Part of Your World

There are few things more annoying to me than protocol for the sake of itself. Last week (or the week before) or whenever we had that freakadelic stint of amazing weather, it was guaranteed that 1/10 every Starbucks customer I saw asked my why we didn't have the patio furniture out. Clearly, these people are not experts on clause 5.7 of Murphy's Law, that the second you take advantage of freakishly out of season 26 degree weather, take the snow tires off your car, retire your winter jacket, bust out the patio, it's going to plummet back into freezing temperatures.

We took the patio furniture out. In fact, every Starbucks in the district did. Now I'm sitting, looking outside to grey, 1 degree weather, with a chance of flurries tomorrow. World, I blame you for this. Back to bundling up to go for runs it is. That being said, I ran almost 5K yesterday and it felt EASY. Difficult, maybe, but I could have run farther. I could have even run faster if I felt so inclined. POWERRRRRR.

That being said, the running song of the week is this: Sunrise by Childish Gambino

IN OTHER NEWS:
Recently, a friend of mine who I met through NaNoWriMo moved to England, specifically, Liverpool. This relocation has had us talking pretty much every day, and he's been tweeting me all these neat pictures of the new place where he lives. And me, seeing all this cool stuff, hearing about all these new things, am pretty much like this:

I WANT MOOOOORE (Source... also check the Tumblr. It's sick as in zero-cool.)

Now, comes the restlessness right down to my bones. Now, the feelings of being trapped. In this completely-mostly-not-angsty-way I'm brimming with longing to get the hell out of my hometown. I've known for a long time I didn't 'belong' in Waterloo, not because I stand out or I'm too good for it or something, I've just felt this calling to get out, beyond the borders and have my feet take me down the streets of new places.

Whether this is in the context of moving to Montreal, or farther, or just finding some new way to express myself, find something else, I don't know. How I'm going to assuage these feelings is also up for debate, but it's all a matter of time before I am accepted/denied my entrance to university and then I can make all of my choices from there. The nice thing is, is that exploring all my options, seeing other people do it, and working sur mon francais is making me brave. It's possibly. It's the great WHY NOT? Why not? You only live once. (Past and future reincarnations not withstanding, if that's your thing.)

No outfit posts, because I've been going about my business buck naked. Ho hum.

H.I.P

Hip shit I did today:

Worked in a coffee shop.

Shopped in a thrift store where I purchased: two pairs of skinny jeans (one for the future-- so tight I had to tug them up bit by bit like PANTYHOSE) one black and purple gingham shirt, Catcher in the Rye, A Million Little Pieces, Into the Wild, and a book about learning French. (Oui, je voudrai commencer de nouveau.)

Attended a housewarming party (my darling friends bought a condo!) wherein I found myself uttering the pretentious as HELL sentiment that Brothers was the Black Keys album that made them huge, and it was GOOD, but people discount/don't bother with their older stuff because of it. (P.S Rubber Factory is excellent.) I didn't mean that Brothers sucked because people like it, I think it's AWESOME that people want to listen to more of their music...I just...I know they have good stuff before it? Either way, I came off sounding like a prick. Mission accomplished.

Inwardly scoffed at long distance friend's supposed declaration of hipster potential as accredited by another supposed hipster. (Major character flaw: I am obsessed with labels and certain stereotypes. I can admit this, I know it sucks, and it makes me suck. The end.)

Received texts of a confusing and literary nature from my older sister about D.H Lawrence, Lady Chatterly's Lover, blah, blee, blahh.
Received tweet about this radio and LOVED It.

Now, this blog. Now, sleeping.
I want to go somewhere-- far or near. I just want to go.

Blehh

I don't even know what to tell you. I've been feeling on/off in rapid succession a LOT lately, it's like... I'll go for a run (my anti-angst) and feel fine for an hour, and the next, dissolve into complete and total bleh. BLEH. It just kind of falls out of your mouth when you say it. It's not even a legitimate feeling. Normally when I get like this I usually attach it to useless whining feelings about "I don't have a life, BOOOOO." But I have been doing some PRETTY FINE SHIZZLE as of late. (That's shit for those of you who just don't. speak. gangster.)

I saw Jo Koy, this AMAZINGLY HILARIOUS comedian last Friday in Toronto and laughed my ASS off. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I was lucky enough to see the Arctic Monkeys and the Black Keys at the ACC in Toronto just this passing Wednesday. Then, thanks to working my ASS off (literally) this week, I shredded off a grand total of 3lbs in one week. Three. Pounds. That my friends, is what we in the biz call KILLING IT UNTIL IT DIES. Needless to say, pleased about that. And uh, Community is back. HELLO, AMAZING?

Now, theoretically, with all this awesome shit in the PAST, I COULD be bummed out because suddenly the future calendar is looking empty. Suddenly, it's St. Patrick's Day and I'm not out getting mega smashed with the masses. (Gee, I'm SO sorry I'll miss the opportunity to watch someone barf green.... Seriously though, I wouldn't mind one or two green beers on a patio right about now. Takers?)

The thing is, I can't even complain about not having stuff to do in the future. The weather has been AMAZING here. March break usually swallows us up with snow but right now it's like spring or summer. I've been running outside every day I can, getting out in the sun, basking in the glow of this sneak preview of summer. Apparently, according to my little Mac widget, it's gonna continue to be amazing too.

Monday, our local cinema is playing the Labyrinth on the big screen, and Wednesday, I have my big coffee seminar debut. (Holyshit.) Plus, I'm still waiting for news back from Concordia, which I think might be the core of my laundry pile of stress. I have a bad feeling. Maybe I'm just trying to have a bad feeling so if I don't get in I can say 'I knew it anyway' and if I do, then I can do the biggest happy dance followed by the biggest monetary and life altering panic attack that I am capable of. (Somebody bring a video camera. It could be youtube worthy.)

Either way. Life has been busy and my weird moods have kept me from blogging and that's how it's going to be, probably, for the next little while. But I'll try and update when I can. So those of you holding your breath and hanging on my every word can relax.

Clothes N' Junk:

Zero Cool

I'm trying to not use the word awesome, because awesome is an abused and often misused word...that I use:

alarming, astonishing, awe-inspiring, awful, beautiful, breathtaking, daunting, dreadful, exalted, fearful, fearsome, formidable, frantic, frightening, grand, hairy*, horrible, horrifying, imposing, impressive, intimidating, magnificent, majestic, mean, mind-blowing*, moving, nervous, overwhelming, real gone, shocking, something else, striking, stunning, stupefying, terrible, terrifying, wonderful, wondrous, zero cool

Would anyone be upset if I started using "zero cool"? I'm thinking, it's pretty freakin' rad.

The Running Song of the Week is: Montreal Calling by Mobile


The pre-chorus's punchy beat is REALLY good for setting a faster pace and shredding it right the hell up when the chorus finally comes into it's own.

Children of the Revolution

EDIT: In regards to the KONY thing, I admit my enthusiasm for the campaign has waned a great deal. I am friends with people who luckily have the ability to look at things analytically while I'm chasing my emotional tail in circles like a really upset dog. And I know thanks to many MANY debates and discussions, we're all on the same page-- something needs to be done-- but sending in foreign military isn't the answer. Obviously, Kony needs to be stopped, but we need more answers and safer solutions. This paragraph is just a little apology to my friends who had the patience to understand my point of view, and to give me the wisdom of theirs.
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I'm sure you've already heard about KONY2012 and if you haven't you live under a social media rock that is probably slowly crushing the life out of you. Allow me to lift the rock-- you help-- by encouraging you to click that link. Yes that one right up there.

After that, it's all up to you. And me. And everyone we know to pick up the pieces and move forward. I can't get this song out of my head... Forget the shitty slideshow video, and just embrace the music.



This campaign gives me hope for the world and the kids and the internet generation.... I don't know. Hope in general. That someone has a plan to take what connects us, what divides us, what logs us in and shuts us off and plans to use it for the power of GOOD. That someone has been fighting for this for so many years already and now we're nearing the final push? It's-- I've been trying to cut back on my use of the word-- AWESOME and AWE-INSPIRING and AWWEYEAH.

I know it's going to be huge right now, I only hope the generational enthusiasm doesn't wane over the year. I'm sure some people will forget, or some people will never care, but for those that keep it up-- who carry the hope with them.... It's for those people my heart truly beats.

I am LOVING this.
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In more boring news: I had my Starbucks work review. I perform all my duties ADEQUATELY. I am adequate. That's pretty freakin' righteous, bean there, done that. (GROAN.)

I'll be hosting my FIRST EVER COFFEE TASTING SEMINAR ON THE 21ST OF THIS MONTH. You heard it here first. I'm going to put my money where my macchiato is and lead people through a COFFEE TASTING EXPERIENCE. Shit. I'm doing it already.

OOTD: I heart beat.

Those new sneakers rub my right heel the wrong way but I love them so much, some of it lets me understand women who wear high heels even though it causes them serious physical anguish.