thursday, friday, saturday

us at sam roberts on thursday night...
sam roberts at sam roberts on thursday night...
chrissy hearts jenny...
look. the people infront of us peed.
flowers from my last day...and today i have new hair!!!

yup, more fat talk

only 3 days left at work. had what you might call a meltdown on monday night. hey chrissy, you have security, respect, support, advancement opportunities... why don't you throw all of that away and go somewhere where no one will understand a word of what you say?!?!?!

we looked at pictures from last summer in nova scotia. so much fun!! i'm feeling really very awful about the weight i've gained since then. i feel like i look way older too. i hate that. what happened to chrissy? well, i guess age finally caught up with her. gonna get my hair cut before we go back. that always helps with the "i am gross" feeling. maybe red hair... but probably not.

i need to see clerksII. yes, need.

always grow

things i have learned in the past week:

being the common couple amongst an additional couple of couples is somewhat awkward and stressful.

if you like a boy, bake him a pie. no, two pies. oh, and don't look directly at him. i heard that he could read your mind and figure out that you like him and if you look at him when he's not looking at you then he won't know but other people will know.

i cannot juggle nor do magic tricks. i definitely can't swallow fire and sword swallowers are unnatural and repulse me.

i have a best friend.

i am a girl

wow. talk about pms. not the psycho i think i need to kill everything bitch for no reason pms but the i am going to cry at the drop of a hat and there doesn't even need to be a hat anywhere around and i will cry cry cry pms.
you are welcome. and also sorry darren.

moment of the day

setting: jennifer's car, approx. 4:30pm, driving along 114st. where all of the new lrt construction is.

scene: the strokes new album is playing on the stereo. jennifer is singing along, operatically to the rock 'n roll. both of our windows are rolled down all the way. we pull up to a red light. to the left of us is a construction site, complete with construction workers. one of them is leaning on a shovel and appears to be looking in our direction. as we come to a stop, jennifer continues her operatic rendition and soon all 5 construction workers are looking at us. i laugh very loudly and jennifer points at them with a "what's up?" nod as we drive away.

yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

c: wanna watch buffy tonight?
d: yeah, after family guy though. i can stay up all night. it's my first name.

what?

dead man's chest is very very good. i didn't realize how much i liked it until awhile after we saw it.

i am so good at golf (well, more accurately, i am so good at driving ranging).

we booked our flight to japan. it's going to be close to get everything done on time. but i'm not thinking about it...

matt good is right... k-i-c-k-a-s-s is the way you spell success.

alone on a saturday night

remember when i used to type about things in detail instead of little point form tidbits? ah, those were some good times, huh? these days i'm really only typing out of some sort of obligation that i feel to this blog. i don't really have much to say. really the only things on my mind are the craziness of what we are planning to do and the crapload of work that i have to do until said craziness. oh!! this is on my mind... DEAL WITH IT!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THIS IS FOR US TO DO?!?! IGNORING US IS NOT GOING TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR YOU ONCE WE ARE GONE. INSTEAD WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS PUSHING US AWAY AND PISSING ME OFF. SO GROW THE FUCK UP.

right now in my brain

what is up nelly furtado? you used to want to just fly away and now you are all skanky and singing about promiscuity? nice.

how's it going mother nature? damn, you are hot!!

yesterday jennifer and i drove around shooting water guns out the windows. sorry dude on the bike... you looked like you could use a nice cool down.

hey kids that i talked to today behind the building while you smoked pot and looked extremely uncomfortable holding your pipe. it's ok. i know you do it. does it freak you out more when i don't say anything about it?

dearest jennifer. that's all... you are very dear. don't confuse it with deer though. that is something totally different. you are so not deer.