Another Weekend in the City

• I downloaded the new Cut Copy album, "In Ghost Colours" and pretty much fell in love with it as soon as I heard it. Its fun and perfect for Spring / Summer. The song currently on my blog "Far Away" is my favourite off the album, by far. I keep dancing to it alone in my room, secretly wishing Caroline was with me so that we could dance together and call out names of people we know / watch at Absinthe and dance like them. Or I dance to it at my desk at work when I'm sure no one is looking. Although, once, Francesca called me out and caught me dancing at my desk. I tried to deny it, but she was certain I was doing it. I can't help it I guess.
  
  
• I got my ear pierced (my helix) on Saturday. I was determined to do it a month ago, but got a bit worried about karma. Apparently I've become a huge paranoia nut in the past few months. Anyways, Jean, Nadia and Emma finally, and collectively, convinced me to get it done during our staff pic nic. And we made plans to do it. And then Saturday came and I did it - and Jean paid for my ring as a birthday present - which was awesome of her and much appreciated by me (even though I spent most of the time feeling guilty and trying to convince her not to do it). It bled a lot - like a lot more than usual. Apparently if a piercing there bleeds it only releases one big drop of blood. If it bleeds two - then thats pretty unusual. The piercer said I had 10. And then more when I cleaned it at home. I had blood on my shirt. This freaked out Bec to hear, but I was pretty nonchalant about it - just wanted to make sure that it wouldn't fuck up the healing process. Apparently they hit a tiny vein and once the bleeding stopped I should be fine so long as I kept up the normal cleaning regimen. My mom was somewhat pissed at me when I told her. But in this strange 'I don't actually give a fuck' way. She got a new stint put in and I was asking her if she was ok - like profusely (see, paranoia) - and she was like 'yeah yeah I'm fine I'm going to the mall and dropping off Frankie at the bus stop and maybe I'll go get my ear pierced'. Then she started laughing hysterically at the idea of her coming to Europe with her ears all pierced up. I didn't quite get the joke. In fact I think its pretty suiting. MOM GET YOUR EAR PIERCED, NO NO, MOM GET YOUR LIP PIERCED - I KNOW YOU ARE READING THIS....HI MOM! Anyways then my mom tried to convince me that I was going to have a hard time finding a job because I keep doing weird things. I reassured her though that I'm actually pretty tame and that the jobs I'm going for are going to want people more nuts than me. Then I told her that she should just take solace in the fact that I'm her weird and strange kid who's really creative and out of the box - you know the one who had imaginary friends and watched Batman all the time, and who shaved half her head and pierced her ears and wears stupid sunglasses and ugly sneakers. To which she said 'ok I'm going now, talk to you later, oh strange and creative one'. Its all funny and cute, because I'm pretty tame and my piercing are incredibly pedestrian. But, nonetheless, despite it all, I'm happy with the piercing because now the side of my head that is shaved has a piercing. (in the photo, top, my new piercing, the bottom photo is my old piercing)
  
  
• Speaking of sunglasses, I've started a week long project of cleaning my room. I say week long because I have a ton of laundry I have to do which I can either get done at 1 in the morning or 6 in the morning - depending on if I want to sleep in or if I want to stay up late (hoorah). Anyways I noticed that my two favourite pairs of sunglasses are broken. I took a picture of me wearing them one last time before trashing them (actually I'm keeping the white ones with the hope I can get them fixed) but I'm in serious mourning over the black aviators. They were pretty rad.
  
  
• We have a holiday Thursday, which is exciting. I don't know what I'm going to do. I go to Paris the next day so maybe just pack and clean and go in the sun, provided the sun is out.
  
  
• Friday we had a staff cleaning day. This meant no computers - except to play music. This meant getting in trouble if you were doing work. This also meant enjoying the day outside for a bit, having a pic nic, complete with catered sandwiches, cake, and a pic nic blanket. Pretty much the best day of work ever. Pretty much should happen all the time.
  
  
• Friday night we went to Electro night at Usine. Originally we were going to go to reggae (which happens to be my moms new favourite past time) but, although I had fun at the last reggae night, I was aching to go to electro (nerd - i like robot music, or just robots). Anyways we didn't stay long, and called it in early and sober. Which was nice, but all our traveling is certainly catching up to us. We can't hack normal weekends. Anyways while I was supposed to be getting ready to go to Usine, or while I was supposed to be cleaning my room - one of the two I'm sure, I got distracted by the neighbours across the street. There is this couple in the apartments opposite me, who are kind of boring. My window looks into their living ("and I spend the afternoon on top of you") The guy is always in grey boxer briefs, his girlfriend is always in a t shirt and pants, and they are usually smoking on the balcony. They have a big gong in their living room and red couches. But they never hit the gong. Sometimes they watch tv or sleep on the couches. Once the guy was doing push ups and I thought he was 'doing' something else. Anyways in comparison to the Asian guy across the street who usually takes photos of himself while on the internet, and who spent 10 minutes yesterday flailing his arms back and forth (exercise or something I'm sure) and who was in a tux getting ready for some big even earlier in the week - in comparison, this couple is pretty boring. But this couple is in full view and everyone can see them. Neha lives on the fifth floor and has an excellent view into their window - so she knows what a bore they are but also how accessible they are. So anyways, Friday while I was supposed to be doing something that didn't involve me being at my window, I looked over and noticed that the guy was doing some strange jerking dance movements in front of the tv while the girlfriend or wife or whoever sat on the couch and idly watched him. I was mildly intrigued, I mean, who just sits there while their loved one has a seizure in their fucking underwear? Their blinds were half closed and so I had to reposition myself and tilt my head to get a better look - when I noticed two white controllers in the guys hands and that he wasn't dancing, he was punching. So it turns out, the boring couple got a Wii. And they like to play in their underwear. Life by the window just got a bit more interesting.
  
  
• Saturday and Sunday were gorgeous - in the 20s. We walked around quite a bit (the EAA girls and Steph), got gelato and such. Steph and I pretty much spent most of Sunday in our rooms, trying to enjoy the weekend and such, but did venture out before it got dark to get more gelato at our favourite place- which had a 15 minute line up...totally worth it though. Mango gelato people, best stuff out there, ever!
  
  
• We wound up at some guys apartment Friday night before going out - we didn't stay long, but were incredibly entertained while there. Lets just say mannequins, wigs, fur coats, and political/fashion debate were all in full force. Thats all I have to say about that.
  
  
• I finally gave a listen to An Horse - very good. Highly suggested to you that you check out 'company'....whoever YOU are.
  
  
• Steph's fiance and sister are coming tomorrow. I'm on the look out for friends to hang out with me and watch Hip Hop Love Story with me. I feel like if Caro or Zach were here, that this would be the point in which one of us said "a wittle wronwry'.
  
  
• I'm still dancing to Cut Copy...alone...in my room... because I'm that cool. "and you can be a love to me, but i was far awaaaay - do do do dodo do dodo do"