Thursday, June 29, 2006

Chick flicks should be illegal

Here I am, watching a movie (which I would deem pretty cheesy, even by my standards), and I find myself feeling all fuzzy inside, constantly looking at Re-bf with googly/doe eyes as he sleeps next to me; there he was, plain him, snoring up a storm, mouth gaping wide open, oblivious to the corny developments on the screen, and I'm looking at him like he's the most wonderful thing since Nutella!
I realized at what point chick flicks are wayyy too powerful and incite over-the-top stupid girly-sentiment in me and that I should watch these alone from now on, because Re-bf should not see me in such a weakened state, even if he IS the most wonderful thing since Nutella.

AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that is it..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

Monday, June 26, 2006

light...tunnel...end...of...endless...

Almost there, pussycats! In a wee bit, I shall be doing the dance of joy. If I were my own country, I would steal a car, wrap it with my flag, wipers and all, and parade down St-Laurent, probably topless, tooting my horn! That's if I was my own country...

[ADDENDA: it seems the Endless is to remain, euh, endless, for now, but that is a good thing! My naïve-yet-incisive thesis may be published!! Who would have thunk...cherry on the sundae, really!]

Sunday, June 25, 2006

I miss you all

OK, slight downer, but I just realized why I am so fed up with school. Simply put, apart from grueling pace and overwhelming grad status, I have spent the last 11 years (since 1995, I am not counting my BFA because that was child's play and I was myself a child) as an overachiever, either absorbed in school/all-nighters or work/burn-out, and have sacrificed many a thing/moment that most 9-5 people take for granted, for example, a weekend, or reading a book without the need to underline or to consult dictionary.com. This may seem childish or immature, especially since I prefer having off mid-week as it feels like I am secretly on holiday whilst the poor people work (and the rich students frolic? 'Tis not the case), but I realize now how, especially in the past year, I have, once again, put aside friends, family, and myself (body and spirit), for some sort of intense work project, beit school or professional, or both at the same time. Yes, these are life choices, choices that I do not regret and accomplishments I am quite proud of, but " 0'50'': it's not about what you choose, but what you do with your choice". After Tuesday, this excuse will no longer be valid. I will no longer breathlessly utter 'sorry, can't STOP huge rush, no time to sleep STOP paper, big paper STOP will call/write/msn/clean bathroom soon STOP' , with 'soon' being two weeks later. I promise, I will be a real human being, because I realize, some things I should not have sacrificed, and I miss you all so very very much :(

Friday, June 23, 2006

f*** school!

Am 4 days, 28 espressos, 302 toilet breaks, and 15 double-spaced and innovatively incisive yet brilliantly naïve pages away from end of school(ing), and from singing "No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks". After 11 years of university, I have accepted that I'm not the next Rykwert (especially if dear old Joe decides to pop his brit head into our thesis review as a jury, bugger!), and that bloody hell *stomps fist on table, creasing eyebrows*, I want to have fun learning (and for 5000$ bleeping dollars, I better have me some fun, god dammit!). Worse case, I read a boring, half-plagiarized and unoriginal thesis in front of dazed and aged male jury members secretly mesmerized by my bosom. Hmm, that ain't so bad.

So, on we go with Kiesler, the Endless House, and what seems to be Endless School...

Thursday, June 22, 2006

The anticipation...

Going see Madonna live in concert tonight...Kitsch? Corny? Overrated? Commercial? I DON'T CARE!!! I shelled out the moulah just to hear 'Get Together' live and shakey-shakey until the cows come home! From past experience, I know my ears will be ringing for the next 3 days... Be prepared to hear me say 'What?" "Excuse me?" "Can you repeat that?" Music has no pity for the aged.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

In moderation

FYI: am now moderating comments, after being spammed on numerous occasions...bear with me, publication will be quick (as long as you keep it clean!)

Monday, June 19, 2006

Ca passe ou ça casse

The situation: new cell phone, need to transfer all stored numbers onto new apparatus, a very long task. Some people didn't make it. Lots were kept 'in cases'. Some, well, toss of a coin, really. An odd process, nonetheless, to clean out one's life contacts...

Mini-break


Back from my meet-the-family road trip to the honeymoon capital. The mind got a wee pause, the body didn't get much sleep or exercise (but wayyy too much food), and the eyes saw plenty of the following:
- Tim Horton's (aka Ontario)
- Hilarious signs and slogans
- Roses, roses, and more roses
- The Falls, grumbling, somewhere, in the dark
- Overhead wires
A good time was had by all! [see Flickr for 'all' and 'good time']

Saturday, June 10, 2006

80 huge collages on the wall, 80 huge collages...

...you take one down, you pass it around, 79 huge collages on the wall... 79 huge collages on the wall, 79 huge collages... [you get the picture]

Friday, June 09, 2006

Commitment issues

I find it interesting that I, girly girl who can imaging bearing children with a man on a first date and who cries when Marc goes to visit Bridget in the Bangkok prison (he still loves her, but she does not know he still loves her, because he acts all macho, and then he leaves, and she's alone, she thinks he hates her, and oh, come one, you've all done it!), somehow feel quite stiffled by a 3-year contract with my cell phone provider. The contract was so binding, I copped out and went for the 2 year deal, coughing up the 25$ for the new phone (when I could have gotten it free with a 3-year commitment). Hey, man, live free or die!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Blister in the sun

Why is it that one year, you can wear your trusty hiking sandals and walk kilometers and kilometers, and the following year, you put 'em on, walk two days, and your feet are but one big blister?
Why can't known comfort just stay comfortable, dammit!

Monday, June 05, 2006

HTML Help!

OK, so how do I get my lame title off this blog and replace it with an image? Comp nerds to the rescue, please!

5@7

Having myself a wee happy hour in the comfort of my home, pjs, ciggy. At first, I found it weird and unbalanced to drink alone. Pff, all those opportunities missed :)

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Mon Tour de l'Ile de Nuit



Thinking at first there may have been a nuclear blast or some sort of attack on Montreal, we were forced to circle the entire island Friday night in order to get from point A to B (or I to M). Kilometers of streets were cordonned off, cop cars, flashing lights, traffic and barricades aplenty. At a snail's pace, we screamed, cursed, honked, blasted music, sang and laughed: an amazing type of road rage.
The irony of it all is that all these streets were cordonned off for the Tour de l'Ile de Nuit. I preferred my tour de l'ile.

Don't drink and drive but drink and shoot

I take (at least, to my satisfaction) amazing pics when I am drunk. Three things I love: alcohol, friends, and a camera. Who could ask for more? Updating Flickr...
[ok, ok, correction, they are not amazing, but I LOVE taking people shots and it makes me all happy the next day to see the results (and relish in a great night - best anti-hangover remedy on the market!)

Friday, June 02, 2006

Wine rack for sale, 195$, call 1-800-2IN-SANE for details.

I have been building a wunderkammern, aka cabinet of curiosity (oh, don't ask) for my final project during the past 5 weeks (It was supposed to be 6 weeks, but I was sick like a dog the first week, so notch one week off right there). Locked in the sub-basement of the arch building in ghetto-wear whilst the other girls frolic in the sun in skirts and flip-flops over these past weeks, I was essentially, this morning, seeing the light at the end of the underground tunnel. Until 2 p.m. Interim crit, someone else is presenting, I take out my sketchbook, and I come to the realization that my project does not represent my idea one bit. Basically, even if I were to attempt a conceptual triple-axel, a level of philosophico-conceptual bullshit which I am quite capable of, I was no longer convinced of the validity of my built object. It was all wrong. Dollars, blood, sweat, and tears later (the thing is a wooden n' plexi glass monster), I basically came to the realization that I have built the most laborious and inefficient prototype (yet it could double as a wine rack, so maybe not all is lost). And recuperation, for this class project anyways, is out of the question. This is the Ground Zero of Curiosity, baby.

If I were a rational and practical person, either this sort of thing would have never happened, since all would have been planned like clockwork, or I would have managed to 'make due'. Temperamental artists (I use the term loosely) like me don't make do. It either works or not. And satisfaction is rare but when achieved, brilliant.

I now have 13 days to come up with an idea (initially a struggle of many weeks), prototype it, finance it, build it, and present it to a jury of esteemed professors. 13 days to construct something that should look like it took me 6 weeks, yet is simple enough to take 13 days. Worse thing is, I am brain dead, exhausted, and have no motivation whatsoever, and work horribly under pressure. And I refuse to spend 13 days working 6 weeks worth (I was already on vacation-mode!).

All I know is that what I have built is no good. I will have to make something fast and brilliant, and my professor is a substitute moron (it was voted unanimously on Day 2).

So, does anyone know of substance, thin like paper, that stands upright on it's own, can be transparent or not, sticks to other papers or surfaces, yet can be peeled off from said surfaces without leaving a residue, can receive a printed image from my flimsy 8 1/2 x 11 printer, and if I were to buy like 300 sheets would cost me under 10$. Yeah, I figured.

What peeves me off the most is the pressure I have put on myself to have a great project. Bottom of the class pisses me off, since I'm not used to it (I'm not bragging here, I work really hard and this type of class is my forte, expectations from quite a few people are high). And to have to show my inaptitude in front of a jury? Oy! Lovely end to the Master's...