Showing posts with label life goals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life goals. Show all posts

Awesometown 

Wednesday, April 27, 2011 - Posted by Amanda Bast
There comes a moment in every life where you know that you have arrived. In the "I'm infinitely cool" sense of the term. Until today, that moment for me was getting dubbed as Valedictorian in grade 8. Everything between then and now was a little disappointing.

But today, oh today is a new day! I have simultaneously been dubbed an Awesometown Resident AND a facial hair guru. Could things get any more majestic than this? Move over William and Kate, it's my time to shine.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you need to head over to my friend Knox McCoy's blog to read my Awesometown Interview and leave a comment. Or six.

Because today is a new day. A new day brimming with hope, excitement and dang good facial hair.

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Things That Most People Think Are Dumb But Amanda Thinks Are Awesome: Part 2 

Monday, March 7, 2011 - Posted by Amanda Bast
One of my dreams in life is to buy a house uptown (or downtown). I want to live in a house where I can walk to a coffee shop, a fancy cooking store or a bead and/or yarn store. Said dream house will also be old so I have an excuse to completely gut and renovate the whole thing.

I can't get enough of arched doors, hardwood floors, deep windowsills, slanted ceilings, nooks and crannies, wide molding and crystal doorknobs. I love all of these things, but in conjunction with newly renovated things. New and old, hanging out in one awesome house. Until a few months ago, I didn't realize some people have issues with the last item on my list. Apparently some think crystal doorknobs are tacky and gross. If you are one of those people, let me prove you wrong.

Crystal doorknobs are indeed phenomenal. They are not boring metal. They are not boring spheres or levers. They give a plain door a little bit of glamour. It catches your eye ever so slightly. When the door is closed, it hints that there is something special beyond the door. It's like a subtle little announcement to the room, but only the observant will pick up on it. "Psst! Hey you! This room you are about to enter is gorgeous!"


I'm not insisting I replace every doorknob with a crystal one, in fact I am saying quite the opposite. The beauty of this knob is that it's unique and shouldn't be on every door in the house. It could be used on a bedroom door. Or maybe a sweet little powder room. Or a den that houses a shiny black baby grand piano (be still my beating heart!). Maybe on a front door like at my friend Annie's house. Or to the bedroom of a little princess. It adds just a little bit of sparkle to a normally plain place.

Everything does not always have to be new and fancy. Notice the beauty of the old every now and then. It doesn't have to take over. In fact, something speaks louder when it is understated and simple. Like when I wear my Great Grandma's engagement ring. It's old, it's gorgeous and I love it, but I wouldn't deck myself in only grandma things. It would be overwhelming and bizarre. Imagine me traipsing about life wearing a large broach, floral scarf, ruffly blouse and entirely beige running shoes. It would be weird. But just a little hint of the English woman who used to shake her cane at the TV while she watched wrestling on Sunday afternoons?


Now that's beautiful.

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Life Goals 

Wednesday, December 29, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I used to hate making goals. Since I've altered my thinking from "goal setting" to "things I want to do before I'm a certain age" I have discovered that I have many goals. I have never done anything on this list, and I would like to accomplish all of them. I've also posted this same list under "Life Goals" over there ----->

Here are my 30 before 30 (in no particular order):


  1. See Sufjan Stevens in concert
  2. Eat lobster
  3. Live within walking distance of a coffee shop/craft store/fancy cooking store (any would do)
  4. Write a song other than ones I make up on the spot every day
  5. See the Rocky Mountains
  6. Take dance lessons
  7. Completely gut and renovate an old house
  8. Land a permanent contract job
  9. Take voice lessons
  10. Talk in an accent for an evening in order to convince a stranger that it’s real
  11. Take a fancy cooking course (or several)
  12. See Ingrid Michaelson in concert
  13. Be a part of a show where people pay $20.00 or more to see
  14. Sing in front of a crowd
  15. See a show on Broadway
  16. Hit up a jazz club in downtown Montreal (must be drinking a martini when this occurs)
  17. Fall in love
  18. Teach nieces and nephews a choreographed song and dance number
  19. See the ocean (any one will do)
  20. Adopt a Greyhound dog
  21. Publish a children's book (or three)
  22. Try my hand at some stand-up comedy
  23. Travel to the east coast
  24. Make flan
  25. Host an unnecessarily fancy dinner party (serve flan)
  26. Go scuba diving
  27. Babies! Birth, adopt, foster – any way they choose to come to me.
  28. Oh, get married (that first...then babies)
  29. Preach a sermon
  30. Change someone’s life (for the better)

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Bean Day 

Friday, October 22, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Today I had the absolute pleasure of taking care of my one and only (until April!) super awesome, beautiful, hilarious baby niece, The Bean.

Our day started at around 7:00am. She ate some prunes (mistake!) and peaches, played, pooped, giggled and then had a nap at 9:00am. After sleeping for two hours, we took a trip to my new place of employment (!) to drop off some more documents. This new place of employment which shall not be named due to confidentiality and such is under renovations and therefore all elevators are not working. We had to go through two sets of sliding doors, around the corner, up two flights of stairs, through the cafeteria and down the hall to HR where we arrived out of breath but still looking oh so cute.

First thing I learned today: BABIES ARE HEAVY. Also, I need to start working out.

The secretary thought Bean was my child. I corrected her, but she told me that I look like a "good Mommy". So is this because my hair was a mess? Or was I wearing mom jeans? Or did I just look exhausted? DO I LOOK FRUMPY?

Second thing I learned today: Other people think this kid looks like me, too.

We went home, she ate lunch, pooped, harassed the dog, cried because I wouldn't let her harass the dog, then went to have a nap. I watched cooking shows.

Third thing I learned today: I could sit for hours and watch people cook. I get sucked in really quickly. The house could be on fire and I would still be glued to the TV anxious to see if that man's beef wellington turned out.

So remember how I said earlier that prunes were a mistake? Yep. Let's just say...she had been busy, and I had a rather big mess to clean up. I wasn't grossed out? I shrugged and thanked her for the present? Two summers plus a few months at daycare have desensitized me to the grossness (but not necessarily the smell. That is never ok). The biggest challenge was trying to figure out where to put her after she was partly cleaned while I filled the bathtub (yes, that bad). I set her on the bathroom floor where she clapped and babbled.

Fourth thing I learned today: Babies pee when they aren't wearing diapers. And they think it's especially funny to do so on the bathroom floor.

After unplanned bathtime, we went to the dollar store to pick up a candle for her birthday cake. The dollar store was busy.

Fifth thing I learned today: Old people don't think I look old enough to be responsible for a child. They will flat out do an elevator look, scoff and shake their heads. Seriously.

We arrived at Grammie's exhausted but still smiling. Bean and Sassie (the dog) played together (Bean would steal a toy, Sassie would drop the one in her mouth and take the one Bean had, then Bean would steal another...and you get the idea) while I laid on the kitchen floor.

Sixth thing I learned today: Momsie tells me that when you have a tiny baby, as it grows gradually, you get used to carrying it and it doesn't feel so heavy. "They don't come out weighing 20 pounds!"

After dinner, another huge leaky dump, another bath, more giggles, lots of cuddles, a story and a bottle, it was bedtime.

Seventh and biggest thing I learned today: I want a baby. Several, actually. Except I don't want them for a while yet and I would also like someone in my life to raise said babies with. Babies and children in general are more work than I can even comprehend, and right now I couldn't do it. I am nowhere near ready. Today, although brief and not representative in every way, gave me perspective and raised more questions. How do you juggle more than one? Where do you find time to do anything other than be a mom? Are all babies this cute? How can I ensure my baby is this cute? Why don't mothers have giant biceps? Why is no one immune to that SMELL? How oh HOW do single mothers cope? I don't know. I just don't. I don't think I am meant to figure out all these things now. Right now, it's my job to be a wonderful aunt and by golly, I take this job seriously.

To conclude, I will say the following: I love you Mom. I love you Heather. You are both amazing mothers. Also, can we stop feeding her prunes? Please?

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Define Success? 

Monday, August 2, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Awhile ago Thomas and I bought a horrible-on-purpose birthday cake for our friend Tom Brown. I then sent the picture into Cake Wrecks. And look at this: 1000+ comments generated because we're cheap.

I feel as though I have accomplished something even though I really haven't. Kind of like the time at the university with the bathrooms and the aprons. I can just picture my next job interview:

"So, tell us about some of your proudest accomplishments to date."

"Well, one time I sent and email and now people at Subway don't wear their aprons while they pee. Oh! And I sent a picture of something stupid that I bought into a website and they posted it."

Yes my friends, I'm totally landing that job. Shabam.

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The Perks 

Wednesday, July 28, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
My mother recently said, "embrace your singleness". I had a discussion with another single friend and this is the list of perks we came up with:

1. You always know what your plans are. You never have to confirm with another person.

2. Lots of free time.

3. Coffee dates with members of the opposite sex are always acceptable.

4. Guys love single ladies. Ladies love single guys.

5. You can sing and dance to that Beyonce song and not feel like a fake.

6. You can answer your Grandma's "do you have a special friend?" question with "actually, I have LOTS of special friends, Grandma".

7. Your Grandma will pray that you stop leading a sinful life and settle down and become monogamous.

8. As long as you don't have a cat, you can pack up and vacation in Fiji in less than a day's notice.

9. You only have to open your own car door.

10. Eating Kraft dinner directly from the pot is considered fine dining.

11. Flirting with the bag boy at the grocery store!

12. Cell phone bills are lower.

13. Farting. And lots of it.

14. I can sleep in a race car bed? (That's the last time Dillis gets to contribute to a blog post)


Feel free to add to the list!

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*We've never actually started. Minor detail. 

Wednesday, January 6, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
My mother and I decided that this year is THE year. 2010 will be a year of change. This year we will finally diverge from bad behaviours and commit to something better. We will move away our unhealthy antics and move on to something rewarding and refreshing. We won't just replace our bad habit with another bad habit. Instead we will actively seek ways to enrich our lives. Our bodies will thank us for it. Our loved ones will cheer us on. Our spirits will soar and no longer be burdened. Joy will seep back into our lives. We will regain control. Nothing will stop us from reaching our goals. To say the sky is the limit would be limiting ourselves. The universe is the limit. Wait no, there is no limit. We are limitless. We are strong, powerful women who are beautiful, inside and out. We are soldiers, fighting in a war against unrealistic ideals. We will no longer be defined by how we look or the clothes we wear or the products we consume, no! We will stand up for ourselves and power through. When we've come to the end of our rope, we will tie a knot and hold on for dear life. We will lean on each other, when we're not strong. We'll be friends. We'll help each other carry on. It's not going to be long before someone else needs someone to lean on. So just call on us, brothers, if you need friends. We all need somebody to lean on.

This is it, and it is really happening. I believe in us, and so should you. Please, help us by being our cheerleaders.

This year, 2010, my mother and I vow to quit smoking*. Please, join us in our journey. It's going to be a wild ride.

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The Beginning 

Wednesday, August 26, 2009 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Today was the first day of my teaching adventures. I don't really know how true that is since I've already taught many lessons (I'm so very wise, you see), but we'll call it that anyway.

I am currently typing on a brand new spanking* laptop, and....well. Let me make a list or two.

Things I Like About New Laptop
-it's new
-Kid Pix plus other various kid-related programs
-built in webcam
-case that has many zippers and compartments

Things I Do Not Like About New Laptop
-huge
-heavy
-ugly
-expensive
-I have to bring it with me to class every day
-it's a Toshiba
-all of the neat programs get wiped at the end of the year

Awesome?

My first day of teacher's college taught me a couple of things. First, some teachers ask a lot of unnecessary questions: "Can we use our laptop to check our email when we get home after class?" or "Where do we buy books?" or "Where is the bookstore?". To me these questions are like asking plot-related questions within the first 10 minutes of a movie. Unnecessary, because you'll find out the answer if you are quiet and keep watching. Or in this case, if you commonly buy books in a bookstore.

Another thing I learned today was that the vast majority of teacher's college students are warm, friendly and lovely people. I think...this is going to be good, laptop and all.

Speaking of which, if you have a suggestion for a name for the new beast of a computer, please feel free to leave a comment.

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getting down to brass tacks 

Friday, August 15, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Here comes a serious post, but I feel as though I need the internet to know my seriousness and excitement. Ready, internet? Here goes!

I find summers away from civilization, and some of the people I love most (Mom, I said some, not all!), are times of moderate to extreme loneliness, but also the best learning experiences ever. I'm definitely not complaining about my situation because I absolutely love living up here for two months. It feels like a vacation from real life, which is kind of nice. Being alone forces me to sit and think and just...be. With God.

Something I've learned this summer is about plans and timing. Five months ago, I basically had my life planned out and it was all neat and tidy and great. Then God threw someone into my life that completely changed all those plans (for the better...way better). So then, I planned a new little future. This one is slightly less neat and tidy, and I didn't know what to expect, exactly. But then God decided to stray from my line of thinking and throw in some long distance stuff. I didn't want to have to deal with someone far away in North Bay, but I had no choice. So...again, my plans changed. I didn't think they were better, but I figured it was only for a year, so I could deal with it. THEN, God decided to change my plans AGAIN! and totally made things extremely exciting and stressful for a few days. In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "how rude!" A transfer from North Bay to Brantford while the main character is overseas...means calls and emails and more calls and more emails scrambling to find a new place to live, and work out new arrangements. I'm happy to report that the place we found is beyond amazing, and involved way too many coincidences for them to be merely coincidences.

It's amazing to be able to clearly and unmistakably see God working in my life. It's kind of funny, when I really think about it, because I know that God is always moving, but sometimes He likes to throw things right at us and bonk us in the head with his Grace. It's like he's saying, "Helloooo! Remember me?" While I don't think it's a bad idea to plan, it's always good to be reminded that our plans may not necessarily happen the way we think they should. But let me tell you, it sure is exciting and comforting and exhilarating and terrifying and amazing to know that my plans absolutely SUCK compared to what God has lined up for me...

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In response to Kristi's blog, or how I don't really want a pony 

Monday, March 31, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
The Bairstow Boys have me thinking in terms of dual titles, and Kristi's post got me thinking about my childhood.

Before my birthday or Christmas, my mother always informs me that she needs a wish list. When I was little (and by little, I mean age, not size...quit giggling) this meant flipping through the Sears catalog and writing down the page and product number of each item that I fancied. The standard items on the list always included Moon Shoes and one of those unnecessarily elaborate doll houses that I knew I would never use. I just liked the tiny furniture, and the tiny chandeliers that actually lit up. They made me feel like the Big Friendly Giant. I never got any of these things, but it's probably because my mother knew that I didn't actually want those things, but I just had high hopes of feeling like an astronaut or abnormally tall.

I also had wishes on my list that could not be found in the Sears catalog. The first, a baby grand piano and the second, a puppy. I got my puppy request on my ninth birthday when my parents bought our wonderfully yappy Zoe, but just like Kristi and the pony, I never got my baby grand piano. I used to dream of a shiny black Yamaha, but it has since changed to this one. Pardon me while I DROOL and WHIMPER. I've never had a "real" piano, and electric to baby grand seems like a logical step. Wouldn't you agree?

I think I'll start writing wish lists again, just so I can add the baby grand piano to the top of it. Or if you find a tiny baby grand piano that I can put in a pitcher of water, and it will grow to be living-room sized, let me know. I will not name it Horace, but I will find a suitable piano name, I promise. Maybe I'll call it Elton?



P.S. I really hope you clicked on the piano link, Kerry.

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future ambitions 

Friday, February 8, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I've decided that it would be fun to be unnaturally creepy and outrageous for a day. Maybe two. The girls at school and I have started compiling a list of things to do if we were creepy for a day. Take a look:

-Stare. At everyone.
-Maintain eye contact with someone for unusually long amounts of time.
-Catch the eye of someone, and give a little half smile. The next time you make eye contact, make a bizarre face. If they laugh, you have succeeded.
-Find a table of people that you don't know. Ask to sit with them, but don't wait for the answer before you sit down. Begin to eat your food, completely ignoring the people at the table.
-Stand extremely close to someone in line and breathe on the back of their neck.
-Sit beside someone on the bus etc when there are empty seats (especially if there are empty seats)
-Walk around by yourself and sing on the top of your lungs. Dancing works too.
-Go to a bar, and when someone asks you to dance, either stand completely still in the middle of the dance floor, or bust out the Elaine dance.
-Say hello to everyone you pass. Everyone means e v e r y o n e.
-Ask someone for their autograph and tell them you are going to sell it on ebay.
-Announce to a stranger that you are wearing new underpants.
-Use the violation handshake whenever possible.

If you have any contributions, they would be appreciated

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artsy farts, lip chap and things that go moo 

Friday, November 23, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I was at the One of a Kind Craft Show today and it was FUN. Life goal #472: Operate a booth at that show. Maybe someday?

As a crafty (am I allowed to call myself artistic?) person, it's a dangerous thing to go to because there is inspiration overload. My head is currently buzzing with ideas. Exciting, yes, but also frustrating because I need to be studying, not daydreaming about pretty things to make. I basically know what my booth would look like if I were to have a booth. I don't have enough stuff made to have a booth, but I figure those are just minor details...

Anyway, on to other exciting things...

Sometimes people tell me things about their families that I don't believe (like the time Wally told me his grandma was a menno doctor in Mexico..), but then they have some solid proof to back up their stories. That happened today.

My sister-in-law Heather has an uncle that lives in Argentina. He works for Disney, and puts on huge stage productions. He's also on an "Idol" type show, and he's basically the Simon Cowell of Argentina. People recognize him wherever he goes. Watch this:
The youngins dance to that mix in the clubs. So hip. The Macfarlane family also knew this lady (the one on the car) but she apparantly was killed by a drunk driver. Cue music and creepy puppets. Those are seriously creepy. Sorry about that.

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I've been thinkin' bout the future 

Friday, October 19, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I'm having a "I am going to quit school and join the circus, run a bingo hall, or start my stand-up (sit-down) comedy tour while supporting myself by scrapbooking other peoples' marathons/triathelons and making pretty earrings" kind of day.

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playing tag 

Tuesday, June 5, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
"Here are the rules… Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog."

Annie tagged me, so I guess I better do this. Now I have to think of seven random facts.

1. I can't sit still. I wouldn't say I'm hyperactive, I just need to shift my body alot. Or play with something in my hands. Or fidget. Maybe it's why I like to blog...typing is like fidgeting. I've been like this ever since I was little. I watched home videos today, and I was down right obnoxious. I don't know how my family put up with me. I was never still, and I never shut up. And I sounded like a chipmunk. Ok, that was several facts, but oh well.

2. This is sort of in response to Annie's second fact. I have always been abnormally tiny. Like, unbelievabley tiny. I got made fun of on a regular basis, but it confused me because I didn't realize how short I was (as I said before, I was loud and obnoxious and my self-esteem was pretty high, considering my height). I used to say, "Well, you're ugly and I can grow!" to people who told me I was too short. In grade 5, I got sent to an endocrinologist, and they determined that I was growth hormone deficient. And then I went on synthetic human growth hormones for the next five years. Steriods, basically (they're worth thousands on the streets!). Needles six days a week for five years...huzzah. I don't think many people know about that. But it's kind of cool. Now I'm still short, but taller than my mom so....I've arrived. How do you like them apples, Maja?

3. I have a list of careers that I secretly dream of having. That list includes: stand-up comedian, rockstar, radio dj, author (I actually have ambitions of doing this, but we'll see), professional athlete (this one is the most ridiculous...I can't even run), therapist of some sort, the next Martha Stewart (minus being a wacko and getting arrested), self-supporting artist, small business owner (I guess that goes along with self-supporting artist), talk show host. Heck, just give me my own TV show, and I can do all of the above. I'd be way better than Martha.

4. I have a crush on the guy who works at Starbucks. Seriously. I saw him walking across University, in front of my car the other week and I got little butterflies in my tummy. That is ridiculous and stupid, I know. But he's cuuuuute.

5. I always imagine meeting the guy I marry randomly (like at Starbucks) and then discovering that he is a sweet, good looking Christian guy who falls madly in love with me. OK, I'm a bit of an idealist, and I daydream waaaay too much for my own good, but a girl can hope, right?

6. One time in grade six, I was discussing with my teacher (the one I volunteer with now) what I say to people when they tell me I'm too short to be how old I am. I said (no joke), "I just tell them I'm a child prostitute." The teacher told me it wasn't appropriate and I was confused. I did not know what that meant (sooo innocent) and I had heard the word just before talking to my teacher. I, in fact, meant to say "child prodigy", which is so totally appropriate and kind of funny. I still feel horrible for saying this to my teacher and I often think I should explain myself even though it is eight years later and she probably doesn't remember the conversation.

7. I still enjoy my Backstreet Boys CDs. A whole lot. I drive to Guelph and blast the Backstreet Boys. I am slightly ashamed, and joke that I still listen to them, but it is no joke. I still listen pump it loud. I just can't get enough. Sorry Kerry.


ummmm I don't know who actually reads this. But I'll tag Kerry, Steph, Nicky, Joanna, Kristi. And Tyler, but he doesn't have a blog. ANd I don't know who else blogs. Silas. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't read this. Oh, Wally has a blog. I don't know if he still reads this. Well, howsabout whoever wants to, can do it. :o)

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Move over, Martha 

Thursday, April 5, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
This morning I went to my LAST class of my second year. In a couple of weeks, I will be halfway to finishing my degree. Huzzah.

Normally during a boring class, I write my name over and over in the margin of my page until it is virtually unreadable. It's a little OCD, I think. Recently I put my wandering thoughts to good use and started to draw purse and card ideas instead of doodles. I had a brainwave while the prof was talking about old people, and called my mom while walking to the car and asked if she still had the coffee that she got at Christmas time that she didn't like. That was an awful sentence. She did have the coffee. So I came home and hot glued coffee beans to things. I will post pictures soon.

I was watching Martha Stewart earlier, and they were showing different breeds of cats on the air. Three out of the four cats I saw hissed and swatted at Martha. Two bit her. The fourth cat looked dead. I've always heard that cats have good judgement.

Then I rediscovered this site, and almost peed myself from excitement. Cheap wire. Cheap earring do-ies. Ships in two days. Holy mother of pearl, that is frickin' sweet.

I've also decided that I want to be the next Martha Stewart, but way better. I could SO out-host her on her own talk show. Just you wait Martha, I'm coming.

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Poopypants 

Sunday, March 25, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Tyler made a request. I followed through. If anyone else wishes to see a post with a title of their choice, you must leave a comment. If you would like to see an entire post about a certain subject, you must post this in comment form as well. I like to please my readers. Thank you.

I went to Starbucks again today. My mother came along this time and experienced Starbucks for the very first time. I think she was overwhelmed by all the lingo. Cute bearded guy was working again, and he made us wonderful soy chais (that word looks weird). I think next Sunday afternoon he will propose. I'll drink my chai and there will be a ring in the bottom of the cup. Yep, that sounds about right. Before you call me shallow, I have to say that I wouldn't be marrying him based entirely on looks. Our relationship would be based on his looks AND his ability to make a mean soy chai. Huge difference there, folks.

This afternoon Maja and I went to an Art/Craft Show at Bingeman's. It wasn't terribly exciting, but it was good to browse and get ideas. I found myself looking at things, loving them, and then realizing, "Hey, I could totally make this." It's encouraging, actually. This past week classes have been especially boring so I've been sketching out ideas for purses, clothes etc that I've had in my head for months but haven't put onto paper. It is exciting. This is the first I've really "announced" it in any way, but there very well could be a little business in my future (Dad is excited). I've been thinking about it for almost a year now, but I've been too nervous to mention anything. My lack of a job in May and June makes it a perfect time to do a little experimenting with patterns etc....this is all very new, but we'll see what happens! :o)

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Spring? 

Tuesday, March 13, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Today I drove home from work with the windows rolled down and the music blaring. The Golden Dogs made for a lovely soundtrack whilst driving through the UW/Laurier area around lunchtime. I love how University Plaza is always bustling no matter what time of day it is, and it's most often crawling with students. Sometimes (a lot of times...mmm ok, all the time) I really wish I went to university in the 'loo and not Guelph*. That part of the city feels so cool and special and awesome, but I'm not "legitimately" a part of it all. As long as I don't wear U of G clothing, and I talk in a loud voice about studying in the Laurier library, I can always pretend that I fit in...shhhh they'll never know. I think I used the word whilst wrong.

I bought a new hairdryer while at University Plaza. It's red and 1860 watts. The lady at the store told me that it's only recently become legal in Canada to have a hairdryer over 1600 watts. I own a previously illegal hairdryer, and that makes me feel slightly badass, for lack of a better word. But what I want to know is this: who the heck makes up laws about hairdryers? Maybe the same people who make up names for paint colours.

Speaking of which, Mom picked out a paint colour she thought would be good for the kitchen, but upon bringing it home she decided that she no longer liked it because it was "the colour of your spit after you eat black licorice." Personally, I think that would be a good name for a paint colour, along with "stubbed toe" purple and "infected nose boogie" green. I should submit names for paint colours to Gliddon or Pittsburg Paints a la Adam Sandler and Hallmark greeting cards in Mr. Deeds. I was thinking recently that I should set goals for myself...maybe that's a start.

Mom just came downstairs and turned on the TV. Tyra Banks just popped this dude's pimples on air. Classy. If Tyra Banks has a talk show, then I could have a talk show. OooOOohh, goal #2!

Goal #3: write a stand-up routine.

Oh boy, I have alot of work to do.







*side note: I love the University of Guelph, and all the lovely people at the University of Guelph, I just don't like the city of Guelph or it's atmosphere as much as I do Waterloo.

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