Step Into My Office, Baby

Okay, I am so obviously on a Belle and Sebastian kick these days. You all need to check out the video for Step Into My Office, Baby. It's super sexy and fan-flippin-tastic!

A Saturday in the Life of a Spoiled Brat

I left work early on Friday because I thought that there was a good chance that I would go crazy if I stayed one minute longer. I ended up going to my parents (I wanted to make up for my poor performance over Easter. I was terribly miserable and Mommy called days later to check up on my mental health). I am in Vermilion, and boy what I day I had.
I woke up at 8:00 to get Justin Timberlake tickets. In the old days there were rumours of being able to call a ticketmaster from a different time zone and be able to get tickets a couple hours early. I tried it, but I think they smartened up. The line was automated and shut down my plan. I was up and decided to be helpful and I put a grout sealer on the tiles in the room I was staying in. Then my dad came back from washing my car. (My dad washed my car). Then he vaccuumed the interior and informed me that I had a rotting apple in it. Then he took the floor mats back to the car wash to, you know, get them really clean.
It was 9:55 when I plopped myself back on the computer. I logged into my ticketmaster account and by 10:02 I had purchased 4 tickets to see JT. Oh wow. I am going to feel so old and so happy that night. Then I was reading the paper and I found out that Chad VanGaalen is opening up for Feist. I love CVG but the last time I saw him was at a CD release party at the Sidetrack and he didn't appear to really want to be there and he went on a tirade that was kind of offensive. I hope he wants to be at the Winspear on the 18th. I hope. I hope.
Then I went with my mom to get groceries and I bought some spray paint to paint my table legs that I've been meaning to paint for a year but I've been just too lazy to do. When I got home my dad was all ready to paint them for me, and I let him. I was hanging out so I wouldn't feel like I was taking advantage of him too much and I realized that my hoodie looked a little sparkly from the paint that wafted my way. And then I realized that I also had paint on my glasses. Luckily it came off with soap. When I was in high school, I spray painted a big cardboard roll that once held linoleum. I painted it gold and then put mini lights on it and it felt festive all year round. While I was painting it, I totally got my glasses. I couldn't get it off, so I tried...steel wool. I tried to clean my GLASSES with STEEL WOOL. Fortunately, I still had warranty on my glasses. I sat in the car while my mom brought them in. I was a little on the embarrased side.
Overall, this was a very good Saturday. I am going to see Justin Timberlake and I don't have paint on my glasses. What more could a girl ask for?

Quote of the Day pt. 2

"You look as messed up as I feel"
- annoymous in the drop-in

Super Sleuth

There's a chance that I may be teetering on the edge of stalker-dom. Last night I had a dream about someone I was friends with for about five months. But that was close to ten years ago! I haven't thought of him for ages. He was a TON of fun when I was seventeen. And in the dream we became buddies again, so I decided that I need to find this missing friend. Is he okay? Does he still wear shorts all the time? Why on earth would I dream about this random boy from a decade ago? I'm new to this "finding missing person" thing, and have had little success so far. I did some internet searching, and I'm hoping I have his name right. I managed to re-friend Byron Gravel with my limited sleuthing skills. But what happens if I DO find him? Then what will I do? Hi...uh....you probably don't remember me.....uh..... Stupid dream. Stupid internet. Stupid lunch break.

Woah. After a whole day of wondering how to find old friend, I just remembered that Becky M might know him. Becky M, be expecting an inquiry.

I just came back from our first official Candeo fundraiser (first unofficial fundraiser was a rock show last weekend). Man oh man. I love Candeo and I love people that are interested in Candeo and I love that people are giving their money to Candeo. So, thanks to all that came!
I turned the tv on because I'm not tired enough to go to bed right now and my mind feels a little too foggy to read. And the show that's on is pretty bad and I just saw someone's face being cut with a knife. A surgical knife. A scalpel even. Wow, tv is so awesome.
It's Earth Day tomorrow! Thanks God for giving us the responsibility of taking care of Creation. Help us do a better job. Help us care. Help us take responsibility. Help us hear your voice clearer and louder. Help us take responsibility for what you're telling us to do. Go team go! Aaaaaaaamen!

Did it Hurt...When I Kicked You in the Crotch?

Lately, I've been reflecting on how events in life become normalized. This realization really hit me on Wednesday when I was waiting for a client at an innercity clinic. I was sitting in the waiting room - sitting next to one man and across from a guy with sunglasses. The sunglasses guy asked the man his name and the man responded angrily and aggressively. ("Why are you asking me.... what do you want to know... grrr....."). Sunglasses asked the man what he did. The man told Sunglasses that he was a pastor. Sunglasses asked Pastor if he practiced the Book. Pastor responded: yes. 33 years. The banter continued until Sunglasses turned his attention to me and began flirting. Pastor got all weird and informed Sunglasses that I was an intellectual and that I was not interested. Then Pastor asked me to pick up his plastic bag. I told him it was heavy. Pastor then asked me to go drinking with him. I politely refused. Pastor promptly stormed out of the building. Sunglasses then began telling me that he is waiting to see the doctor because of his sore throat. He apparently got sick because a beautiful woman kept on kissing him. Sunglasses then passed out. I found the whole situation amusing. And very normal. It was a bit strange for me because it was happening outside of my regular work place, but this kind of stuff happens to me on a daily basis. This is my life. THIS IS MY LIFE?!
How is it that this has become my life? While many of my peers spend much time picking up/getting picked up by people they wouldn't get fired for dating, I spend my time telling homeless men/intoxicated men/drug dealers that I am not interested. How is it that the previously mentioned group believe that I am totally their type? Just to clarify. If you are a vegetarian man between the age of 22 and 42 and are not addicted to any chemicals, or solvents, are able to hold down a job, and like Jesus and Creation and rock shows then I may be your type. I know, hearts across the globe are now crushed due to this revealed piece of information. Sorry to disappoint. So very sorry. But seriously. This is my life.

My Body is a Cage

I took my car in for it's one year check up. It's seems like only yesterday it was rolling off the assembly line in Japan! Speaking of rolling off the assembly line, this weekend I ran into a boy from high school and we talked about how next year will be our 10 year reunion. So that means that I have been out of high school for 9 years. That means I only have one year to do something with my life before my lack of doing is made public. I mean more public than this public admission of not doing.
I don't feel like I haven't done things that I wanted to do. But looking at my life, what I have done? I went to school for a long time and accumulated a crazy amount of student loans. I spent some time on a train. I threw some good parties. I learned to drive. I....
I am happy with the way my life is. I have good relationships. I have Jesus. I have a stereo and a library card. I have hope. But my vanity kicks in from time to time and I remember what I look like. I am single. I rent. I work for little money at a job with little prestige. My hair's okay, but could use a little something. I don't even have a pet.
So there's the 10 years in one year thing, and then there's the 27 years in 2 1/2 months thing. I will be 27 soon and I don't have a pet. I have decided that in response to the disappointment my life has become, I will set goals that I will dedicate the next year of my life to accomplish.

Short term goals (to be reached by June 29, 2007)

* I will get my dad to talk about the "massive pythons" coming out of his shirt
* I will finish with the business plan for a certain housing project
* I will cause someone to shoot milk out of their nose
* I will clean up spilled milk because I made someone shoot it out of their nose
* I will relearn the Electric Slide
* I will listen to LeadBelly
* I will convince a particular friend to go a particular clinic to get a particular scab examined

Longer term goals (to be reached before 10 year reunion in 2008)

* I will "unlock my body and move myself to dance" at good friend's wedding
* I will find a husband for Heidi, and convince his hot and nerdy cousin to accompany me to stupid reunion
* I will use some of the denim that I've accumulated to make a "wicked hot" something or other
* I will teach people the Electric Slide at E squared's wedding
* I will overuse the term E squared
* I will go somewhere I've never been
* I will get nice hair
* I will be happy with not doing
* I will be

Lame goals. Lame life. Whatever. Your life is lame too. Look at what you're spending your time on. Let's all feel bad about ourselves. Good idea, Ang. Good idea.

Billy Billy M, Where Are You?

I like this time of year because it's not super cold and it stays light out for longer. I walked home and it was still light out at 8:30!! As I was waiting for the walk light, a big truck drove by. It was, probably like a half ton, and it made my hand vibrate as it sped past. And I thought: Wow. That big half ton (half tonne?) truck sure made my hand vibrate. I also thought: What does the phrase "full of piss and vinegar" mean? So I went home and did a little search and found out that it means: rowdy, boisterous, full of youthful energy. And then I thought: I don't think a truck can be full of youthful energy. And then I thought: I wonder if I'll ever use that phrase? And, you know what? I just did.

I like short work weeks because that means that I'm not at work as much as I usually am. No. I'm not lazy; I just would rather do other things like march around an abandoned hotel three times. Oh yah, I marched around an abandoned hotel three times yesterday with an unnamed friend who lives on my street. It was really fun. I think people that saw us probably thought: Wow. Those girls sure are full of piss and vinegar. One of the tasks we have to do before our next "community meeting" is to get out and walk and pray about an area of the city. This is something that I believe God has been asking me to do for the past two years and I have done very little of. It's surprisingly surprising how fulfilling it is to just do what God asks you to do. Marching around an abandoned building might seem like a better use of time if I was trying to score some crack, but I think just being with the Creator and following Her lead was actually the best use of my time. Why is it these simple lessons that I have learned over and over the lessons that I still need to learn? Maybe it's putting the lessons into practice more than learning the lesson. Right-oh.
It look me about five tries to spell the, I usually type h-t-e. I then I remembered how Douglas Coupland wrote about surveillance technology that could identify people by the way they type. Man, that guy's a genius. Hi Brian. Thanks for reading my blog. xxoxo angie

**Note: this posting is much breezier than the one I just deleted. If you are an avid reader, you may remember a very sad clown and a mention of the ever-miserable Mr. Murray. From now on, it's only rainbows and giggles. Rainbows and giggles.**

Lay An Easter Egg For Me

I am in Vermilion because it's Good Friday, and all the truly good Fridays are spent in Vermilion. Last night on my drive, I saw the moon. And let me tell ya, Jesus laid a big egg in the sky... just for me. It was awesome. The moon was low and giant and orange and oval-esque. And I thanked my Saviour for coming to this earth, showing me how to live, redeming this world - redeeming my life, and laying moon eggs as a reminder of His faithfulness.
My parents are currently arguing about the temperature of the house. It's cold. It's hot. Blah, blah, blah. The boys were asked to "do something" with a window outside. I don't understand the details exactly but I think an explosion may be part of the plan. I'm not totally sure about the inner workings of other families, but I'm pretty sure mine is more exciting than most.