Monday, December 27, 2010

This years love had better last; Heaven knows it's high time; And I've been waiting on my own too long

Well, Christmas is over, so obviously the New Year’s top whatever lists are popping up out of the woodwork. For example, my exciting Monday off is including the top 50 most something or other videos of the 2000’s. And of course this will be followed up by D2: Mighty Ducks.

Yes. My life is amazing.

Just in case you’re curious, we’re on video number 43 and it’s 99 problems. Nothing like rocking to Jay Z for the holidays--a video that would be so much better without the bleeps. Sigh.

Friday, December 17, 2010

You had my heart and soul; And you played it; To the beat

Some songs grow on you. 

Other ones just blow you away from the first listen.

This one is part of the latter category.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

I guess the only thing cheap to you was your friends

I’ve realized long before that friendships kind of have an expiry date. Sure, some of them can go longer than a Twinkie while others will be done before the milk is gone in your fridge, however, the sad and enviable truth is that friendships do end.

The question is, when is it enough?

When do you let go?

Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?

When I first started this blog back in---wow, back in March it would seem, it was mostly just a way to preoccupy my mind. I was in a crappy place at the time, having had my first “real” boyfriend dump me, one of my best friends and biggest supports out of the country and not a whole lot else going on. I needed a distraction, I needed an escape and while I wasn’t wanting to necessarily whine incessantly on this blog, I did want to be able to have somewhere I could write about whatever I wanted.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Letters to myself. Pt. 1

Dear Past Me,

I thought at 23 and my infinite wisdom, it’d be nice to enlighten you on the future. Sadly, I don’t have lottery numbers or a time machine or anything else that’d make us money but I figure a few ideas of how to be happier would benefit you--well me...


Yeah. Even at 23, we’re still pretty damn self centred.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Tis’ the season.

With the beginning of December and an actual snow fall in Vancouver pre-January, it’s easy to see why a lot of people are swinging into the Christmas spirit. Presents are being bought, Christmas carols are on the radio, decorations are being put up and trees are being lit.

So why do I feel like such a grinch?

You put me in a cage; With a daily maze of flesh and rage

Okay, okay. I’ll admit it.

I can be a bit of a workaholic.

Monday, November 22, 2010

My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. Yes, I am paid to spill my guts

Music sometimes feels like the overworked, underpaid supporting actor in my life drama.

I tend to find that whatever I listen to can be directly related to who I have around me. Boyfriends, close friends, new friends, co-workers... whoever it may be, I find that their taste often is reflected in my musical taste for the period of time when I’m around them.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

It's just a little crush; Not like I faint every time we touch

Urban Dictionary describes girl crushes as: “feelings of admiration and adoration which a girl has for another girl, without wanting to shag said girl. a nonsexual attraction, usually based on veneration at some level.”

Remember that episode of Friends with the “freebie five”? It was comprised of a list of five “unattainables” or more likely, celebrities that you could shag without the usual consequences from your significant other. Y’know, if the opportunity presented itself.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

I'm not gonna waste the perfect comeback on you now. But don't think I don't have it. Oh yes, it's time will come!

Little X's baby blanket.

I’ve never been what you’d call maternal.

I may have written about this subject before, in which I’ve never really wanted to have kids. Sure, they’re cute and adorable when they’re tiny and quiet. They wear the cutest tiniest clothes, they gurgle and have chubby cheeks and tiny hands, but one shriek, one stinky diaper, one hint of a wail and I’m bolting for the other room.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


I’m not normally one to try to pimp out different websites--I mean, besides my own. I’m just naturally self involved like that.

I mean, hello? I write a blog. Kinda evident on that whole self involved thing.

Anyways, I just thought that this project was too cool not to let other people know about it.

Now, we are not the kids we used to be; Stop wishing for yesterday

For the most part, while I tend to be a little overly judgmental and will dislike you on principal, the shade of lipstick you’re wearing or a weird look you gave me last Tuesday, age is usually not something that comes up.

I mean, why would it? Age often doesn’t correlate to maturity, intelligence, connection, personality or anything else I seek in most of my friendships. Sure, I gravitate to people who are slightly older, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t had friends who were younger. The only real thing that age plays a factor in is when it comes to romantic relationships, and even then I suppose I’d bend my not so concrete “rules” for the person IF the connection was there.

I wonder what it's like to be pretty.

You can always figure out when I’m feeling a little bit anxious or bored...

I tend to re-vamp things.

So yeah, the other background wasn’t really working for me. It was much too busy and I like the clean, simple-ness of this current one. Unfortunately blogger doesn’t like my big ass photos so using my own photography is out of the question until I become more computer savvy and/or rich enough to get someone to design one for me.

Oh, how I wish I knew photoshop and coding better.

In the mean time you’ll just have to deal with this.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

She's trying not to see you as her worst mistake

To the people who ‘live without regrets’, fuck you.

No, seriously. I don’t understand how you can live without a regret.

Not even one.

Not even if it was that outfit you wore in the third grade.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

You walk up to her; Ask her to dance; She says "Hey baby I just might take the chance"

Confession time: I’m horrible at secrets.

Not that that’s really shocking to anyone who knows me. Plenty of people say I’m a horrible liar, or that I wear my heart--and more specifically, my neurosis on my sleeve. It makes me a good target, I suppose. Not exactly hard to hurt or to know what’s going on in my head when I’m pretty readable.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Growing up, this wasn’t exactly what I imagined my life to be at 23. Although, I doubt most of us account for the middle years, the years in between “adulthood” and “teenage”. Sure, I suppose technically I’m an adult. I can drink, I can fuck, I can have loveless relationships, drive if I wanted to, go on trips by myself, move out, get a tattoo, see R rated movies.

Y’know. ‘Adult’ things.

However, I guess I just don’t feel that grown up.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

What's the deal with this pop life; And when is gonna fade out; The thing you got to realize; What we doing is not a trend; We got the gift of melody; We gonna bring it till the end

“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”

-Nick Hornby, High Fidelity.

Pop music has always been a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. And funnily enough, is probably one of my first secret shames to exist.

The time has come for colds and overcoats; We're quiet on the ride; we're all just waiting to get home

While summer may technically be over September 22nd, I’m pretty sure most people call it’s time of death after the long weekend.

Which, of course, is fine by me.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

My Baby's got the lonesome lows, don't quite go away overnight; Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue; Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones.

I have been blessed with relative health.

That’s not to say that I’m the picture of health. If you take all the mental problems away, I’m still left with an albeit small but manageable list of ailments. Things that are controlled easily enough with diet, with pills, with regular check ups and blood tests. I haven’t broken any bones, I haven’t had a surgery, I haven’t had to stay in a hospital for more than a night in at least a decade. Many would say I was blessed.

So I was suitably scared waking up to a stabbing pain in my upper abdomen early on Thursday morning. No one likes to be made aware of the fragile nature it is to be human. No one wants to be reminded of their own mortality.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections

There are often days that beyond the whole love, money, happiness and world peace thing--that if I had one wish, I’d wish for someone to make a soundtrack for my life.

Now, this goes beyond the whole me wishing that someone could let me know how I should feel about any given event. I mean, there are days I worry that my life is one giant black comedy and I just don’t ‘get it’.

Monday, August 30, 2010

I'm still swimming in harmony, I'm still dreaming of flight; I'm still lost in the waves, night after night

It’s no secret that I’m easily stressed out.

It doesn’t take much. Which is kinda funny considering how much I push myself, how much of a work-aholic I am and just what a perfectionist I can be. Well--you’d think that over the 23-years I’ve been around that I’d be able to y’know, calm the fuck down.

You’d be mistaken.

No one does stressed out, frazzled or anxious as well as I do.

"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be."

Hi, my name is Jullin and I...

read an Oprah book and liked it.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

"I'd rather hit my mom than fuck my mom"

I’m not really sure if this is the best way to start off this whole guilty pleasure thing because to be honest, ‘1 girl, 5 gays’ is probably one of my favourite television shows out there and I’m not sure if it’s that---guilty per say.

Turn it up; Heat it up; I need to be entertained

I recently had this idea in an effort to spur on some creativity and content ideas, to try and make a semi-weekly (come on, if you’ve read this site before you kinda know that consistent, I am not) “themed” post.

Oh, no. I know what you’re thinking. Super lame right? And maybe it is. But I’ll try not to make it too lame. Like don’t worry, we’re not in Twilight territory here.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It's a cruel, cruel summer. Leaving me here on my own.

Dear Summer.

Listen. You’re really great and all. I mean, you’re awesome. I’m just... I’m just real busy right now. And I’m just not really looking for a commitment. But hey, you’re awesome.

Thanks for all the memories.

And the fish.


Friday, August 13, 2010

I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide. I've got a 12-sided die...

Growing up, I don’t think I’m alone in saying that I wanted to fit in. I’m pretty sure there are whole television shows, songs and movies that lament how hard it is to be a teenager growing up in high school. Fortunately I was lucky enough to have such an irregular schooling that there wasn’t much time to worry about cliques or groups.

However, if there was any one group I wanted to fit into it was the geeks. Odd, I know. I hear that being “cool” is often what people aspire to be. But I knew I wasn’t cool. I guess I knew before the rest of the world that geek would be the new cool but, eh, what can you do?

If I seem confused, it's that I'm being taunted, by everything I ever thought I really wanted.

If there’s one thing that has held true, one belief and one thought that I’ve carried with me since childhood it’s this:

I don’t want kids.

From the time I was about 8 or so, I decided that I’m never having kids. While this thought did waver for a certain someone, at the end he was right in saying I wouldn’t be happy in that life. I’m not the domestic type, I don’t want kids running around, I don’t care about school plays, car washes, student council... I hate snotty, bratty, disgusting, self centred and whiny little leeches that drain both your wallet, time and energy.

But if you want kids? Give’er.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I wanted love, but not for myself. But for the girl, so she could love herself.

Yeah, it’s been awhile.

Life got a little messy in the last couple of weeks. Birthdays, stress, drama, work stuff. I’ve thought about updating this a lot but unfortunately haven’t had the time or energy to invest in posting all that I want to write about.

So hopefully you’ll see more action around here. I know there’s like... twelve of you out there that may have read this site once--yeah, I stalked you on Google Analytics. But this isn’t really for you, it’s for me.

So basically this is yet another, I’m not dead post.

Unfortunately things don’t always fit into the life you want. But I’ll try my best.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Go shorty, its your birthday; We gon' party like it's your birthday; We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

Well I’m officially 23.

It’s funny now to look back at my life as I turned 22 and see how much has changed. I was in a completely different situation back then, with different friends, different outlooks and while I’m basically the same person now, the things around me have changed.

New job. No boyfriend. Different relationships with friends.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Fuck. I hope I'm not nuts.

I’m not a comic book geek.

Well, at least not yet.

Sure, I’ve started spending my fair share in the comic book stores. I’m growing out a collection of various graphic novels from X-men, to originals, superheroes and non superheroes. However, what I mean to say is that growing up the only “comics” I really read were Archie comics with a very small smattering of X-men here and there when I managed to find a copy.

So no, I wouldn’t classify myself as a comic book geek.

Nobody follow us or I kill myself and then her!

I’m sure it comes to no surprise when I say that your enjoyment of something directly correlates with your expectations.

I mean, it’s not exactly a realization for me. Or at least not a new one. It just seems that lately this statement has held very true for a lot of the events that I’ve been at. To be more specific, when June 30th rolled around (the exact middle of the year), one of my favourite blogs and one that I mention here a lot, Pajiba, wrote at list of their top 5 best and worst movies thus far of 2010.

And being me, I thought I’d rip it off. I mean, I see a decent amount of movies (probably averaging out to one a month at least). Sure, that’s not a HUGE amount, but hey, I don’t write a film review blog now do I? I don’t need to see movies for much more than the fact that they entertain me--or I’m dragged to them with a friend.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Left arms burnt, we head for the lake; A bit more sun than we could take

Summer and I have a love hate relationship.

Actually---scratch that. It’s more of a feeling like that relationship with your older sister who’s perfect. You love her because you’re taught that you should. You want to like her. People speak nothing but good things about her, of her good qualities, of the good things about her. There’s so much wonderment and potential lurking under there. And yet? Yeah, not so much.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The looking glass, so shiny and new; How quickly the glamour fades

Disappointment is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. It’s why when your parents are “disappointed” in you it feels so much worse than if they just got angry at you. It’s that feeling that you held an ideal to this person, that you thought of a genuinely good person and then they turn around and spit all over this image. The fact that you took someone, someone you believed in, trusted them, loved them to some uncertain capacity and then the fact that they took that and shattered it.

It’s gut wrenching.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Ooo you make me live; You you're my best friend.

Friendships evolve as you grow up.

Yeah, it’s kinda a general/lame statement but I can definitely say that the friends I have now are very different than the ones I had back in elementary, in high school and even within the last few years.

And that’s not to say that they’re different in the sense that I’ve changed over the years. That my tastes have evolved/gotten better/aren’t so lame is of course, without a doubt true. However, what I mean to say that not only are the groups of people I chose to associate myself with are different, but how I view friendship and the friends I have has changed as I have.

I guess it’s enviable.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

“Go in peace my daughter. And remember that, in a world of ordinary mortals, you are a Wonder Woman.”

I guess I’m a little late on the bandwagon with this, but it was shown to me sometime during the week. Unfortunately it hasn’t been until now that I’ve been able to sit down and actually form a complete opinion on the re-vamp.

Yes, I’m talking about the new Wonder Woman design.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open

Perception is a funny thing.

Take two people and show them the same event. They’d both give you different versions of what happened. Coloured by background, past traumas, opinions, beliefs, they’d each notice certain things, gain certain knowledge and sure as hell would have two very different counts of events--right down to what someone was wearing.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

I’m not a big believer in fate. Truth be told, I’m not a huge spiritual person to begin with. I don’t really believe in a higher power--or perhaps I’m just ambivalent about one. I’m a typical twenty something year old around these days. Not highly spiritual, open minded but pretty damn skeptical.

Unlike a lot of people my age, however, I tend to romanticize the idea.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

"They're like humans but miniature. Teacup humans."

The best way I can sum up my personal feelings towards True Blood is that it’s very much like Grey’s Anatomy for me: unfathomably engrossing.

I could never really explain why I’m so enamored with either television show. For the most part I hate both male and female leads on both shows (Mer and Der on Grey’s and Sookie and Bill on True Blood) and I could generally go without watching them on a weekly basis. However, once on dvd or if I start streaming, I’m instantly hooked.

Monday, June 21, 2010

"You know, people underestimate the value of a good ramble."

I’m unsure (and frankly too lazy to look up) if I’ve discussed the fact that I started a small book club, but I have. I’ve decided to describe it as the non-lame, totally awesome, no-Oprah-allowed book club.

Basically, as you may imagine, this isn’t your mother’s book club.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Drop your socks and grab your crocs, we're about to get wet on this ride.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks and I know there’s countless reviews up already and I have seen these movies weeks ago but I have been wanting to write a review about them so here it goes.

You don’t like it? Well tough shit.

Just a second it's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?

Every so often (usually once a month) the Vancouver Art Gallery opens it’s doors to the night life, offering a different type of night on the town with FUSE. Combining art, music, and live performances, FUSE is definitely a twist on a typical Friday night, allowing you to not only see all the exhibits after hours, but offers a wide variety of different forms of art, each centered around one theme.

June was Girls! Girls! Girls! and my first FUSE event.

"So I am marrying in the Japanese style: for 999 years, but with the right to cancel the marriage each month".

I don’t know if I have written about this, but G and I were discussing that Vancouver has so much to offer and despite living here for 20+ years we hadn’t really taken advantage of all (read: any) of it.

This started off as a conversation over a dinner in which we were discussing how we had yet again managed to not go to Bard on the Beach and that this summer should be the summer we do it. We’re finally old enough to stay out late, that we all have (semi) decently paying jobs and since our small group of friends are not currently in school (next year, bitches), it seemed like the ideal time to, well as I titled our google calendar, get cultured.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

I'm all dressed up with you

Warning: Yes, I realize that this post is a little late seeing as the original episode aired several weeks ago. Unfortunately I haven't really had time to watch the episodes (the auditions always bore me anyways) so I took the opportunity on a lazy Sunday to catch up.

I have loved So You Think You Can Dance since I first watched Benji's audition way back in season 2. Sure, there's been some hate (*cough*season3*cough*) and there's been some--well, honestly? A lot of love, however SYTYCD has consistently been one of the best--if not, the best, reality show on television today.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

Holy Tyra-make-over Batman!

As you can probably see I did a little re-vamp. Figures that as soon as I even remotely start playing with the idea of going to Squarespace, they come up with a way to make things more pretty.

Cause I’ll be honest, I’m kinda all about the pretty.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

oh my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.

Well, things have been less than stellar lately but X recently managed to kick my ass--despite my usual stubbornness to get back into the portfolio thing.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

A lesson in fangirlism

I will be the first to admit that I’m not the fastest reader.

(This should make the whole challenge a little harder, but whatevs. They don’t call it a challenge for anything).

Anyways, especially when a book is dry or not as interesting, it can take me many weeks to get through it. Daywatch, I’m looking at you. However, there are a couple of different series that I have no problem in devouring.

The Mercy Thompson novels fit the latter category to a T.

Back over the line from fiction to reality.

It may be a little unfair to compare one movie to another---but we all do it. In this case, when I first saw the trailer for The Fourth Kind, it was around the same time Paranormal Activity came out and both had “found” footage---ala The Blair Witch Project. Comparisons were drawn, I mean, it’s not like Hollywood can be y’know creative and unique after all.

Novel concept, I know.

If two people only have one thought between them, something is very wrong.

Watching the trailers for Sex and the City 2, you could already tell it’s going to be a terrible movie. From the acting, the loosely strung together “plot” and the disgustingly huge budget, anyone with two brain cells to rub together could see it would be terrible. So when my friend R perkily suggested we see it, I was less than thrilled.

Sometimes it sucks being the sudo-boyfriend.

I mean, I didn’t even get laid for this shit and that’s the real tragedy here.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

This is a lesson in procrastination

After some initial set backs--for reasons too emo to get into around these parts (yes, I try to play the part of the sane, semi-self confident girl. It’s the interwebs, I can totally lie and get away with it), I decided this weekend would be a good time to get back involved with my portfolio and get my ass in gear.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Spill out your heart sister, show me your passion.

So it’s a rainy Saturday afternoon. The perfect type of day to curl up on the couch and preferably watch some sappy movies with that someone special. Sadly, I don’t have I figure I’ll write the perfect Saturday lazy afternoon post.

You’ve seen these around, a slightly upgraded version of those emails we use to send around when we were in high school: twenty things you probably don’t know about me. Hey, at least it’s not one of those “surveys” because do you really care if I prefer coke to pepsi? Come on.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

What's so special about this Bella girl? Edward's so whipped!

I figure I should start this review off right. You know, get something off my chest for those who don’t know me.

I was a vampire fangirl.

Well, still am. And totally before it was cool.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

You gotta walk before you run

(As always, you can probably find better reviews out there, such as this one.)

I first had the pleasure of listening to Chartered Heston when my mother e-mailed me to listen to her co-workers new band. I was a tad apprehensive, but this is the same office that has housed other Canadian indie darlings, including a band member of Said the Whale to name one...

Not that I’m name dropping or anything here.

That's right bitches; I got a crossbow!

To me, The Losers is one of many movies that fits into the hereby newly made genre that I just created on the spot: the guy’s version of the “chick flick”. Dick flick?

Okay, the name needs work. So sue me, I just created it.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Picture Cop Out FTW.

Okay, so kinda of how the title says, this is part cop out and part, hey look what I did a couple of weeks ago.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Okay. Yeah, yeah. I know. I promised myself that I would post once a week and I believed I missed last week's if not the week before as well [editing note: dayyyyuuummmm...apparently I'm missing two posts]. Don't worry. This won't be the only post for this week.

And no, I'm not going to start to have a series of checks and balances. I screwed up for one week and you're gonna judge me too? Pfft.

I kid.

Well. Sort of.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Holy I-Was-A-Teenage-Werewolf, Batman

Sitting down to review Fool Moon by Jim Butcher, the second in the Dresden Files series, I cannot help but compare it to other series.

Now, this isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy the book. I did. I’d like to think of these comparisons as good things, as Dresden is certainly unique in many senses and yes, I’m a little late in the game to jump on the bandwagon. However, throughout my reading I did find myself drawing comparisons to previous works I’d seen/read, both to Dean Koontz’s Watchers and to the popular television series Castle. The detective show starring one of my very own freebie five and fellow Canadian, Nathan I’m ever so cute and charming Fillion--probably best known for his role as Captain Mal from Firefly.

(Side note: If you don’t know what Firefly is or have never seen it, stop reading this and go watch it.

No, I’m serious.)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Progress Report, Mr. Spock

Well it’s been almost a month since I started this little blog. And in the beginning (cause obviously that was SO long ago), I made a list of things to do for the summer.

Now, granted, summer isn’t even here but I’m still working on this list. And yes, even changing a couple of things. But don’t worry---I’m not pussying out. These are actually HARDER things to do. Yeah, I’m crazy. Don’t remind me.

Demo - A Review

It’s interesting that this review should come up so soon after my review of A Single Man. Both experiences were terribly personal ones, but also one that I’d want to share with someone.

I’d like to think that they were both stories that everyone can relate to in some small way, but may view differently or pick different moments--or in the case of Demo, stories that affected them more or less than yourself. Which would make any discussions about them all the more interesting, because you wont necessarily agree with someone but you learn just a little more about them. 

Monday, April 12, 2010

I kinda wish I had an awesome quote to sum this up.

Okay, so it’s a little bit harder to find something awesome to put in the title. While I do adore Kelley Armstrong’s work, she’s not always the most quotable author in the world. Nothing in Frostbitten managed to stick out as something to use on here, which is not to say it was a terrible book by any means but--just not very quotable.

But let’s back this up.

Just get through the goddamn day.

It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen A Single Man and I’m still a tad hesitant to put up a review.

This isn’t to say that I haven’t formed an opinion nor that I didn’t like the movie. It’s just, to me, feels like one of those movies that’s very internal. Even as I write this, half of me is struggling with the idea and frustrated that I cannot come up with anything that could justify it, either my opinion or a review.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

The saddest part of a broken heart, isn't the ending so much as the start.

I started off writing a blog post about a break up. I guess the once semi-constant thing in my life has been writing and the ability to express myself and what I was going through. While I’ve currently moved from fiction to literally my boring every day life I always felt it a great outlet for my rather clutter brain.

I’m the type of person who over thinks just about everything. I try to plan things. I worry. I fret. I analyze and then hyper analyze. I jump to conclusions. I lose myself in my thoughts. Being able to write out my emotions, my feelings... it distances me from them. It lets me organize. Often my writing starts off with one thing and ends on a completely different mark.

Which I guess is how I started re-writing this post about my break up.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My small brush with fame...

Living in Vancouver it’s not completely unusual to see a movie set.

Sure, it’s not run of the mill. We all still stand around, peering around giant props and pieces of equipment to find someone famous buried among the loads of people it takes to make a movie. Sometimes we get lucky and other times not so much. I was never one of those lucky people. I’ve never met anyone famous. Haven’t seen anyone famous.

I say this, not to be pouty or whiny but just as a truth.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

"Love is happiness, but only when you believe it will last for ever."

My first book review.

How neat.

No, honestly. I love discussing books--and movies, and tv shows and anything where I can spout my mouth off on what I think. My only problem is 99% of the people I know either don’t read the same books I do, or do and dislike talking about them. I’m looking at you, M.

It's a brand new day and the sun is high; All the birds are singing that you're gonna die

As mentioned in the past, I wanted to be a part of a challenge--with a few minor tweaks.

Because in all honesty? I never do things the simple way--or hopefully the conventional way. I like to do things somewhat on my own terms. If you know me, you’ve probably had many frustrating conversations in which I try elicit a response from you, only to do the thing I wanted to do in the first place. (Thanks for listening, I promise I take all your input seriously.)

Friday, April 2, 2010

If you look up awesome in the dictionary: a muse concert would be the first entry.

Honestly, probably the best quote of the night, courtesy of my mother who had a surprisingly great time.

Yes, I’m lame. I went to a concert with my mother. Shut up.

When Muse were first announced at least three months ago that they were coming to Vancouver, I was excited--despite my sadly dwindling excitement for the band. I texted my two best friends, hereto known as M and G, and asked if they wanted to come. They, of course, thanks to me, have been fans since high school (M) and since he met me (G), were of course interested. Bought the “best available” and thought nothing of it until April.

Yes, I full on admitted it. My love for Muse, while still there was lacking the same enthusiasm that I had once felt.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cliche new beginnings.

So without getting into the drama, it's time for a change.

I was never great at New Year's resolutions. To me, I get it. The whole idea of a new year, a new start, a change in the norm. But it's the holidays--and while good or bad, they're always stressful. Last year I had the great idea, driven by another need to switch things up and a random, boring probably Thursday, to have a to-do list for the summer. I wanted it to be the best summer I've had. The warm weather always seemed to bring an excitement and if you wanted to be all metaphorical and shit, you get to shed those heavy layers of winter.

Vanity Project

The idea of having a blog isn't exactly novel.

Hell, it's not the first time I thought about having one--seeing as I started this one about a year ago and never wrote in it. However I think I'm at a good point in my life where my self absorption is balanced enough for one. I'm plenty comfortable talking with myself and yet not so much so that I'll nit pick every thing or pretend that I'm something more than a girl, living in a city with access to the interwebs.

So this is my life. As boring as it may be. I'm not expecting much.

This is simply a vanity project like any other but I'm hoping for a space to clear my thoughts and keep a record of my life--or at least for the next few months.