You PMS like a bitch, I would know.


Highly successful Eaton Centre trip this morning. No ridiculous line in Sephora. Amazingly got through Aritzia without being attacked by a salesperson or having to lock up my shit. Got a winter jacket and boots without pulling my hair out, it was absolutely amazing. I highly suggest going to B2, I’m in love with one of their sales associates. She has this amazing unplaceable accent and looked at me and went “look at you in your tights and your hot shorts! I used to dress like you in 1989!” and later “You’ve got the skinny legs for big boots. I love skinny legs with big boots because they just make you look skinnier and taller. When I see a big person in big boots, I want to tell them get skinnier boots! Make yourself look skinnier! OK seriously go there she made my day.

This playlist is rocking my world:

AC/DC – Thunderstruck
Katy Perry – Hot ‘N Cold
Lady GaGa – Beautiful Dirty Rich
Bon Jovi – Living on a Prayer
The Tragically Hip – New Orleans is Sinking
Miley Cyrus – 7 Things
Katy Perry – I Kissed a Girl
The Tragically Hip – Bobcaygeon

Seriously, they work. I had to jump on the Katy Perry bandwagon. I’m so ashamed, but giving in feels so good. I heard Dawn playing Hot ‘N Cold last night and was like, goddamnit this is good. Of course, I Kissed a Girl was soon to follow. Whoever is writing the lyrics to these songs really needs to take a good look at themselves though. I would be ashamed. Its so brutally awful. Beautiful Dirty Rich is pretty fucking horrid. I’m still playing Just Dance with an insane frequency, but its no Just Dance. I only listen to the first 20 seconds because I like the part that goes “I’m so sorry Daddy, I’m so-so-sorry yeah. We just like to party like to p-p-party yeah.” New Orleans is Sinking always makes me want to swagger around. I LOVE the line in Bobcaygeon that goes “that night in Toronto, with its checkerboard floors, riding on horseback and keeping order restored.” And really, Thunderstruck and Living on a Prayer are always good. I’m just in one of those moods. I want to put on a shirt with the sleeves cut off and shotgun a beer. And simultaneously go clubbing wearing some lame leggings, and possibly hump an inflatable whale in a children’s pool.

Digital Rebel? More like Digital Poser HAR HAR HAR.

I just saw this add on TV two minutes ago

Guess the whole making money off of music thing wasn’t working out for her.

Ironic because I really doubt that Avril can operate an SLR.

Maybe Dr. Luke takes pictures for her then she watermarks them with a big anarchy symbol or whatever.

You eat apples, right? I produce Entourage.

I meant to post this like two weeks ago. It’s ironic that Mark Wahlberg’s response to this video only made me realize just how good Andy Samberg’s impression of him was. “You have a beard. I had a beard like that in A Perfect Storm did you see that movie?”

I have so much work to do but refreshing my Flickr photostream just keeps climbing to the top of my list of important things to do. It’s not a very elite list unfortunately.

Wednesday was pretty sweet, I had left my contact lens case at home and was not too happy about the prospect of having another thing I was forced to spend money on, but when I went to Shoppers I found a package of two contact cases for $1.99 and they are vastly superior to my previous contact lens case. They are clear and green and have hearts printed on one cap. They make having poor vision exciting.

Also I don’t understand exchange rates (and by don’t understand I mean never think about) so when I exchanged $480 American for $542 Canadian I was quite pleased. It’s the bank so I’m sure they still ripped me off, but in my mind $480 American was like $486 Canadian so it was quite an exciting afternoon.

These are the highlights of my life right now.

“Alright, we’re done here.”

In keeping with last year, I managed to walk around for five hours on Nuit Blanche and see nothing. In 2009 I need to utilize the TTC. I know everyone mocks it, but I actually enjoyed the installations around Hart House this year. I liked the one investigating dreams, with the helicopter flying over the bed. It was sick. I also liked the very rustic looking bar they set up in Hart House quad and that they were showing V for Vendetta on the side of the UTSU building complete with popcorn and cotton candy. Actually the best sights of the night had absolutely nothing to do with Nuit Blanche. I liked the frat boy who made his own contemporary art exhibit by putting on a suit and dragging a desk and reading lamp out onto the lawn of the frat house. I liked the red sheets of paper I found on the ground that said “ART.” I liked this guy I saw on a longboard holding an ice cream cone that accidentally dropped it on the ground after he was honked at and got his longboard caught under the tire of the car but just kept walking along like nothing had happened.

Because Nuit Blanche is sick but it’s also kind of a joke sometimes.

Like the Eaton Centre “orb.” Fuck, it was a giant pool toy with a spotlight on it. I heard later that Matt had to stop looking at it because he felt like he was going “into the abyss” but I just thought it was lame. Peter said it looked like birth. I saw a neon colon. Or gay.

The game of Pacman on City Hall was undeniably epic though.

I can’t complain, who doesn’t like wandering around downtown Toronto at night with their friends and a shitload of other (high) people. Also my photos came out better than I could have imagined given my lack of tripod and ability.