This is my new favourite site. It’s almost at stumbleupon level of love, not yet, but almost (really not even remotely close, but it’s still great).
Check it out:
http://explodingdog.com
Here’s a list of 5 things I should be doing with my life, that I am incomprehendingly not doing:
1. Searching for a real job
I’m done school for the foreseeable future so I should really get going on the whole finding a job so I can apply those skills I (read: my parents) paid a pretty penny for. But I have this great (read: clerical hell but pays well) buffer summer job so I haven’t committed any time to thinking about my future past August 29th (the fast approaching date of my impending unemployment).
2. Getting a life
I don’t have one. Obviously. Have we met? No? Well I have no life. Which leads me to wonder where all my time goes…I mean the time I don’t spend consciously twiddling my thumbs.
3. Not paying obscene (at least I think so) $$ for a cut and dye
So while I’m quite seasoned in the world of haircuts, I’ve only just begun exploring the wonderful world of hair colour and while I quite enjoy the subtle (I’m not ready for bleach blonde yet, but I’ll let you know when I try it-cause I will) differences, I don’t enjoy how much it costs. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not ridiculous, it’s just I kinda miss my $35 (sometimes amazing…sometimes time to start wearing a hat) haircuts at House of Lords.
4. Stop convincing myself things are what they aren’t, and then being surprised when it turns out that what I erroneously convinced myself was true, is in fact not true.
Do you follow? No? Well it involves dinner, a poor choice of words (or several), and a too long hug. Oh and alot of hoping, waiting, wishing. ALOT.
5. Putting my creative skills to good use.
What happened to craft time? I use to make time for crafts, when did that stop? I don’t even remember the last time I held a paintbrush. Where did all the happy little trees go?
Sometimes when I’m really bored I like to rewatch my favourite scenes/episodes from movies/shows.
Here’s a selection for your viewing pleasure. Check it out after the jump.
PS-I am sorry for the quality of some of these. It’s not my fault, blame youtube.
Posted in CONFESSIONS, ENTERTAINMENT, RANDOM
Remember Miffy? A dear friend I like to call Kevin Spacey reminded me of her tonight.
When I was little I used to hate Miffy. Well not so much hated Miffy as I hated the fact that the author/creator of Miffy’s name was Dick Bruna. My name is Bruna, and as a child having the word Dick in front of my name bothered me. Needless to say, I never took these books out at the library.
Scene 1, Act I.
Location: Work
I sit at my assigned desk for the day, minding my own business (reading texts from last night-no idea what I’m talking about? click here) in a quad with three highly toxic, 40 (possibly 50) something women (who have nothing better to do with their lives than obsessively gossip about one another while pretending to be eachothers bffs) when a friend comes by my desk to ask me if I want to go for break.
Friend: Wanna go for break?
Me: Sure man, let’s go.
Toxic 40something woman (one who never actually comes to work but insists that she’s always there and always tired from all the work she’s been doing—also incredibly anal about the ergonomics of her chair): Oh, what’s that scar?
note: Friend has big scar on left leg because she was run over by a car. Not joking.
Friend: Who me?
Toxic 40something woman: Yeah. How did that happen?
Friend (in the most deadpan demeanor ever): Oh, it was a shark attack.
