rip blow

The fashion world has lost a fabled staple of the Couture Crowd and the Fashion Weeks: Isabella Blow. For those who don't recognize the name, you might recognize the face: No? Then perhaps you need to watch some FashionTelevision. Or not continue to read this entry.

I've always respected her thoughts on fashion and I loved loved loved loved her hats! Isabella was no looker, but she sure knew how to take the attention away from her face with those hats. Oh, the merry merry hats! I wouldn't want to pinpoint her as merely a former magazine editor/stylist/muse but I would sum her up as merely an influential character in the fashion world. Kind of like Coco Chanel, but with more red lipstick.

I'm kind of not surprised of the way she died: suicide. Pretty tragically, too. It was her third attempt and weedkiller finally did it. I am not surprised that she went the way she did. It just seems fitting that someone like her would not let something as boring as cancer do her in. It's nice to know she took matters into her own hands and didn't let her death be the opposite of who she was.

Pedal to the Metal

Yeah, I'm shitty. I haven't written in a week. Mostly due to 2 parts laziness and 3 parts busy, but still, I shouldn't make excuses. I will try my best to write more hereonin.

The past couple days I've been trying to revert my sleeping schedule to normal from the past Friday night/Saturday morning. At 3 am on Saturday, a couple of us set off for Peterborough to go fishing. I must say, it was quite fun: bitter cold and lack of sleep and all. I never used to believe that I had patience for something like fishing, partly because when my dad was younger he would've rather chase something quick and easy like turtles, than sit at a dock for 8 hours staring at the water. Oddly enough, I am learning to enjoy quiet, serenity, and oh yes, peace and quiet for thinking. To think about ...I dunno, stuff. Who knew I had so much to think about?

Personally I don't think I like stopping to think. I mean, it is a good thing in a 'think before you leap'-kinda way but it also kinda feels like Life is slowing down. And then I slow down. And then I feel like I'm wasting time. Weird, huh? I need to do more doing and less thinking.

And here I am, slowing down again.

Leaving on a Jet Plane... next year

The next person who uploads pictures of their tropical vacation is going to get punched.

Dance! Dance! Summer Dance! YAHOO!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah! I finally signed up for some hip hop classes beginning at the end of the month. Five weeks of dancing! YAY! I've wanted to do this for sooooo damn long. I can't really think of many people who would be as excited about paying to dance than me (besides maybe Jon or Megan) so I didn't really ask anyone to sign up with me.

Oh, oh. Do I dare join a social function all by my lonesome? Hell yes. I refuse to be one of those people who restrict themselves from doing anything just because they can't do it alone. The other day I ate all by myself at a restaurant because I felt like eating at a restaurant and no one was around. And how about that time I went to see Devil Wears Prada just because I really wanted to see the movie? Okay, so let's see: I've gone to the movies by myself, I've eaten in a restaurant by myself and now I've signed up and paid to join a social function by myself. I've skipped the 'Singles Social' scene (speed-dating, LavaLife) and moved ahead with 'Old Maid lifestyle'. Look at me, World: I'm all grown up. Heh heh heh....

I was provoked to take classes because I really do miss dancing. Real dancing. A few weeks ago I was at Cantina Charlies and I was dancing with this guy. He told me he didn't like the way I danced, which to be honest, floored me. WHAT! "I don't like the way you dance because the way you dance means I have to move." Oh geez. One of those people who thinks grinding and dry sex is 'real' dancing. NNNNNEXT! I was peeved by his comment and slightly offended. Thus, pushing me away from clubbing (although I sorta miss it) and to contemplate finding real dancers to dance with, even if I have to pay lots of money to do it.

This whole day has just been exciting for me, I have to say. My boss got me a nice Guess watch as a graduation gift and she took me out to Axia, an awesome Asian restaurant, for lunch. And nothing makes me happier than finally polishing off the huge pile of files on my desk at work. And just the other stuff in my life that has suddenly fallen into place. *sigh. Can it get better than this?

A+ Weekend

I've never wanted something so badly. I hate it when I take things for granted and don't realize how much I need it until it's missing. I CAN'T FIND MY SONY DIGITAL CAMERA DATA CORD. WOE IS ME.

Bah well. No pictures for awhile, I guess. That is, until I get off my lazy ass and try to remember under what pile of mess it is probably under. I wish I could share with you what I've been up to this weekend, though.

I looked up my grades on Friday and I am proud to announce that I got all A's in my final semester of college. WOOT! WOOT! It came as such a surprise as I recall being pretty damn sad the entire semester that my marks weren't on par. Work + school is not cool. But lookey, lookey. All that hard work paid off towards the end. Time to celebrate! Time to pop, lock and drop it.

On Friday night, a bunch of us went to Whitby for a party. It was Justin's classmate's parent's farm lot so there was soooooooo much room for partying, camping and a bonfire so big "you would think it was made of pieces of the sun". I'm sad I missed the start of the party, particularly when the fire was started with a flamethrower! People, send me pictures of the fire! The party was so awesome: mud, pitch darkness and all. The place also had a maze, pond with island, tire swing and other stuff you can do with tons of space.

The party also confirmed that I will most definitely purchase a vacant lot property when the time comes. I was contemplating as using it as my getaway from everyone, but I'd also love to use it for hosting purposes. Imagine! 3000 square feet of freedom!

And of course, camping in the month of May is not the most joyous occasion. My sleep was somewhat comfortable except my feet were freezing, even with two pairs of socks inside a thick sleeping bag and blanket. It's a good thing I anticipated the overnight temperatures because 8 degrees Celsius in Whitby is not the same as 8 degrees in Mississauga. Brrr. In the morning, though, we were greeted with lots of sunshine because our tarp and roof flew off thanks to our half-ass tent set up in the middle of the night.

I got home at about noon and then went out again to play football all day and chill at the Lam's. I told you: can't stop, won't stop. Overall, I'm pretty satisfied with the weekend. I made use of all the great weather this weekend and there was absolutely no boredom...until today, where I will stay home and look for that damn camera cord.