Twin Cheesecakes

Every time I don't run for a few days before a big race, I worry for some reason that during the rest period, all my fitness and running skills are going to evaporate. I'll end up walking from the starting line because my legs have forgotten how to power me around.

I get awfully superstitious about running too. After an AMAZING 5K on Friday after work, my run today was  tougher, and now I'm paranoid that if I run again and it goes badly, it will be a bad omen and I'll psych myself out. It's okay because it's my tapering period (running less and less closer to a race to give your legs a rest) but..... My nerves are definitely starting to fry, slowly.
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Adele has been played so much that, her music doesn't even really have emotional potency anymore, The radio killed any serious potential it had to reach people.  It's kind of upsetting.
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I have to go babysit a twin pair of cheesecakes right now...

This is turning out way more random than I thought it would.

Anatomy of a 22nd Birthday

This past Thursday, I had the good fortune to turn 22 years old, which hit me fully in the face this morning at work when the new girl asked me my age and I answered, then walked into the back room, only to freeze by a shelf full of band aids and condoms in shock and what was either awe or appall. The rosy glow of Thursday, where I felt pleased and accomplished had whipped off and left serious disparity: a sense of loss and a small identity crisis. I don't feel 22 years old. I don't know if I've done what other people have done at my age. I don't know if I feel ahead, but I think it's behind, and like I ought to do more '20 something' stuff while I still can. I will figure out what this really equals out to and report back in the mean.

Thursday started off with lunch, during which Bek and I freaked out as Steph oh-so-casually dropped the news that her and her long time boyfriend had FINALLY gotten engaged on a two week trip in the UK.  (WEDDINGS!) FINALLY.

Later, when peeps arrived to the party, in which I was spinning vinyls (like it's soooo cool) and drinking cocktails of Cake flavoured Vodka and Dry Lavender Soda. They all came bearing amazing gifts! Josh and Reb brought me the Tiny Book of Tiny Stories and my most coveted of all china, a Great Gays of Our Time mug. It's like having a peek-a-boo tea party with famous homos and Earl Grey. Phil and Steph brought me a HELP! Mug and Union Jack pins from Liverpool. I also got new yoga towel and a book about Montreal & Quebec City from Jill, as well as some new running gear from my parents. Which is AWESOME because all the stuff I have is now too big, as I have literally continued to run my ass off. (Upon hugging me when he got here, Josh declared me to be 'tiny.' ZING!)

Oh yeah, and I got new glasses! Peach Ombre retro beauties from LOVE brand.

After gifts and AMAZING cinnamon bun cupcakes that big sister engineered all by her lonesome, my crew and I rolled out, intending to go to the bowling lane. However, the guy told us in the lackadaisical way that seems smeared upon all people who work at bowling alleys, that he didn't have enough time to ring us all through before the lanes closed. So we ended up going to bubble tea, where I ended up eating too much. I regret nothing. Calories are null and void on birthdays. SCIENCE.

After that, we all headed back to my house. Some of my darlings had to split for home, and the rest of us sat around a chiminea fire on the deck. I was drinking sangria like juice, which messed with my stomach more than it put me out of my chair. I'm not 22-year-old-alcoholic-and-party-all-the-time type, but I do miss getting a good buzz going on. My birthday was the one day I didn't feel personally obligated to drive, so it was nice to even just be able to have a few without worrying about being the DD, which is the hat I usually wear.

We sat around the fire and talked about the internet and how Facebook might warp our children. We spoke of memories of highschool, Montreal, camping and summer flings. It was a really nice way to end the evening. 

Now with this milestone behind me, it's time to look ahead. I've started looking for places to live in Montreal, registered for a few classes, and get my schtuff all sorted out before I have to change plains...of existence.

UP NEXT: PRIDE & the 5K, musical overdose, selling my shit on Kijiji, battling Ben and Jerry's addiction, sunburns in weird places, piano keys, Gordon Lightfoot, cleaning out my closet without referencing Eminem (except just now), eventually quitting one of my jobs to allow more free time, the last haircut I might ever get for a long ass time, fashion blogging, being smitten, karaoke and I-want-my-nose-pierced-but-I-still-work-at-a-conservative-Starbucks.

Blog By Numbers

#1. The way to keep your life from being consumed by a fashion blog is to not write a fashion blog.


#2. The way to celebrate your birthday is to first declare loudly you don't want to do anything. Then decide you do want to do something. After this deliberate endlessly over WHAT should be done for it, and with whom and upon what day. Then, sit back, throw your hands down onto the keyboard and and write a blog about. Also, make sure you don't book it off for work so that you can scramble to find someone to cover your shift, because while you're not sure WHAT you're doing, your special birthday ass is NOT celebrating by asking people for their Optimum cards.

#3. The way to cut out refined carbs is to stop eating chips, crackers and white bread. Instead, you find yourself eating lots of yogurt, vegetables, seeds, nuts, and ALWAYS BEING HUNGRY.

#4. The fact that having two  jobs is starting to cut into my social calendar is really...discouraging.  I need the cash but spending 6 or 7 days a week without being able to see people who I'm going to miss in a few months time is...disheartening. And frustrating. And stupid. I want a real weekend, DAMNIT. It's also hard to be happy about my jobs when I'd rather be off chasing my passions. It's day jobs vs. love in the dark.

#5. Two albums I can't stop listening right now: Jack White's Blunderbuss and Tom Waits' Bad As Me.

#6. My cat just barked. And my barked I mean he ruffed and woofed.

#7. I'm already beginning to stress about money and the move to Montreal in a few months time. I'm already missing people. I'm already getting pangs of feelings. What the hell have I done?! Don't get me wrong. I'm excited. But....Now the excitement is being shaken up with fear and worry as reality sets in. University seems big and cold and impersonal right now...

Summer Buckets

I've been busy. If I haven't been working, working out, hanging out, writing, blogging, slideshowing, eating (things I should and things I shouldn't), texting,  I've been comatose in naps. Big naps, and listening to podcasts about French and sex. (Not related. Well maybe related in a language of love sense of the words, but really, cut me a break. I just discovered the magic of podcasts.)

Another thing to come out of accepting my offer to school is that I have realized this might be my last full summer in Waterloo and even Ontario for a few YEARS. (Mind = blown.) So I made a summer "Bucket List" of things I'd like to do before a peace the Province.. There's also just a big list of places I need to EAT before I leave, but they're mostly local to my home city place and wouldn't mean much to y'all.

 THE LIST:

Mini Putt at Gus Maui’s

Bowling + 1 strike (Waterloo or Frederick Lanes)
See a movie at the drive in
See a movie in Waterloo park

Go to the Farmer’s Market

Go to the Beach
Go to Canada's Wonderland
Karaoke a Queen song and Born to be Wild at Club Rennaisance (videotape evidence?)
+1 night at Phil’s (Ugh. It has to be done, even as a DD.)
The 8K Dirty Dash
Matryoshka (with Anabela?)

Perform at Guelph Poetry Slam or Burlington Slam Project


Waterloo/Toronto suggestions? Anyone?

I gotta get to sleep now. Bootcamp in the morning, work in the afternoon and PARTY ALL THE TIME.
HAPPY JUNE! (I know I'm late. Also, we've hit 4000+ page views. SWEET!)

J'irai!

JOURNEY TO CONCORDIA 
 A FACIAL OPERA IN 8 PARTS

And now the real fun begins. Three people today have told me about the Bodies case (don't read that if you get queasy easily), my mom is already setting me up with 'hip old ladies' and babysitting jobs  , as well as apartment hunting, asking me 100x about money and throwing in the odd word en Francais, clearly for my sad not-so-bilingual benefit.

ALSO: Since I'll be leaving Ontario and may not return to live here for more than a visit at least for a few years, I'm making a summer bucket list. ONTARIANS, Anything in the GTA, Southerwestern area you think I should try to squeeze in?