stuck in the snow

It's very cold

Friday, December 24, 2004

The Sleepover

On Tuesday (of two weeks ago) me and my friend Monique (I guess I'll let that present thing go, because she has such low self asteem I don't want her to feel guilty, and I'm too passive to admit anything's wrong anyway) went over to my friend Steph's house for a crazy sleep over! We were going to get drunk and stoned and jump off the roof! But since her parents stayed home it was an intoxication-free night.
It was a very interesting night none the less, especially since Steph's dog hasn't been "fixed". The whole time me and monique were running around the house to avoid beeing humped by a 112 pound dog called Dakota. Unfortunately when Dakota doesn't get what he wants he gets really angry so he'll start snarling and and barking and bearing his teeth, which is pretty scary. But he can also be really really nice, for like five minutes. I even remember falling asleep on Steph's couch one time and being woken up by her dog humping me. Very traumatizing.
We spent a while watching T.V. and laughing at nothing, but there was one piticular children's show that was beyond funny. There was this lady who had probably taken too many drugs in her teenage years and was now paying for it and a talking racoon. Anyway, they were making this...um...thing, we all spent ages trying to figure ot what it was and finally decided it was some sort of car with a cup on it, and they were gluing things on to it, like cups and straws. When the lady was gluing some straws on she was explaining to us that the straws should not move, then all of a sudden the racoon said "Don't move straws!" That was too much, I was laughing so hard I nearly wet myself! Just the way he said it. And it got me remembering when I was a kid, I would watch shows like these and think "What? Do they think I'm stupid?"
Then Steph changed the channel to this phone sex hotline, we tried calling it but nothing happened! It just rang and rang, Steph looked very dissapointed so we called phone one of her guy friends and left some phone girl messeges on his answering machine, except we were laughing so hard that it ruined the mood. Finally we decided to head off to bed, and since I was the only one with a sleeping bag I got to sleep on the floor. Unforunately for my mental health I was too close to the wall, which devides Steph's room with her parent's room. Er, lets just say I heard stuff that anyone under 18 should never, ever hear.
The next morning Steph was gone to get her braces off so me and Monique just sat and watched T.V. When Steph got back her Dad was saying something about the snow but we weren't exactly listening, instead Steph was herassing her dog. Dakota started to get really angry and bit Steph twice! If he was my dog he would have been put to sleep by now! Steph started to yell at him and he started barking really loud. I got so freaked out I ran upstairs and left monique behinde laughing her ass off. Suddenly Steph's mom started yelling at her really loud which was sort of surprising because Steph's mom is always really nice. O well, we can't all be perfect. Fortunately I was in Steph's room so I could laugh as much as I wanted. It's so funny when adults get mad!
Finally it was time to go home but when my mom finally made to Steph's house the mini van got stuck. It had snowed almost three (I think) feet of snow and we hadn't even noticed! We said goodbye to Steph and got into the car, excpet it could barely move. I think it took half an hour just to get out of that street. Smashing into piles of snow and trying to back up, and finally Steph's dad pushing the car out onto the main street. What a sleepover. It's like something out of the ***SLEEPOVER CLUB*** (except with out the R rated sounds since that shows for kids).
Anyway hope everyone had a good holiday! I just got back from a somewhat cappy time in Toronto, but I shall write about that tomorrow!

Monday, December 20, 2004

Presents

Well I was talking to my friend Monique on MSN yesterday and I decided to ask her if she knew if my other friend Steph was getting me a Christmas present (sometimes she remembers, sometimes she forgets and I like to be equal) since I'm planning to go Christmas shopping sometime this week.
"I doubt it, you've only hung out twice since you came back from Ireland. I don't think she got you anything when she went shopping." Monique replied. That sort of confused me, we were still friends before but it didn't really bother me since Steph might be borderline retarded. Good, one less person to worry about!
"I guess I wont worry about her then." I wrote back.
"Don't worry about me either."
"Ok." And then trying to sound like she didn't need to get me a Christmas present I said "You didn't get me one did you?" (Since I knew she had gone Christmas shopping two weeks before).
"No"
"Ok you don't need to worry about me either." You should have already worried about me!
"Ok I wont."
"K, I just like to be equal" So we can both get each other nothing!
"Oh yah, can you ask Steph if she got me a present so I know if I should give her her present."
"Sure" You got Steph a present and not me?
"Yeah, we're like best buds now."
"lol" I can see that.
That hurt, especially because I felt as if me and Monique were exceptionally close. It wouldn't have bothered me if she had said something like "I've decided not to give anyone Christmas presents this year because I feel as if Christmas is becoming too materialistic." That would have been ok, but I remember her talking on the phone to one of her friends she constantly complains about, and saying "I went Christmas shopping in Buffalo and I got your present!" It's not even about the gifts, usually we just give each other some lip gloss and eyeshadow from the drugstore, it's about the reminder that we're all friends no matter what (well until university), and that we each go out and spend some time choosing the gifts. Things like this just make Christmas more depressing for me. I need to find some better friends!

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Giant Alien Odd Coloured Poo Found in Canadian Toilet

You know what I just realized? When you don't take care of your self it really effects other people, not just you. Take for example, my thirteen (I think) year old brother, who eats like crap. He eats tons of chips and fast food and other saturated fat, and when he is done in the washroom, YOU DO NOT WANT TO USE IT! I just visited the washroom to go have a shower after my brother had been in there for... a while. It stunk, I couldn't breath and I started choking, the cloud of stench started to sneak around the house. O god, my poor cat, Pachy! Cat's noses are much more sensitive than ours! I left, to go open the windows in my room, and waited there for a while. The smell had dissapeared somewhat, and it was getting really late, so I had to have a shower. I made my way in and noticed something, something so disusting that even the toilet didn't swallow it. Oh My God! I pratically screamed, I tried to flush it back down, but every time I tried the toilet said "Are you freaking serious? I can't dispose of this, it's too big and too contaminated!" Great, what will I do now? How are we going to get rid of this? It can't stay there forever can it? We could sell it to some tabloid: Giant Alien Odd Coloured Poo Found In Canadian Toilet. I didn't know what to do so I just put down the toilet cover and decided to have a very quick shower (I really needed one, I had just been running for an hour). We do have another shower downstairs, but it's like that Silkwood shower, and my skin is dry enough from the winter weather!

Friday, December 10, 2004

Nobody Noticed my flashy boots!

Last Wensday one of my friends invited me out for some bubble tea along with some of her friends for lunch. I decided to walk, and since it was raining I slipped on my new Salvatore Ferragamo rain boots that had been fishing me compliments every day it had rained. When I made it to the tiny restraunt I noticed everybody was already there so I walked in, trying to show off my brand new boots.
"I am late? What time is it?" I asked my friend.
"It's twelve." She said.
"Ok good, I wasn't that sure how long it would take me to walk here." I explained. All of a sudden everyone at the table was staring at me in astonishment. This is the same reaction I get everytime I'm with my friend and company.
"You walked? All the way here? How long did it take you?" Asked my friend.
"Only about 30 minutes, it's not that far." I heard a woah coming from the rest of the table.
"30 minutes is far!" She said with a grin on her face. Ok, maybe If I had been running twelve miles per hour and it had taken 30 minutes, that might have been far, but I was only walking!
We waited for another friend (who also did not comment on my boots) and then ordered. I decided to have a pina colada flavoured slushie thing (called and ice dream, but who calls a non-alcoholic drink an "ice dream"?) and vegetarian dumplings (which were sooo good). So since no one was really talking I made it my mission to start a conversation.
"So how's school?"
"Good"
"Went shopping lately?"
"Yes"
"Cool! Whatcha buy?"
"A shirt."
"What did it look like?"
"Grey."
"Oh...Sounds nice."
Seriously, these girls talked about nothing! Not fashion, not school, not sports, not boys, not books, not movies, not other girls, nothing! We pretty much spent the whole time, not talking!
Then they said instead of going to the school I am going to for the rest of this year, I should go to their school! NO! I HAVE BEEN OVER THIS HOW MANY FREAKING TIMES? I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO THEIR SCHOOL!
"I know alot of people that said it was very socially competitive, and if you're not an 'A' student they don't pay much attention to you. I think it's far too academic for me." Ok, slight lie since I should be going to boarding school next year, but I have heard alot of bad things about their school, from other people that go there. Obviously they had never heard anyone utter anything bad about they're beloved school, and I suddenly felt really guilty. These kids all come from extremely over protected environments, and they also over protect themselves, by not even sipping some of their parent's wine and making sure they do a super duper job at school, and never exposing themselves to real teenage social situations. They wont even say: sex! Whatever, they didn't say anything about my boots! Finally it was time to leave, and after declining 9 offers to be driven home, I headed back, not minding the puddles because I was wearing my Salvatore Ferragamo rain boots.
(See next post: "Nobody Noticed my Pucci Snow Boots!"

Saturday, December 04, 2004

BEST ACTRESS

I had the WORST nightmare the other night:
My dream began with me finding out that I had been nominated for an Oscar (BEST ACTRESS)! I couldn't believe it! I frantically began to go over the things I had to do, get my hair and nails done, get a facial a week in advanced, hire a makeup artist, and the most important thing of all- find the perfect dress. Since my mom happened to be in Texas (I don't really know why) I had to take my dad to Holt Renfrew to pay for the dress. unfortunately he took one look at the prices and said "No way!".I argued and argued, pointing out that this was the Oscars, and I would not find anything suitable in Zellers (my Dad's favourite store). He still said no, and I left for home in tears.
Eventually came the day of the Oscars and I still didn't have a dress. I was in L.A. frantically looking for something to wear with my friend, Steph. For some horrible reason none of the shops in L.A. were selling any dresses, the horror! We finally came across a store that was selling ONE dress. The only problem was that it ended right underneath my bum and it was completely see through. Well I could not wear that to the Oscars, and I started to brake down. It was then when Steph said that her mom might have something I could wear.
For some reason Steph's mom was super rich, and had one of those HUGE walk in closets that only billionaires have. I searched and searched in utter desperation for a gown...anything would do at this point, but there was nothing, NOTHING! I gasped in horror as I ran through row after row of identical black Chanel suits. What kind of billionaire has NO gowns, no Haute Couture?! I thought, praying that something would turn up. Nothing did turn up and I never made it to the Oscars. Later on I found out that I had won the Oscar for best actress, but since I hadn't showed up it had gone to Nicole Kidman, who was wearing a gorgeous Chanel gown.