Tagged: pink
Boyfriend at the time and I would drive around
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from his place
to mine
to the movies
to dinner somewhere
to the park
to our minimum-wage jobs
wherever
and we'd listen to bands like this
(so emo)
not because we were unhappy
but because we weren't.
Weird listening to it now.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
Les Jupes did a killer Loft Session with Manitoba Music that you should
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Your eyes and ears will thank you.
Most of the time I hate Thursdays
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they're the day before Friday which means the day before the day before the weekend.
However, due to a crazy turn of events over the last week today has turned out to be my new favourite day this week.
This Thursday has provided me with:
- the chance to speak at Red River with my pals James Hope Howard and Colin Enquist to 1st year CreComm students
- amazing September weather
- a cancelled interview which turned into just getting hired for a new job anyway (yes!)
- muffins that didn't burn when I baked them
- being excited to go to Flatlander's Beer Festival (for free!) with John, Tyrone and Adam
- the chance to finally listen to some of Matt Good's new stuff
AND
knowing I have a whole day off tomorrow, to myself, before a weekend of fun dates, farmer's market trips, ManyFest activities, and other cool stuff before starting my new job on Monday.
Happy Thursday, boys and girls! Hope yours is treating you half as well as mine has been.
Spent the day at home
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which meant hanging on the couch trolling around on the computer and watching episodes of Lost on Netflix.
That show wasn't as good as I'd remembered.
Back when it was on tv I used to get together with this guy I was kinda seeing on Thursday nights and watch it together.
I loved that shit.
But then the finale happened and I was all 'wtf'.
It didn't make sense. Total bs.
It's funny how the ending can spoil an entire experience
and how that can apply to other situations as well.
Luckily there's a lot of tv out there.
Re: the fast-food walk out on August 29th
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When I was a youth I worked a string of minimum-wage jobs in fast food joints, most noticably when I worked for McDonalds full-time the year after I graduated high school.I hated that job.
I was treated like shit, the hours were shit, the customers were (largely) shit, management was shit... everything about it sucked except my coworkers, most of which were young people like me.
Except Maria, our older badass morning lady. Who showed up at 5am like a boss Mon-Fri even though she had two kids who she never got to see between her full-time McJob and her other part-time gig somewhere else.
We all respected her in a work-mom kind of way.
One day not too long after I started working there she came in to work late, which was unusual, and looked like she'd been crying.
She told us that one of her kids had been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Her little baby. She was heartbroken.
Luckily though, she said, she lives in Canada where a lot of that stuff is paid for or subsidized so she and her husband could afford to pay for all the doctor's visits and insulin and etc her little one would need for the rest of their life.
She thanked her lucky stars that she had a husband who had a job and contributed all he could and that she lived somewhere where the combination of her minimum-wage job and universal health care would be able to provide for her family even with this new burden.
I thought about Maria when I read the Washington Post article about the scheduled fast-food walk out on August 29th.
I thought about
all those people who get paid less than she did back in '05/06 even though it's 2013
who don't have any health care at all
who are working to support their families
sometimes without any help
working way too many hours to try and make ends meet
and
who really, really need things to change.
I hope they're able to get what they want.
*image via Salon
Last night: a recap
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Gord and Karley threw a wicked shaker and I stayed up way too late which has resulted in a do-nothing Sunday which I really, really needed.
We did a bunch of tequila shots and it wasn't Jose Cuervo tequila which means that I didn't immediately throw up after doing it. Gord did, though, and that made me feel good about myself.
For a long time there was a Songza playlist on which was playing Rhianna and Britney Spears and nobody noticed until I brought it up and then we listened to gangster rap.
Kat and I made these wontons with shrimp and cream cheese and other good stuff in them and they were amazing and I ate too many of them and actually had to leave the kitchen so I would stop shoving them in my gullet.
I tried to learn to play cribbage and failed horribly.
Gord showed me how to make a tart except there were no eggs for the dough and we almost forgot about it in the oven and I don't actually know what happened to it after that. Did someone eat it?
Karley informed me that the sign of a functioning nuclear family unit is half-completed butterfly puzzles on the table and I almost peed myself laughing.
While on a walk to get smokes for Karley I kicked this weird box that had a pipe running to it from a fire hose and nothing happened so we walked across the street and then a weird man yelled WHAT ARE YOU DOING at us from his porch and we ran away.
This photo of Tyrone and I was taken and I fucking love how cute we are.
Realizing that the word 'enjoy' on their wedding invites was spelled 'engoy' and I laughed so hard I had to lie down on the floor for a second.
We also got totally lost on the way back and Gord didn't believe me when I found his street because you can't see the gazebo they have set up on their front lawn from two blocks away.
Ty bought me a chicken tendercrisp sandwich from Burger King and while we were in the drive-thru line some guy in an SUV passed out while waiting for his food so the line didn't move for a long time. I eventually got my sandwich, though.
Which brings us to today.
I was supposed to hang with my mum today and go have lunch in the Exchange District but she cancelled which means I've been lying around in my underpants watching Quentin Tarantino movies which is, it turns out, the only thing I'm capable of doing after last night.
Thanks, Gord and Karley Obama.
I'm so exhausted it's hard to type
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I'm lying in bed resting my poor, sore feet after spending the whole evening cleaning the apartment. When you have hardwood floors everywhere plodding back and forth from room to room dusting, sweeping, mopping and etc takes a toll and combined with the excessive partying between festivals and weddings and etc lately I'm wiped.
It's almost a shame that we're leaving to head to BC in two sleeps for Motion Notion.
Almost.
I didn't grow up going camping at all and the first time I went "camping" it was just this giant outdoor multi-day mini festival and I didn't even have a tent. I was supposed to share a tent with a girl I knew and that kinda got fucked up.
That was a fucked up weekend, kinda.
But it got me camping, which has led to it being an "every other weekend" event every summer.
Anyway the day after Motion Notion ends Ty and I are going to Radium Hot Springs and we're gonna stay in a hotel with a real bed and a real shower and go for greasy food in town in addition to soaking in the hot springs before driving home.
After four days of camping in tents and only showering when I feel like coughing up $5 (!!!) for a few minutes of soapy goodness it's gonna be unreal.
I'd like to say I'll be blogging about it but who knows. I'm so behind with Folk Fest and Owen and D's wedding and all the other nonsense we've been up to this summer that I can't make any promises right now.
Because I'd never lie to you, because ILU.
Even if I don't keep in touch all that often.
Don't worry I'm still alive
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Lots going on right now- post-folk fest wind-down
- wrapping up uni papers
- prepping for Motion Notion
- prepping for Connect
- fancy new job
y'know.
But since I'm too tired to blog here's 5 seasons of Breaking Bad in 9 minutes.
Zomg the final season starts soon!
