It's Friday night/Saturday morning, 3AM precisely, the neighbors are blasting music loud as hell, and I'm sitting on my couch blogging. Why am I sitting on my couch blogging, instead of out and about in the city with the people?
Well, for starters, it's cold outside. This morning waiting for the bus, I was cursing the land itself while snowflakes sliced the air, riding on the back of the wind. I knew that tonight was not a "going out on the town to spend money I can't afford to spend, sitting in the same bar" (anything close to the house. Seriously I am a baby when it comes to winter) night. No, I said. Eff you, winter, I said. I'm a badass and I say what I want.
Secondly, this week sort of kicked my ass. I started my new job as a Barista at Java U, which means my usual sleep in days or days off became: "get up at 6AM and hustle to the metro" days. And sleep time became paper writing time or workout time (sometimes) or studying-for-French-exams time. J'etais fatigué. I can only hope that as time goes on, my body will adjust to being on the go all the time and managing all of this won't feel so exhaustive. When I got home from class today, I made a bowl of popcorn, crawled into my bed and watched Portlandia. And it. Was. Awesome.
I regret NOTHING.
Other than that....I'm doing alright. I ate WAY too much chocolate today (there are worse problems to have), I lost 2.5 lbs this week (...no thanks to the chocolate), I aced my French exam with panache (le yay!) and I have a whole weekend in which to do nothing. Or to say I want to do nothing, only to snap with cabin fever and venture forth. It's all good.
Also: I'm thinking about starting a recipe/food blog again, for real this time. My attempt in the past was half hearted and it happened at a time when I wasn't cooking for myself all that much. I think it would be fun, I'm passionate about it, I eat food pretty much every day of my life and it would help me sharpen my writing skills. But I need a name....
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February 09, 2013
February 03, 2012
Get Busy Blogging
As the saying goes, get busy living or get busy blogging. I guess this past week I've been doing more living than blogging! Still, here's some links in case you're interested:
Spring Has Sprung, Bitches-- 2012 Spring Fashion Report for TRAVIS
Everyday People-- How I Met a Homophobe in Real Life
Other than that, this week was a blur of working the Starbucks and Shoppers, as well as celebrating Rebekah's 22nd birthday. As the BFF, I was overly freaked about making everything go right. I wanted a fun, stress free smooth riding night, damnit, and I was going to pick at every detail with tweezers until it was perfect.
Which is why everything went slightly wrong. Everything from bad winter weather driving into Toronto, to people going home from the bar sick, to finding 24 hour parking, all the way to work calling me in the morning saying, "You were suppose to uhh...be here an hour ago?" When I had really booked the day off. I guess trying to control the chaos just doesn't work. Note to self: In the future, go with the flow, because stressing out doesn't make things NOT HAPPEN TO YOU.
Moulin Rouge.
The night started out with martinis and awesome food, and railed through to Fly, our favourite gay bar with lots of bassy techno dance music. Josh got danced on by a man and Justin got asked if he knew where to get some ecstasy. I accidentally-on-purpose gave Rebekah a birthday kiss at midnight. Amy had to go home sick. Everyone rocked out, and I got my dance on. I freakin' LOVE getting my dance on. If I could take dance classes for fun, I would go every DAY. I would eat sleep and breathe shakin' it.
Rebekah and Justin rock the dance floor.
The night ended with Justin, Rebekah and I driving around Toronto at 2:30 in the morning freezing our asses off and looking for places with cheap 24 hour parking. My toes were freezing as I ran to the parking lot signs to read the restrictions. We pulled u-turns. We laughed and shivered. Sitting in the the Buick, looking over at Bek, I assured her we would laugh about it some day. "It's going to make a good story." That's my one liner.
We fit six people sleeping in Alli and Amy's tiny living room, human jigsaw style. I meant to take a picture but I was too busy snuggling between Justin on the floor, and the giant nest chair Reb was sleeping on. Then we talked. All I know is we talked pop rocks, French Stewart, Robert Munsch, schizophrenia... That qualifies a good night for me. Martinis, Dancing, Story Material, French Stewart, giant sleepover. The night felt very "20-something" to me.
Other Things I Did This Week:
I finally saw Shame, watched Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (AGAIN, yes it was that good), got my ass back into the gym, started working on my portfolio for Concordia, ate Almond Butter, found a new fitness philosophy (STOP THINKING OF WORKING OUT AS A PUNISHMENT) and I dunno. Things. I did things.
Spring Has Sprung, Bitches-- 2012 Spring Fashion Report for TRAVIS
Everyday People-- How I Met a Homophobe in Real Life
Other than that, this week was a blur of working the Starbucks and Shoppers, as well as celebrating Rebekah's 22nd birthday. As the BFF, I was overly freaked about making everything go right. I wanted a fun, stress free smooth riding night, damnit, and I was going to pick at every detail with tweezers until it was perfect.
Which is why everything went slightly wrong. Everything from bad winter weather driving into Toronto, to people going home from the bar sick, to finding 24 hour parking, all the way to work calling me in the morning saying, "You were suppose to uhh...be here an hour ago?" When I had really booked the day off. I guess trying to control the chaos just doesn't work. Note to self: In the future, go with the flow, because stressing out doesn't make things NOT HAPPEN TO YOU.
Moulin Rouge.
The night started out with martinis and awesome food, and railed through to Fly, our favourite gay bar with lots of bassy techno dance music. Josh got danced on by a man and Justin got asked if he knew where to get some ecstasy. I accidentally-on-purpose gave Rebekah a birthday kiss at midnight. Amy had to go home sick. Everyone rocked out, and I got my dance on. I freakin' LOVE getting my dance on. If I could take dance classes for fun, I would go every DAY. I would eat sleep and breathe shakin' it.
Rebekah and Justin rock the dance floor.
The night ended with Justin, Rebekah and I driving around Toronto at 2:30 in the morning freezing our asses off and looking for places with cheap 24 hour parking. My toes were freezing as I ran to the parking lot signs to read the restrictions. We pulled u-turns. We laughed and shivered. Sitting in the the Buick, looking over at Bek, I assured her we would laugh about it some day. "It's going to make a good story." That's my one liner.
We fit six people sleeping in Alli and Amy's tiny living room, human jigsaw style. I meant to take a picture but I was too busy snuggling between Justin on the floor, and the giant nest chair Reb was sleeping on. Then we talked. All I know is we talked pop rocks, French Stewart, Robert Munsch, schizophrenia... That qualifies a good night for me. Martinis, Dancing, Story Material, French Stewart, giant sleepover. The night felt very "20-something" to me.
Other Things I Did This Week:
I finally saw Shame, watched Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (AGAIN, yes it was that good), got my ass back into the gym, started working on my portfolio for Concordia, ate Almond Butter, found a new fitness philosophy (STOP THINKING OF WORKING OUT AS A PUNISHMENT) and I dunno. Things. I did things.
November 08, 2011
BAM!
Sooo this is my blog going on temporary hiatus/into NaNoWriMo mode. It could be so temporary I'll update tomorrow, or you might not hear from me until December!
(Unless it's short winded or novel related.)
I'll of course still be the twitter addict that I am, so you can keep your tabs on me there! (@wileyriles, for the unschooled.)
Cheers, kids!
(Unless it's short winded or novel related.)
I'll of course still be the twitter addict that I am, so you can keep your tabs on me there! (@wileyriles, for the unschooled.)
Cheers, kids!
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