Thursday, December 23, 2004

Q: am i not special ?

had my first beer last night. a 'hobgoblin' -- i picked it from the menu because i've never heard of it & plus it wouldn't seem right to have something as mundane as a budwieser/blue/coors light or whatever else they're selling to the masses on tv... set me back a good 8 dollars... serves me right for getting a fancy import the first time i start drinking properly (i've had cheap wine & stuff before, & there was the time i tried to gulp champagne & ended up spitting/spraying it back out, mostly on me. i was maybe 9 or 10 at the time)
the one disappointment was not being able to taste the "fruity character" & "chocolate toffee malt" the lable proclaimed... guess i need more experience
i took the bottle home 'cause it was so pretty (cool label, interesting shape, & there's a border of li'l witches on broomsticks all around the top). the bartender said it'd look good with a blue candle.
not drunk

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

riding on the subway

...which also happens to be the name of one of the tracks on jesse malin's the fine art of self destruction -- the recurring soundtrack to my life at least for now

some brain-crumbs for y'all:

+ started wearing earphones (those big, chunky 'dj' ones) outside because they double as earmuffs. so what if i don't hear so good with them on? i'd take the risk of getting run over by a car if it means i don't have to hear another bunch of mall-dwelling teenaged girls talk with their "like"s & "whatever"s too early in the morning

+released all my reject cds, i mostly left them on bus/streetcar seats on my way to & from school. i also did sneak some into a couple of 'hmv's (because they're my least favourite of all the record chain stores. not that i like any of them) & the 'holt renfew' even though being in there made me feel like a bug or a wine stain on a white dress...

+i'm getting better at walking between ttc-train compartments: i hardly stumble now. (i started one night when there were hardly any people on the train & got to thinking "why the hell not? the signs say not to do it but they don't say anything about the consequences -- so there mustn't be any!) it's getting a bit addictive, seeing people's reactions & they range from outraged ('how dare she do that!') to delighted ('i've always wanted to do that!') to those peculiar how-nice-a-typical-act-of-teenaged-rebellion looks of indifference from some of the more faded, jaded members of humankind

+the average hours of sleep per day i'm getting is at a new low of 2 1/2 hours per morning because i can't go to bed until i literally can't stand up straight -- i keep feeling like i'm missing something important if i go to bed (by the way, i don't drink anything stronger than tea most of the time)

the misplaced queen of the jungle