My Dad versus the Newspaper Boy

Dad:
Do you know which day it is? It's Wednesday! And do you know what still hasn't arrived? The newspaper. That goddamn twit. He can't deliver the damn newspaper. Always throwing it all over the walkway or steps. That little asshole.

Me:
Uh... he's only a kid...

Dad:
That little asshole.

[Dad looks out the window]

Where is the paper? Gah!! It's all over the walkway!! Now I have to go out and get it....

[Dad storms out]

Live it Out

I've spent A LOT of time listening to the new Metric album... Not quite as poppy as the first one but I think it's definitely good (umm... minus one song). The songs seem a little darker in tone, and the music is a little more electronic but overall an album worth singing along to at the top of your lungs while driving on the 401 :)

LIVE IT OUT ~ Metric

On the day we were supposed to leave
You changed your mind at the station
You had a nice apartment
There was a good bar downstairs
Your old friend worked there

I'll go anyway, I'll go anyway
They won't refund the ticket
It's a good story

But I don't want to live it alone
Crash to take a chance
I wanna live it out
I know I'm already dead
No concrete adversity
Only traps of our own actions
How we wanted it to be
Now I'm never gonna see you again
You checked out

Vertabrae by vertebrae
Roll your way out of a coma
Look up, the nurse is smiling
What luck, the nurse is me
Your old body is dead
Your body's dead, you're a word instead
In my sleep I repeat it
It's a good story

But I don't want to live it alone
Crash to take a chance
We were gonna live it out
Look at you, you're already dead
How will you remember me
Digging ditches out of boredom
Said you would never leave
Now you're never gonna be here again
You turned off

Makeup for dummies

It seems like a pretty minor thing to obsess about makeup. Most girls my age already know which products to wear, which colours compliment them, and how to actually put the crap on. I on the other hand have been debating for weeks whether or not to start wearing makeup. As winter draws closer, I've been noticing my skin losing it's summer glow, circles underneath the eyes getting more pronounced, and the dreary weather making me look sickly when I'm actually not. It appears that lip balms and lip glosses just aren't cutting it.

When I go to the drug store, my hands get all clammy and I get this paranoid feeling like all of the cosmeticians are watching me. "Look at her, she doesn't even know what is what. Completely clueless." And you know what? I am clueless. I walk the aisles and there's so much to pick from I don't even know what to do. Then I do a reality check and assure myself that it's better than thinking people are saying, "Jesus, she NEEDS to wear makeup." On every occasion I've gone into a drugstore with the sole purpose of buying makeup, I've walked right out because I've gotten so worried, nervous and overwhelmed that the only way to calm myself is to leave empty handed.

But not today.

I braved the crowds at my local Wal-Mart and marched over to the cosmetics section. I had a good look at everything, and then immediately walked out again :( After distracting myself with other shops at the mall, I went back to the Wal-Mart, bought some fabric, and eventually made it back to the cosmetics section. I think I spent a good half hour looking at eye shadows and blushes, but eventually settled on a tiny compact filled with eye shadows, a blush and lip tints. AND! on top of that I also bought an eyelash curler. That ought to work well with the mini mascara I stole from my mother's free Estee Lauder gift set. After I left the check out, I felt victorious! I felt like screaming to the world that I, Miss Pow, had finally made her very first purchase of makeup. As soon as I figure out what the hell it is I should be using after testing the stuff I bought today I may become brave enough to go to places like Sephora to buy nicer products.

Next challenge... to make sure I don't apply makeup in clown-like fashion.

No More Nutty?

I was flipping through the channels and nearly screamed when I saw one of the best hairstylists I've ever been to, on Trial by Jury. It's some crappy fashion transformation show on the Women's Television Network. Nutty Frenchgirl (real name Karen) is one of the craziest people I have ever met, with an awesome sense of style. Yes, most times she looks like a 30-something baby spice, but at the end of the day no one can pull off what she wears.

It's impossible to ignore her bubbliness when getting your hair cut at Coupe Bizarre, but a part of me had no reason to believe that this woman, who can be found laughing, joking and telling stories all of the time is actually hurting and crying inside. I sat on the couch a little dumbfounded watching her have a personal breakdown. This was partly due to a car accident she had a while back which disfigured her teeth and partly due to the fucked up jury that was judging her.

In the end the took away her pink hair, all of her funky clothes and made her a mature 36 year old. The jury was so critical and certainly had no reason to be. Who were they to criticize Nutty? The jury was made up of frumpy farts who thought they knew everything about fashion, psychology and society. If anything it's those assholes who deserve to be made over because they need it the most.