"Never waste your money on a new dress, for a date that doesn't matter"

So you think you're ready to
re-enter the dating scene? I
thought so too, but it seems
it's still the same.

So since my last break up, if you want to credit it a full relationship, I've gotten pretty nervous about re-entering the dating scene. For new comers to my blog, in the interest of time; the boy I had liked, and who had liked me back, for years finally asked me out earlier this year only to break up with me two days before I left for my job in London, Ontario. Let me tell you, there's much more juice in my previous blogs, then in that last sentence.

justAs a young city girl in my third year of University, I definitely enjoy having something stable in my life, like a man. Something tangible, that I know thinks of me differently in a way then my friends and family do. So, like any girl, I'm hoping my prince in vintage armour will come along, and 'touch my soul'. Well, let me tell you, going out to clubs and going on date's with the boy's you meet there, will not lead you along the path. And I knew and continue to know that, but I was subdued by the charming, criminal justice, rythmic moves of said boy just under two weeks ago. Sure, we danced the whole night; he bought the drinks; I took his number as his phone was broken; I left; he made me pinky swear to call him, and the night had thus ended with memories of a fantastic time and bruised feet.

a As promised, I took the first step and called him telling him I wouldn't be able to make it out the next night to which he invited me, to engage again in a night of dancing and drinking and yet another club he worked at. Sure, I thought it would end there, but to my surprise, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome-Basketball-Team-Member-Criminal-Justice-Major-Community-Lifeguard, called me the following day saying I owed him a date that following Friday since I "broke" his necklace with my long and apparently destructive hair. Unconvinced that this 'date' was going to occur, I continued to 'get excited' during our hour long conversations that continued every day throughout the rest of the week.

cityWe talked of our families, growing up, favorite foods, favorite music, favorite places to shop. We added each other to facebook and stalked one and other immensely, only to comment on pictures we thought we're "cute" and "fucking sexy." And so this continued until Friday where we met up and went to dinner and drinks. Naturally before, I bought a new outfit for a new fresh start on the dating scene. As for our date, he did all the right things; bought the first round of drinks, bought the movie tickets, called me his date when his boss asked him to work, put his arm around me in the line up, but his hand through mine at the bar, put his arm around me during the movie, stroked my arm, brushed his face against mine, gently kissed me--alright. We all know that isn't the truth, the last part I mean. We'll just say that, our lips interlocked for a length of time we'll say is irrelevant, for my sanity.

girlWe road the bus as far as we could together and as I rushed to get off at my stop, we hugged and he cooley winked and again the night had ended like the first night we met--minus the bruised feet. So all in all, I told myself it went well considering he had plenty of opportunity to bail out, but instead continued to make moves throughout the night.

on Feeling good the next morning, I got up to check my facebook, slash creep on my dates' page only to find that he didn't exist anymore. Logging into my best friends account--as we all have each others passwords for emergency purposes--I search his name only to find that his existence was only extinct on my account. I then realized that I hadn't gone on a date with a man, I had gone on a date with a boy. A boy who obviously didn't know how a date works and what not to do if you don't want to follow through with your datee'.

the I realized that my attachment to the first night we met, the conversations we had; the what-I-thought was a great date, to the maybe-this-has-potential, was nothing but my own head being distracted by nothing but a tall-dark-handsome and experienced card player. There was no turning back to the sequence of events that had been dealt; he wanted to cut me off because apparently our date had not been good enough to even keep me as a friend. I guess it's what boys do though right?

prwlUnfortunately, this not-so-storybook-ending stor, doesn't end there. Said boy called me Sunday morning, half asleep acting like nothing had happened since Friday. Upon asking about the deletion of Facebook; upon the continued lies he told me about de-activating it; upon me telling him I was able to see his page through my friends accounts; and upon him parting for work, he continued to lie which was the worst part. I couldn't understand the meaning of both his actions; the deletion and then the phone call as it wase an oxymoron within itself. The story ended right then and there and I was still convinced that he was just a boy.

boo!Whether or not it had potential to be something; whether or not I reacted 'wrongly', the ball was in his court. But I guess his basketball skills really aren't that great as his card playing skills.

For now this city girl, is on the prowl, though she's not looking for boys, she's looking for men. They just need to come out of hiding.

And it screamed, come back.

After a long departure, and seperation from my dear child, also known as my blog, I've returned. I've returned with new ideas, a new outlook and a new idea for the styles of my blogs.
For the readers I've lost, I hope to get you back. For the readers I will gain, get excited cause I might blow your mind, or de-flate it.

Time to crack that blog.

Cheers mates.

I'm still alive..somewhat

So I've not been posting cause I've been out of town for my job and am now on break and before that, I was busy dealing with emotions, commotions, and everything else that comes with tough times and dreary eyes. 

Mmm. I was tagged ..but I don't have my books with me, they're all away at my job. Sigh. I'll bring one back, or do it there if I get the chance. In the mean time I think you guys should..Mmm, wait patiently for another post of mine? Bake me a pie? Tea bag that sty? Make your enemy cry? Or crawl away and die. NO! Don't do that, please. Ok. But I am beat, and therefore am going to go out and party the night away on my day off with my good chums. 

On another note, some people can be simply amazing. It's amazing how a person you hardly know can make it feel like you've known them forever. 

And for the rest of them, who aren't simply amazing, learn something from the people that are. 

"Dance until you cannot dance. "

Eat that soup and cool that shirt. 

Cheers mates. 

My life, right now.

"The best part of chaos is its recursion."- Jimmy. 

Open Wide.

They say that the purse contains the life of a woman. What's in it can make or break a woman's day. If she forgets something it can spell disaster. I know for me, I just throw about anything and everything in my purse if I think I'll need it that day, and if I don't have something I need, it gets flustering. With the new hobo bag style purses which I've definitely been sporting, its no question that things get lost in my purse and that on any given day I'll find myself a surprise, that I once upon knew about. Anyways, enough of me rambling, and lets get down to the juice. 

So I was cleaning out my purse today and I thought it would be interesting and funny to blog about what I found. So ladies, and especially gents, get ready to experience the life of a woman; her purse. 

The Wallet-- Nothing to interesting about that, credit cards, I.D., very little money.. You get the idea. 

Sugar Packets- Lantic Granulated Real Sugar Packets. I can't remember when I put them in my purse, how long I've had them for..but I think I remember why I did. I think it was because sometimes my coffee isn't sweet enough, so I thought it would be smart to keep them on me. Though, from the looks of them..they have been in there for quite the time which means they've been pretty much useless. 

Shot Glass-  Wow. I totally forgot about that one, seeing as my purse is huge and filled with crap. Must of been from like a party I went to, where I thought they wouldn't have shot glasses. Good ol' purple shot glasses. Good thing I took that out though..don't want anyone thinking I'm an alcoholic : P . 

Bank Transaction Sheet- Dated Jan. 14- Apparently I withdrew 40 dollars. Interesting. 

The Ipod- Nothing weird about that, I definitely don't leave the house without it. 

A pair of socks- Oh. thats totally from bowling. Cause I wore flip flops that night and I didn't want to put my bare feet into nasty, but cool looking, bowling shoes. They probably need some desperate washing. 

Mini Lint Remover- Bough that just a couple weeks ago. VERY handy when you have 2 cats that shed like ...mm wolves?

Mouth Wash- Mmm. Thats pretty nasty actually. I got it like a REALLY long time..it was a sample size and I've just never taken it out. I think I actually used it once after I ate something and realized my breath smelt like garlic and had no sink and toothbrush around. '

Sunglasses- Definitely epic for summer time. 

Camera- Never miss a moment. 

Lip Gloss- No Comment. 

Lighter- Nah. I don't smoke..but sometimes someone needs a light and Im the one who has it. Plus I figure if I ever get lost in the woods, (how? I dunno) I could make my own fire and survive..hopefully. 

Bottle Opener- Eeek, with the shot glass this isn't looking too good. Ehn. Its attached to my keys and it was FREE : )

Advil- Never know when you'll need that, along with Band-Aids. 

Receipts- Damn. Too many of them. Lets see: I've got one to the LCBO for $19.45,  a Greyhound Bus receipt for $20.27, A Rexall Pharmacy for $4.99 (Lip Balm), and another one to the LCBO for $5.05..tall cans I think. 

Ooo. And It looks like that was all of what was in my purse. Now to figure out what'll be trashed and what'll stay. Hope you enjoyed that!!

Cheers mates. 

Leave your impression: Here.

I was up north the past couple of days, the area to be kept a secret, but I went up north to hang out with him and his friends. Being a city girl, from one of the busiest, nosiest and cluttered cities in the world, the "country" was definitely a nice relief. 

It made me remember just how beautiful Canada actually is. We would like drive through valleys and mountains and be surrounded by trees and rocks, and all I kept saying was "Wow, this is gorgeous." Course I think I came across as a little lame, since I was amazed by trees...but it is because you don't see nice big clusters and mountains and hills of beautiful, green, tall, pine-y smelling trees in Toronto. What you do see is random, rotting trees strategically placed to create some sort of attractive look, which is far from what it displays. Anyways, I was amazed by trees, and hikes and water this weekend and it really made me remember what I miss out on. 

Anyways, the trees were so nice, but I guess this blog is more about first impressions. I met all of his friends this weekend, and when I say "all," I mean all. They were all really nice. Jimmy, I had met a few years ago but only for about 5 minutes, and since then have been like really good MSN buddies. He's that smart insightful guy I've mentioned a couple times in my blog. But anyway's I met him for the second and a much longer time this weekend..and I guess with him and the rest of his other friends, Im wondering what kind of impression I made. 

First impressions are actually very scary. I mean, they told me they really liked me, even before alcohol got involved, but I guess the question I have is: How can you be sure that the first impression you make, is the right one? 

Friends are like a really important part of keeping something going, and I just want to make sure that I can fit into his life. Like with Jimmy, there in the flesh it was a lot of fun and I felt like we clicked really well, just as well as we clicked on MSN. Mind you, alcohol was involved so I don't know if that played a part. But then I didn't have the most enticing conversation with him yesterday, like we usually do. That could be because he left the cottage at like 5 in the morning to work at 7, for an 8 hour shift and thus was tired. But I still wonder if that in person, first real impression changed anything of what he thought about me. 

Jacks other friend, Katie added me on Facebook, which I guess is a good sign; right? Even still, how do I know that it was a good first impression? Furthermore, why am I so propelled to impress his friends?..

I tried to play it pretty cool. At first I was a little shy, didn't really involve myself in their conversations, but then as I felt more comfortable, I began to like open up, and I felt like I was within their group of friends. Even still though, I wasn't as crazy as them in terms of jumping in the lake at odd hours of the night, mainly cause of my own insecurities. 

But I just hope they thought I was as nice as I thought they were. Other than wondering about my first impression, I had a blast. Up north is just so....cute. 

Cheers mates. 

It seems, Dinosaurs aren't extinct and are now speaking up.

The number of television programs and commercials that run on a daily basis is far out of reach from counting. Of course, different programs satisfy different consumers needs and different consumers are targetted at different times of the day. 

It's no doubt that nearly everyone will be slash has been educated on the idea of "target audiences" at one point in their educated life; and it is no doubt that those who have, have come to understand that the day, distributes its programs wisely. 

Through the early hours of the morning, whilst the parents prepare breakfast for their children, and youngins sit anxiously in front of the tube, they are presented with The Sesamesteet of all Sesamestreet childrens programs. From Dora the Explorer to Barney and Friends, to Baby Einstein, these run until the kids are sent off to school. Then of course the rest of the day is laden with Soap Operas and talk shows for the stay at home parents and soap obsessed, summer off teens. Once the day has melded into evening, the news begins and the more racy shows with "Viewer Discretions Advised" begin to appear; such as MTV.

For all of those unfamiliar with MTV which I'm sure is very few, MTV hosts silly, very silly reality shows such as My Super Sweet 16 in which a spoiled teens are celebrated with 100 thousand dollar birthdays and a fancy BMWs to boot. But that is another blog within itself. Amongst the unreality shows of all reality shows, they host an MTV live segment where few of the many hosts they have, along with audience members discuss the 'important' issues of today. Things like who got a boob job and who didn't?; Who was seen with who, and who wasn;t? Among those, they also showcase popular bands, which I have to say is my favorite part of the segment and the main reason I tune in. 

Now, the reason Im writing about this, in this blog is because of something I was a little annoyed about today. Firstly, I must mention that everyone knows that MTV is a racy show in itself. And if you don't, there are many "viewer discrestion advised" notices after each commercial break. Noting that, one would suggest to expect things like profanity, some nudity (to the extent that is allowed on TV) slash everything else that can be classified as racy.

Well, apparently not many people seem to take the discretion notices seriously and feel the need to complain for what they were advised they might see. MTV has something called "Viewer Feedback" where the public can write back and discuss things they don't like that have been on the show. So today, I was watching and a viewer by the name of Mr. Dinosaur (I think) wrote in saying that they were not pleased in the least to see bare butt cheeks and that MTV should respect that the people watching may not want to see that. The exact words can be confirmed by watching the re-run of that segment, which'll air again this week..as it always does, over and over. Anyways, I don't have a problem with this dinosaur man stating his opinion, but in all seriousness, a bare butt isn't that bad. As well, Mr. Dinosaur man shouldn't have been watching MTV since the discretion advised there may be things he might not like. Furthermore, a bare butt on MTV, yesterday wasn't the first day. 

I guess too, the point I'm making is that if Dinosaur man had a problem with MTV showing one of the crews members bottay (who had two faces tattooed on it; some prank pulled by MTV), I surely hope they wrote into the dozens of other programs and movies that have showed frontal nudity and bare bottoxes. Though Im sure Mr. Dinosaur man wouldn't have a problem if it was a ladies bottox. 

Anyways, I guess the point I'm trying to make is that people feel the need to complain and make a statement slash blow everything and anything out of proportion. It's like Bharat said, the people who eat McDonalds and become overweight want to sue the corporation, even though it was their actions that lead them to be in that state. In this case, its Mr. Dinosaurs man choice to watch the program, noting the discretion, therefore he shouldn't complain. So if Mr. Dinosaur man ever reads this, I have one thing to say:

Grr. Grr to you and your complaining, and welcome to 2008!

That is all. 

Zip those buttons, and button those fly's; until next blog. 

Cheers mates.