Lazy BUT Nice

I slept in today after spending a long day yesterday. My sister woke me up at 7:30 AM so that I could wait with her in line for three hours outside of Best Buy's. They were giving out free pairs of Black Eyed Peas tickets to the first 150 people in line. Why'd I agree to do it? I don't know. I always thougt waiting in line was annoying, especially if it's cold outdoors, and for something that you can get another way. I tried to convince her that she had school and maybe she should go there instead- but lost when my mom took her side and thought it'd be nice if the whole family could go to the concert.

My sister and I got there at roughly 8:30 am, and turned out to be around the 110th people in line. Apparenly, the first group of people showed up at 4:30 AM with a tent. (They handed the tickets at noon.) Now THAT I'd never do, unless it's for a million bucks or something.

I got them their tickets, not telling them until after that I can't make the concert. I really should be packing right now because I'm off to Toronto tonight. It's been a pretty lazy week. I'm not even motivated to go on this trip, but Maria is beyond excited to go that it would hurt to cancel on her. She's older than me, but her family keeps her in like some kind of bird who'd immediately fly out if they open the door. I don't want to be remembered as her guard. Besides, I'm trying to be positive and thinking that maybe Toronto's got something in store for me.

Wilma hotel stand?

Well, as much as I have been complaining about every aspect of my icy no-life (oh yeah, I'll never stop) , I guess there is one positive thing about being back in Montreal- Hurricane Wilma has swept through Cozumel, Cancun AND Playa del Carmen.

Talk about double-wham. While this storm didn't hit Playa as directly as Emily did back in July, this one left worse damages. Check out this photo I stole from the playa info forums. Apparently, waves were 7 meters high and Playa's main downtown/shopping area, 5th avenue is now 'flooded and devastated'.

I'm pleased to hear that the resort I was working in once again successfully housed their hotel guests, 240 to be exact. Refer to the post entitled Calm Before the Storm to read about how I helped tourists through Emily in July. However this time...there is about 4 or 5 feet of water at street level along the road where all the big resorts in Playacar stand.

Hurricane I can stand...flooded streets...not sure! Although if I were still there, I'm sure it could have been an interesting adventure. Yes, I'm so bored and insane that I think floods are exciting.

Darkchild?

Bleh. Just what I need- another gloomy, windy day. Can life get any more depressing? Not that I've come down with a case, but I don't know what's wrong with me. Nothing seems right anymore.

I used to be obsessed with smiley faces, positive attitudes and the 'don't worry be happys'. At this moment, my usually cheerful dance music annoys me. As I wait for an email from a potential employer, I can only think that it'll never arrive because I probably wasn't enthusiastic enough the day of the interview.

What's really weird, is that the night of that interview, I had a really bizarre dream. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one left an image of something evil trapping me in darkness. The interpretation? Failure, or depressing news awaits. Yes, I can sometimes interpret dreams.

No, I'm not crazy, PMSing, on the pill or taking some kind of weird drug. It probably doesn't help that I've been home all weekend while my little sister partied away as usual. Oh, and I've got a driving test in two days, and while I know I need the licence badly, I'm not looking forward to doing the test.

Yeah, I'll shut up now. Hopefully next post will be happier.

Cold Turkey

Didn't I just say something about indian summer a few days ago? Scrap that. It's practiacally winter coat season again. As I write this, I hope I can make it through this whole post without once needing to tuck my hands in my sleeves to warm them up. You know how when Ice Man in the X-Men movie touches something and it immediately turns into ice? I think I can do that.

It's also Thanksgiving here in Canada. Happy Turkey Day y'all! For you Americans who are wondering why our thanksgiving is over a month before yours, I beleive it's because if we waited to celebrate it in mid-November, people would be too cold to go out to actually get a turkey.

Yeah, yeah, the weather's turned me into a crazier freak. And people, it's not all about the turkey. Am I the only person who doesn't go crazy if there's no turkey on thanksgiving? To tell you the truth, my family's never cooked one. In fact, my parents learned about thanksgiving and the turkey tradition one day when I came home from from my morning kindergarten class with some thanksgiving "art", ie: a colored picture of a turkey and drawings of fruits in one of those horn shaped baskets.

In elementary school (and even early high school for gosh's sake!) teachers used to make us list the five things we are most thankful for on turkey shaped pieces of papers and used them to decorate walls (or cover the paint that was chipping on them). I always hated doing that and would write down the same list all the time- my family, friends, food, etc.

Awhile ago I asked a couple of male friends to list the five things that mean most to them. No joke, their list all came out to be similar to this one:

1-Beer
2- Women (or sex)
3- Sports
4- Job (or money)
5- Car

I'm scared to find out how they celebrated thanksgiving.

Now, I'm curious to find out what people really consider important. Think about it- what's YOUR list?

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Yes folks, it's been another crazy week here in the waste island...

After hearing so much and feeling pretty behind the crowd, I watched a whole episode of Desperate Housewives for the first time this weekend. There was nothing else to do- it was a lazy Sunday evening, already dark out before 7pm. I hadn't done much during the day besides attempting to drive again (aaahh my test is soon) and as usual was desperately looking for something to do.

So yeah, Desperate Housewives. The reviews are over-rated. Not that it's a horrible show, but I think there are better shows. As I watched the show and got to know the characters I couldn't help but think, 'Geez, the people on this show can be really snobby, unfair, and even evil! They're horrible. Really, is this the kind of show people should be watching?'

Then I realized, many people in real life, ARE snobby, unfair, and evil. Even worse was the list I could come up with realizing that I myself have dealt with some of the nastiest things people can say or do. Stuck-up snobs, son-of-a-bitch people, infidelity, back-stabbing liars, evil ex girlfriends, over-the-top drama queens- it's shocking how my list goes on. Yes, I've had several cruel thoughts of my own, but never had the courage to say or do (most of) them.

Is our world becoming more evil? Are shows like DH and movies like 'Mean Girls' becoming reality?

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It's indian summer in Montreal! Suddenly, my leather jacket goes back in closet and out come the tank tops again. My sister gets a mosquito bite. I enjoy the weather and try not to coop myself in as I know I will be doing so once we hit below five degrees.

I had the choice of going to an open job interview at a local radio station. Even though I am not interested in working here, I decided to show up. It turned out to be crappy job offer in advertising sales for which I'd be underpaid and need a vehicle.

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Mi amigo Alex de Mexico has moved to Montreal! Finally, I know someone who's also bored outta their mind and understands what it means to really change sceneries. After supposedly meeting up for coffee, he decided that coffee wasn't good enough. He thought we needed beer. After three glasses and seeing how red my face was getting (I get as red as ketchup really fast) he decided we needed Tequila. Si, the shot. As my former choreographer he somehow convinced me to take one. "C'mon, we've got no show tonight..." Yeah, Mexico rocks.

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Diana did my hair this week. Going into the pool everyday in Mexico had caused my black dye to wash off, leaving me with copper-steaked ends and black roots. I re-dyed my hair a dark burgundy-brown shade (looks like black with red highligts in the sun). Geez, I even get bored of my hair color. Diana girl, you should become a hairdresser.

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Why I need to move out badly: My parents got pissed at me for staying out late on a weekday night- mostly because I didn't help my sister with her homework. "Help" meaning "Do". I'm the type of person who enjoys sitting down and learning things- but not her. And the younger, brattier ones get away with it all. Not that I avoid helping her- I try to whenever I can. I even gave her a start for this particular assignment and told her if she can't do it in french just write it in english and I'll help her translate. But nnooo- leaving me to spend most my day writing her assignment for her.

Ok ok, enough complaining for this week. But please someone, knock some sense into the many absurd beings out there.

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Crazy thought

I found an interesting ad surfing the web:

MTV World needs your Asian Flava!

We are Seeking people who think there are just not enough Asians representin' on TV.

Here's an opportunity to be the fresh new on-air personality of MTV Chi -- MTV's new channel that gives viewers the complete low-down on the young Chinese American pop-culture scene.

If you appear to be 18-24 years old and you think you've got the golden personality, send your headshot and VHS reel

Oohh tempted, tempted...need encouragement...yeah, psycho am I, one in a million chance...I am getting broke and bored...someone dare me.