Randomly At It Again

Believe it or not, I'm having writer's block.
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Squiggly called me tonight as I was making my blog rounds and he was apparently having a glass of wine. He asked what he had to ask, and I told him what I needed to tell, and then we just stayed on the phone. I miss doing that. I haven't had the time to do that in so long: have a comfortable silence with Squiggly. So tonight, for the first night in many that I haven't had to pass-out early, I was comfortable.

"'Friendship,' said Pooh, 'is a very Comforting sort of Thing.'"
    --a quote off of a Winnie the Pooh picture from Squiggly
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I went out for dinner tonight with Chong at I think The Boathouse Grill down by Queen's Quay where I ordered a Jack Frost alcoholic drink; Amaretto, Piña Colada, and strawberry. When it came to the table, it looked so good: an icy pink smoothie in a sugar-rimmed glass...only it wasn't sugar-rimmed--it was salt. Needless to say, as interesting as it was, the bartender was nice enough to make me another Jack Frost, this time adding a lime and a generous amount of sugar to the lip of my glass. Yummy.
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The best friends are the ones who you don't have to call or see everyday in order to be reassured of your friendship. It could be weeks or months in between the times that you spend together, but whenever you finally DO get to talk to each other, you can pick up exactly where you left off, never wondering about whether the bond between you has weakened at all during the time that you've spent apart. It's that trust and confidence in your friendship that keeps it strong; that's what love is all about.
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As per my conversation with Boo earlier this evening, there is good poetry, and there is bad poetry.

A bad poem will have the lines rhyme with each other, but will allow for the atrocious rearranging of words in order to get that rhyme at the end of the line.
A good poem will either ditch the rhyme to have a good line, or ditch the line altogether.

A good poem will keep its vocabulary and diction constant throughout, using words like "weep" together with "will not".
A bad poem will have its vocabulary and diction selected randomly from different periods of time and slang, using words like "bawl", "doth", and "chit-chat".

In a good poem, you will "reminisce".
In a bad poem, you will make up words like "reminence" instead of checking your spelling.

A good poem will contain metaphors and similes to capture the poet's emotions and feelings when she is feeling trapped or uncomfortable.
A bad poem will say that you are "Suffocating like being in oh so tight leather."
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I met a massage-therapist today. I served him lunch and talked to him for a spell, taking one of his cards at the end. I bet he's amazing at what he does--they say your sense of touch heightens when you're blind.

Random Rant

Wow, I miss blogging. I haven't written anything in SO long. I haven't read anything in SO long. I haven't chatted in SO long. I haven't seen anyone in SO long. I haven't talked to anyone in SO long. I haven't stayed up late in SO long. I haven't slept-in in TWO days (c'mon, this is ME we're talking about...). I already need a vacation from work, and I've only been there for two weeks. But that's two weeks during which I haven't done anything I'm used to. However, on the other hand, that's two weeks during which I've done and experience so many NEW things. Allow me to enlighten you in no particular order...

I've met many new and terribly interesting people that I would LOVE to sit and talk to again, and that's not including all the other wait staff (those guys I get to see practically everyday now):
    - Donna Lee
    - Matt
    - Dr. Craft
    - Donovan Cheney
    - Brian Thomas
    - Althea Prince
I'll leave it to you to speculate whether or not my business card offer-er is on this list or not... ;)

I've learned the value of giving and receiving tips. I've noticed that when I tip now I'm sure it's to generously reflect the service I've received, and I've noticed that when I receive tips, I'm truly appreciative of those who are generous themselves--that $30 tip on the $25 bill was indeed a strange yet generous gesture... :)

I bought hair chopsticks this weekend and left them on the kitchen counter when I got home. The next day I couldn't find them...because dad had put them in the dishwasher.

Weddings are so beautiful. They make me SO mushy. At the wedding that I was at this weekend, for their first dance, the bride and groom had a ballroom-type dance choreographed to "It Had To Be You" ready to perform to the rest of their onlookers--top hat, cane, and everything! Awww...

As cool as my extended-extended family and cousins are in St. Catharines, I feel very self-conscious when I go out there for family occasions--they're ALL so much better looking than me (Brodder will vouch for me regarding this fact), I feel like I got the shallow end of the family gene pool.

Deep-fried french toast tastes GOOD; you don't even need to butter it before adding maple syrup! And then adding a little side of whipped cream with it--YUM!!!

I spend SO much whenever I go out with Señorita--not that I didn't know that before. But then again, the "Eternal Egypt" exhibit, milkshakes, commute, shopping, parking, and whatever else were SO worth it!

You can always rely on the black dress as being a reliable choice for formal events such as weddings...grrrr...

Shopping with Mom is always a bargoon! (Janette you should come with us next time!) $2.50 pants? How could you go wrong???

I am NOT good with cash in hand...it burns holes in my pockets and I end up spending SO much of it!

A smile is definitely contagious...and helps to lighten-up some people's moods completely!

I am no longer nocturnal, but that doesn't mean that I'm a morning person all of a sudden either. ;) I miss my lazy afternoon hours and my flexible working hours back at the theatre with the guys, but I gotta admit--instant cash is definitely a perk to this new job!

Via a mere TWO degrees of separation, I can be connected to the bassist of I Mother Earth--cool.

I loathe uniforms.

I'd write more, but sadly enough, it's bed-time for me...I swear I'll be back soon...I miss you guys too.

What To Do?

A business card found its way into my hands today as a customer left the restaurant. A message was scrawled on the back:

I'm in Toronto until June
1st for work - would love to
go dancing/music/?? -
call me.
Marriott Courtyard rm ####,
Yonge and College.
I don't do this with everyone -
you seem really sweet.

What should I do?

Just Like In The Movies

The man who loves me will:
    - find me with Serendipity
    - befriend me from thirteen until thirty and beyond
    - woo me like Leopold
    - sniff me like Mekhi
    - protect me like a Creasy Bear
    - be my hero like Shrek
...and love me forever.

After movies like these, I always feel a little lonely.

Speaking Of Love

I love Gennie-Boo! Hear that? I LOVE GENNIE-BOO!!! Sure he may be Boo's Boo, but I love him too! Because of Gennie-Boo's awesomeness, I may no longer have to be on such a tight budget now when I go out or when I windowshop with others. Because of Gennie-Boo, I HAVE A JOB!!! :) I love you, Gennie-Boo! Oh, and so does Boo. And Squiggly too. ;)

He Loves Me

Today is Bar's birthday (Happy Birthday, Bar!) and he's going to be having dinner at his favourite sushi restaurant. It's a small little place, owned and operated by the single chef there, Ken, but it's the best place around, and consequently my own favourite sushi restaurant as well. Over the years, Bar and I have gotten to know Ken and Ken has gotten to know us. Since we know he's the only chef there and Bar's expecting twelve or more people to dinner, we thought we'd give Ken a heads up that he was going to have a big group. And so, I gave him a call last night to let him know just that.

    Me - Hi Ken, it's melody. It's Bar's birthday tomorrow and we're coming to dinner! There'll be about 12 - 15 of us arriving there at 7:30.
    Ken - Okay. Wow, big party, eh?
    Me - Hehehe, yeah. We don't want to stress you out too much tomorrow or have you over worked so we wanted to let you know in advance. And can we pre-order some stuff too so that you won't be so rushed?
    Ken - Of course! What would you like to order?
    Me - *tells him our load of pre-ordered sushi selections* Okay?
    Ken - Yes, alright. That's tomorrow, 7:30, and thank you for letting me know--this is great; I love you!
    Me - Oh, okay, no problem! Thanks Ken!
    Ken - Thank you!

(He tells me he loves me and all I say is "thank you"--I feel like Emily from that F·R·I·E·N·D·S episode)

He's so great; can you see why he's my favourite sushi chef? I can't wait till dinner tonight!!!

Summer Colours

Bronze
I have a tan. Heavens above, I have a tan! I usually remain pasty white for the whole summer, but yet, five days of beautiful, sunny weather and I've already become somewhat bronzed. It might have something to do with the fact that I do NOTHING during the days anymore as I am unemployed (but looking!), and unfortunately, as Squiggly points out, while I get tanned, he gets paid--a perception that almost takes all the fun out of lying in the sun. :( Sometimes I think it's almost worth it though: heading clubbing on Friday, my beautifully bronzed skin was enough to make a driver miss the fact that the light had already changed to green as he was too busy inspecting me for any tan lines (which I know for a fact he could find none). That was pretty gratifying for a girl that rarely gets any attention otherwise. ;)

Yellow
I was at Tim Horton's earlier today catching an Ice Cappuccino with Hun-Gee before he headed out for the week, and I noticed a couple of yellow cars parked next to each other outside. I think the drivers were friends because they were standing next to their cars, chatting, laughing, and having a good time as their cars sparkled in the sunlight. As nice as their cars looked out there, I knew they weren't those people who meet to talk about their cars and what they've done to them because they owned two fairly different cars: a Mitsubishi Lancer and a Nissan 240, but both sexily yellow.

Even though they hadn't necessarily met to talk about their cars, it got me thinking; what if people had car meets not to compare modifications to their similarly branded cars (Civic meets, Protegé meets), but to compare the colours of their cars--yellow car meets, red car meets, etc. That would be so cool. If you've ever seen a car meet, you know that the meeting cars and drivers can pretty well fill a parking lot, so can you just imagine if all the cars were the same colour? That would be hot. No matter what colour car I drove, I'd show up to the Yellow-car meets--yellow cars and their drivers are usually quite sexy...unless they drive yellow Mazda Protegé5s...those are SO done.

White
White is my favourite colour to wear in the summer--not only does it keep you cool, but it accentuates any bronzing you may have acquired in the sunshine. That, and white goes with anything. I don't think I could ever own enough white articles of clothing. The only downfall to white clothes is that they have to be washed separately from all your other clothes so therefore it may be a little while before you get to wear your favourite white shrit or pants again after they head down to the laundry room. My next planned purchase of white: that bikini from La Vie en Rose. Oh, and a sheer white cotton t-shirt from AE. And a pair of white sandals couldn't be bad. And a white skirt would be nice too...as well as...hehehe...

Blue
Blue skies mean good times. Blue skies also mean time to get outside and get active! Squiggly and I took advantage of the sunny yet cool weather this afternoon to strap on our matching rollerblades and matching wristguards (we swear all of our matching gear was purely coincidental) and went for a round of the neighbourhood on the blades while we chatted. Sure it was brief, but as he pointed out, we probably would've talked sooner or later for a bit on the phone today, so it might as well have been while we were doing something rather than just sitting inside. And just as an FYI, our matching wristguards are also blue. :)