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"Hi, my name is Leah and I'm..." I came across this site a little while back. (Alright, I admit the fact that it had those 3 magical letters -- nyc -- piqued my interest.) At first I thought it was overindulgent feminist stuff...complaining about piggish men everywhere. But the more I read it I ended up finding some entertaining stories. Not only that, but I could relate. My encounter with Mr. Iraqi would definitely fit in with that blog. To this day Daisy still asks me to re-count his "exact" words to me. Even if I could forget them she has me repeat them so often it would never escape my mind. Ah well, always good for a laugh. :) The guy who hit on me during my days as the "Beanie Baby girl." He'd definitely rank with the guys on that site. So many ridiculous stories. So many ridiculous guys. And a couple of days this week there has been this guy at the base of the staircase outside the station where I jump off for work. He didn't ...
Holiday hoopla I'm proud to say I did not exploit the mall's insanely late Friday night shopping hours. I was in and out of there by 9:15, only 15 minutes past their normal closing time. However, that also means that I did not finish my shopping. The big problem with shopping in a very popular mall is that the things you want are all sold out or selection is severely lacking. So tomorrow (I swear that's it, it's tomorrow or never) I'm headed to one of the city's less busy malls to finish up my shopping. It's what I should have done right from the beginning...except that it is completely out of my way. Saturday was my company Christmas party. As irony would have it my Christmas present was a 50 dollar gift card to my previous employer. Yeesh. But hey, 50 dollars is something. Me and my colleagues never bothered going to our Christmas party with the old company and there you were lucky if your name was drawn for a 10 dollar scarf. I found out my cow...
Slowly but surely... ...the Christmas shopping is getting done. My hours at work don't make it very easy for me. I stopped by downtown Wednesday night since they were on the way and holiday hours are until 9. Did a little more online. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get most of it done after work since the malls are open till 11. As much as I love shopping, I can't believe how the shops close later and later each year around this time. I'll bet there'll be 24-hour mall holiday hours before I die. It's already disgusting that they'll be open till 11 on a Sunday . Not even just from a religious standpoint, just that people need a break. Come on, now. But on the flipside I shouldn't complain either since these late hours are working to my benefit. How disgusting is that? It's people like me that help the malls justify keeping open so late. I found a satin bustier, pink, during my shopping on Wednesday. It thrills me to no end since it's part of ...
Just give me 15 minutes One night the other week my parents decided to finally get everyone organized for photos to send out with our Christmas cards. I whipped downstairs and did my makeup and had started to do my hair when they called me back upstairs (we're pretty low maintenance, it doesn't take us long to get ready). Shoot! Only one side of my hair was done! So in all the pictures I'm angled to one side. Haha. At least it's my good side. This started the typical pleading from my mom. "Why can't you fix your hair more often? At least put powder everyday before work...you look pretty that way." I'm not going to argue with her. I do feel a lot snazzier when I bother to deal with my hair and makeup. I just can't push myself to spend those extra waking minutes dolling myself up. But maybe if I did I'd entice more interesting guys than mg2.0. Haha. So for everyone else who has a lot of photo sessions to do this holiday season, a few ti...
Be a sport Great weekend! Two wonderful games in a row. First my darling Flames beat Ottawa and then today Weird Kid and the Phenoms beat out Sovereign. Also last night the Usual Suspects got together for our gift exchange. Civic was MIA since we weren't heading out till late (Latina and her hubby were watching the hockey game at her parents' house...meaning we wouldn't leave our respective houses until 10:30 or so). They gave Daisy and I gorgeous collage frames of each of us at their wedding. What a thoughtful present! Since our northern colleague wasn't meeting up with us we decided to stay south and ended up at the Bull and Finch. Picture me with my Chambord Royale martini and a plate of poutine. It just cries out "class," no? :) Everytime I figure mg2.0 has gotten the hint he comes right back. He called me at work again this past Friday asking if I had time to spend with him this weekend. Honestly! I wasn't at my friendliest when he called;...
Try hard It's Thursday which means FFWD Weekly comes out in the city. It's a free paper that comes out in the city talking about what's going on around here. Movie listings, restaurant reviews, concert listings, it's all there. There's one particular section in their classifieds that I love called "I Saw You." Much like the TLFs (Three Lines Free) they publish in the U of C Gauntlet (another weekly publication) they're for people just wanting to rant a bit for free. I always imagine that someday I'll see one printed up about me (vain, I know, haha) just like how my friends gave me a birthday TLF way back in the day. Anyway, a couple of months ago I was on the train reading FFWD when I noticed this cutie looking me down and smiling. I wasn't sure what his deal was, but I was flattered and I looked up once in a while and kept catching his eye. Yay me! Haha. Anyway, I didn't do anything about it and neither did he but I figured it wo...
Aaaaand breathe It's allllll good. He messed up when he did my test so no results could be found conclusive. Thank. God. I'm on Alesse, haha. Or at least I will be by month's end. Not thinking, I had assumed he'd just write me up a prescription and then I could just get it filled whenever things "pick up." But it makes sense that I have to try it out before he writes me up a script, to see how my body takes to it and such. It feels kind of dumb taking it with no real motivation for using it. Oh well. Finally had my piercing looked over. As I figured, everything's alright. Did some more Christmas shopping. Slowly, but surely, everything's getting done. Today didn't feel so hectic, shopper-wise. Wal-Mart had no lineups at their tills! Dare I say it...shopping is starting to feel good again. A part of the season that I'm missing: Merry Mandarin. When Civic and I were wandering around downtown Friday night I picked one up at the Jug...
Day off Tomorrow's my day off, but everyone knows that days off don't really exist. It's the only time when I can catch up on the rest of my affairs. Ridiculous. Part of my to-do list is my "conversation" with my doctor tomorrow regarding which "pill" or other form I should take. I thought it'd be fairly straightforward, but his receptionist called me this morning regarding one of my tests from my physical last week. Apparently the results came back from the lab saying I should take the test again in 3 months. I asked the receptionist if there was something wrong with my results but all she said was that it was the note attached to my results. So my imagination ran wild again. How ironic that I'm looking into methods to keep me from getting pregnant and (worst comes to worst) it turns out I will never conceive my own child, anyway. Must think positive. I'm sure if it was really bad my doctor would have called me in. And besides, I c...
The return of mg2.0? I guess I had spoken too soon about mg2.0 giving up on me. Or maybe he's given up on me now , I can't really tell. He tried calling me on Tuesday but I was headed into a tunnel so I didn't even try picking it up. He called again the next morning and left a voicemail asking me to give him a call. AND THEN he even called me at work (I really don't like that.) and left a voicemail there. It's simple enough to find my number at work, you don't have to be really clever. I understand that. But just because it's public knowledge doesn't mean you should use it, you know? Anyway, so I returned his call, kept it short and sweet, and that's all I've got for you for now. Who knows what he was expecting but I'm really not in the mood for humoring a new date at this point. Unless he comes through with a hockey game. :)
Are you ready? Sounds like Ang has already been knocked down this season. I have not gotten a flu shot, but I've never bothered with a flu shot before. They say this year's going to be a toughie, but don't they always say that? I think I'll take my chances, I rarely get sick. *knock on wood* What about the cold? I took my down puffy jacket out of the closet on Monday and I don't regret it. I thought I would look like a rookie Calgarian dressing so warmly so soon, but with the windchill factor out there I'm glad I've got my cuddly snuggly jacket. I don't care if it makes me look massive. I'm warm. How about Christmas shopping? I did a bit on Monday...wandered around Uptown. There had been a shirt Civic and I came across at Purr that I thought my brother would adore, but of course all the stores are closed by the time we hit Uptown Friday nights. I contemplated grabbing a hot chocolate at Caffe Beano but we had just had our fix on the Frid...
*sigh* Enough time has passed that I think I can mention this without getting all melodramatic. I acted on the dream I had - for once, put myself on the line (which was new and refreshing, but still) -- and got hurt. I am hurt. It's going to suck for a while, I'm sure, but I don't regret making myself vulnerable like that. I think I've masked myself for too long now. And, twisted as it may seem, it's nice to know that I can be sad. Plus, it wasn't just the one incident because getting hurt has moved me to reach out to my friends. I'm sharing my feelings. Whodathunkit? Maybe the "aloof, unavailable ice queen" is thawing out. :) So long as I don't turn into a chronic sob-story, that's all I'm asking.
Ordinary People It's been a while since I've posted lyrics in here. Now there's two in a row. Being a piano student for so long, I still appreciate those who create lovely music with just a keyboard (but as always I'm biased...more Alicia Keys, Stevie Wonder, NO Diana Krall) That being said, I love this song. It's in my personal life soundtrack and will always bring back memories. Ordinary People by John Legend from Get Lifted (2004) Girl, I'm in love with you But this ain't the honeymoon We've passed the infatuation phase We're right in the thick of love At times we get sick of love It seems like we argue every day I know I misbehaved And you made your mistakes And we've both still got room left to grow And though love sometimes hurts I still put you first And we'll make this thing work But I think we should take it slow We're just ordinary people We don't know which way to go Cause we're ordinary people Maybe we should take...
Think Twice... Alright, if you've known me for quite a while now you ought to know that I love Groove Armada. Aural sex. Right. A lot of their songs sound like great "sexy" songs...a different position maybe, more passionate one song, maybe more savoring/exploring in another. Anyway... Think Twice... popped up on my iPod on the way home today. I'm ashamed to admit I forgot about this song for a while. It was one of my favorites for the longest time. Initially, I thought I would want this song played at my funeral, as morbid as that sounds. Except that the lyrics get pretty cheesy and weak near the end. Plus, if people stopped to listen to the lyrics they might think I died bitter, which I am avoiding at all costs. Despite the lyrics ruining it in the end I've always imagined it'd be a good song for sex. Sex. Death. There must be a reason why the French call an orgasm "le petit mort." When I listen to it I can imagine exactly what I'm...
Youth, poof Friday night started pleasantly enough. I was in very good company right out of work...and the Flames were holding their own...and then the evening turned into one big mess after that. Dinner didn't last very long but I suppose that's alright. It was nice enough just to even have the time to get together. Afterwards I headed for Daisy's place to catch the rest of the game. But by the time I had arrived the game was over and we had lost :( One of those few occasions where my iPod mini just doesn't do enough for me. No radio. Who ever thought I'd need radio?! The Redhead had called inviting me and my crew (which would be Daisy, Flag-girl wasn't feeling well) to the Roadhouse. Good God, the Roadhouse. (Rumor has it the Roadhouse is the easiest place in the city to obtain crack cocaine...not that I would know first-hand.) They all know I hate that place, but I'm a trouper. Seeing as I was outnumbered I came with, but not without a bit of ...
Mish-Mash The Flames just keep on winning. It's so hot! As if I can't stress it enough, I Ang , keep BF away from the 'Dome! Haha.) Last month I finally got around to picking up a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden at the bookstore. As I get deeper into it I am absolutely falling in love with this book! I'm not sure what I can say about it other than it's poetic and gorgeous. The Motorcycle Diaries (I picked it up at the same time) by Ernesto "Che" Guevara was poetic as well, but it didn't have the same effect as Memoirs of a Geisha. And now I find out, though maybe I knew this from a while ago and just failed to remember, that Memoirs of a Geisha is turning into a movie. I wasn't sure how I felt about this at first. This book is so vivid in my mind I couldn't imagine how any movie could do it in any justice...and I was afraid they would botch it up. But I took a look at the trailer and I must admit I'm excited now. O...
Seeing color Your Power Color Is Red-Orange At Your Highest: You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth. At Your Lowest: You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked. In Love: You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve. How You're Attractive: You are very affectionate and inspire trust. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Respected?" What's Your Power Color? I don't know if I like the color, but the description is so me right now.
Baby boom My family has done it again...everything comes in 2s or 3s. November 9, my cousin gave birth to her first child, a baby boy. 7 pounds, 13 ounces. I can't wait to meet the little guy. November 11 at 3am, my aunt gives birth to her second child and my godson's new baby brother. And it keeps going and going and going...
Group hug When I was a young girl I typed out this huge long list, with quirky fonts for each point, of 100 reasons why Posie was my best friend and I slipped it in with her Christmas present. She then returned the favor, and topped it, with 101 reasons why I was her best friend when my birthday came around. Sure it was cheesy but hey, even today thinking about those lists always makes me smile. Nowadays, with work and just plain old growing up, there isn't as much time to get together. There are a lot of days in between when we get to talk or see each other. Deep down I still see her as one of my best friends but from an outsider's point of view her and I must not appear very close to one another. I see Daisy and the Usual Suspects more often than I see Posie, and she goes out with A-Girl more often than her and I get together. Maybe you could say we're no longer a major force in one another's lives but I think we've just settled into the comforting notion th...
Flight Despite having avoided horror movies for years now, my imagination still gets the best of me and I spook easily. Maybe even more easily now than ever. I can't explain it. Halloween night some past coworkers of mine and I decided to go out and have some fun in costume. They had mentioned heading to Project X but I was hoping they would think of something less scary to do. But they're big fans of the spooky side of Halloween so I was held hostage in the car. Just hearing the "scary" music as we approached the complex creeped me out. Me being a big baby my coworkers volunteered to "protect" me, one on each side, while I clung to their arms needily. As we walked the path to the first part of the evening's experience a grim reaper-type stood sombrely a little ways ahead of us. Seeing as we had not entered into the actual buildings yet I just assumed he was a guide to let us know where to go. But no! All of a sudden he bolted towards us full spe...