Hello kitty
Again, insomnia strikes. Le sigh.
Waking up today seemed like an impossible task. The jet lag never hits me when I'm away but it KILLS me when I get back. I had to work at the Clothing Show today doing some body painting and providing moral support for my friend Melissa who has invested TONS of dollars into her clothing line Ciao Pussy Couture http://www.ciaopussycouture.com I was supposed to be there at 12pm but that's pretty much when I opened my eyes and found that I was still in bed - strangely, I was dreaming about the show. She didn't seem to mind that I was late though. I felt pretty bad. I'm always late for work when I have to work at MAC but, I'm never late to meet friends. That's just inconsiderate and selfish. Although I think today I was an exception to the rule as I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried. Jet lag is one thing, being too hung over or lazy is another. Anyway, I think the day went well for her. She got a lot of attention for the body painting and in turn got her name out there. She met Paris Hilton last summer and gave her a shirt. If and when Paris wears that, Melissa will be set. It's not my type of clothing, but she did give me a white top that says 'Ciao Pussy' and it's cute so I'll wear it.
While I was working hard, hardly working I walked around the automotive building and checked out the show. There was absolutely NOTHING worthwhile. ALL of it was just screen printed logos on shirts. That's it. I should have made at least 10 skiirts for the show, I would have been one of a handful of actual designers who draft, cut and sew their stuff. Oh well, maybe next time.
I just got back from Manchester late last night - hence the jet lag. What a fucking trip. For some reason I was only scheduled to work one leg of the trip, which was the return leg MAN-YYZ. So, in order to get me to Manchester, my company booked me a flight on our own aircraft that departed YYZ at 6pm. Great! 6pm. probably get to MAN at around midnight just in time to go out for last call and then have the entire next day to hang out downtown with my friends, have a few pints, dinner.. who knows! Sounds good right? What they neglected to tell me was that I was actually flying to Belfast. Yes, an hour on the ground in Belfast and then to Glasgow. 2.5 hours on the ground in Glasgow and then to Manchester. 12 hours of flying.. as a passenger. So, I actually got into Manchester at 11am. I went to sleep until 7 pm, then got gussied up, went downtown met up with my friends who took me to one of the best Indian restaurants in Manchester - Did you know that the National dish of England is Chicken Tikka Masala? Well, it is. Then we went out for some pints and then I floated home to my hotel room, went to sleep, woke up, flew to Toronto. It was a short trip but a nice trip and long enough to fuck me up with the jet lag when I got back.
Being in Glasgow for 2.5 hours sucked. I spent the entire time in the airport eating fruit salad and watching BBC News. My boyfriend is in Scotland right now and he was going to come see me while I was there but our arrival coincided with him having to help his mom set up for her art show. He's coming home on Monday and I cannot WAIT to see him again. I've never missed someone like this before. Apart from meeting him at the airport last week for an hour, it will be a total of two weeks since we've last seen each other. Mind you, he has called me every day 2-3 times a day.
I really should try to sleep, I have to go watch the Liverpool game at a local pub tomorrow at 10am AND I have to correct my time zone. Until next time.
xoxo,
Waking up today seemed like an impossible task. The jet lag never hits me when I'm away but it KILLS me when I get back. I had to work at the Clothing Show today doing some body painting and providing moral support for my friend Melissa who has invested TONS of dollars into her clothing line Ciao Pussy Couture http://www.ciaopussycouture.com I was supposed to be there at 12pm but that's pretty much when I opened my eyes and found that I was still in bed - strangely, I was dreaming about the show. She didn't seem to mind that I was late though. I felt pretty bad. I'm always late for work when I have to work at MAC but, I'm never late to meet friends. That's just inconsiderate and selfish. Although I think today I was an exception to the rule as I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried. Jet lag is one thing, being too hung over or lazy is another. Anyway, I think the day went well for her. She got a lot of attention for the body painting and in turn got her name out there. She met Paris Hilton last summer and gave her a shirt. If and when Paris wears that, Melissa will be set. It's not my type of clothing, but she did give me a white top that says 'Ciao Pussy' and it's cute so I'll wear it.
While I was working hard, hardly working I walked around the automotive building and checked out the show. There was absolutely NOTHING worthwhile. ALL of it was just screen printed logos on shirts. That's it. I should have made at least 10 skiirts for the show, I would have been one of a handful of actual designers who draft, cut and sew their stuff. Oh well, maybe next time.
I just got back from Manchester late last night - hence the jet lag. What a fucking trip. For some reason I was only scheduled to work one leg of the trip, which was the return leg MAN-YYZ. So, in order to get me to Manchester, my company booked me a flight on our own aircraft that departed YYZ at 6pm. Great! 6pm. probably get to MAN at around midnight just in time to go out for last call and then have the entire next day to hang out downtown with my friends, have a few pints, dinner.. who knows! Sounds good right? What they neglected to tell me was that I was actually flying to Belfast. Yes, an hour on the ground in Belfast and then to Glasgow. 2.5 hours on the ground in Glasgow and then to Manchester. 12 hours of flying.. as a passenger. So, I actually got into Manchester at 11am. I went to sleep until 7 pm, then got gussied up, went downtown met up with my friends who took me to one of the best Indian restaurants in Manchester - Did you know that the National dish of England is Chicken Tikka Masala? Well, it is. Then we went out for some pints and then I floated home to my hotel room, went to sleep, woke up, flew to Toronto. It was a short trip but a nice trip and long enough to fuck me up with the jet lag when I got back.
Being in Glasgow for 2.5 hours sucked. I spent the entire time in the airport eating fruit salad and watching BBC News. My boyfriend is in Scotland right now and he was going to come see me while I was there but our arrival coincided with him having to help his mom set up for her art show. He's coming home on Monday and I cannot WAIT to see him again. I've never missed someone like this before. Apart from meeting him at the airport last week for an hour, it will be a total of two weeks since we've last seen each other. Mind you, he has called me every day 2-3 times a day.
I really should try to sleep, I have to go watch the Liverpool game at a local pub tomorrow at 10am AND I have to correct my time zone. Until next time.
xoxo,