Thursday, January 29, 2009
We arrived at Moxies and got sat, where her boyfriend told the waitress he didn't want a menu. Then he left the table for a few minutes. While he was gone we decided we wanted to get some appies so we ordered, thinking he didn't want anything since he rejected his menu. Well when he got back to the table he freaked out that we had ordered without him. We apologized and then the couple continued to fight.
It was not fun. I was sitting there awkwardly trying to make the peace but it didn't work. Her boyfriend walked out and left. She was obviously upset, so she had a few tequila shots and we decided to go to the bar to drink and dance our problems away.
The whole time we had been there a couple was in the booth across from us acting all lovey-dovey. Once my friend's boyfriend left the girl came to our table and asked if they could buy us a drink. Well of course we obliged! And had some shooters too! Then we all left and our new friends drove us to Sharks Club... Where they bought us even more drinks!
It was like being on vacation, how you make friends with random couples... but we were in good ol' Lang-town!
Once the night ended they even drove us home. It was great!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
1. "Life is nothing but the occasional burst of laughter rising above the interminable wail of grief."
2. "Life is nothing but the echo of joy disappearing into the great chasm of misery."
Couldn't have said it better myself angry writer guy!
And this is the other thing that I got thinking about. Grand Gestures. You know... there's a couple and then they fight and break up and then the guy has to do something really impressive to win the girl back in time for the closing credits. In the case of this movie it was the dude searching through an entire beach for a special rock to give the girl (hmm isn't that the same plot as one of those penguin movies?) Anyways he gave it to her before she married another guy and then they lived happily ever after. Grand Gestures always get the ladies.
I want a Grand Gesture. I want a guy to go out of his way to do something nice for me. I want a guy to fly across the continent to surprise me. I want a guy to track down something I really like for me. In high school a boyfriend at the time and I were driving through the Matsqui prarie to the movies when he made me pull over and slow dance with him. I will never forget that. At this point I'm impressed when a guy calls me to tell me that he's going to be late. If he remembers something important and calls to wish me good luck that's super bonus points. I know it's a lot to ask... but I'd like a guy to love me enough to do something crazy.
Disclaimer: I have to like the guy... otherwise doing these things would be creepy. I know... I don't make things easy for you fellas.
A few years ago as I was sitting in physics class (college, not high school... it wasn't THAT long ago) and obviously I was bored. It was physics. To entertain us one of the guys started to make all our names out of pretzels which for some reason fascinated me, so I kept mine and framed it.
Fast forward hmmm 5 years (ok maybe it WAS a long time ago) and my friend Cerina commented that she liked it. So it gave me an idea for Christmas. This is what I made her:
Then it got me thinking that I needed to make this for everyone, and really personalize it. For Cerina I would have ideally made it out of Twix, but I don't think that's really summer-friendly. Next came Teddy's. If he is known for anything it's being an asking-for-gum-whore. Take a look:
After Ted's I made Jaelene's. Jaelene LOVES Sephora. A Sephora store is like a mothership pulling in its baby Jae. So this is what I made her:
Lastly, I made Dawna-the-Starbucks-lover's. To make this one I had to face the rage of an angry Starbucks manager because their stir sticks are apparently not for "arts and crafts." Hmm I heard today that 'bucks is doing a huge downsizing. Good luck biotch! Anyhoo here's hers:
Next I'm thinking of making one for my girlfriend's birthday. I don't think I can stop 'til everyone has one, I just love 'em!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Plus there's the paying like 50 bucks to get into a club that usually costs $10 or I don't ususally pay to get into anyways. Then there's the incessant waiting for a cab and running around downtown Vancouver freezing my ass off in a lil dress, waving my arms and screaming "Over here!"
I usually hit up a pub for New Years... I like the free champagne at midnight and the noisemakers and the stupid, sparky hats. This year I went to a fancy party at a hotel, barely heard the countdown cus the DJ didn't even bother announcing it, and you needed a drink ticket to get a measly ounce of champagne. There were also way too many old people there (well by old I mean like 35 but it's a party!) The old people would have been acceptable had they not been making out on the stairs, in line, at the coatcheck and everywhere else I turned.
Next year I need to go to a house party. Maybe I'll have one if I can drag my friends' asses out to Langley. What do you guys think? We can raid my parent's liquor cabinet, just like the old days!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
"I had a dream last night that you got pregnant by some guy with a wife and you wanted him to leave her and I was crying at work."
Wow... must have been a realistic dream... 'cause I'm getting SO much these days! Especially from other people's husbands :P
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I did kinda clean up for presents though, so that was a plus. I got a fuzzy blanket and some CDs and books, and an awesome spa certificate for a massage, facial, mani and pedi. My parents also paid for me to take my certification board exam since I'm such a broke ass.
We had Christmas dinner at my aunts. Well let me tell you, pushing the car through the snowy slush was worth the dinner. She had turkey and ham, as well as 2 kinds of stuffing, brussels with bernaise, mashed potatoes, yams and green beans. Probably the best Christmas dinner I had ever eaten.
Staying true to form my grandma got me something really ugly: fleece pants with a white and purple harlequin-type diamond print. Damn it if they aren't comfy though!
I didn't smoke a doobie though this Christmas, which had sort of become a tradition.
I had been talking to this guy around November/December and we were supposed to go out one night for dinner. He was from Burnaby and said that he didn't mind coming out to Langley and for me to pick a spot. I told him to meet me at 7 at the Milestones on Highway 10 and 200th street. I figured that was easy to find and he didn't want directions.
I get there at about 7:05 and give him a call to see where he was. Well he was up near Colossus Theatre driving around looking for Milestones. I was like "Ummm you're like 10-15 mins away... Did you look it up on the internet?" and he says he did. Well apparently map reading is a skill he doesn't yet possess.
So I give him directions from there. I tell him to take a left at Willowbrook Drive which is after 64th and that there's a McDonalds on the corner. Pretty easy.
He calls me again 10 mins later and asks "If I hit the train tracks did I go too far?" Hell yeah you did buddy! So then he turned around and on the way back had to wait for the fricking train! I told him that he's super close and he will see the HSBC on the corner and it's in that parking lot.
As I'm waiting I'm getting really annoyed. He didn't want my help in the first place, and then when I give him simple directions he can't even follow them? Come on! I was thinking about just leaving when he called back: "So... It's by the HSBC?" YEP... that's what I told you 60 seconds earlier is it not?
So after showing up like 25 minutes late he apologizes and tells me that since he was later dinner's on him. I wanted to say "It was on you anyways" since HE did ask ME to dinner... but I kept it in.
Part of dinner was ok. I had a coupon for a free appy and we had cajun popcorn shrimp which were amazing and then I had seafood pasta which was also good. Unfortunately the conversation didn't fulfill me as much as the eats. He kept asking me questions I'd answered before and when a guy doesn't listen to me it's one of my pet peeves.
We ended the date with him wanting to hang out and me saying I had to go. He called me a few days later. Needless to say I didn't return the call.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Cute and smart med student
Likes to read
Laughs when I beak him off
Bachelor #2 - Saturday
Cute and knows a lot of the same people I do
A lot of fun
I met up with buddy at the Joey's downtown and it was super busy so we headed to Earl's instead, sat at the bar and had a few appies and drinks. I love Earl's martinis... Wild Orchid=Yum. We had so much fun. I just felt like it was one of those days I was totally "on" and just being SO funny. I spent like the whole time making fun of him. We talked about everything: books, our families, school. He would let little inuendos slip, which is usually a good sign. He was pretty cute too except he was wearing this horrid necklace. I told myself that if he wears it on our next date I'll be like "So did someone make that for you?" and hear the story and if it seems to mean something to him forget it, and if he just got it at a flea market to say "That is the ugliest thing I've ever seen, I forbid you to wear it again." At one point I left to go to the bathroom and when I came back he was like "Ok I'll walk you to your car now." I was like "Uh-oh what did I say?" but I'm pretty sure I said nothing wrong so maybe he's just a bit of a social retard. He walked me to my car and told me he really wants to hang out again, but that he has finals coming up (as did I) and it would be a few weeks, but that he'd be in touch. We FB messaged back and forth for a bit, but then it fizzled. I guess 3 weeks apart when you barely know each other is not exactly a good relationship builder. As they say: Absence makes the heart grow absent.
Buddy numero deux picked me up at my house where we headed to Brown's Social House. I hadn't had dinner, and he had, so we ordered some chili chicken to share and had a few drinks. He then decided we needed some shots. Well, it's a date, not a night at the bar, but I figured why not. After a few more drinks we decided we needed something to do, so I suggested we hit up my house for a little Wii and Guitar Hero action. He agreed, but not without first asking me if we had booze there. We got home and played some bowling and I mixed up some cocktails. About 10 minutes later he needed a refill. At this point I'm pretty drunk due to like 4 drinks and a shooter on lack of dinner, so I refrained. We then headed downstairs to play some tunes. For some reason I could NOT get my Playstation to work which was pissing me off (I later discovered that the little FOB thing wasn't attached grr). So... we headed back upstairs. His friends had been calling him over the course of the night to tell him that they first were at T-Bars (to which he told me I knew I wanted to go) and then they headed to Shark Club. He wanted us to go meet up with them. I wasn't really in the mood to hang out with like 6 guys so I declined and told him to go if he wanted to, 'cause I was tired anyways. I suggested we could just chill and watch a movie. Well, he went. He then proceeded to call me at like 2:30 in the morning and wake me up to ask if he should come over. I was like "I'm sleeping!!" and hung up. You left me... you get no booty call! Here's a hint for next time buddy: pay a little more attention to the girl, and a little less attention to your need to get drunk.
Out of 2 dates in 2 days nothing really worked out. The moral of the story: I'm definitely not cut out to be a P.I.M.P.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
your name does repel
sadness that does dwell
in the pit of our stomachs
like a bottomless well
your thought may quell
our fears and dispel
any uncertainties from our minds
like a tight prison cell
What do you think? Not too shabby!
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.
You begin to accept your defeats but with your head held high and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads today...because tomorrow’s too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much... So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, that you really do have worth, and that you really learn and learn...with every goodbye...learn.