Yep, I'm still cleaning. This is getting pathetic, but at least it's getting done. The main problem is that I have too many books and not enough bookshelf space. The books then go in bags and boxes and then boxes and bags take up floorspace. I'm trying really hard to organize this a little better, though, since I may be moving into my "own place" (and by "own place" I mean my nonna's apartment upstairs).While it won't actually be my apartment, it will be a place to put all my stuff. Hopefully, I'll have room for all my stuff up there!
Do you want to know what I found this time? Let’s see: some extra wristbands from Ships and Dip III, some long lost books, a million socks (not all have partners), school supplies, some American change, books, about a year’s worth of Cosmo (from 2007-2008), some books, course packs and essays from CEGEP, a couple books and, have I mentioned books? SO. MANY. BOOKS!
Okay, I can understand why I have so many books: it’s no secret that I buy a ton of books. If I see a book I want to read, I’ll buy it, I don’t borrow from the library. I also have a lot of books I’ve had to buy for school (textbooks and such). I feel that having many books (that I’ve read and can display and talk about) is a sign of my intelligence. Weird, right? Cause there’s no way I can look smart with my room in a complete mess. It just doesn’t work.
Ugh. Well, I guess I better get back to cleaning. I’ll keep y’all posted!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Hopes and Dreams
Woo, so much has happened since my last blog. My best friend got married and is currently on her honeymoon. One of my closest friends is moving in with her boyfriend today. I got, and subsequently got rid of, a spray tan that I just couldn't get used to. I saw one of the summer's most hilarious films (The Other Guys, GO SEE IT!). Oh and I found my dream home.
That's right.
My dream home.
It's a condo in the world famous Habitat 67 building complex. It's 1,248 sq ft over two floors, gorgeous views and a private shuttle to downtown Montreal. It's also $459000, which is reasonable for the location and all it has to offer (look for yourself). It's just completely unreasonable for my current budget.
I know what you're thinking: Michèle! You're just a student! You can grow into that budget! Well, that's the plan. I may not be able to make it my first home, but I will eventually live there. And do you know why? Because it's my dream and I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN!
That's the thing with hopes and dreams, you can't sit back and ask other people to do everything for you. You have to make your own mark, spend your own money, be your own person.
And happiness will follow.
That's right.
My dream home.
It's a condo in the world famous Habitat 67 building complex. It's 1,248 sq ft over two floors, gorgeous views and a private shuttle to downtown Montreal. It's also $459000, which is reasonable for the location and all it has to offer (look for yourself). It's just completely unreasonable for my current budget.
I know what you're thinking: Michèle! You're just a student! You can grow into that budget! Well, that's the plan. I may not be able to make it my first home, but I will eventually live there. And do you know why? Because it's my dream and I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN!
That's the thing with hopes and dreams, you can't sit back and ask other people to do everything for you. You have to make your own mark, spend your own money, be your own person.
And happiness will follow.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Things I Learned at my Friend's Bachelorette Party
Last night was the Bachelorette party for one of my best friends. It was an evening of dinner, dancing and great conversations. It was also, for me, an evening of self-discovery/remembering why I used to go clubbing. Here are a few things I learned (along with a little story about how/why I learned it):
1. Don't count on people
Along with the four bridesmaids and the bride, there were supposed to be three other guests at last night's event. One called a few minutes before supper, with an excellent reason for having to cancel at the last minute. The other two just didn't show up. This wasn't just a birthday or a "just because" dinner. This was the LAST wild and crazy night the bride would have as a single woman. If you can't make it, that's fine, but the least you can do is call to cancel because I'M the one that had to explain why no one else showed up.
2. 80s night it not always the most epic night
For those of you who know me, you also know that 80s night is (usually) my favourite night to go out, so I was really looking forward to a night out at La Tulipe. I guess I just have to be in the right club, with the right 80s music and in the right frame of mind because last night, it just wasn't working. There were too many songs I didn't know (or like). There were too many situations in which I was allowed the opportunity to just sit and be anti-social. I was crashing from an intense sugar rush brought on by sugar pie and an alcoholic slushy. It just wasn't working...
Which brings me to my next point:
3. Just go with the flow
I'm a planner. I plan things, it's what I do. When things don't go as planned I feel like I'm no longer in control of the situation, whether the situation is mine to control or not. It was a good call for the bride to want to change locations and abort 80s night in favour of more modern music. We walked from one club to another and it seemed to completely invigorate us. We entered Le Diable Vert new people. It was a good night.
4. I have no patience for stupid people
So there are five of us dancing in a little pentagon/circle thing when this group of three people (two guys, one girl, they looked about 18 or 19) pass through us on their way to another part of the dance floor. While it's slightly annoying, I can't fault them as I, myself, have done that many times. The problem started when they stopped in the middle of us to share a word. Again, annoying, but whatever, as long as you move on. Well, they didn't. They stayed there, talking, in the middle of our group. So I catch the eye of one of the guys and make a "you, move" hand motion. Sure, it's a little rude, but don't block me off from my friends when dancing if there's more than enough dancing room around our group. So the guy obviously understands what I was saying because he nods and then whispers to the girl. The girl looks at me, whispers (and by whispers, I mean yells into their ears) to the guys, and then start dancing. In. Our. Circle. Who does that?!!? So I start dancing. I do my (should be patented) elbows-out-hitting-unwanted-people-in-the-back dance. And this girl tried. I mean she tried hard. But she just couldn't hack it. She gave me one last dirty look and walked away. Now, I don't know if the others were in on my telepathic conversation, but I felt like it was a victorious team effort. I mean really, skinny bitch, you look 12, you weigh 50 lbs and you're going up against a pms-ing 24 year old who's been clubbing since before you started high school? Bitch, please.
5. I needs me some more club-rap music from my high school days on my iPod
Oh man, I cannot remember how long it's been since we closed a club. I can practically guarantee, though that the last time I did it, Ja Rule was a chart topper and DMX was all up in the clubs. You remember them, right? Yeah, me either... but what I was listening to last night was close enough. It seems I was in my element, last night, with the club-rap. That's what I felt most comfortable dancing to, what I new most (if not all) of the words to, what reminded me of my former clubbing days. I'm not saying I'd be able to stand a full 4 hours of only rap music, but I think I definitely need some to make my night. And I refuse to believe I'm the only one!
All in all, it was a good night :)
1. Don't count on people
Along with the four bridesmaids and the bride, there were supposed to be three other guests at last night's event. One called a few minutes before supper, with an excellent reason for having to cancel at the last minute. The other two just didn't show up. This wasn't just a birthday or a "just because" dinner. This was the LAST wild and crazy night the bride would have as a single woman. If you can't make it, that's fine, but the least you can do is call to cancel because I'M the one that had to explain why no one else showed up.
2. 80s night it not always the most epic night
For those of you who know me, you also know that 80s night is (usually) my favourite night to go out, so I was really looking forward to a night out at La Tulipe. I guess I just have to be in the right club, with the right 80s music and in the right frame of mind because last night, it just wasn't working. There were too many songs I didn't know (or like). There were too many situations in which I was allowed the opportunity to just sit and be anti-social. I was crashing from an intense sugar rush brought on by sugar pie and an alcoholic slushy. It just wasn't working...
Which brings me to my next point:
3. Just go with the flow
I'm a planner. I plan things, it's what I do. When things don't go as planned I feel like I'm no longer in control of the situation, whether the situation is mine to control or not. It was a good call for the bride to want to change locations and abort 80s night in favour of more modern music. We walked from one club to another and it seemed to completely invigorate us. We entered Le Diable Vert new people. It was a good night.
4. I have no patience for stupid people
So there are five of us dancing in a little pentagon/circle thing when this group of three people (two guys, one girl, they looked about 18 or 19) pass through us on their way to another part of the dance floor. While it's slightly annoying, I can't fault them as I, myself, have done that many times. The problem started when they stopped in the middle of us to share a word. Again, annoying, but whatever, as long as you move on. Well, they didn't. They stayed there, talking, in the middle of our group. So I catch the eye of one of the guys and make a "you, move" hand motion. Sure, it's a little rude, but don't block me off from my friends when dancing if there's more than enough dancing room around our group. So the guy obviously understands what I was saying because he nods and then whispers to the girl. The girl looks at me, whispers (and by whispers, I mean yells into their ears) to the guys, and then start dancing. In. Our. Circle. Who does that?!!? So I start dancing. I do my (should be patented) elbows-out-hitting-unwanted-people-in-the-back dance. And this girl tried. I mean she tried hard. But she just couldn't hack it. She gave me one last dirty look and walked away. Now, I don't know if the others were in on my telepathic conversation, but I felt like it was a victorious team effort. I mean really, skinny bitch, you look 12, you weigh 50 lbs and you're going up against a pms-ing 24 year old who's been clubbing since before you started high school? Bitch, please.
5. I needs me some more club-rap music from my high school days on my iPod
Oh man, I cannot remember how long it's been since we closed a club. I can practically guarantee, though that the last time I did it, Ja Rule was a chart topper and DMX was all up in the clubs. You remember them, right? Yeah, me either... but what I was listening to last night was close enough. It seems I was in my element, last night, with the club-rap. That's what I felt most comfortable dancing to, what I new most (if not all) of the words to, what reminded me of my former clubbing days. I'm not saying I'd be able to stand a full 4 hours of only rap music, but I think I definitely need some to make my night. And I refuse to believe I'm the only one!
All in all, it was a good night :)
Friday, August 6, 2010
Inspiration
My friend just started blogging (you should check her out), which has inspired me to start again. I really do enjoy blogging: it's cathartic and I always feel better afterward. So here it goes:
Okay, firstly, I am so proud of my friends (they know who they are). One has his dream job, one is moving in with her boyfriend, one is going back to school, one is getting married. I'm so happy for them, for all of my friends. They all deserve happiness, that's for sure.
Then there's another friend who does nothing but complain about her life, about how nothing ever goes her way, about how everything just sucks. She is the one who really inspired me today. I've decided to do the same. I'll sit at home on the computer all night and pretend to look for a job all day and wonder why I have no life. I'll refuse to make any changes to my personality and lifestyle even though it is obviously not working for me. I'll dwell on the fact that everyone's life is going so much better than mine and, well, that must be everyone else's fault, not mine.
Or, ya know, I can not. I can live. I can be happy for my friends knowing that they are happy for me and my accomplishments. Yes, I'm a little jealous that their lives seem to be working out a little better than mine, but I know for a fact that they are sometimes jealous of my life. I've got good things going for me: I'm on my way to a stable career, I travel, I go out, I enjoy life, I've got a good family (even if they drive me crazy at times), I've got good friends (even if they drive me crazy at times). I've got a good life. And I love living it.
Okay, firstly, I am so proud of my friends (they know who they are). One has his dream job, one is moving in with her boyfriend, one is going back to school, one is getting married. I'm so happy for them, for all of my friends. They all deserve happiness, that's for sure.
Then there's another friend who does nothing but complain about her life, about how nothing ever goes her way, about how everything just sucks. She is the one who really inspired me today. I've decided to do the same. I'll sit at home on the computer all night and pretend to look for a job all day and wonder why I have no life. I'll refuse to make any changes to my personality and lifestyle even though it is obviously not working for me. I'll dwell on the fact that everyone's life is going so much better than mine and, well, that must be everyone else's fault, not mine.
Or, ya know, I can not. I can live. I can be happy for my friends knowing that they are happy for me and my accomplishments. Yes, I'm a little jealous that their lives seem to be working out a little better than mine, but I know for a fact that they are sometimes jealous of my life. I've got good things going for me: I'm on my way to a stable career, I travel, I go out, I enjoy life, I've got a good family (even if they drive me crazy at times), I've got good friends (even if they drive me crazy at times). I've got a good life. And I love living it.
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