You know how sometimes people try to act snobby like they are too important or have other cooler things to do than watch TV? I hate that. I could do things too, but I know they won't be as cheap or as interesting as watching TV. In fact, one of my favourite things to do these days is create watching TV drinking games.
Below are some current faves:
Drink everytime you see a commercial for MTV or MuchMusic on a different TV station.
Drink everytime Chad Michael Murray looks sad on the inside on One Tree Hill
Drink everytime any Ben Mulroney or Billy Bus or Ryan Seacrest -type pops up on the screen.
Drink everytime Lauren starts whining on The Hills.
Drink everytime someone cries on the Real World LoS Vegas Reunited
Drink Everytime I forget what's happening when we're watching some complicated CSI or Law & Order -type show.
Drink everytime we flip to MuchMusic and there isn't a music video playing.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Posh Spice rulz
So I've always had a passing curiousity with the Beckhams. They sure sound interesting what with their hired present-openeer at Christmas-time and their $1 million birthday party for Brooklyn's first birthday and the sanskirt tattoo that was supposed to be devotion and love but means like Menu Number 6 for Korean Take-out or something.
They sure seem to do some interesting stuff. But now that they've moved to La-La Land, it's on.
They are so hot and so fab and so funny all rolled into one. You know when someone is so everything that is over-hyped and exaggerated about the world but they embrace is so fully and so unabashedly that you somehow end up secretly worshipping them?
That's the Beckhams.
You'll never see Posh complaining about a lack of privacy ( excpet when the flashbulbs give her son Romeo seizures, which is a whole other tragedy, we need to discuss at a later date). You'll rarely see her smile or eat. And she knows it. She goes for it. And she's secretly laughing right along with us.
Plus she gets to sleep with the hotest guy on the planet. I don't care if his voice sounds like he has been inhaling helium since childhood. He is so pretty.
So bring on Beckham-mania. We're ready for it.
If you missed Posh Spice Coming to America on NBC, you are sadly out of luck. Pure Genius! Here's a clip from Youtube:
They sure seem to do some interesting stuff. But now that they've moved to La-La Land, it's on.
They are so hot and so fab and so funny all rolled into one. You know when someone is so everything that is over-hyped and exaggerated about the world but they embrace is so fully and so unabashedly that you somehow end up secretly worshipping them?
That's the Beckhams.
You'll never see Posh complaining about a lack of privacy ( excpet when the flashbulbs give her son Romeo seizures, which is a whole other tragedy, we need to discuss at a later date). You'll rarely see her smile or eat. And she knows it. She goes for it. And she's secretly laughing right along with us.
Plus she gets to sleep with the hotest guy on the planet. I don't care if his voice sounds like he has been inhaling helium since childhood. He is so pretty.
So bring on Beckham-mania. We're ready for it.
If you missed Posh Spice Coming to America on NBC, you are sadly out of luck. Pure Genius! Here's a clip from Youtube:
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
To Write is to Live.....
In ninth grade creative writing class, I developed a somewhat unhealthy obsession with melo-drama that I never really got over. I think the instigator might have been the summer of the soaps when I seriously watched All My Children, One Life to Live and General Hospital everyday for two months straight. I was convinced that something life-shattering was going to happen to me just like when Karen Wexler became addicted to pills and a stripper at Sonny's club; or when Marty was gang-banged by a group of drunken frat boys (except Kevin, who felt bad about it and I think later, ended up dating Marty for a while). And instead of being afraid or even worried about what impending travails were ahead of me. I daydreamed about it. I wrote long-winded over-wrought short stories about it.
Everyone has their share of bad teenage angst poetry but how many of us can lay claim to melo-dramatic 'Fear Street' rip-off short stories always staring themselves as the victim/protagonist who repeatedly dies at the end of the 500-word soapy narrative?
My writing teacher started to get a bit concerned. He was also the school guidance counsellor. So he asked me about them and with a little prodding I conceded that my hum-drum life was far too basic and pedestrian for anyone to take interest in. That's when the hippie teacher dropped some of his hard-earned knowledge.
"To write is to live," he said. "And when you have a writer's soul, and believe me, you do, you won't have to sit down and write, one day it will all come out of you uncontrollably."
That has stuck with me longer than anything else I have ever learned. Now I think my naive writing teacher might have underestimated my powers of procrastination and the depths of apathy that lie beneath my cheery exterior, but his message remains the mantra that i whisper to myself when I feel down about my lack of productivity. Through the clouds and beneath the muddy confines of my befuddled mind, there is a Governor General's award waiting to happen. I just have to look for it.... tomorrow.
Everyone has their share of bad teenage angst poetry but how many of us can lay claim to melo-dramatic 'Fear Street' rip-off short stories always staring themselves as the victim/protagonist who repeatedly dies at the end of the 500-word soapy narrative?
My writing teacher started to get a bit concerned. He was also the school guidance counsellor. So he asked me about them and with a little prodding I conceded that my hum-drum life was far too basic and pedestrian for anyone to take interest in. That's when the hippie teacher dropped some of his hard-earned knowledge.
"To write is to live," he said. "And when you have a writer's soul, and believe me, you do, you won't have to sit down and write, one day it will all come out of you uncontrollably."
That has stuck with me longer than anything else I have ever learned. Now I think my naive writing teacher might have underestimated my powers of procrastination and the depths of apathy that lie beneath my cheery exterior, but his message remains the mantra that i whisper to myself when I feel down about my lack of productivity. Through the clouds and beneath the muddy confines of my befuddled mind, there is a Governor General's award waiting to happen. I just have to look for it.... tomorrow.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Shopaholic-ism
Okay, so I have a little problem, with restraint. I don't have it. Patience? Not much! I can't even walk through a lame decrepit mall without succumbing to whimsy and shelling out a couple Ben Franklins ( well, not ben franklins, obviously, but I can't think of who is on the $20 bill? Is it the Queen? Shelling out a couple Queen Elizabeths doesn't really roll off the tongue... But who's that guy on the $5 bill? Alfred Laurier? Shelling out a couple Lauriers could work. I'll work on it)
Anyways, back to my problem. So I had this $60 gift certificate for Sears. ( actually it was my dad's from his retirement party but my mom gave it to me). I thought perfect. I can satisfy my craving and not anilate my pocketbook. I mean it's Sear's, not like I'm going to find much I want from there, right? But of course, it happens to be sidewalk sale time at Sear's and I end up spending like $80 on bras and underwear ( which I really needed, anyways) when I wanted to spend like $30 and spend $30 on actually buying my dad something with his own gift certificate.
Then I went to this random bedding store and spent like another $30 on a crocheted blanket and a silk duvet cover. Then I went to the Body Shop and they had all these essential oils priced all funny where I only really wanted one but I had to buy 3 to get a deal. So I did. Then I wanted some mositurizer and you had to buy two to get a deal. So I did. Then I went to Zellers and bought a shelf. And a chocolate bar because I felt depressed because I had spent so much money.
Plus now I can't stop thinking about these cute brown and pink shell-toed Adidas sneaks I saw at Champs. And these edgy boots and pink peep toe kitten heels at Payless.
This disease will be the end of me!
Anyways, back to my problem. So I had this $60 gift certificate for Sears. ( actually it was my dad's from his retirement party but my mom gave it to me). I thought perfect. I can satisfy my craving and not anilate my pocketbook. I mean it's Sear's, not like I'm going to find much I want from there, right? But of course, it happens to be sidewalk sale time at Sear's and I end up spending like $80 on bras and underwear ( which I really needed, anyways) when I wanted to spend like $30 and spend $30 on actually buying my dad something with his own gift certificate.
Then I went to this random bedding store and spent like another $30 on a crocheted blanket and a silk duvet cover. Then I went to the Body Shop and they had all these essential oils priced all funny where I only really wanted one but I had to buy 3 to get a deal. So I did. Then I wanted some mositurizer and you had to buy two to get a deal. So I did. Then I went to Zellers and bought a shelf. And a chocolate bar because I felt depressed because I had spent so much money.
Plus now I can't stop thinking about these cute brown and pink shell-toed Adidas sneaks I saw at Champs. And these edgy boots and pink peep toe kitten heels at Payless.
This disease will be the end of me!
Friday, July 13, 2007
Music makes the people come together!!
Yesterday I bought four CDs!! I haven't done that in so long! I am glad I can download music but there is nothinglike buying a dope CD, and ripping it open and reading the little booklet and listening to the whole thing and learning the names of the songs you love.
The Beastie Boys: The Mix-up
I will buy Beastie Boys Cds until the day I die. Now maybe that makes me seem like a dude or like I am sort of pedophile trying to pick up 10-year old skateboarders in Esquimalt, but whatevs. I love the Beasties and they seem to get no love these days. This is an instrumental CD and I have never bought an instrumental CD before. But it is not mellow or Yanni-ish or anything. It is crazy and fast and fun. In fact, it makes me want to kick a few freestyles myself, grade 10 style coming at'cha. Look out for it, yo!
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Interpol- Our Love to Admire
The Beastie Boys: The Mix-up
I will buy Beastie Boys Cds until the day I die. Now maybe that makes me seem like a dude or like I am sort of pedophile trying to pick up 10-year old skateboarders in Esquimalt, but whatevs. I love the Beasties and they seem to get no love these days. This is an instrumental CD and I have never bought an instrumental CD before. But it is not mellow or Yanni-ish or anything. It is crazy and fast and fun. In fact, it makes me want to kick a few freestyles myself, grade 10 style coming at'cha. Look out for it, yo!
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Interpol- Our Love to AdmireOkay, so I may be a little late on the Interpol love-train. But whatevs. My defense is two-fold: I barely started downloading music like just a couple years ago; and I am easily distracted by flashy teenager singers (Damn you Jesse McCartney and Hilary Duff!) But I'm fully abroad now and I think this is the perfect time. This CD is moody and mad and sad and heavy and keyboard-tastic ( is that complete sacriledge to say heavy and keyboard-tastic in the same sentence?) Whatevs. I love this CD and am excited to see them live asap! Paul Banks is a GOD!
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Classified - Hitch Hiking Music
What! Classified is my favourite Canadian rapper. In fact, he is battling for top 3 living rappers in my book ( with Jay-Z and Eminem, fyi). He is like the Jack Johnson of hip hop. Laid back and sweet, but he's a a lot less sleep-inducing than your boyfriend Jack Johnson(sorry). His beats are as good as anything out of NYC and while he does have a tendency to rap about how broke he is as opposedto how he'll beat you at dungeons and dragons (move on swollen members, it's not ironic anymore!); he does it without sounding pissed at the world like most backpack rappers. His songs are so club-worthy, it's ridiculous, but he gets no love in the clubs out here. No Fair. Classified is wicked and I bet you he will blow up.... soon!
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You Say Party! We Say Die! -Lose All Time
Shout out ABBOTSFORD! YSP!WSD! are fun and danceable and moody and edgy all at the same time. They bring it all with electro-pop goodness and moody lyrics. You know those parties where you start out looking so hot and then everything turns out messy and you like lose a shoe and rip you nylons and your hair gets all frizzy but then when you see the photos, you realize that it looks super hot and edgy like smeared red lipstick and smudged mascara? That's the appeal of YSP!WSD!
Class dismissed:)
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