We're only here for one more night

My boss is so precious, guys. He's applying for Canadian citizenship because he's Irish and he was like "I think it's about time, don't you?" He said he's been here since 1982 and that makes him more Canadian than me. It does, man.

I'm very, very in love with How I Met Your Mother. How have I waited until now to discover this show? It's legen- Wait for it -dary.

I got invited to go to yet another boozelympics this weekend. Also:

YYC -> YYZ -> LGA
EWR -> ORD -> YYC
YYC -> YYZ -> LGA
LGA -> YYZ -> YYC

Check it, bitches. That's in May.

Next month is YYC -> YVR -> YYC

I used to think it was sad that I knew airport codes, but then I realized that other people are lame for not knowing them. In summary? I rock, you suck.

I finished my first book of January. I don't want to tell you what it was, but it was Sweet Valley High. I don't even care how badly these were written, it was good to read the flipside of the Sweet Valley Saga. I truly did want to know all about the magnificent Theo W. I've had this open all morning, I'm so lame.

Anyway. Everyone, watch How I Met Your Mother and we can all still be friends.

If you know something...

Stop lying to yourself about knowing it. I know something. And I try again and again to let myself believe otherwise. Again and again, I end up feeling hurt. Should I blame others? Maybe. Maybe not.

And so, Melinda, your true task of the new year is not to blame others, but to accept them as what they. You know who you can count on and who you can't.

This is not directed at you or you. I promise. I just didn't want to post this elsewhere.
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The end has no end...

I'm finally feeling healthy, though displeased with the bottle of water I'm drinking. Evian, you have nothing on Fiji and you never will.

Yeah, I'm one of those assholes who swears by a certain brand of bottled water. I've convinced other people of my views, so I know I'm not alone.

I'm outside, soaking up some vitamin D because this is kind of my only chance.

It's also good to step out of my office at noon so I don't get the same crazies I got last year at this time.

I'm digging the solid shampoo and conditioner, even if it does take a bit of getting used to. They'll be easier to travel with, for sure. It's just weird running a bar through my hair.

Mmm, Starbucks.
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This is me and the new shampoo and conditioner I'm trying. Solid shampoo and conditioner from Lush. 

My aunt was here for the weekend and it was awesome. Also, I'm happy that my room is feeling clean. I have the space heater. I have antibiotics and I have awesome friends. So. I'm off to do more cleaning before it's time for Meghan to be off work and us to be awesome. 

Time to go green, yo.

A long, pointless update

Twice in one day is a lot for me. I do not like feeling sick, though. If you were me, you'd hate it as much as I do. DNW tonsils being enlarged with puss. Although it does bring to mind when Mandy had tonsillitis and she had [as she put it] "swollen pussy glands."

... Yeah, you read it right. Things like that should not be sent via text message.

Things that fail:

Hunter

Me

Things that win:

Not Hunter

Not me.

I am making a frowny face in my bed. Fortunately, I have a space heater. That makes me pretty happy. I got it today because my room is kind of frosty when I get in at night. I bought it from Staples and had it sent to work and then had to carry it home from the train today. This story is not interesting to anyone but me. I think that's what a good blog is. Things that are only interesting to me. 

Things that are interesting to me:

Perez

Apartmenttherapy

Chapters

American Apparel

Technology failing me

Finding the best hairspray

Being approximately as shallow as a kiddie pool

I want to buy a camera, but not right now. Right now, I would like to take penicillin and sleep for the next 3 years. 

My word! It's been forever since I blogged, eight whole days. I've been keeping myself very busy between ________ Night Girl's Club, Chapters, and work. In there, I've found time to book myself a flight to Vancouver, be awesome, and drink about 6 more shots of espresso a day than any person should consume.

C'est la vie. Tout va bien.

That was a few hours ago. I take it back. Tout ne va pas bien. I just got back from seeing the doctor and I'm getting tested for Strep and Mono. Je n'aime pas.

Anyway, now that I've wasted 3 hours at the doctor's office, I've got to catch up at work.

Mitchell, I'm sorry, I know I said I'd post my goals in here for 2009 and I haven't yet. I fail, I only just got them down onto paper and into my other blog. Some of them are really, really personal though and I don't really feel like having them everywhere, so I'll just fill you in on them. Here are some things that aren't goals, per se, but things I'd like to accomplish this year:

1. Buy a canvas and either silkscreen it or paint it to match the words I live and die by.

2. Visit Mitchell at least twice.

3. Stop self-medicating to treat my extreme social anxiety. 

4. Be more organized with my personal paperwork. File all papers by third day of following month. Where I can, go paperless.

5. In going along with number 3, find a shrink by June 30. 

6. Clean out my closet and either consign or donate the clothes I don't wear. "I might wear it" will no longer be accepted as an excuse.

7. Make my bed every day. 

8. Take more time to read. 

9. Get more sleep. The fact that I'm posting this after 11:30 on a week night says that I'm not doing so well on that. 

I had a bitchin' Christmas and New Year. New Year's Eve was all kinds of ridic that I won't even mention. I got a lot and gave a lot for Christmas. I'm very lucky to have my friends and family. I love my friends and family. I try to tell them that more. I had the flu for Christmas and woke up Saturday with what I found out on Monday was tonsillitis. Yeah. Awful lotta awesome in my body this holiday season. [That's what SHE said.]

Chapters is still awesome, I'm still awesome, and most importantly, you're still awesome. Because I'm still awesome, have some pictures of me looking awesome with my Femmebot hair. [It's Mitchell's personal brand of heroin. We're lame, we know.]

My new coat. Note how unimpressed I look. That's not for any particular reason.

One of my Christmas presents. Also, I like my boobs in that picture. 

Melinda is tired after Boxing Day. She is tired but her hair could go for days. The winning hairspray appears to be the red bottle from Samy.