In a week's time, I'll be part of this.
I can't believe it.
Please remember: Every action counts. TOGETHER we can change the world. Don't hesitate to be your best self. Don't hesitate to do something good. Don't EVER hesitate to TRY!
9/25/10
9/24/10
-My Minute-
Manager: "Kemeny, did you get your minute?"
Me: "Uhh, no??"
This was the two-sentenced dialogue that became a regular staple for me, whilst employed with one of the most benevolent companies in the world!
GAP, OBVIOUSLY.
...wow, only kidding.
Let me breif you on what a 'minute' actually is: Before every shift, the LOD (Leader On Deck, a.k.a, the manager on the floor) will give you a short summary of yesterday's financial achievements, the hopes for today's sale goals, and an exiguous pep talk to get you into that super-enthusiastic-about-everything mode, of which is supposed to ensure your monetary success throughout your shift - but I'm not writing about Gap today. No, no. Today (!), I'm going to give you a 'minute' on what's going on in my life, currently.
MEANING, there will be periods where I haven't written for days - weeks, even - but my 'minute' will encompass a short...something in my life, right now. If that makes sense.
Here's my first minute:
Okay. Busiest week of my LIFE, thus far. I've done more this week (of which isn't over, yet), than the entirety of my summer: I went to a N.E.R.D. concert (which was AWESOME, by the way), I've been day-drinking three days of this week (for my cold, people - rum helps you get better, I swear.), I went to my classes... (improvement?) I went to my classes WITH a COLD (I HATE colds), there were several student group events I attended (I got drunk at all of them), I've been introduced to WAY too many people, and I can't remember what else I did this week.
Coming up, however, is a birthday party tonight (I will be intoxicated), then I have a meeting tomorrow, another concert (JUSTIN NOZUKA, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE), and another birthday party (at a hotel).
NO, it doesn't end there...The next morning, I'm volunteering ALL DAY. Around 7am, I'll (if I wake up in time) be cheering on runners and throwing water at them in a marathon, then I'll be going to (Free The Children's) We Day training for my entire afternoon/evening. Am I excited? HELLS, YES.
Truly, I really do feel that alcohol is the one thing keeping energized these days. That and my sweet mumma's cooking.
<-- This is what I've been drinking. Rivers.
Me: "Uhh, no??"
This was the two-sentenced dialogue that became a regular staple for me, whilst employed with one of the most benevolent companies in the world!
GAP, OBVIOUSLY.
...wow, only kidding.
Let me breif you on what a 'minute' actually is: Before every shift, the LOD (Leader On Deck, a.k.a, the manager on the floor) will give you a short summary of yesterday's financial achievements, the hopes for today's sale goals, and an exiguous pep talk to get you into that super-enthusiastic-about-everything mode, of which is supposed to ensure your monetary success throughout your shift - but I'm not writing about Gap today. No, no. Today (!), I'm going to give you a 'minute' on what's going on in my life, currently.
MEANING, there will be periods where I haven't written for days - weeks, even - but my 'minute' will encompass a short...something in my life, right now. If that makes sense.
Here's my first minute:
Okay. Busiest week of my LIFE, thus far. I've done more this week (of which isn't over, yet), than the entirety of my summer: I went to a N.E.R.D. concert (which was AWESOME, by the way), I've been day-drinking three days of this week (for my cold, people - rum helps you get better, I swear.), I went to my classes... (improvement?) I went to my classes WITH a COLD (I HATE colds), there were several student group events I attended (I got drunk at all of them), I've been introduced to WAY too many people, and I can't remember what else I did this week.Coming up, however, is a birthday party tonight (I will be intoxicated), then I have a meeting tomorrow, another concert (JUSTIN NOZUKA, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE), and another birthday party (at a hotel).
NO, it doesn't end there...The next morning, I'm volunteering ALL DAY. Around 7am, I'll (if I wake up in time) be cheering on runners and throwing water at them in a marathon, then I'll be going to (Free The Children's) We Day training for my entire afternoon/evening. Am I excited? HELLS, YES.Truly, I really do feel that alcohol is the one thing keeping energized these days. That and my sweet mumma's cooking.
<-- This is what I've been drinking. Rivers.
9/17/10
Meeting THE president (pt 1)
Oh goshness. I just requested a meet and greet with my school's president...my school's president!!
Why, you ask?
All I can say is this: There was a section I had to fill out that said, topic - as in, what is the topic, or what is the reason for your meet and greet? Instead of typing something more academically charged, I typed the one word that wouldn't cease it's excitable ringing in my head.
*INSPIRATION.
(hahahahaha)
Okay. I want to be honest. I don't really have much to discuss with THE president, per se, but I'd like to believe that I am fully able to exercise my rights as a student, and that includes spur-of-the-moment appointment bookings to meet with my school's president, damn it!
I may not have a definitive purpose, as of yet, but that's why I was smart enough to book the appointment in late November! Giving myself enough time to come up with something! Not just any something - something grand!
That being said, on - and close to - November 22nd, 2010, I (!!) will be holding my shit, for a lack of better words.
To be continued...
9/13/10
117 (pt 1)
I order my Thai Express soup combo, and what's my ticket number?
1 FUCKING 17.
...117!!!!!
I see this number EVERY WHERE.
1 FUCKING 17.
...117!!!!!
I see this number EVERY WHERE.
9/12/10
An Extended, Global, Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, ya'll. Something weird is happening... something AWESOME...
People are ACTUALLY reading my (mundane) blog!!!
Can you believe that?
Yeah, neither can I!
I've been tracking my views for the past month and the numbers are mind-boggling! I don't even know why you people read the crap I write!
And there are not only chaps in Canada choosing to visually and intellectually stimulate their psyche with the wad of crap I dish out on a regular basis, but we're talking world-wide!
Globalization!!! That didn't make sense - but seriously, I don't get it.
People from:
...AND...
I guess I should thank you for putting up with my nonsense...
I'll do my best to write blogs that will provide some sort of inspiration.
I really only want to build awareness, generate creativity of the mind, spiritual motivation for the soul, or make you laugh in some way (at me, most likely).
More importantly, I'd like to thank you for putting in even the slightest effort in scrolling down to see what's under that massive picture. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
HA, you probably don't give two pea pods what I'm saying right now.
If it's not too vain, I don't think I'll ever get the chance to write this again:
"They love me! They really, really love me!"
People are ACTUALLY reading my (mundane) blog!!!
Can you believe that?
Yeah, neither can I!
I've been tracking my views for the past month and the numbers are mind-boggling! I don't even know why you people read the crap I write!
And there are not only chaps in Canada choosing to visually and intellectually stimulate their psyche with the wad of crap I dish out on a regular basis, but we're talking world-wide!
Globalization!!! That didn't make sense - but seriously, I don't get it.
People from:
- Canada (obviously)
- U.S.
- Australia
- Hungary
- Germany
- Austria
- U.K.
- Denmark
- Aruba
- France
- Czech Republic
- Philippines
...AND...
- Lebanon
I guess I should thank you for putting up with my nonsense...
I'll do my best to write blogs that will provide some sort of inspiration.
I really only want to build awareness, generate creativity of the mind, spiritual motivation for the soul, or make you laugh in some way (at me, most likely).
More importantly, I'd like to thank you for putting in even the slightest effort in scrolling down to see what's under that massive picture. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
HA, you probably don't give two pea pods what I'm saying right now.
If it's not too vain, I don't think I'll ever get the chance to write this again:
"They love me! They really, really love me!"
9/11/10
Back To School Wish List 2010
I always say: "There are two points of renewal in every year: New Years, and the beginning of the school year." Another school year quickly approaches.
That's right, ya'll! I'm only a mere day and a half away from the glorious stress and pressures of living the student life, of which would include the regular over-consumption of caffeinated beverages; gaining at least five stress pounds; being virtually broke throughout the academic year; essentially, living in one of the study cubicles at the library; surviving those dreaded all-night-ers; and the occasional pinch of social anxiety here and there (I haven't even started on OSAP -- I WILL NOT go there. I might smash my computer...).
Would you think I were weird if I said I were LOOKING FORWARD TO ALL OF THAT?!
The correct answer is: YES -- but it wouldn't matter because you probably already think I'm weird!
Aside from the shit-ty (and realistic, I might add) tangible perks to being a student, there are (if you look really hard) positive aspects within our situation.Let's see... making new friends! Learning! Having something to do! Or... I don't know, feeling like your life has short-term purpose (graduating)! See, lot's of stuff! I mean, given the pound of crap I was served every five minutes this summer, all that student stuff I wrote up there doesn't sound so bad. Heck -- I'm even looking forward to it! I'm as excited as those kids in the picture! Except I'm running to the 196 Express bus!
I just realized that the title says, "Wish list," so I better write one.
THIS is what I'm hoping for in this Fall/Winter academic year:
- I'd love an attractive T.A.! He could add to my go-to-fucking-class-kemeny motivation!
- Hoping that I'll make more York friends!
- Not looking for a boyfriend (boys suck), but someone hot to look at on a regular basis (i.e., TUTORIAL) would be nice.
- I need a note-taking buddy in each of my classes.
- Get A's in ALL OF MY COURSES!!!!! ALL OF THEEEM!!!
- I need to make it through PSYC this year, or I'll smash something...
- Maybe become more vocal in my classes?
- I thought this list would be more crazy.
Here's to this 'UGGGHHHHH' summer being OOOVEERRRRRR.
It's one of those periods when you know you're supposed to be living based on Eastern time, but somehow find yourself functioning on Pacific time.A couple nights ago, I found myself surpassing my average going-to-bed time (around 4am) by four hours (making it around 8am). Seeing as it was 50% off day at Value Village that morning, I opted to stay up the rest of the day in an effort to correct this unruly sleeping habit of mine.
This here is an attempt at fixing my biological clock:
- 8am-ish: exhausted. Debating going to sleep. Will persevere.
- 10:11am: Inside Value Village. 50% off sale. They're serving coffee. I would have made some, but it wasn't ready. Plus, I'm lazy. My eyes are strained.
- 11:26am: Eating wedges from Sobey's and watching The View with my mumma. Drowsy.
- 12:05pm: On my way to York. A rasta dude keeps pacing around me while we're waiting for the train at St George. I'm a little more awake.
- 1:00pm: standing on the 196 bus. I don't remember the last time I stood on the 196. Not what I want to be doing, especially with my haven't-slept-for-more-than-22-hours-and-counting ...ness. I'm supposed to be at York right now.
- 1:06pm: Still standing on the bus.
- 1:07pm: Still standing. The fatigue is kicking in.
- 1:17pm: First of all, I see that number (117) way too many times and secondly, I'm struggling to get the key for the Fsay office out of this stupid combination lock.
- 1:28pm: Sitting in the Fsay office. Taking a break.
- 1:32pm: Laying on couch... I think I'll buy a coach cover. Thank God, I'm not wearing bra straps. I'd go crazy trying to fix them in this stupid dress. Taking a 5min nap.
- 1:45pm: Fuck. It was supposed to be 5 minutes.
- 2:19pm: En route to Eatons. Going to be late by 10 minutes.
- 2:20pm: Just found out that I was actually 8 minutes EARLY for my appointment, not 11 minutes late. I could have made it! Whyyy...
- 2:41pm: Just did the head-bobbing thing sleepy people do on the train. The first of many, I'm sure.
- 2:48pm: More than 10 minutes late -- still en route to Eatons.
- 3:00pm: FINALLY arriving at Dundas. I need a fucking coffee because I swear I was about to snore my life away on the train.
- 3:12pm: WAITING for my mom.
- 3:30pm: Went searching for her in the mall and FOUND HER at the phone place (Where we needed to go.). Thanks for ditching me, mother! Geez...
- 4:24pm: Eating with the parental. Not so tired. Possibly feeding off my mumma's energy.
- 4:46pm: Mom's got her new blackberry curve and we're making a pit-spot at the potty before venturing home.
That's where it ended! Don't think I had enough energy to continue jotting down my day.
To conclude, I ended up sleeping around 10pm that night (yay!!!); however, it only lasted one night (boo).
AND THE BLOODY CYCLE CONTINUES...
9/8/10
Edge of Desire
For this particular blog, I recommend you press play on the video below and listen to the song while you're reading.
Johnny (as in, John Mayer) has many songs that touch many parts of my vertebrae (like, a lot), but there's one song that goes beyond my physical matter, into the core of an intangible spot somewhere near where the area of my heart is.
I don't just like this song. I don't just love this song. I live this song (like + love = live? Seriously, though...).
Every time I hear it, I feel everything; his cryptic words, the enthralling, melodious plucking of his guitar strings, the heavy-grounded bass and the dependable drum... I feel it all.
This song is special to me because it's utterly and absolutely vulnerable; All the time we waste arming ourselves with aluminum shields galore, when what we really feel is the need to not be forgotten. And the truth is, as he says, "I'm scared you'll forget about me."
This beautiful piece of work is called Edge of Desire. If you haven't heard it, take a listen.
I hope that you all take the time to disrobe yourselves of your heavy shields. Someday, I hope you will allow yourselves to love and be loved.
Johnny (as in, John Mayer) has many songs that touch many parts of my vertebrae (like, a lot), but there's one song that goes beyond my physical matter, into the core of an intangible spot somewhere near where the area of my heart is.
I don't just like this song. I don't just love this song. I live this song (like + love = live? Seriously, though...).
Every time I hear it, I feel everything; his cryptic words, the enthralling, melodious plucking of his guitar strings, the heavy-grounded bass and the dependable drum... I feel it all.
This song is special to me because it's utterly and absolutely vulnerable; All the time we waste arming ourselves with aluminum shields galore, when what we really feel is the need to not be forgotten. And the truth is, as he says, "I'm scared you'll forget about me."
This beautiful piece of work is called Edge of Desire. If you haven't heard it, take a listen.
I hope that you all take the time to disrobe yourselves of your heavy shields. Someday, I hope you will allow yourselves to love and be loved.
9/6/10
9/1/10
Ono... Ohh, noooo...
Oh, yes... she is DEFINITELY an Aquarius.(No offense to any Aquarians out there. You guys are my favorite. If you're an Aquarius, I automatically like you.)
Not only is Yoko Ono the widow of the legendary musician, John Lennon, but the artist, singer, musician, author, feminist and peace activist was widely speculated to be the cause for the break up of one of history's greatest bands of all time: The Beatles!
Ono has generated media waves all over the world with her unusual, avant-garde approach to artistry for many years. You'd think she'd be redundant by now, but no -- she's been holding her own, keeping her work edgy and always controversial.
Take, for example, her latest piece: She fakes an orgasm for 3 minutes in this video. To be honest, I've seen Asian porn... they don't sound like that.It's called: 'Voice Piece for Soprano & Wish Tree.' It took place at The Museum of Modern Art in New York; however, I'd prefer to call it, 'That Crazy Lady in the Alley.'
Enjoy.
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