TO BE STUCK INSIDE A MOBILE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN

I FOUND MY GLASSES !!
Yes, that's right. Some angel picked them up in the metro and brought them to the Lost and Found at the Berri-UQAM metro station. How wonderful is that ?

Another bit of good news, last Tuesday I saw Bob Dylan at the Bell Centre in Montreal. I died. It was amazing. I was in the second row, on the floor. The legend that is Bob Dylan was RIGHT THERE in front of my face. It was awesome.





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A VIDEO JUST POUR TOI.

Stuck Inside a Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again - Bob Dylan



Last night I went to a pot-luck for VAL'S BIRTHDAY !! MAN, you gotta love pot-lucks. There was so much food I stuffed my face like an animal. My contribution, was macaronni salad from IGA. Cheap. I know. Everyone made stuff, like cookies, spinach dip, soup, apple crumble, etc. I stopped at IGA on my way to the party and bought two containers of salad for 3.50$ a piece. I quickly emptied the containers in a plastic bowl when I got there. No one knew any better :)
No pictures of the party unfortunatly.. ! But here's some randoms to entertain you.



MACARONNI SALAD ! <3



Anyways, no interesting stories to raconte tonight.
THAT'S IT THAT'S ALL.
BYEE

UN-LUCKY-EST-EVER.

Hiya folks.

Got some sad sad news. I lost my glasses. The glasses I loved oh so much.
This is how it happened.
Last week, my very last pair of contact lenses ripped in two. SO I had to wear my glasses obviously, because unfortunatly, I'm blind as bat.
Friday night, we were going out for a friends birthday, so we were in the metro (most of my adventures seem to always take place in the metro...), it was about 11pm. My glasses were bugging me, so I took them off and put them in my coat pocket. We got on the metro, and I sat down and searched for my glasses. I could NOT find them. I emptied my pockets, searched the train, looked everywhere. So Camille and I got off at the next station and went back in the other direction to go look where we were before. Still no glasses. So at this point, you can imagine my panic. I could never let Camille stray too far from me during our search because otherwise I couldn't tell who was her in the crowd of blurry people. haha
So we went outside for some ar and possibly a bathroom, because we had drank and not gone to the bathroom yet (for some strange reason METRO STATIONS DON'T HAVE BATHROOMS AND IT SUCKS.) Anywhoo. So picture this, life without my glasses or contacts for me is like a mess of colorful blurry blobs. We're outside in the dark in downtown Montreal. I was FREAKING OUT. Blind as a bat, I tell you. It's not even an exageration. SO, no contacts, no glasses, and no optometrist open on weekends.
What was I to dooooo ?
I wore my dads glasses all weekend. That's what I did. Luckily his prescription is close to mine.

THESE are MY lovely lost glasses :(



and THESE are my dads NOT SO LOVELY glasses.



Yeah. So that was my shitty weekend. haha

On a lighter note, I now have even BETTER contacts then before, ones that I can SLEEP with ! I never have to take them off !!!!!! :D

This is me sleeping with contacts. UH HUH. COOL EH? YES. I THINK SO.



NOOOOWWWW, I'll leave you with Easy/Lucky/Free by Bright Eyes. One of my faaavorite songs.

HOPE

YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS ?? (Hommage to Family Guy.)

Today, I was in the metro with TONS of bags. I'm talking about a 1234567890 pound bookbag (complete with computer and psychology brick/book) a big bag of clothing and my always-oh-so-filled-up purse. I was heading home, not feeling so well. It was PACKED in the metro. No room to breathe. But HALLELUJAH to my supreme joy, there was free seat. It was a window seat, and a lady was sitting in the aisle seat, blocking the way. So I came struggling over, asked her nicely if she could move over so I could sit, and the giant MITTEN of a woman (I say mitten because her hair was strangely in the shape of a mitten, you know the ones with a thumb but no fingers.) scootes her legs over to the left, expecting me to friggen climb over her giant clammy looking legs to get to the window seat. At this point, I wasn't laughing at the mitten hair. I was cursing it. DAMN PIECE OF KNITTED WINTER WEAR. By the time I had struggled over her and sat down with my oodles of bags, it was my stop. GODDAMN. I was angry. I don't understand people who try to complicate everybody elses life. Seriously.


Imagine this less coloured and with a woman underneath.

Another thing about people in the metro that makes me wonder, is the people that wear sunglasses. Let's, just for fun, name of the list of words that describe the metro:
- sombre.
- humid.
- eerie.
- UNDER FRIGGEN GROUND
- DARK
- NOT VERY GOOD LIGHTING.

Anyways, there is no reason why anyone would need to wear sunglasses in the metro. Save yourself the trouble of bumping into walls and falling down stairs. Take 'em off.

Anyways, that's all for my metro rants.

OBAAAMAAAAA WOOONNNNNNNN
BAMALABAM OBAMA !
It's about time the States got a decent president. What I don't understand, is how the SAME population that voted for Barack this time, voted for Bush. TWICE. I guess they needed change. WELL THEY DEFINATLY GOT IT.



It's still sinking in. Wow.


In other news, WATCH THIS MOVIE.



It's about a young Ethiopan who pretends to be a jew so that he can be taken to Isreal and saved from his refugee camp in Soudan where everyone was dropping like flies. He moves to Isreal and is adopted by a jewish family. He struggles with his identity and culture schock and vows to return to his mother in Soudan.

This movie was indredible. 10 out of 10. BY FAR. COUP DE COEUR.

That's all for nooowwww :)
xox