Vampires Beware

My weekend revolved around garlic. I had it taped to two fingers because it's supposed to help my warts fall off. Then the smell made me crave garlic, so I roasted it. I ate it. Lots of it. I hung out with Jess on Saturday morning and I warned her: I smell like garlic. We were in her car and then she started to smell it so I had to put my hand out of the window on the drive back home. My garlic-y hand was cold and smelly. I still have warts. But I'm going to try it again tonight. After I get back from fashion week. That's right. Fashion Week. "Un"fortunately there's no fashion show tonight. I think my self esteem will still be intact when I go back home. Pray for me. Please.

Brought to You By the Letter HEFF

I am working on moving from f*** to "f" to "eff" and finally to "heff" . I feel good about where "heff" might take me. It's a little less 14, a little more 21. Before you know it, I'll be age appropriate.

My cousin just sent me a message saying she started reading my blog. Welcome, cousin Kerry. This is the cousin who apparently looks like me. A few years ago, I met a girl and I thought "she looks like my cousin Kerry". We hung out that summer and people thought we were sisters. I guess we do look alike.

On my way to work today I was listening to "Clap Your Hands Say Yeah" and I remembered the time I rubbed my shoulder into the lead singer of the Calgary, clap your hands-esque band "Light City Fiction". Man do I ever love local celebrity citings!

I am bored. I need a change. I satisfied-ish with my hair. I don't know what to do. I did a little school search Monday and Tuesday. I have been thinking about pursuing an MBA in Community Economic Development for the past year. The problem with that idea is the MBA part. Yuck. So, here I am with a career in a field I love, serving people I love in an agency that is a very good fit for my life. And. I am bored. I don't want to cut my hair and I don't want a new wardrobe. What else is there? More celebrity citings. I went to the library at lunch today and the cute boy wasn't there. (But nearly the complete Belle and Sebastian discography was there - what's wrong with you people? Listen to B&S. Constantly. Your life will never be the same). I need more celebrities in my life. I need more celebrity citings in my life. Or. Maybe I just need a life. Maybe I need to dance more. I have a wedding dance party to attend in 3 weeks. Maybe I need a hobby. I tried learning to knit last winter - I could develop that further. Maybe I should learn to crochet. I've been thinking about a video-log. Just in the case the world wide web doesn't have enough of me. I really like being on camera. I think I'm awfully entertaining. So many thoughts that are not worth developing any further..... sigh.... heff....

In conclusion: I'm trying out heff. I have a cousin. I'm bored. I like being around semi-famous people. I would like to be www.famous.

Ain't No Party Like a Hipster Party

I have a great view from my office. Trees. Sky. Church. Houses. Shopping carts. It’s pretty much the best view in the city.
And now what you’ve all been waiting for…..review of the JT concert. Yikes. It was an event. Good Charlotte opened. I’ve heard of them before. I don’t like them. In fact, I would go as far as saying they sucked. The banter was uninteresting at best and at times totally offensive. Justin...well he brought sexy back. He danced. He had dancers. I’ve never been to such a production before. I haven’t been to a big show since the 90’s. One of the greatest things about being an adult is being able to go to shows that say “no minors allowed”. I don't like music in arenas. I was really hoping that he’d sing the song “Damn Girl”. And he did! But his dancers were dancing like strippers. I didn’t like that. Damn girl, put your clothes back on.
Now the crowd. I will preface my opinion with this: I am not a hipster, and I am certainly not a scene-ster. That being said, I do, from time to time, find myself at particular scenes with hipsters. I may not entirely understand the life of the hipster, but they are familiar to me, and I feel comfortable around them. The crowd at JT was so weird. Mostly I felt like I was around the cool high school crowd. I don’t know how to describe it any better than that. Clubbers? I dunno.
My favorite part about the night was that I had on the best t-shirt in the joint. It was pink with sparkly pink letters that said: I'm bringing frumpy back. (Funny as shit, I know). No one seemed to think it was as awesome as I did until I was on the train sitting across from an unknown woman who began heartily laughing and told me I was funny. That woman knows funny.