening, and it’s actually kind of funny cause it’s such a strange situation, but it’s frustrating as fuck trying to figure out peoples’ intentions. Also, I’m not big on giving two hoots what anyone thinks of what I do (since as long as I’m not judging myself, it’s an accomplishment), but it’s difficult trying to figure out if the other person cares. Does that make sense? Probably not, but that’s fine, I’m pretty convinced it’s an unsolvable dilemma anyway.

Well, rant over.

What a pointless post.

Go make a pineapple upside-down cake.

Allergy Attacks

Hola mi amigos!

I think I’m going to attempt to teach myself Spanish (Dora will probably help too..), but more on that later.

Right now I want to discuss one of the worst things in the world:

 Allergies

Don’t be fooled by the colours..  how does that commercial go? “you’re so congested you can barely breathe, you can’t stop itching and clawing at your eyes, you feel terrible, you look terrible. Your nose drips like a faucet, you sneeze so much you can’t get any work done. Everyone around you thinks you’re contagious, so you’re constantly explaining ‘They’re just allergies’ “.  Very attractive, I’m sure. I can’t help but hate all you people who don’t go through this bitch called allergy season. For me, it’s not even pollen..  the culprit is none other than..

.. snow..  in June?  No, dear reader. This is Poplar fuzz, and it can go to hell for all I care.

“Dude, just take an allergy pill,” you may say.

Yeah..  too bad the only one that makes any sort of a difference is Benadryl. Meaning I can choose between being conscious and sneezing my brains out all day or being knocked out. Which begs the question: which genius figured out that allergies can’t bother you if you’re asleep?  Thanks Sherlock, real helpful.

So, I’m sitting here, an entire tissue box later, and I though..  wouldn’t it be efficient if they gathered all that stupid fuzz and turned it into tissues? As long as it was processed enough so it doesn’t make me sneeze. The irony would not be lost on me!

Anyway, that is all for now.  I shall update you on my progress in Spanish soon, hopefully 🙂

Fifty Shades of Grimm Fairytales

Hey everyone!

I hope everyone enjoyed their weekends..  mine was mostly a blur of the usual, saving kittens from blazing trees, judging staring contests, oh! and I took up sailing.. on the Nile.

But for real, I firmly believe I made one of the greatest purchases of all time on Friday: Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
My level of excitement as I was buying this book from the Jolly Olde Book Store (really, that’s what it’s called) was so high that I was near hysterical and momentarily couldn’t recall my PIN number for my debit. Think of the coolest thing you’ve ever blown too much money on, triple your excitement level on that purchase, and then you’ll maybe sorta know how I felt.

I dare you to pretend you don’t want it..  go ahead.

YOU CAN’T!

It’s too beautiful not to want.

Anyway, that was my splurge of the month, I think. And since I started talking about books, let’s keep rolling with that idea.

You may have noticed (along the side panel to your right there..) that I’m reading none other than the Fifty Shades books. But WAIT! Before you get all up in my face about how terrible they are and how I’m a disgrace for ever picking up the books  – which technically, I didn’t since I didn’t exactly pay for them (c’mon, pay for something that terribly-written?) – let me explain.

I’ve read the first two, and I’m currently picking my way through the third. Let me begin by getting something straight (and this goes for movies too): just because it’s entertaining, does not mean it’s a quality read/film. I’m not going to lie, I do like the storyline of the books and, contrary to popular belief (including my own when I was reading the first one), it’s not all kinky sex – though there is plenty of it.  Having said that, the books are horribly written, to the point where there are full paragraphs of copy/pasted material. I kid you not, look it up if you don’t believe me. How is that allowed?  Who edited these books? ..they need to be fired.

The reason I even found out about these books is when I heard on the radio that they were making a movie out of them, possibly starring Ian Somerhalder. My first reaction: holy hell he is smokin’.. when is this going to be out??
But after giving it 30 seconds of thought, I wondered how the hell they’re planning on making a movie supposedly for theaters where every 3rd scene is some sort of fuckery.

Anyway, I definitely don’t recommend any of the Fifty Shades books, unless you want a quick read (except the last one is ~500 pages) that makes you feel like you need to move to Seattle and find a hot, kinky, rich guy to marry way too young (belated spoiler alert? …I somehow don’t think anyone will care).

 

That is it for tonight folks, hope you all had yourselves a good weekend!

Avocados & Astrology

This is going to be a short post; just wanted to share my night with y’all.

I spent the evening driving around town with a friend, running a couple errands. She wanted to get her eyebrows done, so I accompanied her, and as I sat waiting for her, I heard the most intelligent conversation I’ve heard in a while.

Two girls were talking about tea leaf fortunes, elements, and astrological bullshit (I don’t mean to offend, if that’s your thing, but it’s not something I can say I believe in). Let me just say that, first of all, they took about 10 minutes to debate how many elements there were and what these elements were, finally coming to the conclusion that there are, in fact, 3 elements (fire, water and earth) and that air apparently does not exist. One girl then went on to explain about horoscopes and what traits her ex had (he was a Virgo). This guy was apparently “slippery”, as is with all Virgos, according to Miss Astrologer, which she then went on to explain means “tricky”… take note Webster’s.

That was the end of that.

Later we went to grab a coffee (which turned out to be frappuccinos) and talk. Let me start with saying anyone who is anyone and likes coconut, should drop what they’re doing right now and go get a Mocha Coconut frapp.

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Got one?  cool, then I shall continue.

So as we’re chatting about the complexities of life, a young, somewhat hoodlum-looking, man walks in, sits down, glances at us sketchily (is that a word?  it is now) and proceeds to casually take an avocado out of his pocket along with some organic, hipster-as-fuck honey. Glancing around again, he then takes a knife out and starts peeling and eating the avocado.  Once he’s done with that, he takes a container of UNSALTED, ORGANIC nuts out of a bag and eats those as well, then gathers his things and leaves.

My night was rad.

That is all.

Goodnight.