Last night was one of my favourite nights of the semester.

First, we had a few drinks at Annas, then headed to The Planet (formerly Planet Pool) to watch Jenny Gear sing. The place was pretty crowded, but we managed to get a good table. It was so surreal seeing a friend from high school being hugged and asked for autographs. Jenny looked absolutely beautiful, and I had forgotten what an amazing singer she is. If you think she is good based on Canadian Idol, you will be blown away when you see her live. Absolutely amazing. Some of the songs she sang were songs that she has been singing since high school, and so it brought back lots of memories. Can't wait for her CD to come out.

At the end of the night, my two friends and I were just sitting drunk at a table. The bouncer asked us to leave, and a few minutes later another bouncer asked us to leave. Since we were being kicked out, we decided it would be a good time to go home. Before we left, we stopped to say goodbye to Jenny. At this point, another bouncer asked Jenny if we were in her entourage, because if so, then we could stay as late as we wanted.


But fun.

So we stayed for another hour and just chatted. I'm not sure about what. Then we went back to Annas house and slept there. I'm home now, but I'm still wearing her pajamas.

I apologise if this is disjointed, rambling, or filled with spelling mistakes. Still quite hungover. But it was a great night!


Things I don't like on a Friday:

>> Heaters that wake me up 10 minutes before the alarm clock goes off (the tinkling of the heaters in my room is ridiculously loud. I need to look into that).
>> Waiting for the bus in the rain.
>> Getting to work late because the bus takes FOREVER.

Things I like on a Friday:
>> Pay day.
>> Knowing that in a few hours, I'll be drinking beer with friends from home and watching Jenny Gear sing.
>> Coffee and a tea biscuit

Overall, the good things about today will outweigh the bad things.


Shoutout (Yes, I went there) to PixieShine, who had supper waiting for me when I got home yesterday and who is the best grocery shopping partner a pixie could ask for.


Am I the only person who didn't know that Jonathan Brandis died?


Bay Boys Die
The Avondales

Yes we know we look good in our jeans
We know where you're from
And we know what that means
We're so much smarter then you could ever be
There's more to life then listening to the CBC

Chorus: So boring! So boring! So boring! So boring! So boring boring bay boys die!

NO NO NO - we won't go to the mall
Or the station or the coachhouse
No we hate them all
We could care less about your bay rock scene
You can stroke your own egos
We'll stay home and read

[Get me and a certain few bay girls drunk over Christmas, and I'd be willing to do a repeat performance ... And I promise, no guitars will get busted up from the good punk rock]

Some odd things you may not know about me
PixieSparkle is quite bored:

>> I have a framed picture of a lawn gnome on my desk. His name is Billy.
>> I love Kelly Clarkson, and not even in an ironic way.
>> I sometimes get freaked out at the thought of leaving my fingerprints/DNA in public places (I blame CSI: Miami for this one).
>> I visit a psychic on a regular basis.
>> In high school someone gave me a photocopy of Bill Gate's picture, and I still have it.
>> My friends and I used to break into an abandoned house and pretend to hold seances.
>> One of my favourite things to eat is ripple chips dipped in coleslaw.
>> I sometimes practice conversations/arguments in my head where I am scathingly cool and quick-witted when talking to people I dislike.


Earlier tonight my roommate and I were in the kitchen eating girl guide cookies... All of a sudden, she turns to me and says, "Are there any girl guides where you're from?" I looked at her for a second and said, "uhh... YES". "Well," she replied, "you don't have raccoons"

Logic. Gotta love it.

So, as some of you know, my father was recently diagnosed with leukemia. Things are fine, and chemo is going well, and we seem to have rounded a corner in how we deal with it. This is the conversation my dad and I had a few nights ago:

Me: Just think of all the attention we're going to get when I come home! Everyone will want to take care of us and be nice to us because I'm getting my wisdom teeth out and you have cancer!
Dad: Please... Cancer trumps wisdom teeth extraction, and don't think that I won't be playing the 'L-Card' every chance I get.


In a further example of just how cool I really am, tonight I'm going to clean my room. You may remember my post about the business trip from hell. In an effort to not think about it, I have put off unpacking until now. It's getting a bit rediculous. My mom would have a stroke if she saw the clothes on my floor, dust on my dresser, and messy papers on my desk. My closet looks like it exploded. I can't close the door to hide the mess because my hamper has overflowed to create a foot-high pile of discarded sweaters and flannel pjs (sexxy, I know).

I've made my cleaning playlist. It's punky and fun and hopefully long enough to get me through this.

If Christmas rolls around and you still haven't heard from me, don't be concerned.

It just might take that long.


Ok, so this may reveal me as a bad Canadian, but can someone tell me the meaning of 'like a country divided at 51 and 49'? I know that I know this... It is from a Great Big Sea song, and everytime I hear that line it bothers me that I don't know what it refers to.


Do you know what's classy?

Drinking your beer in the shower so that you don't fall behind your friends when you go out.

Oh man, I'm gonna regret this thing tomorrow.


What's your sexual appeal?
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See, I told you I'm a good girl.... And if this 'evil old man' has lots of money and one foot in the grave, send him over!


Today I went to a book sale for the United Way. Not only did I get about seven books, I also got a copy of the board game ‘Girl Talk’. I can’t remember exactly how it works, but I think it is a truth/dare type game. If you fail at the truth/dare, you have to put a zit sticker on your face. And if you win, I think, you get to take a card that will tell you where you’ll meet your dream date. I’m so excited to play!

The only way it could have been better if it was the ‘Dream Phone’ game that Maggie had. I had Girl Talk, and Girl Talk: Secret Diary, but Dream Phone was by far the superior

One of the guys I dated waay back in junior high once played Girl Talk with us and let us put sponge rollers in his hair…He remains one of my favourite people. I can’t wait to tell him that Girl Talk has been resurrected.


How clearly do you remember your first crush?

Mine was Matthew Yetman (And I really hope he doesn't google himself and find this). I was about 7. He had blonde spiky hair, a yellow bike, and a big sheep dog. One day I played monopoly in his room and he had a white duvet and a purple teddy bear, and I had crimped hair. My best friend's older sister crimped it for me because she knew how in love with Matthew I was. I used to constantly say "Matt-CHOO" as if I was sneezing. Unfortunately, he wasn't interested. Then he moved away.

The movie Love Actually brought this on. There was the cutest little boy (who looked somewhat like how I remember Matthew looking) who was in love for the first time. Go see this movie! Too cute for words.


So much to blog, so little time. Here is the condensed form of my weekend...

First, it was off to PEI for my first business trip. I think it can also be classified as the worst business trip. It can only go up from here. We stopped for a minute in Springhill (Anne Murray's birthplace), and I saw a sign that said "DANGER! DO NOT DRINK WATER!"... I thought to myself, we better get the hell out of here asap. Then the car broke down. After waiting around forever, we ended up cabbing to Amherst and spending the night in the Comfort Inn, and not the 4 1/2 star hotel we were supposed to be in.

At the conference, some old man asked me to be his 'dirty girl'. I'm not even making that up.

On the way back, we had to take a tow truck for 2 1/2 hours to get back to Halifax. I was cold, hungry, cranky, and ready to stab anyone who looked at me the wrong way. PixieSparkle wasn't a happy girl. There is much that could be said about this trip, but in the interest of time, space and my sanity, I'm going to put it out of my mind.

On to better news.

Last night, Megan and I went out for supper (Don Cherrys), where I ate entirely too many wings and ribs and drank far too much beer. We went to see Love Actually just a teeny bit buzzed (okay, a lot buzzed), and it was so enjoyable. A number of different love stories all woven together.

At various romantic points during the movie, you could actually hear the women in the theatre sighing in longing. I laughed to myself and silently pitied them for being so clichéd, until I caught myself sighing. The movie really makes you miss Christmas first kisses. It was a good time though.

I cried quite a bit, as is my way. I am a movie crier, a TV commercial crier, a cartoon crier.

This entry is far too long. I’ll stop typing now.


Earlier today I was talking with Sarah about a friend from high school just having a baby. We started talking about how different things were now then we expected them to be.

If I had looked into the future back when I was in grade 10, I don't know what I would expect to see, but it certainly wouldn't be this -- not that this is bad, just different from what was expected. I didn't have concrete plans then, and I still don't have them.

Now I can't help but wonder how different my life will be in in the future from what I expect it to be right now...

I think I've mentioned this before, but my office is a really old house. That means really old doorknobs and locks. I just went upstairs to use the washroom, and on the way out, I just couldn't get the door to work. I don't know if it was the lock or the door or what, but I was definatly stuck. Finally, after much jiggling, I got out.

When I did escape, the women in the offices upstairs were laughing at me. The following conversation ensued:

Women: You sounded stuck. Were you starting to panic?
Me: Yeah, a little... I hate that door!
Women: That's okay, we wouldn't make you stay there all day, we'd rescue you.
Me: Oh thanks. That would be a fate worse then death.
Women: It's the sisterhood... We'd have to help. But if you were a man, you'd be screwed!

So to all the male readers... Steer clear of this washroom. If you get stuck, you're on your own.


I always wash my clothes on cold-cold. Today, I was doing a load of all sweaters. All my favourite sweaters. Someone had the washer on hot-cold, and I didn't realise it.... Now I think that eight of my favourite sweaters may be ruined.

Friends don't let friends wash wool with hot water.

Someone found me by googling dumb newfies. I was the second highest result!


I meant to blog this yesterday, but I was too hungover. So here are just the highlights of Saturday night at the Palace.

>> The VIP room. There was nothing actually special about it, except tacky wood paneling and a really short suit of armour in the corner.
>> The best McDonalds I've ever eaten. There were two guys at the table next to us who kept switching tables and talking to us. "Excuse me, but can my friend please have a fry?" and "Is that a filet of fish with TOMATO?! WOW!! That is so awesome!!!" and "I sleep in the nude" were just a few of the lines used.
>> Being called 'princess' by some big tough black man (however, it was said very sarcastically, so I kinda made a scene and talked about how he was being disrespectful. His friend apologised profusely on his behalf).
>> Most pimped out cab EVER. We're talking crazy lights, loud music, etc. The name of the company was "dusk til dawn". He blared Shake Your Tailfeather all the way home and we all danced in our seats.

It was a good weekend. Lots of fun hanging out with people (Especially Maggie) that I hadn't seen in so long. There was more I wanted to blog, but nothing that I can remember right now...


I just found the site Rate My Teacher, and there is also a section for rating professors. What an awesome site... I'll be sure to check it before I register for classes.

I was surprised that even my high schools were listed with a few ratings up.


Last night I dreamt that I hooked up with Kevin Bacon at a party. I was back in Newfoundland, at a house party that was supposed to be like a high school party. I was talking to two friends and Kevin Bacon, and the two friends left so that Kevin Bacon and I could 'be alone'.

KEVIN BACON?! What is my mind thinking??
Of all the celebrities to hook me up with, it chose Kevin Bacon?

What happened to that list of five that I have?
What happened to the dream a few weeks ago about Dr. Dre?

Although I dislike Kevin Bacon in real life, I really liked him in my dream. Odd.


I just watched Eight Simple Rules, and did I ever cry. It was so well done... So sad. Usually when I watch sad movies/tv, I repeat to myself, "This isn't true. They are alive and happy". In this case, obviously my fail safe anti-cry method didn't work.

It hit close to home, even though it really shouldn't have.

But a girl needs a good cry every now and then.

How can two people who had the exact same upbringing turn out so differently? My brother and I are like night and day. He always seems to find a new way to offend me or piss me off. It blows my mind to think that we came from the same parents -- Even his friends said so when I met them.

He can be incredibably sweet and protective and generous. But on the other hand, he has no respect for women besides myself and my mother. He is horrible with money and can be quite selfish. He says things to me and I just want to scream at him -- No one else knows how to push my buttons like he does.

Lately I want to just let loose and tell him exactly what I'm thinking. Someone hold me back though, cause that wouldn't be a good thing.


Geekest thing ever. I mean it.
Too. Geeky. For. Words.