it happens in movies when something bad is going to happen.

Went out last night for the classic (classy?) Fouf’s friday night. It was generally uneventful. Got to the bar around midnight, rolled with my homies, had pizza afterwards. Then — a miracle.

While wandering up St.Catherine, trying to flag down a cab of sorts, a limousine pulls over. The driver says he’ll drop all of us off at our respective doorsteps for a mere $5 each. Interestingly enough, 2 of our party had to go back to the West Island (about a 30 minute drive). For some reason, the limousine driver said that would be fine. Literally rolled with my homegirls around Montreal in a limo until 5 in the AM.

Good times.

i think i look like a serial killer when i am cranky.

most of the time i am quite jovial, really. but shit, when i get cranky…

as a testament of my crankiness, i will tell you the things i dislike today, in no particular order.

1. TV
2. Movies
3. Music
4. Books
5. My friends (except you, of course)
6. The telephone
7. The fan in the living room
8. The wrinkles in my skirt
9. The newspapers (both their content and physical presence)
10.The Internet
11.Generation X
12.My generation
13.Irony
14.Satire
15.Cynicism
16.Love
17.The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm
18.My hair
19.The cold
20.2$ Chow Mein
21.1$ Springroll
22.Sleeping
23.Sitting
24.Walking
25.”Going out”
26.”Staying in”
27.My fingernails
28.The cat

Here are the things I don’t hate today.

1. Magic

Too bad there is no such thing as magic, or I might just stop being so effing cranky.

there is something much better than school or work out there, and i have found it.

its name is scene it.it is the greatest board game ever created. you watch movie clips on a dvd and answer trivia questions … trust me, it is fantastic. i have played it the last two nights in a row.

Also, this morning I found five bucks. the old kind.

mira doesn’t like new years eve but I love it (not to rub it in). everyone is just so buzzed and lovely.

i went to one dinner party, five new years parties, and one pub. avery and i had some good chats. i touched jesse’s eyeball. i made a new friend who has fifteen piercings. i made a new friend called sarah. i met someone from montreal. i dumped a rainbow barf-bucket (not my own) off of a porch. i woke up this morning and went to the Only for a cowgirl breakfast, just like last year only different. the people, not the cowgirl.

shit. i crashed my car the other day (not my car, my dad’s car) and knocked over a sign. it wasn’t even a big deal, i didn’t get stuck or break any glass or lights or anything.

but now i am nervous all the time. i just got back from a film (spanglish) and my heart is pounding from the drive. my hands are all clammy. my back is stiff from being tense. as soon as i stood up out of my car, i fell down on the ice.
for once, i am looking forward to getting back on public transit.

Considering a trip to Lakefield, Ontario? Then consider this your own personal guide to eating right on a budget. I know what you’re thinking — “with all that selection, how ever will I choose?”

Well gentleladies and gentlemen, there is really only one choice.

Debbie’s Lakeland Family Restaurant. You’ll know it when you see it — there is a giant hamburger painted on the wall outside.

This representation is slightly different than the one at Debbie’s, but there was no real way to duplicate the warping wood and chipped paint digitally. So I opted for the picture that spelled ‘hamburger’ wrong.

But don’t let the gorgeous sign outside fool you — they really do have more than just hamburgers. Complete with a gorgeous decor of white walls decorated in progressive po-mo style (or possibly just spattered with gravy), Lakeland seats you in style on any one of their fabulous royal blue velvet chairs. Then take a look at the menu, which has been designed to perfection — how many times have you been at a restaurant, unsure of how to open that confusing menu? Well at Debbie’s Lakeland, there is no need to fear. The arrow on the front cover will point you in the right direction every time.

Enjoy any combination of delicious entrees (I recommend the hot chocolate, sort of), and be sure to lick that greasy spoon clean!

I think my esteemed colleague put it best when she said, placing an empty packet of sweet ‘n low back on the table, “You know when you go to a really dirty little restaurant and the food is just amazing?”
Then she shook her head sadly.

Finally.

It feels like the most incredible weight has been lifted off of my brain. No more thinking about Trudeau, or Debord, or McLuhan, or Witness, or existentialism, or media theory, or media literacy, or propaganda.

I’m never taking hard classes again. If only there were a World Beat Music II.

Now it’s time to get back to what the Holidays are all about. Wrestling in Egg Nog.