Thursday, October 29, 2009

Canadian Music

My love for the hip has been reignited. It happens every so often. Same with Blue Rodeo. One of my fav albums of all time = Trouble at the Henhouse

Here are a couple of my fav hip tunes:





I missed them in Winnipeg recently. Boo.

I love that we have so much great Canadian music... even if the gov't does shove it down our throats at a rate of 35% of everything we hear on the radio.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

How Things Can Change...

In my abnormal psychology class, we learned the difference between eustress and distress. It's something that I'd learned before, but this time, I had a bit of a 'huh' moment over the whole concept.

A year ago, I was working at a job I hated, producing chainsaw commercials. No joke. There were good aspects to my job... I loved doing imaging. I loved promos. I loved producing actual shows. But the basis of my job just wasn't cutting it for me. Plus, my desk was a mine field. I was constantly over worked. On top of my 40 hour work week and weekday overtime, I think I probably worked at least a couple of hours every single weekend for all of 2008. It was like everything was just piling up on me and I couldn't keep up no matter how hard I tried. My boss micro-managed. I was underpaid. Basically, I was stressed and miserable. Because of my hate for my job, I was in distress.

Today, I'm more stressed than I've ever been. I'm constantly going and going and working and learning and writing and... and...

But the thing is, I've never been happier. This must be eustress.

All stress is not equal. If you're afraid to do something you'll love because you're scared that it'll be hard or stressful, this is an important concept to learn. Being in distress is bad. But, it's situational. If you enjoy the situation that's stressing you out, you'll experience eustress and oddly enough, eustress can actually be a good thing.

Instead of getting aggravated and angry, I find myself flushed with excitement and amazement. I'm constantly being reminded of how much I can accomplish. I feel good about the things I manage to get done. I take pride in every task, no matter how stressful it may be.

A year ago, I hated my life. I was living in bumfuck nowhere, doing a job I hated. I felt alone. Not lonely, because I had a ton of friends, but alone because no one understood why I was so unhappy. I should have been happy. In fact, I had been happy. But I wasn't anymore.

You know, when I work on my writing now or even when I'm writing a paper on Greek history, I put in 110-percent. I did not put that much effort into chainsaw commercials. Why? Because those commercials weren't important to me. I don't think I realized how much I hated my job until I started doing something that I loved. When I was still doing my shit-assed-job, I started going to school and I was surprized at how much I loved it. I would work so hard to get good marks. But I wouldn't work that hard to impress my boss. It hit me like a ton of bricks one day -- I hate my job. That's why.

The only regret that I have is that it took me so long to make this decision. Before I even knew how miserable I really was, I'd been contemplating life for way too long. Once I'd realized how miserable I really was, I'm ashamed to say that I put off making a decision for even longer -- almost two whole years longer.

If anyone out there is feeling that bad stress, if you're sitting at a desk, doing a job you hate, feeling aggravated and frustrated and angry and you've been humming and hawing over those 'big life choices' for what feels like forever, do yourself a favour and leave. I promise you, there is something better out there for you.

Monday, October 12, 2009

"So Now I Must Place You With All Things That I Can Never Have"

Quite literally.

My ex-boyfriend is getting married. Not to me, obviously.

Odd feeling.

I don't think I realized how much it was bothering me until I drove by the Pony Coral this evening and thought "I could really use a drink right about now."

I think John Mayer's music will make me feel sad for awhile... but other than that, I think I'll live.

It really is an odd feeling. I'm sure most can relate. Sad but not. Upset but not. Jealous? Not of the girl, but the whole 'getting married' thing? I really don't know.

Must go process.

House

I just saw last week's house. OMFG.

I think this is the best season of a TV show I've seen since... I don't even know. The episode was thought provoking and well done and... perfect. God, Chase. My stomach actually feels funny at the thought of it all.

I'm actually speechless.

We got our team back. Took three years, but they're back.

That shot of Foreman at the end had me holding my breath.

Things like this make me want to write things like that.

It's like... tension was so high with House (the character) for so long that I wondered how they were going to keep it going when he got better. I was pretty sure he was going to end up sick again. But, maybe, he won't. Maybe they'll craft the show differently and avoid the obvious. If they can keep doing what they're doing, it'll work. My heart was in my throat.

~Anon

Further Proof That Doug Berry Is A Tool

If you check TSN, WPG is on top of the kicking stats.

Hello.

Really?

Doug Berry's treatment of his players further proven ridiculous.

I'm not saying Mike Kelly isn't also a tool, but hey, maybe he's a little less of a tool than Berry.

Whatever happened to what's-his-name in TO?? The most accurate kicker to ever play the game?? What did I miss? God, I can't even remember his name... But I remember that song his holder wrote. Hah.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Why Do I Find This So Catchy?

Okay, so I still think that the Backstreet Boys are ridiculous. They're like 40 and they're making music for 12-year-olds.

And I really hate to say this, because, well, I'm not 12! But their new single is super catchy.

Completely creepy and weird when you actually listen to the words. But catchy.



There has to be a self help group and 12 step program somewhere for Backstreet-itis.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Chelsea Lately

How have I missed out on this show? She's freaking hilarious! Such a nice change from all of the awful women on TV.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Dating and Swine Flu

Not together, of course.

So, I went on a date with a weird guy. I'm putting that lightly, by the way. He rambled about chemistery the whole time and didn't once ask me a question about myself. He was a total geek. Now, I'm also a geek, but he took it to the wears-pocket-protector level. I just... didn't have a good time. At all. I actually started watching the football game above his head. He was cheap. God, really cheap. As in took me to a nice restaurant and ordered just water, making me super uncomfortable because although I don't expect anyone to pay for me, if he's thinking that he should, I don't want to order and make him feel responsible for my bill (which he wouldn't be... I pay for myself... but still... I think you get my point).

He called a couple times and I didn't call him back. It was just one date. I recently received this message:

I really think you are an interesting, beautiful woman and I was hoping to have the chance to see where things could go between us. It is becoming apparent, however, that you do not feel the same. I have called you on a couple of occasions and have sent you several messages, but have never gotten a response. I understand you are busy (as am I) but I am not going to chase you. If it is just a case of a problem with technology or something like that, I apologize, and look forward to haearing from you soon. If that is not the case, then you won't be hearing from me anymore and I wish you all the best in your future endeavours.

I was pretty shocked. I mean, it was one date! It became even more apparent that he had no clue how to date, which is why, instead of simply saying 'not interested', I felt the need to educate him a little bit. Which is why I sent him back this:

I'm sorry Chad, but I'm just not interested. There is no specific reason why, but I just didn't feel a connection, which would be why I didn't return your calls. I don't expect anyone to chase me... it's quite common while dating to meet many different people. Some of them you don't call back. It was just one date... I'm sorry if you read more into it than I did. Sorry if this hurt your feelings.

Sure, it was a little cruel, but COME ON! It was one date! One date!

Onto the swine flu... I thought that Sanjay Gupta diagnosing Anderson Cooper with swine flu live via satellite was actually funny. I mean, they were both fine. It was comical. You should look up the clip on youtube.

Brian Litrell was recently diagnosed and v-blogged (or whatever you want to call it) an apology for... a cancelled appearance? Apparently, the Backstreet Boys still sing or what have you. Anyways, his message actually made me feel sympathy pain! Dude looks like crap!

I originally saw the clip on Perez Hilton, but here's a nifty youtube vid embedded right before your eyes!



Apparently up to 40% of us will look just as horrible this winter. Fun times!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Only A History Prof...

I have a history prof who is one of those... cultured men who speak like Shakespeare reads.

I just received this in my jump inbox...

You will doubtless be saddened to hear that I have been stricken by some dread virus and laid low, barely able to croak. Consequently, I am cancelling class on Thursday.

It made my day. Despite the fact that I didn't get the email until today and went to class. And we all missed the notice on the door and sat, waiting. Until I noticed the green sticky note on the door and read it to the class.

The wording of his email makes up for all of that.

Ha.

On that note, everyone at school is sick. Every person I've had the pleasure of sitting next to. Every prof I have. It's absolutely hysterical because I'm not sick. I'm sure, if I was, it would not be hysterical. Everyone but me in my creative writing class is sick... to the point where my prof felt the need to re-state the H1N1 protocol. Yes, we have one. I'd forgotten how schools turn into giant cesspools.

In my best Dr. History style, I suspect I shall eventually succumb, but, alas, today I am fine and I shall appropriately gloat.

Penny and Me

I must have been the sole teenager on planet earth who, in the late 90's, did not like Hanson.

However, I like this song.



I still think they look like girls.