GIbberish song!

By a really scary looking Italian man named Adriano Celentano. Oddly enough, his daughter played the Satan character in the Passion of the Christ. This is good old fashioned fun!

One of those days

I'm currently in a state of mad emotion-y-ness. As in crying in the Sound of Music, wanting to punch mother in the face, needing a hug, needing to knife something, wishing for kittens.

What is happening in this silly old brain? I've been largely ignoring its little tantrums today and using music and movies to shut it up.

No Rain by Blind Melon:

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane

I have not been this dumb since grade 10. Wow.

In other news, the rest of the weekend in Ottawa was really fun! Sat in a park on sunday and then hung out with my friend Pauvre and his mother until 3 this morning.

I started going through all my clothes today, deciding what I need to get rid of for moving. Tomorrow I'm hoping to tackle the dresser which has no clothes and lots of random crap in it.
I need to start putting stuff in boxes, like my dear books and so forth. I also need another book shelf, which is shameful. I also need to do my taxes. I should start that now.... rrrrgh.

My brother's fiancee caught a bunny, but I need to go release the little guy. He is not happy indoors...

... He ran away into the field. I hope he's ok.

I now have to go clean the house cuz my parents are back from vacay.

Hostel

Hostels are a pretty rocking form of hospitality.

I've spent the day out and about in the city, and now my friend and sister have gone to bed and I'm sitting in a room of strangers blogging.

I hear an Aussie, an American, a guy humming along to his ipod, an Asian from Toronto describing the city to some other guy, a Brit explaining the difference between GARage and garAGE, and how the first is actually correct.

On our little walking tour of the Parliament area we were affronted by a cop who demanded to see our tickets for Parliament Hill. Our looks of confusion and fear set him off into a big ol' laugh and apparently he pulls that on every cute touristy girl he sees, and there were the three of us ;)

There are some pretty good looking fellows kicking about this place. If I had any guts at all I would strike up conversation. Guy humming to himself is reasonably good looking, and also these two guys checking over maps on the couch beside me.

So today we went to the Museum of Civilization, and it was agreed on by all that secretly installing animatronics in some of the wax figures would make the exhibits
a) exciting and
b) terrifying!
Great prank for anyone!!!

We also checked out the Nature Museum, which had dinosaurs and a moose and lots of birds. It was a good time.

Sitting in this place, full of people who are mad about travelling, makes me want to get out of Canada. I guess this is a start, getting out of KW, but I want to seeeeeee thiiiiings. Grr.

Dilemma: Seem to be absorbed in laptop and thus discourage anyone from initiating conversation

OR

Shut off laptop and wander around hoping that I look like I want to talk to someone, not eat babies.

P.S. New York accents are difficult to listen to. At least I think that's what this comedian on TV has. Also I want a kitty :(
P.P.S. American comedy is not funny. At all.
P.P.P.S. Dreaming kitties are hilarious.
4xP.S. That lady who played Precious in that movie cannot sing to save her liffffeee. Grraaaahh!!!

Wow, quite a day so far.

I had a jorb interview and I am now hired as a tutor! Yay! 16$/hour frik yeeeaaaa! But only like 10 hours a week :P

Drove around like a billion different places delivering stuff for my dad.

Stopped in to see Jemma.

Our dearly loved Mel's Diner and our revered Sugar Mountain burned to the ground this morning.

I got 3 new books! Madame Bovary by somethingorother Flaubert, Les Miserables and The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo. I already had French copies of the Hugos but I wanted the English as well.

I saw as number of people I knew unexpectedly. It was weird to see them out of context, but not neccessarily unpleasant.

I made some rockin' Earl Grey tea that I chilled and am now consuming with great joy.

What I've been sniggering at

So I had a classically weird dream last night. Classical in the sense that this is how most people dream.

I was living in this crazy old apartment, and I think Tory and Vee were my neighbours, and my mother was the landlady. It was on the top floor of this rickety, tilty building, and the atmosphere was not unlike the guys' house in Fight Club.

So one day my friend Schildroth shows up with his mom, and she explains that he is really sick but she is going on a trip so I need to take care of him. I give him a blanket and crackers, and just as his mom leaves he gets sick all over the carpet. I'm pissed, so I just go to work.

On my way back from work I'm just sauntering along when I see a squirrel dragging a tree branch. I feel sorry for it, so I break the branch into smaller branches and sticks. A girl comes out of the building on the same property and asks me what I'm doing. I explain and she seems relieved or something. She asks me to come with her and introduces me to all of her friends working at the zoo, and we all get along great and now I have new friends! I do recognize one of them now as Doug from band camp.

So I get a job at the zoo and we all hang out a lot and have good times.
And then I wake up. Heh.