New Coldplay.

Just when I begin to find that my ship is sinking, here comes Coldplay to the rescue with a new album to save my drowning men.

New outfits, new concept, still the same great music.
I couldn't imagine a world without Coldplay. One of the true loves of my life.

If you don't like Coldplay, we can't be friends...

The Challenges of Comprehension.

Now, I don't have a sister and have never experienced the inevitable bond that is sisterly love.
And while I'm completely able to comprehend the threads of unwavering loyalty
that are woven to interlock
so tightly together by common genetics and a shared history,
what I do not understand is ABSURDITY.

This is how everything looks without my glasses on.
There was one point where every guy looked like Robert Pattinson, but hey, that might not be such a bad thing...

Here's my deal on relationships --

Photo by Angie Torres

Maybe, I'm a little on edge after watching the newest season of The Bachelorette franchise,
in partnership with the silent storm ravaging my internal organs,
but goodness me, why must single persons always CLAIM to be ALONE?

I'm happy to say that I'm not single -- yes, that's right. I'm officially not alone, everyone.
Rather, I'm a solitary, idiosyncratic unit of joy.
Meaning, I'm happy and contented living within the solitude of myself.

I'm happy being with just me.

There comes a time when it becomes necessary to change your profuse focus from needing someone to be with you, so you're not alone for the rest of your life to switching it to your own productive & positive growth.
I say this, because in order to TRULY be a good partner, you must be an individual.

Often times I find as couples merge into relationships, they begin to lose themselves in their lust
& infatuations too easily in the beginning. It's these couples that form an invisible bubble of seclusion around them that separates them from the world. They become Siamese twins, you know? Obviously, these couples make it up to 4 years, and if they pass that mark, you KNOW someone's cheating (can I get a witness?).

Control is very important to the sustainability of a relationship. One needs to be able to know how much to give and how much to hold back, so that they don't dump all their stank shit on their partner.

It's like: I love you, but I don't want to smell your stank shit all day.

A pet peeve of mine is definitely teenage relationships. Can you imagine two 12 year olds having sex? I know some of you have engaged in these ADULT endeavors around as young as 13, but in my opinion, that's FUCKING NASTY not something I want to envision.

Being an individual is crucial to the success of any relationship.
In part with trusting, listening, communicating, appreciating & for you DUMBASS men out there, EMPATHIZING with your girlfriends.
Remember, when she's crying, pouring out her heart to you about how much you hurt her, she doesn't just want a fucking apology. She wants you to acknowledge her pain. She wants you to show that you understand that she is hurting.

Don't get me wrong, some girls are legit bitches man-eaters, but most are genuine, beautiful entities of love, who deserve someone they can freely express themselves with in an idealistic & sentimental way. There are men out there that deserve that, too.

Alright, alright.
Enough rambling from me for one night.

Relationships are not for me. I'm happy I don't have to pensively stare out, overlooking the deserted wilderness of weeds from my illusory balcony waiting for Prince Charming, because there is no Prince Charming; HOWEVER, there IS a sperm bank.
And that's good enough for me.

Could video games help save the world?

In their newest issue of Global Voices,
(local superhero's) Marc & Craig Kielburger, seem to believe
that socially conscious video games may be highly affective at
curing apathy towards the world’s most distressing issues.

Let me tell you what I found REALLY INTERESTING.
It's a point video game designer, Jane McGonigal makes mid-way through the article:

"Gamers experience “urgent optimism,” which she describes as the intense desire to achieve something combined with the unwavering belief that anything is possible."

If this is true, imagine the possibilities!

Read the article here. It'll , for sure, bring about new insight.

Fragile Bird.

"And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
such as, living with the uncertainty that I'll never find the words to say,
which would completely explain just how I'm breaking down."

"...so go on and save your scissors for someone else's skin.
My surface is too tough, I don't think the blade will dig in.
Save your strength. Save your wasted time..."



And finally...

You'd only think of eating by yourself as grim & slightly awkward.
You'd think that. But it's actually not that bad.
Might allow myself to say,
I almost prefer it.

As they say...

The beginning of my WEDAY campaigning

Via my Facebook Page:

Do YOU want to be part of a MASSIVE movement activating positive change?

VOLUNTEER @ WEDAY 2011 this year!

Watch as 18,000 kids pack the ACC, all with the hopes of inspiring and spreading awareness & action for a better tomorrow! :D

As a crowd pumper at last year's WEDAY & I can tell you (first-hand), feeling the energy of a stadium filled with 18,000 hopeful kids, ready to make a change in the world is one of the most inspiring & invigorating feelings in the world.

You can volunteer in any number of positions, from crowd pumper (you'll need energy for that!), to registration admin, to usher, to other positions I can't remember.

REGISTRATION OPENS: June 30th, 2011.

Here's a link to the page: http://weday.freethechildren.com/volunteer/

Take some time out of your schedule, throw your nervous, 'don't-want-to-make-any-effort' fears away, do yourself a favour & BE A PART of this wonderful event!

I got a couple friends to volunteer last year, my goal is to get at least 5 people down! haha. I'll be campaigning hardcore, TRUST.

Stay tuned for more!

<3 Kem

The sonance of steady Rain assures my earthly entity.

Notice anything weird in the picture?

DUN DUN DUN...

Tell me that's not creepy.

Hipster Mentality

A friend of mine (@Treyle on Twitter) posted this onto his Facebook a while back. I believe he used it to support a thesis related to the ideologies of hipster mentality.

I WILL SAY THIS: I like what that girl's wearing.

Would I consider myself to be a hipster? ...depends on what you attribute the word hipster to.

Personally, I'm a fan of any garment with a high waist. I have a particularly sizable derriere and high-waisted items create nice curvature for my physique.
Not to mention the massive-retro-glasses look. If you know me, you know I can't see for shit, so the bigger the glasses, the BETTER (for me).
Otherwise, I've always been a fan of art & individualism.

Plus, skinnies look nicer on men.

Don't know about you, but this picture does it for me.

The Effects of Cactus Penetration

I'll tell you this.

You know when you meet someone whom you think is a good person?

Morally driven, able to comprehend basic empathy, one of those people you know would never cheat on you, or willingly watch you go through any emotional pain that they may have caused.

I'd like to say I've got pretty good judgment of people, but sometimes, your pelvic speaks louder than your brain. Can't say that's what happened to me, but generally, I'm just saying.

You give it some time to weigh out whether this person is here to make you happy or break your heart. A good amount of time later, they stick a gnarley cactus branch up your ass and you're wondering where the hell it came from. You look back at them and suddenly, they're not the person you once knew a couple years ago.

Sadly, you're left with the tough decision to move on--but is it as tough as it seems?

If this mother-fucker is ramming your asshole with a gnarley cactus branch, and it hurts like fuck, wouldn't it be a relief (at the very least) to have that piece of shit out of your awesome ass--life, rather?
Yeah, you've gotta tape your ass back together, but it'll heal, eventually.

Now you know what to look for in people you meet in the future (someone who ISN'T carrying a bag with a gnarley cactus branch in it). You're traumatized, but after finding the right person whose patient enough to help you dissolve your pain, you allow yourself to love again.

But for people like me, it's not over until the fat lady chokes on her twinkie and dies a slow, sweet death. What does that mean? Simple:
No one sticks a gnarley cactus branch in Kemeny's ass and get's away with it, alive.

(muhahahaha)

Something Old.

I swear, I have crushes on everyone...

WEIRD dreams last night--yes, dream in plural form.

One part consisted of my holding of a guy's (very, VERY sweaty) hand while we went on the scariest tour of York University in my life...

Zombies and all...

You know when you're listening to a song & you try to selectively hear each instrument in the song? Yeah, I like doing that. #nowplaying--or rather, #nowdissecting this wicked tune.

The TRUTH about Simon Cowell

I always aware that Simon Cowell looked like a creature of some sort,
but I could never put my finger on it... (ha)--UNTIL NOW!

Simon Cowell is actually an extremely civilized ape.

The Boo--My husband.

IF YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW, I'm actively working on a plan to meet Craig Kielburger, woo him & get him to initiate a proposal of marriage to me.

It's gonna happen!

Drugs I recommend.

IT WORKS.

Photo: J.S. Carlo

No lies, I wasn't event posing. I was reaching for something... That's how good she is.

Spilling some milk.

Not in the happiest place, at the moment.
Nothing's wrong, in particular, just facing my insecurities -- they're making me want to run away to a place far from here, where there is nothing expected of me, but to be myself.

Feels like I'm putting on a head (face & hair) for everyone.
My friend tells me it's my people-pleasing problem. The most frustrating part is not knowing where it comes from... Or, maybe, I'm not accepting the deep crevice of truth.

It's not easy to just be you (not you, me). Or maybe my concept of freedom-of-self is too extreme. It's not like I want to run around downtown naked.
It just feels as though I have to work twice as much harder than everyone else to be eligible for acceptance. And yet, these tiny ego-demons are what keep myself (and so many, many others) from being great.

"Fear is stronger than hope, but hope always wins." - Arthur from the show Camelot.

He said that yesterday (when I was watching the episode on my laptop).
I think I need to be a soul-dier and fight through these minuscule fears I have. I'll be singing some "All These Things That I've Done," by The Killers.

#11 on 'Kemeny's-Most-Adored-Songs-of-ALL-TIME' list.

Original by Smokey Robinson (MAYJAH Motown musical crush on this guy).



The cover that made me ADORE this song - it's on my list of Kemeny's Most Adored Songs of ALL TIME list. I'll get it on paper (or blogger) soon enough.

Anywho, I will MARRY THE MAN who can sing this with me (Smokey? Maybe? Huey Lewis? Maybe?).