...the way to a boy's cock is not by making fun of his musical tastes.
i 'met' this boy. a man actually, he's 32. and we sort of talked about getting together to fuck.
so i was talking with him on msn and we got into a discussion about music. bad move right? buddy has never heard of tom waits. red flag right? TOTALLY!
next big red flag:
michelle: what kind of music DO you listen to then?
boy: hard rock and country
michelle: hard rock?
boy: nick, staind, default, seether, etc...
YIKES!
ok. i am a huge SNOB! this admission made me not want to fuck him. that's terrible. i am a terrible person. A TERRIBLE human being. oh god.
but on the other hand, maybe it's a clue. maybe it's telling me that he lacks creativity or that he's unwilling to step out of the box that some tells him he's suppose to be in.
or, i am just terrible!
god, i need to work on this. and i think my first step will be fucking the nickleback fan.
xxx m.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
resting on smoke alarms
random title? i don't think so...
alright, i don't often review cds or shows on this little bloggy thing here but i am feeling compelled to at THIS EXACT moment!
but get this...i am going to discuss a LIVE show and a cd at the SAME time...you guys are SOOOO effin' lucky..
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere we go!
METRIC
'live it out' (last gang records, 2005)
AND
METRIC live at starlite room, october 25, 2005
in the october 13th issue of vue weekly tyson kaban claims that:
"I knew Metric’s 2003 release, Old World Underground, Where Are You Know? had worn out its welcome when my sister started singing along with “Combat Baby” on my car stereo one day. And when a girl whose musical tastes are exclusively Reba starts mouthing along with Emily Haines’s political diatribes, it was clear the group had ventured into dangerous territory: the mainstream.
Thankfully, their latest album, Live It Out, is just inaccessible enough to keep them on the periphery, where indie music snobs can still safely claim to like them without the fear of their teenage siblings adopting them as their band du jour."
and while i'll be the first to admit that i am an indie snob this is NOT a reason to like an album. 'well, my little sister won't like this so it must be AWESOME!'
i tried really hard to like this album, really hard. i LOVE 'old world underground, where are you now?'. i still listen to it like mad. so in my attempt to fall equally in love with 'live it out' i realised something. 'live it out' is a lazy collection of b-sides to 'old world...'. it isn't a b-side collection but it sure sounds like it. it's a haphazard collection of the tricks that made 'old world...' so great. the sheen is there, the hooks are there, the politics are there but none of them are THERE.
am i sounding vague? what i mean is that while there is nothing expressly wrong with this album it expands and offers nothing in the way of new territory for the band. to me it's a collection of, 'well this worked in the past...' sound and the second time around it doesn't work nearly as well.
same thing with the live show.
last night's show was the first of THREE sold-out shows at edmonton's starlite room.
opening for metric was the most serene republic. they were LOVELY. lush, energetic, FAN-TASTIC! we missed the first band (the lovely feathers) and i decided, in between bands, that it's not all-ages shows that annoy me (i totally love them in fact) it's the girls at all ages shows involving popular bands. only at shows like metric will girls stand in the bathroom and worry about their hair. at a great all-ages punk show the girls will be in the pit right alongside the boys!
back to metric.
i saw metric the first time in 2002 or 2003 when they, and the unicorns, opened for hot hot heat. it was an awesome show. we danced, we sang along, we rocked the fuck out. last night's show was much like how i feel about their album: not terrible but nothing in comparison to their previous stuff. lacklustre is a pretty good word. choreographed is good too. essentially they were resting on their laurels knowing they had an eager crowd at their feet.
i agree with the uber-sexy emily haines when she says 'fight off the lethargy'...take your own advice em.
there were moments last night when i watched the smoke detectors to see if they flashed in time with the bass drum. they did about 42% of the time.
xx m.
alright, i don't often review cds or shows on this little bloggy thing here but i am feeling compelled to at THIS EXACT moment!
but get this...i am going to discuss a LIVE show and a cd at the SAME time...you guys are SOOOO effin' lucky..
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere we go!
METRIC
'live it out' (last gang records, 2005)
AND
METRIC live at starlite room, october 25, 2005
in the october 13th issue of vue weekly tyson kaban claims that:
"I knew Metric’s 2003 release, Old World Underground, Where Are You Know? had worn out its welcome when my sister started singing along with “Combat Baby” on my car stereo one day. And when a girl whose musical tastes are exclusively Reba starts mouthing along with Emily Haines’s political diatribes, it was clear the group had ventured into dangerous territory: the mainstream.
Thankfully, their latest album, Live It Out, is just inaccessible enough to keep them on the periphery, where indie music snobs can still safely claim to like them without the fear of their teenage siblings adopting them as their band du jour."
and while i'll be the first to admit that i am an indie snob this is NOT a reason to like an album. 'well, my little sister won't like this so it must be AWESOME!'
i tried really hard to like this album, really hard. i LOVE 'old world underground, where are you now?'. i still listen to it like mad. so in my attempt to fall equally in love with 'live it out' i realised something. 'live it out' is a lazy collection of b-sides to 'old world...'. it isn't a b-side collection but it sure sounds like it. it's a haphazard collection of the tricks that made 'old world...' so great. the sheen is there, the hooks are there, the politics are there but none of them are THERE.
am i sounding vague? what i mean is that while there is nothing expressly wrong with this album it expands and offers nothing in the way of new territory for the band. to me it's a collection of, 'well this worked in the past...' sound and the second time around it doesn't work nearly as well.
same thing with the live show.
last night's show was the first of THREE sold-out shows at edmonton's starlite room.
opening for metric was the most serene republic. they were LOVELY. lush, energetic, FAN-TASTIC! we missed the first band (the lovely feathers) and i decided, in between bands, that it's not all-ages shows that annoy me (i totally love them in fact) it's the girls at all ages shows involving popular bands. only at shows like metric will girls stand in the bathroom and worry about their hair. at a great all-ages punk show the girls will be in the pit right alongside the boys!
back to metric.
i saw metric the first time in 2002 or 2003 when they, and the unicorns, opened for hot hot heat. it was an awesome show. we danced, we sang along, we rocked the fuck out. last night's show was much like how i feel about their album: not terrible but nothing in comparison to their previous stuff. lacklustre is a pretty good word. choreographed is good too. essentially they were resting on their laurels knowing they had an eager crowd at their feet.
i agree with the uber-sexy emily haines when she says 'fight off the lethargy'...take your own advice em.
there were moments last night when i watched the smoke detectors to see if they flashed in time with the bass drum. they did about 42% of the time.
xx m.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
girls are terrible people
so my little sister (rachel) has this friend called jessica*. she is a terrible fucking cunt of a girl.
upon first appearence she seems like a nice enough girl. it's an ACT!
on monday, wednesday and friday she picks my sister up for school and (without fail) wakes me up in the process talking at nightclub volume about how much money she has or how annoyed she is because she couldn't take the mercedes that morning...ASSHAT!
so yesterday morning she comes to fetch rachel and wakes me up in the process. in the car from my house to the university she proceeds to whine about how
'there's this boy! he's so cute and i really like him. he doesn't seem to like me. i am so depressed. i have never been in this situation. they always like me...i ALWAYS get to reject them!...'
at this point i'd be done. that would be all i could handle. i would tell her to stop whining and kick her in the teeth. but no, she doesn't stop there. she looks directly at my sister and says, with full conviction:
'rachel, how do you deal with boys not liking you? aren't you depressed all the time?'
if i hadn't kicked her in the teeth before that i certainly would have at that point. that little cuntface is NEVER coming back in my house. EVER!
girls are terrible!
xxx m.
* yep. jessica is her real name. i am calling the bitch out!
upon first appearence she seems like a nice enough girl. it's an ACT!
on monday, wednesday and friday she picks my sister up for school and (without fail) wakes me up in the process talking at nightclub volume about how much money she has or how annoyed she is because she couldn't take the mercedes that morning...ASSHAT!
so yesterday morning she comes to fetch rachel and wakes me up in the process. in the car from my house to the university she proceeds to whine about how
'there's this boy! he's so cute and i really like him. he doesn't seem to like me. i am so depressed. i have never been in this situation. they always like me...i ALWAYS get to reject them!...'
at this point i'd be done. that would be all i could handle. i would tell her to stop whining and kick her in the teeth. but no, she doesn't stop there. she looks directly at my sister and says, with full conviction:
'rachel, how do you deal with boys not liking you? aren't you depressed all the time?'
if i hadn't kicked her in the teeth before that i certainly would have at that point. that little cuntface is NEVER coming back in my house. EVER!
girls are terrible!
xxx m.
* yep. jessica is her real name. i am calling the bitch out!
Sunday, October 23, 2005
adult friends
friday night led me to two things:
1) i am NOT an adult (and that's awesome)
2) lavalife stinks!
1) so i go out to my friend kyla's house in the deep, deep south. we're talking end of calgary trail off ellerslie here...DEEP south! anyways, kyla is making chocolate truffles and so she invites me over...YUMMY! so i go over after dinner with my mom and not only is kyla there. also there are laura (who i'll get to later) and lindsay and jacquie. i have known all these girls, save for jacquie, since i moved to edmonton in 1988. that's a long-ass time! so we're chatting and we get on the subject of boyfriends and living and all those things girls talk about. both these girls: lindsay and jacquie own property (condos) cars and have serious, long term relationships. kyla owns a car and a boyfriend and is about to enter the market for some property.
talking to these girls and listening to them talk about furniture i start to wonder if perhaps somewhere i went wrong. if somewhere i made a wrong turn and forgot to do something. like maybe if after high school i'd made the decision to do my poli sci. degree and then go to law school i'd also own and condo and be the next-best-thing to married. maybe...
but then they start asking me about my life. about throwing money away on rent and getting tattooed and going to shows and random hook-ups (not as if there are a lot of them but there are a few...) and as they sat there with judgement in their eyes i realised, somewhere mid quarter life crisis that i am pretty fucking happy with the way things have turned out. the random hook-ups i've had haven't been that random and they've been great. i love where i live and i love my tattoos. i pretty much love what i have in my life...
sure, things aren't perfect. they never are. notice i didn't mention the boyfriend thing, nor am i going to...but i am generally pretty a-ok with the way things are going.
generally...
2) lavalife totally sucks (and this is where laura comes in). in discussion about boyfriends and the like we discovered that laura had been using lavalife to meet people. this is cool. whatever works. we live in the age of the internet...i don't judge. anyways, my adult friends go off on how if they were still 'single at 25' (gasp) that the internet might be a good place to look for love. SINGLE AT 25? what the fuck?
anyways, laura is really INSANE and literally the MOST judgemental person i have ever met (even more than me!) and apparently she's met like 4 or 5 pretty cool boys a la lavalife.
i got home around midnight and out of curiosity i decided to check out lavalife. now, in order to check it out you have to sign up. i was curious so i did...
LAVALIFE MAKES ME LOOK BORING!!
when you fill out your profile you have to fill out one of those interest surveys. a lot of people have a lot of interests on lavalife. i have three: reading, music, cultural events. that's dumb! i like more than three things and cultural events is very vague.
the thing is there are a million interest catagories but they are all related to sports or outdoor things. i am not much for sports. and not only are there tonnes of sports options there is survey where you get to choose whether you watch or participate...there are A LOT of cultural events that i both watch or participate...there aren't boxes for those choices.
so, lavalife makes me look boring and no e-boys are going to want to date me.
and also kids, there are no boxes where i can check 'impeccable taste in music is a MUST'
xxx m.
1) i am NOT an adult (and that's awesome)
2) lavalife stinks!
1) so i go out to my friend kyla's house in the deep, deep south. we're talking end of calgary trail off ellerslie here...DEEP south! anyways, kyla is making chocolate truffles and so she invites me over...YUMMY! so i go over after dinner with my mom and not only is kyla there. also there are laura (who i'll get to later) and lindsay and jacquie. i have known all these girls, save for jacquie, since i moved to edmonton in 1988. that's a long-ass time! so we're chatting and we get on the subject of boyfriends and living and all those things girls talk about. both these girls: lindsay and jacquie own property (condos) cars and have serious, long term relationships. kyla owns a car and a boyfriend and is about to enter the market for some property.
talking to these girls and listening to them talk about furniture i start to wonder if perhaps somewhere i went wrong. if somewhere i made a wrong turn and forgot to do something. like maybe if after high school i'd made the decision to do my poli sci. degree and then go to law school i'd also own and condo and be the next-best-thing to married. maybe...
but then they start asking me about my life. about throwing money away on rent and getting tattooed and going to shows and random hook-ups (not as if there are a lot of them but there are a few...) and as they sat there with judgement in their eyes i realised, somewhere mid quarter life crisis that i am pretty fucking happy with the way things have turned out. the random hook-ups i've had haven't been that random and they've been great. i love where i live and i love my tattoos. i pretty much love what i have in my life...
sure, things aren't perfect. they never are. notice i didn't mention the boyfriend thing, nor am i going to...but i am generally pretty a-ok with the way things are going.
generally...
2) lavalife totally sucks (and this is where laura comes in). in discussion about boyfriends and the like we discovered that laura had been using lavalife to meet people. this is cool. whatever works. we live in the age of the internet...i don't judge. anyways, my adult friends go off on how if they were still 'single at 25' (gasp) that the internet might be a good place to look for love. SINGLE AT 25? what the fuck?
anyways, laura is really INSANE and literally the MOST judgemental person i have ever met (even more than me!) and apparently she's met like 4 or 5 pretty cool boys a la lavalife.
i got home around midnight and out of curiosity i decided to check out lavalife. now, in order to check it out you have to sign up. i was curious so i did...
LAVALIFE MAKES ME LOOK BORING!!
when you fill out your profile you have to fill out one of those interest surveys. a lot of people have a lot of interests on lavalife. i have three: reading, music, cultural events. that's dumb! i like more than three things and cultural events is very vague.
the thing is there are a million interest catagories but they are all related to sports or outdoor things. i am not much for sports. and not only are there tonnes of sports options there is survey where you get to choose whether you watch or participate...there are A LOT of cultural events that i both watch or participate...there aren't boxes for those choices.
so, lavalife makes me look boring and no e-boys are going to want to date me.
and also kids, there are no boxes where i can check 'impeccable taste in music is a MUST'
xxx m.
Friday, October 21, 2005
the tattoo saga pt.10
alrighty kids.
FINALLY got the outlining done on my sleeve last night. afterwards i felt like i'd been fucked so hard i couldn't remember my name. that definately isn't a bad thing.
i went in there at 4pm. johnny was ready for me about 4:30pm and at 5 we were onto the tattooing. it hurt, i'm not gonna lie. by the end it hurt A LOT! we did all the stuff that was on the stencil and then johnny needed to freehand draw a bunch of stuff. by the time we got to that part it was almost 8 and i was exhausted. the last line when on at around 8:10pm. INSANE! i was soooo tired.
so it looks fan-fucking-tastic! i am so happy and can't wait to see it all filled in with colour and the lines all perfect!
here are some photos for your enjoyment! please feel free to tell me how awesome it looks! :D
all the design and tattooing work was done by johnny at urge2 studios in edmonton, alberta.
photos are MINE! don't steal 'em!
xxx michelle.
FINALLY got the outlining done on my sleeve last night. afterwards i felt like i'd been fucked so hard i couldn't remember my name. that definately isn't a bad thing.
i went in there at 4pm. johnny was ready for me about 4:30pm and at 5 we were onto the tattooing. it hurt, i'm not gonna lie. by the end it hurt A LOT! we did all the stuff that was on the stencil and then johnny needed to freehand draw a bunch of stuff. by the time we got to that part it was almost 8 and i was exhausted. the last line when on at around 8:10pm. INSANE! i was soooo tired.
so it looks fan-fucking-tastic! i am so happy and can't wait to see it all filled in with colour and the lines all perfect!
here are some photos for your enjoyment! please feel free to tell me how awesome it looks! :D
all the design and tattooing work was done by johnny at urge2 studios in edmonton, alberta.
photos are MINE! don't steal 'em!
xxx michelle.
the cure for a hangover...
so i had this whole huge post here and when i came back and re-read it made me sound sort of weird...
so i edited it but still felt compelled to tell y'all i edited it!
ha ha!
so i edited it but still felt compelled to tell y'all i edited it!
ha ha!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
six years
dear readers,
there are some things that should be noted about my drinking habits.
a) they are fairly sporadic. i am not a drinker. it's just nothing something i have put my heart and soul into since high school.
b) i am a CHEAP drunk. 4 beers and i am embarassing.
c) i have not puked as a result of overconsumption since my 18th birthday. for those of you who are counting that's slightly more than 6 years and 5 weeks.
until last night.
it has now been eight hours since i puked from over consumption and in my cheap-ass case all it takes to make me puke is a pitcher...apparently that isn't a lot.
it had been a while since i'd seen charles so we decided to go for drinks last night. usually that means a couple of beers. when i arrived there was already a pitcher on the table. i miss charles and he's one of the few people i don't mind 'talking shop' with. so we drink and chat about our 'art' and be all pretentious. which is extra funny because we're at garneau pub so pretense is extra pretentious there...an hour or so into things and we're on our second pitcher when tara arrives. tara is awesome! her and charles used to work together at julio's so they talked about that for a while and to fend off my boredom i just drank and drank and drank. i was feeling ok.
we left at one and garneau is three straight blocks from my house. if you walk east three blocks and never turn you will find my house. it took me 25 minutes to walk home.
i came home, passed out and 3 hours later i woke up and puked for a long time. it was bad. i didn't cry like i usually do but i wanted to. i also wanted my mom.
i am not at work today! my body hates me this afternoon so i will do some work and some laundry and chillaxe.
or whine on the couch...whatever takes less effort.
m.
there are some things that should be noted about my drinking habits.
a) they are fairly sporadic. i am not a drinker. it's just nothing something i have put my heart and soul into since high school.
b) i am a CHEAP drunk. 4 beers and i am embarassing.
c) i have not puked as a result of overconsumption since my 18th birthday. for those of you who are counting that's slightly more than 6 years and 5 weeks.
until last night.
it has now been eight hours since i puked from over consumption and in my cheap-ass case all it takes to make me puke is a pitcher...apparently that isn't a lot.
it had been a while since i'd seen charles so we decided to go for drinks last night. usually that means a couple of beers. when i arrived there was already a pitcher on the table. i miss charles and he's one of the few people i don't mind 'talking shop' with. so we drink and chat about our 'art' and be all pretentious. which is extra funny because we're at garneau pub so pretense is extra pretentious there...an hour or so into things and we're on our second pitcher when tara arrives. tara is awesome! her and charles used to work together at julio's so they talked about that for a while and to fend off my boredom i just drank and drank and drank. i was feeling ok.
we left at one and garneau is three straight blocks from my house. if you walk east three blocks and never turn you will find my house. it took me 25 minutes to walk home.
i came home, passed out and 3 hours later i woke up and puked for a long time. it was bad. i didn't cry like i usually do but i wanted to. i also wanted my mom.
i am not at work today! my body hates me this afternoon so i will do some work and some laundry and chillaxe.
or whine on the couch...whatever takes less effort.
m.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
ouch...
i don't EVER want to go on an elliptical trainer EVER again.
my hamstrings hurt...A LOT.
stupid walking and standing and sitting!
my hamstrings hurt...A LOT.
stupid walking and standing and sitting!
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
fitness brigade.
my life is sort of feeling reminiscent of one of my favourite simpson's moments EVER...
homer is humiliated once again because his lack of inshape-ness and decides that inorder to make bart proud of him he'll go running. as he's running he passes a sign that says
GYM
he reads...GIME (rhymes with time) and is confused.
homer: gime? what's a gime?
so he enters the building...
homer: oh, a gime
it's funny.
anyways, i went back to the gime yesterday. signed my life and fat cells away hoping for a whole 'new' michelle.
i hate the gym. i always have. i hate that the gym seems to be this place that is designed to make you BETTER. and yes, being healthy is better but that isn't the better i am referring to. i mean the better as in 'the more conventionally attractive (ie: thin) you are, the better you are as a person'.
now, i am sure that you're all jumping on the bandwagon to argue with me but hear me out for a second. when you sign up at club fit you're asked to fill out a little "circle all that apply" type survey about what you expect and would like to gain from excercise. there are things on that list that would defined as 'social benefits'...making new friends, looking better, etc. which aren't immediately bad. i mean, i wouldn't mind bonding with some equally awesome person at the gym but that isn't why i am there. the gym reeks of 'social benefit'. i felt like the girl signing me up was always three seconds away from asking me if there was a boy i couldn't wait to turn down once i was thin and hot...GAWD!
further proof of this 'more attractive' ethos the gym seems to have is not only the presence of a tanning salon but they give you coupons for tanning. wicked! now, i can go give myself cancer at a discounted rate in order to appeal to some ridiculous muscle bound, moronic investment banker...i can hardly wait!
ok. i'm being unfair...sort of. no, i'm not. here's the thing. i am starting this exercise thing as a way to be healthier, not be more attractive. i am being health shallow... i am not skinny. i am fully aware of the fact that i need to lose weight and guess what, excerise helps with that! but, i am also AWESOME! skinny or not! and if you don't like me know, if you don't think i am an awesome PERSON then fuck you and if i happen to lose 30lbs and you then decide i am awesome...FUCK YOU MORE! it's not about that.
i guess i just wish all that shit didn't matter. i mean, no matter what i look like, or have looked like (there have been a lot of weight/hair colour fluctuations over the years) i have always been pretty consistent in what i looked for in a person and as far as general attractiveness goes i am pretty proud to say that i am not all that shallow on the looks front. however, i am TOTALLY shallow in other ways; for example, i will NOT date a boy who is stupid or who has bad taste in music (and both intellegence and musical tastes are based on MY standards...). that makes it hard to date me because i'm smart and a music snob. generally, there are few people who are worth my time.
i know what you're thinking, 'but michelle, you're a crush slut! you always have a crush on like 11 people' and that's true but ask me how many of them i would actually want to spend a sunday afternoon with...ONE. ONE of like a 5 or 6. and even that's probably not going to happen.
tangent over.
i guess all this gym, excerise, 'new' michelle thing that i have been going on about has made me think of my body and of attractiveness and all that shit. my wish is certainly utopian. i wish that the gym was exclusively about health but the presence of small clothes and a tanning salon convinces me otherwise. i don't know...hot abs or not, i'd like to be loved and thought of as attractive for ME. for just me...god! utopia really is naive.
p.s. this post isn't a call for compliments. i am not looking for people to tell me i'm awesome. i know i'm awesome! i'm just thinking outloud and curious. please still comment and please still tell me i'm awesome but please be aware that that isn't what i am asking for! xo.
homer is humiliated once again because his lack of inshape-ness and decides that inorder to make bart proud of him he'll go running. as he's running he passes a sign that says
GYM
he reads...GIME (rhymes with time) and is confused.
homer: gime? what's a gime?
so he enters the building...
homer: oh, a gime
it's funny.
anyways, i went back to the gime yesterday. signed my life and fat cells away hoping for a whole 'new' michelle.
i hate the gym. i always have. i hate that the gym seems to be this place that is designed to make you BETTER. and yes, being healthy is better but that isn't the better i am referring to. i mean the better as in 'the more conventionally attractive (ie: thin) you are, the better you are as a person'.
now, i am sure that you're all jumping on the bandwagon to argue with me but hear me out for a second. when you sign up at club fit you're asked to fill out a little "circle all that apply" type survey about what you expect and would like to gain from excercise. there are things on that list that would defined as 'social benefits'...making new friends, looking better, etc. which aren't immediately bad. i mean, i wouldn't mind bonding with some equally awesome person at the gym but that isn't why i am there. the gym reeks of 'social benefit'. i felt like the girl signing me up was always three seconds away from asking me if there was a boy i couldn't wait to turn down once i was thin and hot...GAWD!
further proof of this 'more attractive' ethos the gym seems to have is not only the presence of a tanning salon but they give you coupons for tanning. wicked! now, i can go give myself cancer at a discounted rate in order to appeal to some ridiculous muscle bound, moronic investment banker...i can hardly wait!
ok. i'm being unfair...sort of. no, i'm not. here's the thing. i am starting this exercise thing as a way to be healthier, not be more attractive. i am being health shallow... i am not skinny. i am fully aware of the fact that i need to lose weight and guess what, excerise helps with that! but, i am also AWESOME! skinny or not! and if you don't like me know, if you don't think i am an awesome PERSON then fuck you and if i happen to lose 30lbs and you then decide i am awesome...FUCK YOU MORE! it's not about that.
i guess i just wish all that shit didn't matter. i mean, no matter what i look like, or have looked like (there have been a lot of weight/hair colour fluctuations over the years) i have always been pretty consistent in what i looked for in a person and as far as general attractiveness goes i am pretty proud to say that i am not all that shallow on the looks front. however, i am TOTALLY shallow in other ways; for example, i will NOT date a boy who is stupid or who has bad taste in music (and both intellegence and musical tastes are based on MY standards...). that makes it hard to date me because i'm smart and a music snob. generally, there are few people who are worth my time.
i know what you're thinking, 'but michelle, you're a crush slut! you always have a crush on like 11 people' and that's true but ask me how many of them i would actually want to spend a sunday afternoon with...ONE. ONE of like a 5 or 6. and even that's probably not going to happen.
tangent over.
i guess all this gym, excerise, 'new' michelle thing that i have been going on about has made me think of my body and of attractiveness and all that shit. my wish is certainly utopian. i wish that the gym was exclusively about health but the presence of small clothes and a tanning salon convinces me otherwise. i don't know...hot abs or not, i'd like to be loved and thought of as attractive for ME. for just me...god! utopia really is naive.
p.s. this post isn't a call for compliments. i am not looking for people to tell me i'm awesome. i know i'm awesome! i'm just thinking outloud and curious. please still comment and please still tell me i'm awesome but please be aware that that isn't what i am asking for! xo.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
get on board!
alright boys,
i have rededicated myself to myself. i have made a choice to take good care of myself both emotionally and physically. this means that i am working out again. this means that soon enough i am going to be HOT! ripped, thin and hot!
get on board while you can boys. make me fall in love with you now so i don't leave you when i'm skinny and HOT.
oh and girls...i'd suggest you make me love you now too because once i am HOT i will abandon you for hotter friends...we need surround ourselves with our own y'know.
;)
m.
i have rededicated myself to myself. i have made a choice to take good care of myself both emotionally and physically. this means that i am working out again. this means that soon enough i am going to be HOT! ripped, thin and hot!
get on board while you can boys. make me fall in love with you now so i don't leave you when i'm skinny and HOT.
oh and girls...i'd suggest you make me love you now too because once i am HOT i will abandon you for hotter friends...we need surround ourselves with our own y'know.
;)
m.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
and finally...
...my 210th post! can you believe it!
RIDICULOUS!
instead of talking about myself i have decided to dedicate this post to the lovely jeff. he and his band (leaving juneau) have recently completed their debut record; and they aren't pussying out and just doing a little 4-song EP...on no, this is a FULL LENGTH!
so, i suggest you take 7.5 minutes out of your day, or better yet, while your spending your time looking at e-porn open up the link i am about to give you and rescore your porn with some lovely indierock.
JUST LISTEN TO THE SONGS! YOU'LL THANK ME!
so, click here for 'leaving juneau' mp3s!
the album, 'get out of the weather' comes out in november. i'd better see all your sparkling faces at the aa cd release!
what are you waiting for?
oh, and after you hear and love these songs there is a permanent link over there on the side.
xo michelle.
p.s. i updated all my links (finally) and they're ALL EDMONTON! ALL THE TIME! so check out those bands and those labels and those theatre companies...if your taste is as good as mine you'll be glad you did.
RIDICULOUS!
instead of talking about myself i have decided to dedicate this post to the lovely jeff. he and his band (leaving juneau) have recently completed their debut record; and they aren't pussying out and just doing a little 4-song EP...on no, this is a FULL LENGTH!
so, i suggest you take 7.5 minutes out of your day, or better yet, while your spending your time looking at e-porn open up the link i am about to give you and rescore your porn with some lovely indierock.
JUST LISTEN TO THE SONGS! YOU'LL THANK ME!
so, click here for 'leaving juneau' mp3s!
the album, 'get out of the weather' comes out in november. i'd better see all your sparkling faces at the aa cd release!
what are you waiting for?
oh, and after you hear and love these songs there is a permanent link over there on the side.
xo michelle.
p.s. i updated all my links (finally) and they're ALL EDMONTON! ALL THE TIME! so check out those bands and those labels and those theatre companies...if your taste is as good as mine you'll be glad you did.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
you're it!
i've been tagged by thomas and as a result i MUST obey.
a dream quiz:
1. if money were no object, what would you be doing with your life?
making sure no one wanted for anything. dancing under the stars on every continent. swimming with sharks in every ocean. falling in love and kissing boys all over the world.
oh, and i'd totally become the world's greatest groupie. i'd go on complete tours with my favourite bands.
2. money is just that-an object, so why aren't you doing it?
i am waiting on someone to buy me a plane. and i try to make people happy. i do what i can for those i care about when i can. i just hope i do it well.
3. what's better: horses or cows?
cows. i'm irrationally afraid of horses. cows are probably scarier but that's why it's sort of irrational.
4. what do you think the secret to happiness is?
good friends, good family, good wine and good music...and just doing what you love, regardless of the reward.
5. when was the last time that you had a dream that you either remember well or did not want to awake from? can you share a bit?
the other night i dreamt that i was packing toiletries for a camping trip. specifically, i remember walking into the bathroom and getting my toothbrush, toothpaste and some toilet paper. then i went into my room to get bandaids and polysporin for scraped knees.
the weird thing is when i woke up in the morning to put a bandage and some polysporin on my scraped knee they were not where i had left them the night before but where i had put them in my dream. true story.
6. when you were a little kid what did you want to be when you grew up?
over the course of my childhood i distinctly remember wanting to be three things:
a) a hologram (from jem and the holograms) b) a lawyer and c) courtney love.
7. complete this statement, 'love is...'
'...being the first to cum'
(from a book of surrealist love poetry by andre breton)
8. can you tell a good story? (write one)
it's friday night. my ironic haircut, hoodie and i all head out to see a show. i am doing well. saying hi to who i should be saying hi to, avoiding all the right people. we stake our place on the floor. close enough to the stage to enjoy but not too close (god forbid we look too keen just yet...). soon, i have to pee. waiting for my falafel earlier meant a lot of water consumed. so i begin the trek to the washroom. i swagger confidently in my appropriately clever shoes towards the bathroom. i know he'll see me as i pass. i decide i'll speak on my way back from the bathroom. four steps.
i make it up three. the fourth is trickier. i trip on the edge, i tumble but don't fall. it was close. i was *this* close to falling. i recover, pretend it didn't happen. i hear people laugh. i sluff off my confident swagger and all but run to the bathroom. i avoid eye contact on my way back. i look down the whole way back and even the skulls on my shoes are laughing at me.
so much for trying so hard to be cool.
9. can you remember your last daydream? what was it about?
yes, but i'd rather not say.
10. if you were to thank someone today, who would you thank?
i'd thank my mom for a nice evening and for teaching me so much about myself everytime i see her.
and i'd thank you for being a friend. all of you.
so now i have to tag people...
i tag: jeff, llewellyn and aaron
do it!
happy canadian tofurkey day!
michelle
a dream quiz:
1. if money were no object, what would you be doing with your life?
making sure no one wanted for anything. dancing under the stars on every continent. swimming with sharks in every ocean. falling in love and kissing boys all over the world.
oh, and i'd totally become the world's greatest groupie. i'd go on complete tours with my favourite bands.
2. money is just that-an object, so why aren't you doing it?
i am waiting on someone to buy me a plane. and i try to make people happy. i do what i can for those i care about when i can. i just hope i do it well.
3. what's better: horses or cows?
cows. i'm irrationally afraid of horses. cows are probably scarier but that's why it's sort of irrational.
4. what do you think the secret to happiness is?
good friends, good family, good wine and good music...and just doing what you love, regardless of the reward.
5. when was the last time that you had a dream that you either remember well or did not want to awake from? can you share a bit?
the other night i dreamt that i was packing toiletries for a camping trip. specifically, i remember walking into the bathroom and getting my toothbrush, toothpaste and some toilet paper. then i went into my room to get bandaids and polysporin for scraped knees.
the weird thing is when i woke up in the morning to put a bandage and some polysporin on my scraped knee they were not where i had left them the night before but where i had put them in my dream. true story.
6. when you were a little kid what did you want to be when you grew up?
over the course of my childhood i distinctly remember wanting to be three things:
a) a hologram (from jem and the holograms) b) a lawyer and c) courtney love.
7. complete this statement, 'love is...'
'...being the first to cum'
(from a book of surrealist love poetry by andre breton)
8. can you tell a good story? (write one)
it's friday night. my ironic haircut, hoodie and i all head out to see a show. i am doing well. saying hi to who i should be saying hi to, avoiding all the right people. we stake our place on the floor. close enough to the stage to enjoy but not too close (god forbid we look too keen just yet...). soon, i have to pee. waiting for my falafel earlier meant a lot of water consumed. so i begin the trek to the washroom. i swagger confidently in my appropriately clever shoes towards the bathroom. i know he'll see me as i pass. i decide i'll speak on my way back from the bathroom. four steps.
i make it up three. the fourth is trickier. i trip on the edge, i tumble but don't fall. it was close. i was *this* close to falling. i recover, pretend it didn't happen. i hear people laugh. i sluff off my confident swagger and all but run to the bathroom. i avoid eye contact on my way back. i look down the whole way back and even the skulls on my shoes are laughing at me.
so much for trying so hard to be cool.
9. can you remember your last daydream? what was it about?
yes, but i'd rather not say.
10. if you were to thank someone today, who would you thank?
i'd thank my mom for a nice evening and for teaching me so much about myself everytime i see her.
and i'd thank you for being a friend. all of you.
so now i have to tag people...
i tag: jeff, llewellyn and aaron
do it!
happy canadian tofurkey day!
michelle
Saturday, October 08, 2005
spandex dance.
listening to the radio on sunday afternoon.
i hear a song by someone called cornelius. two weeks ago i would have shit myself over it. today it makes me want to firebomb the guy's laptop. i am SO done with electronic music right now.
all it makes me think of it middle-income-middle-aged women doing aerobics in shiny late 80s spandex clothes.
in fact, i am specifically reminded of my old house in ontario and the early years in edmonton. my mom used to do aerobics. she'd tape it off the television at like 5:30am and then do it later on in the day. that was in the days when she stayed home with us. she wore this blue and white striped spandex leotard/tights combo.
...maybe i don't want to firebomb cornelius' laptop afterall.
i hear a song by someone called cornelius. two weeks ago i would have shit myself over it. today it makes me want to firebomb the guy's laptop. i am SO done with electronic music right now.
all it makes me think of it middle-income-middle-aged women doing aerobics in shiny late 80s spandex clothes.
in fact, i am specifically reminded of my old house in ontario and the early years in edmonton. my mom used to do aerobics. she'd tape it off the television at like 5:30am and then do it later on in the day. that was in the days when she stayed home with us. she wore this blue and white striped spandex leotard/tights combo.
...maybe i don't want to firebomb cornelius' laptop afterall.
Friday, October 07, 2005
it's almost bed time...
have you noticed that the titles of these entries almost always begin with ellipses...hmmm.
i suppose it's just further proof of my abuse of them.
god, i'm tired. it's 11:41pm and i am tired. this week went slowly. it was boring. i mean, my evenings were filled well but my days were some of the most boring in recent memory. fall and winter are never good at work, people don't buy/get their cars detailed in the winter and if no one is detailing no one is calling me.
i met someone tonight. someone whom i'd never met but who reads this bloggy thing. that's odd, meeting someone whom i know nothing about but knows A LOT of emo-tastic details about me. anyways, hello 'carmen'? do you like 'carmen'...i was also thinking druscilla...i think i'll go with druscilla...just for the mystery.
so, welcome druscilla. it was nice to meet you. wasn't miss leslie fiest a treasure?
yeah, fiest was awesome! she sings like an angel and rocks the fuck out! she has a metal spirit and she can play that fucking guitar better than a lot of people. it was grande. it was also nice to spend an evening with thomas and louise, two lovely folks whom i see far too little of. we should have falafels and get stoned more often.
fuck this shit. i'm tired. it's 11:50 and i am going to bed. lame? maybe, but who gives a shit my body rarely wants to sleep so i am going to indulge it.
xxx.
i suppose it's just further proof of my abuse of them.
god, i'm tired. it's 11:41pm and i am tired. this week went slowly. it was boring. i mean, my evenings were filled well but my days were some of the most boring in recent memory. fall and winter are never good at work, people don't buy/get their cars detailed in the winter and if no one is detailing no one is calling me.
i met someone tonight. someone whom i'd never met but who reads this bloggy thing. that's odd, meeting someone whom i know nothing about but knows A LOT of emo-tastic details about me. anyways, hello 'carmen'? do you like 'carmen'...i was also thinking druscilla...i think i'll go with druscilla...just for the mystery.
so, welcome druscilla. it was nice to meet you. wasn't miss leslie fiest a treasure?
yeah, fiest was awesome! she sings like an angel and rocks the fuck out! she has a metal spirit and she can play that fucking guitar better than a lot of people. it was grande. it was also nice to spend an evening with thomas and louise, two lovely folks whom i see far too little of. we should have falafels and get stoned more often.
fuck this shit. i'm tired. it's 11:50 and i am going to bed. lame? maybe, but who gives a shit my body rarely wants to sleep so i am going to indulge it.
xxx.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
this ain't no hipster shit...
so i am a little behind the times. i heard this record last year and finally got around to buying it today...anyways,
la maison de mon reves
CocoRosie.
touch and go.
2004.
C'EST PARFAIT!
it's like they were possessed by little circus demons who made them make all kinds of spectacularly spectacular noises that are entirely perfect and exist in perfect juxtaposition to their immaculate voices. it's just...immaculate.
i'm being redundant, i know, but i am so struck by how stunning this album is. i'm glad everything isn't this good, how would i ever be surprised for the first time every time...
get this fucking album!
la maison de mon reves
CocoRosie.
touch and go.
2004.
C'EST PARFAIT!
it's like they were possessed by little circus demons who made them make all kinds of spectacularly spectacular noises that are entirely perfect and exist in perfect juxtaposition to their immaculate voices. it's just...immaculate.
i'm being redundant, i know, but i am so struck by how stunning this album is. i'm glad everything isn't this good, how would i ever be surprised for the first time every time...
get this fucking album!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
after giving it some thought...
...i realised i am insane.
i didn't delete the last post just so i could have a secure and valid copy of my insanity but yeah...
a clearer outlook after a little bit of sleep.
jeez...
i didn't delete the last post just so i could have a secure and valid copy of my insanity but yeah...
a clearer outlook after a little bit of sleep.
jeez...
"the longest shadow ever cast..."
i feel like i have been lying to you a little bit.
things have been pretty much not good this past week and i feel like i am being dishonest with myself and by extention you, the collective you, the internet you.
i got some bad news and it's eating me up inside. a lot. my heart is broken again and this time it isn't broken by love but by fear.
someone close to me is having a hard time right now and there isn't anything i can do about it. i don't even really know how he's doing. for all i know...well...
anyways, i'm scared. so fucking petrified every second of the day.
in some ways i am SO mad at him for telling me. god, we're so far apart, what can i do. i can't call everyday. i can't call at all. things are so odd between us. i have no idea where we stand.
i can't say, 'please...i love you.' we aren't at that place and love doesn't mean what it used to for me with him. at some point it feels redundant to explain the difference between loving someone and being in love with them. i just wish i could say, 'i love you' and have it mean nothing more than that. that i care about him and want him to be happy or at least setting himself on a path towards happiness.
i ran out to the car just now to get some music. death cab. it reminds me of someone. someone who i have planted a lot of this shit on recently. i appreciate it. i didn't say it. i feel sort of stupid saying it. but thank you. knowing that i can email you at 2am is comforting. seriously, thank you.
the sound quality on my computer leaves a lot to be desired but the effect is there. the lyrics are doing for me what they're meant to...
i'm fucking sick of crying. i just wish things always worked out. that i would have woken up this morning knowing that he was ok. that i will see him at christmas. that he'll hug me. that the possibility of getting lost for a few days together remains. that i'll cry when he heads back east. but now i'm just crying because east is another world away; a world i can't reach.
fuck...
"i wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time"
things have been pretty much not good this past week and i feel like i am being dishonest with myself and by extention you, the collective you, the internet you.
i got some bad news and it's eating me up inside. a lot. my heart is broken again and this time it isn't broken by love but by fear.
someone close to me is having a hard time right now and there isn't anything i can do about it. i don't even really know how he's doing. for all i know...well...
anyways, i'm scared. so fucking petrified every second of the day.
in some ways i am SO mad at him for telling me. god, we're so far apart, what can i do. i can't call everyday. i can't call at all. things are so odd between us. i have no idea where we stand.
i can't say, 'please...i love you.' we aren't at that place and love doesn't mean what it used to for me with him. at some point it feels redundant to explain the difference between loving someone and being in love with them. i just wish i could say, 'i love you' and have it mean nothing more than that. that i care about him and want him to be happy or at least setting himself on a path towards happiness.
i ran out to the car just now to get some music. death cab. it reminds me of someone. someone who i have planted a lot of this shit on recently. i appreciate it. i didn't say it. i feel sort of stupid saying it. but thank you. knowing that i can email you at 2am is comforting. seriously, thank you.
the sound quality on my computer leaves a lot to be desired but the effect is there. the lyrics are doing for me what they're meant to...
i'm fucking sick of crying. i just wish things always worked out. that i would have woken up this morning knowing that he was ok. that i will see him at christmas. that he'll hug me. that the possibility of getting lost for a few days together remains. that i'll cry when he heads back east. but now i'm just crying because east is another world away; a world i can't reach.
fuck...
"i wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time"
Monday, October 03, 2005
dear humanity
dear stupid humans,
STOP FUCKING WITH ME!
seriously, please.
i didn't want to beg but it's starting to look like i might have to.
if you're stupid, and you know who you are, don't fucking call or email me. i can't help you.
i've said it before i can guarantee i'll say it again:
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME I CAN'T HELP YOU GET IT.
so before you call (or email) me looking for something know what it is you want. i am not psychic.
oh, and if you call me one day and tell me you want something and you know what that something is i am not going to be impressed if i put five hours of work into the thing you said you needed and then you call me the next day and tell me i got it wrong.
guess what? I didn't get it wrong. YOU did. i did what i was told. what YOU told me you wanted done.
the most annoying thing about this is that i could have spent those five hours of my precious time wasting time on something far more fun...like updating my blog or myspace profile.
fuck you stupid lady! seriously!
xxx
michelle.
STOP FUCKING WITH ME!
seriously, please.
i didn't want to beg but it's starting to look like i might have to.
if you're stupid, and you know who you are, don't fucking call or email me. i can't help you.
i've said it before i can guarantee i'll say it again:
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME I CAN'T HELP YOU GET IT.
so before you call (or email) me looking for something know what it is you want. i am not psychic.
oh, and if you call me one day and tell me you want something and you know what that something is i am not going to be impressed if i put five hours of work into the thing you said you needed and then you call me the next day and tell me i got it wrong.
guess what? I didn't get it wrong. YOU did. i did what i was told. what YOU told me you wanted done.
the most annoying thing about this is that i could have spent those five hours of my precious time wasting time on something far more fun...like updating my blog or myspace profile.
fuck you stupid lady! seriously!
xxx
michelle.
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