UPDATE TIME.
I really hate it when people claim, "My eye color changes with my mood!" I've never seen anyone with blue eyes and think, "Oh, she must be happy!" or see someone with hazel eyes and think to myself, "They must be anxious or pensive." Last time I checked, eyes do not contain liquid crystals so please die.
IN OTHER NEWS.
Though this is a month late, my birthday was fabulous. Christine, Meghann, and Hooter all threw me a surprise birthday party the day before my birthday and around 30 or so people showed up. I got a fancy schmancy cake (and a cheesecake from Sarah!) and an LED belt buckle and books on cake baking and cocktails and birthday cards and bakeware and shot glasses that I will use for bud vases. Oh, and a beating heart keychain from Dave. Christine even set up a "Make your own Sunday" bar at the party. It was 4th grade chic.
THEN!!! as my birthday present from Frank, I was surprised with a professional massage/spa treatment and then i was whisked away to CANADIA! [pronounced "cuh-NAY-dee-uh"], where Frank had reserved a hotel suite [complete with living room, kitchen, jacuzzi, and large tv perfect to watch family guy on] for the weekend with a view of the falls. So we went to dinner and went out and discovered something about CANADIA!
I think the nation is stuck in the mid nineties. On any given night, the streets of Ontario are teeming with people wearing hot 1990's attire: Half-top cardigans, hi-cut jeans, and leggings. Even the raptacular black people wear the huge pants that Puff Daddy wore when he was still Puff Daddy and mourning B.I.G's death in every song he released...oh wait, he still does that. Also, the music played in clubs is all 90's Canadian pop...kind of a tossed salad of De La Soul and Deeelite! with a little of Sophie B. Hawkins thrown in. It's kind of cool in a novelty sense, though. I felt like I should be wearing a short babydoll dress made out of a sunflower/plaid pattern and a Blossom hat. Then I would have been truly Canadian.
Canadians also do not eat cheddar cheese. When we passed by every restaurant, the cheese that was served with burgers, or with anything for that matter, was "Pure Coby" cheese. No, not colby. It kind of tastes like even more processed American cheese but more...Canadian.
Canada is a clean, clean place. I did not find a single piece of litter during my stay in CANADIA! It was absolutely spotless--the only thing I DID see was an Indian man wearing shiny, almost glittering jeans drop a pamphlet as he was walking, but before it could really be on the ground enough to call it "litter," a man dressed in a green uniform rushed over hurriedly and pounced on it, placing it in his bag, shaking his head, and then running back to his post. Cool!
The only thing I didn't get was that a lot of tourists stood by the falls with video cameras and taped it for a good 10 minutes...they weren't taping their family in front of the falls, just....the falls. I mean, it's water falling off a cliff, people. It's not going to change anytime soon. water falling off a cliff.
And now that i was thinking about the 1990's, I have "Sonny Came Home" in my head. What's next, "Roll to Me?!?!"
That's really all I have to say. Maybe I'll post some pictures of my apartment later, but for right now I have some random ones from my birthday extravaganza. Oh, and I keep having dreams about Jeffrey Dahmer but I'm never phased by it because he just kills boys anyway. And I'm not a boy.
There was a window between the jacuzzi and the bed. Kinky Canadians.
that's the view. nice to wake up to.
The Canadian superstore behind me was having a special on sundresses and money orders. It's really a one stop shop.
I live with these people! hahahha
IN OTHER NEWS.
Though this is a month late, my birthday was fabulous. Christine, Meghann, and Hooter all threw me a surprise birthday party the day before my birthday and around 30 or so people showed up. I got a fancy schmancy cake (and a cheesecake from Sarah!) and an LED belt buckle and books on cake baking and cocktails and birthday cards and bakeware and shot glasses that I will use for bud vases. Oh, and a beating heart keychain from Dave. Christine even set up a "Make your own Sunday" bar at the party. It was 4th grade chic.
THEN!!! as my birthday present from Frank, I was surprised with a professional massage/spa treatment and then i was whisked away to CANADIA! [pronounced "cuh-NAY-dee-uh"], where Frank had reserved a hotel suite [complete with living room, kitchen, jacuzzi, and large tv perfect to watch family guy on] for the weekend with a view of the falls. So we went to dinner and went out and discovered something about CANADIA!
I think the nation is stuck in the mid nineties. On any given night, the streets of Ontario are teeming with people wearing hot 1990's attire: Half-top cardigans, hi-cut jeans, and leggings. Even the raptacular black people wear the huge pants that Puff Daddy wore when he was still Puff Daddy and mourning B.I.G's death in every song he released...oh wait, he still does that. Also, the music played in clubs is all 90's Canadian pop...kind of a tossed salad of De La Soul and Deeelite! with a little of Sophie B. Hawkins thrown in. It's kind of cool in a novelty sense, though. I felt like I should be wearing a short babydoll dress made out of a sunflower/plaid pattern and a Blossom hat. Then I would have been truly Canadian.
Canadians also do not eat cheddar cheese. When we passed by every restaurant, the cheese that was served with burgers, or with anything for that matter, was "Pure Coby" cheese. No, not colby. It kind of tastes like even more processed American cheese but more...Canadian.
Canada is a clean, clean place. I did not find a single piece of litter during my stay in CANADIA! It was absolutely spotless--the only thing I DID see was an Indian man wearing shiny, almost glittering jeans drop a pamphlet as he was walking, but before it could really be on the ground enough to call it "litter," a man dressed in a green uniform rushed over hurriedly and pounced on it, placing it in his bag, shaking his head, and then running back to his post. Cool!
The only thing I didn't get was that a lot of tourists stood by the falls with video cameras and taped it for a good 10 minutes...they weren't taping their family in front of the falls, just....the falls. I mean, it's water falling off a cliff, people. It's not going to change anytime soon. water falling off a cliff.
And now that i was thinking about the 1990's, I have "Sonny Came Home" in my head. What's next, "Roll to Me?!?!"
That's really all I have to say. Maybe I'll post some pictures of my apartment later, but for right now I have some random ones from my birthday extravaganza. Oh, and I keep having dreams about Jeffrey Dahmer but I'm never phased by it because he just kills boys anyway. And I'm not a boy.
There was a window between the jacuzzi and the bed. Kinky Canadians.
that's the view. nice to wake up to.
The Canadian superstore behind me was having a special on sundresses and money orders. It's really a one stop shop.
I live with these people! hahahha