I feel like so much has happened this summer, yet I have nothing to write about. It makes me sad that it's almost over, and it makes me even more sad that I feel like I was relatively unproductive. So, I made a playlist to make me feel better and I'm going to share it with you. I name all of my playlists after my favourite foods, so, here is TACOS just for you. Press play and then cruise through the blog and your other main sites, and maybe eat some tacos.Read More
Adult acne is one of those things that makes you think about how being an adult doesn't actually make things 'better', how when you were 14 and yearned to be 25 you didn't realize you would still have acne but on a grander scale and also be paying taxes. I had moderate acne throughout high school. I remember taking trips to the local drugstore with my friends to try new products that would work for us. In grade 9 we went on a voyageur canoe trip. I packed everything I thought necessary...M&M trail mix, a change of clothes, a water bottle, and my 'Oxy Acne Pads'. The first night we set up camp a couple girls and I were going to freshen up before bed. I exclaimed to my friend that we didn't need water because I brought my new acne pads that we just wipe our face with. I handed one to her and the next thing I knew she was screamingRead More
8 hours alone, two dead gophers and one speeding ticket later, I made it to Canmore. One of my best friends moved to Canmore 3 months ago, and living in the small city that I do just hasn't been the same. It was the longest I've eve driven alone. I got through 7 and 1/2 "This American Life" podcasts while panicking as I watched my gas go down to the last three ticks while there were no apparent gas stations approaching. I finally saw the foggy peaks of the mountains while listening to "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" -- the perfect mountain driving music. On my first day we decided to climb the mountain Ha Ling;Read More
Friend: "He just said 'K.' K! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"
Me: "I don't know! And there was a period?"
F: "There was a period!"
M: "That seems so intense. That changes everything."
F: "What do you mean it changes everything?"
M: "Well without the period it's a quick, easy syllable."
F: "Ok, quick and easy..."
M: "But with a period, that insinuates animosity."
F: "Oh god, animosity."
M: "What was the context of the conversation before the 'K.' ?!"
F: "I said
Me: "Have you noticed that you never get the courtesy wave anymore? Whenever I drive down these streets, nothing. I'm constantly pulling aside and NOTHING!"
Friend: "I know! The only time I maybe get a wave is from a little old lady."
M: "I'm tired of being courteous! Tired of it! Having manners is just no longer apart of this generation!"
F: "Those antiquated notions are no longer!"
M: "They might as well be flipping me off if they don't wave."
F: "Narcissistic pricks."
M: "We're an endangered species I tell ya! Yes we may
As granny continued to sell her cute pieces of jewelry and random knick knacks for 25 cents I sat silently in the corner holding down the fort, trying to keep my cool when wasps flew by. Our next garage-saler arrived. Looking through my uncles antiques, he didn't find anything that peaked his interest. He approached my bin of CD's listed as 'FREE' and rummaged through them, finding a few keepers (ACDC & Billy Idol). He insisted he give me $2. I refused and he left it on the table. I made my first sale (?).
After that, we had little to no traffic for an hour or so. She talked to me about how she had been living in the house since '59 and it was all wheat fields before the neighbourhood was developed:
Want me to design your space? My favorite past-time is scouring Kijiji for the coolest vintage items. . .which I end up buying with no space to put them. Using Photoshop and Sketchup to pieces together mock-ups of a space is my forte. Of course, you can opt out of having Playboys in your corner and maybe showcase vintage Vogue or Vanity Fair. Leafy greens are a must and an old style bar cart paired with the biggest collection of retro glassware you will come across is peachy. However, this is my style. I want to take what I like and bring those undertones into other peoples homes or rooms. You're looking for a long term relationship with your space, not a one night stand.Read More
There were three large sized tubs; one extremely hot, one hot, and one cold. There were also two steam rooms; one wet, and one dry. As I walked in, I once again received many glances. I was still wearing my robe, but I saw almost every body type you could imagine. It was great. And, every single woman had a bush. I didn't see one kitten wax in the entire spa, so, I fit in. I walked over to the showering area, as you were told to rinse off before entering the tubs or saunas. I finally took off my robe and had a shower. I walked over to the tub area robe-less and opted for the extremely hot tub as the hot tub was fairly full. I realized why 4 minutes into relaxing, it was HOT. I sat on the edge with my feet submerged in water as there were three other ladies in the tub as well. In the hot tub next to ours two girlfriends were chatting loudly about how "he's so hard to be in a relationship with, like what does he expect?" I continued to sweat in hot tub #1 while over hearing their conversation and watching as women walked by, trying not to stare. I was just fascinated by the comfort level of everyone. How every person could be so different, yet clearly not care what the others thought. I loved it. Finally, 8 minutes in, I was dying of heat exhaustion in hot tub #1. I took refuge in the cold tub, where there was no one. I plunked into the tub and suddenly realized it was VERY cold. Again, I sat on the edge for awhile until my toes turned neon.
I put my now soggy slippers back onRead More
As I continue following the girl out of the alcove of spa-wear, there is an area of memory foam mattress' and massage chairs in front of one large T.V. I poke my curious head in and I get many glances back, as though I was interrupting the Korean version of Days of Our Lives. I kept walking and there were many women with their white robes hanging fully open, nothing underneath, and completely nude women walking past me. I didn't care. They didn't care. It was like being in a locker room; it was mandatory to go into the ladies spa area nude. I found my locker within the ten double sided rows and began placing my things inside. One locker over from mine, there were two ladies yelling at each other in Spanish as they undressed, I wish I had known what they were saying. I began to take off my clothes, still unsure of where to go next. Finally, I just had my robe and my slippers on. I walked around toRead More
I arrived at the airport a day early. Something only I would do. Apparently my flight leaves at 9am on Tuesday, not Monday. I'm on my way to visit my boyfriend and he had made resevations at a restaurant for Monday evening thinking that I would be there. He rescheduled it for Tuesday, rolling his eyes I can only assume. I show up the next morning to try it again. When I go to check in I'm told that they oversold the seats for my flight and 13 passengers do not have a seat--I am one of those 13. The next flight leaves 10 hours later from my connection. I have my period so my emotions were amplified to say the least. I hold them back as I usually do in life. Now, here I am. Stuck in the Calgary airport for the next 9 hours. Flying gives me anxiety, airports in general tend not to sit well with me. Therefore I refuse to leave the airport, not that there's anywhere I'd like to see in Calgary, and sit at my gate on my laptop trying to be productive. I worry about successfully navigating the airport, missing my flight, or not knowing where to recheck my bag. As funny as that sounds, I actually love travelling. Just not the act of getting from place to place via the anxiety ridden middle man that is flying.
I haven't seen him in one month, which is actually the shortest time in awhile. Before that one week a month ago it was six months. He moved to L.A. around a year and a half ago. We had been dating forRead More