"Wow, that dinner smells good. Let me guess... meat?"

For the past three days, when I am not hitting the pavement and e-mailing vast amounts of resumes out, I have been watching the extra features and commentaries on my dvd collection. It's a strange way to spend my time. Particularly, because in a lot of the commentary on the Freaks and Geeks collection is spent going "what crazy fans listen to us muck on about nothing? GET A BLOODY LIFE TO ANYONE WHO IS LISTENING TO THIS" thanks Judd Apatow, John Daley, and Martin Starr - kisses to you, too. (PS marry me John Daley?)

I love listening to how the writers came up with story ideas for the show/movie. How the sets are designed and how the location is a lie. A giant looking school is really only 2 hallways, a stairwell, and one classroom that they just redesign for each scene to be math, science, shop, etc. I am fascinated by each little secret they reveal during the commentary and outtakes. I am a trivia junky - all I want is more. More bloopers! More story developments! More secrets uncovered and cast relationships discussed.

The truth is I am just hoping that if I fully understand the story process behind Freaks and Geeks or Undeclared or A Sure Thing that I'll be able to understand my story.

Happy Birthday Jess!

My fro puffs bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like its betters than yours...or something?



Enjoy the ridiculousness.

Mumsy is cute.

Today in the mail, I received an advent calendar from my mom. It's pretty much the cutest thing ever.

Also, I just realised that a week has gone by and I haven't mentioned that I turned in my last essay of the year, I've been relishing in my all my free time and in full Virgo style am totally stressed about it too.

An unhealthy relationship (with pink)

I have not liked pink since I was 9. My friend Mia and I used to argue over which was better pink or purple, it didn't really matter. It's not like we had a firm stance, it was mostly just so we could argue. Since then, it has been a steadfast hatred of all things pink. Pink seemed girly and screamed of ditzy cheerleaders to me.

In recent years, the hate has dwindled, the grudge is gone. And I am left with a firm respect for the colour as well as a need to keep my distance.

Something disturbing has occurred in my life. Something so unimaginable that I am not even sure I know who I am any more.

It started with this shirt from Anthropologie (that I bought like 5 years ago). I reasoned that it was classic but with a hint of ridiculous which kind of defines my sense of style anyway. Plus, it was the only pink think in my wardrobe. (Dubs, Moi, and Jess)



Then, it moved on to these sunglasses. (that'd be Jess jess and me!)


Next, it was my peach atrocity. When I bought the phone, I asked if I could have it in peach and the sales assistant looked at me like I was cracked "you mean the pink one?" No, I meant the PEACH one.

Now, I lost my camera about a month and a half ago. Also known as the devastating loss of Mo-ses. On Sunday, I marched over to a camera store with the intent of purchasing a new one and after carefully weighing my options and cradling Olympus models, Canon models, and Nikon Models in my hands. I made a choice to get Nikon S210. It felt good in my hand, it had all the features that I wanted in a camera, and it was cheap!

The only one left...was pink. So if you're looking for me, I am the girl chatting on her peach phone, with pink sunglasses, a pink shirt, and taking photos with my pink camera. Oy Vey.

Finicky with a side of picky perfectionist, please?

I'm looking for a job. A summer job that perhaps will be so much fun and I'll be so wonderful at they will want me to work during the school year. I am looking for part time. I am looking so that this summer, while everyone else I know (approximately 3 people) have jobs and things to do, I will not be drastically bored.

In my mind, my dream summer job is a group of really fun individuals working in some off beat quirky clothing store, record store, video store. The realist in me knows it isn't necessary possible...but I am a dreamer. Oh oh! Or working as an administrative assistant (who doesn't need to use the phone) *sigh* at a yoga studio where I can take yoga and pilates classes for FREE! Or a dog walker - with super cute Saint Bernards or Spaniels who behave impeccably on leashes and play frisbee in the park!

Hire me?

But here is the thing, no one wants to hire me. No one. Not only is my dream summer job disappearing in the distance, but ANY summer job seems unlikely. I've sent out a eleventy billion resumes and cover letters to a vast variety of different job opportunities ranging from jewellery sales clerk to waitress to smoothie concoctrous to administrative assistant. No one wants me.

I can't really blame them. I have no "real" work experience. At MHC I cannot imagine juggling a job with (home)working while I was there, I was so crazed with homework and hating myself that there was not a moment to spare! I had summer jobs, but nothing impressive, I didn't work at Starbucks or waitress or work at a clothing store (apparently those are the useful jobs). I worked at bookstores and canvassed! There has been a total of six months where I haven't been in school and then I worked three jobs: I had an internship with a not-for-profit, I babysat for the Wee-est of All Men (Weebbet!), and I was a liquor store clerk. It is not an impressive resume. Trust me.

Hire me?

Everyday I tell Jess no one wants me. She is very patient and supportive.

Today, I, again, hit the pavement and handed out resumes on Lygon Street, a delightful street filled with restuarants and little stores. I went into one restaurant and gave them my resume. They told me to come in tomorrow(!) for a trial and to wear all black. I said I would.

After I walked out of the store, I was swept over with a dislike for the owner of the restaurant, and how much I really do not want to work as a waitress.

Can I afford to be this picky? It is the first time someone has shown interest in hiring me and now I am dissing them? Seriously?

After weighing the options of being depressed because I don't have a job and therefore must spend my time lying on the beach eating peaches or being depressed because I have a job I hate....

I am now working up the courage to call and apologise to them to tell them that I just can't make it tomorrow, or ever.

A Note to Self

People at art markets will laugh at you if you are looking over their art while discussing your love for werewolves.

Optimism as a revolutionary act

When I went home in June, I brought back a bunch of my dvds. Movies I've seen ten catrillion times and always to want to watch again. Movies like "Little Miss Sunshine" and tv shows like "freaks and geeks."

And most importantly, movies with John Cusack. I love him. "Say Anything..." and "A Sure Thing" are pure gold. Last night I watched Say Anything. And then this morning, I noticed that in the commentary John (we're on a first name basis), Ione (Skye), and Cameron (Crowe) are all involved. Well, that means I clearly had to watch it, yet again, with the commentary. John wanted to play Lloyd as someone who makes optimism a revolutionary act - how precious is that? Holy Moses, I love him - the end. This brings us to....

Top Five Desert Island Favourite John Cusack Movies

5) Bullets Over Broadway
4) A Sure Thing
3) Say Anything...
2) Being John Malkovich
1) High Fidelity

We need a mediator, we can't do it alone.

Dear Yoga,

I miss you. It's been tough since I left the land of Moho. We've had to have a break. But I miss the way you made me feel. The way I could nearly put my feet behind my head, and how I could lay my chest upon my thighs. You did that to me yoga.

You are the longest relationship I ever had, 3 years of time we spent together. I saw you 5-6 times a week. We were inseparable. Remember that time I got a huge cramp in my hip - ah, the good times.

You made me grow an inch from stretching and better posture. I feel like I am shrinking now.

I tried to work on our relationship alone, but I am afraid we need a mediator. Someone to tell you when you're being too hard on me and someone to tell me stop being a wuss and embrace the pain.

Kisses Yoga, I'll come back to you soon.

xoxo
~D