Effortless.

Pillows on the floor in the middle of the living room with all the lights off should remind you of the time you built a fort with your best friend when you were 7. You sit there and giggle and eat a bunch of junk food while watching your favorite tv show... and you're perfectly happy doing just that.

I stand by the fact that it's the simple things in life that should make you happy. Along with people who don't have to try that hard, and if I could give any advice out (not that I'm one to do so) I'd suggest that in the later years of life, you continue distroying the living room occasionally. Sure, your backs might ache sooner, the sugar high might turn into a drunken buzz and the cartoon you were watching is now a hillarious porno, but the effortlessness of the whole "fort" is what I'm getting at.

Best Idea in a While...

...yesterday was the first Tuesday of the month... therefore meaning that Safeway gives me 10% off my entire grocery purchase, and as I am living like a student once again (without all the learning, but also without any money) I need all the savings I could get and so we went. Randomly on my way out through the register (damn Point of Purchase displays), I picked up a gatorade cuz it tempted me....

Ffwd to last night: After an intimate date with the roomie & the racecar driver, along with 4 or 5 kids that decided to sit next to us for our $3 viewing of Ninja Assassin, I met up with Girlie & the Magician for a 17th Ave rendition of Punk Rock Bingo.
A jaggerbomb, double jack, single jack, ect ect, having won nothing and getting zero numbers (I was off on my pickup game, though I looked totally cute, and did the hairflip and all) I was ready to go home. The magician was abusing his power at the "that was mean" game, dibbing things such as 'me not purchasing him a drink' and 'me not saying "thank you"' as MEAN rather than IMPOLITE. I humoured him doing about 40 or 50 jumping jacks in set bar, since I have no shame, but wasn't really finding it amusing.

Ffwd to 4am: I usually wake up at this time after a few cocktails (you know, the ones with both the lemon and lime on them) to a. let my little devil-kitten in from his late-night-rendezvous, and b. make myself something to drink so that I don't wake up feeling like death the next day at noon.
So I layed there in bed mustering up the strength to:
-get out of bed
-walk to the door and let casanova in
-walk upstairs and find the juice jug
-make juice/pour juice/drink juice
& come back to bed,
I dreaded the task at hand for nearly 10minutes before I finally got out of bed and started the whole process. And then as I got to the fridge with the empty jug in hand, I had to do a double take when I saw the red gatorate staring back at me. Like the Golden Arches coming out of nowhere on a long-ass roadtrip, or a friend showing up with an energy drink on a shitty ass work shift, this was my salvation.

I laughed to myself, proceeded to do a bit of a victory dance, while tearing off that plastic wrapping off the top, and loving life. Not knowing what exactly possessed me to pick up the gatorade earlier that day, but giving myself a virtual pat on the back for doing so, I proceeded to chug the greater part of the bottle on my way back to my bedroom. The brainfreeze came as soon as I sat down again, but that's a small 3-minute price to pay for the joy I had felt minutes earlier.

fill in the blanks:

In the aspects of AnnaB as a person, and my life as a whole, I fail at
Modesty,
Flattery, and
___________ (ends in y...)
But I officially succeed at Honesty! That's just who I am!
(words ruled out: sincerity, celibacy)

***4 hrs after having posted this AnnaB figured out that the word she was looking for was "intimacy"***

... then I laugh to myself ...

Today was a day of mixed feelings, ending in me rocking out around the house, doing the crazy hair flip and the "running man" dance.

I had an interview for a "real" job today. That's all I had to do, was get ready and "wow" them. Easy!

But as I got downtown well in advance and flirted with the boys at Safeway while purchasing some Red Rain so I could faster talk about myself... (flirting included the hair toss and touching of the arm and all... Score!) I got up to the lobby of the office, and only noticed the negatives: the chairs were comfortable, but had decorative pillows on them, ensuring that they rarely get used for sitting on, the marketing flyers weren't creative at all, the receptionist and everyone that passed by looked very boring and displeased with being there.

So I sat there waiting for my interview, 1/2 of my thoughts were playing the Smurfs themesong in my head, the other 1/2 was thinking of how awesome I was and how if I actually convince myself that I want this job, I'd totally get it!

Ffwd to me swinging by the mall to get the kitten some food, pickin up some new music (which, as previously mentioned) to rock out to before the roomies come home! And then a package came that I wanted, and so my day is fantastic! Sometimes I love life!

7 Days of "Nice-ness"

Roughly a week ago, Not-N2 and I went on a hungover walk. During set walk we talked about a lot of stuff, trying to focus on her instead of me, but always straying back to me. After 2 hours of walking and chitchatting, I couldn't help but notice, that my friend kept giving me advice on how to be a better person. And so this challenge came up.

For one week, I will live by a set of 15 rules, that will help me be "Nicer" than what I am (hard to do, right?) and maybe at the end of the week, something will stick and I will be all around better.

The Rules:
1. no sarcasm (fml)
2. must compliment the person I'm talking to, can't use same compliment twice (and it needs to sound genuine... that's the hard part)
3. no swearing (one again, fml)
4. do something nice and unexpected for someone else... each day
5. smile (no matter how hard I try, this one will come across FAKE)
6. Can't be bossy (which I'm totally not!)
7. Play with hair/do hair toss at some point during the conversation
8. Say please & thank you
9. Must give a wink (sidenote: i think this one is beyond ghey, it won't make me any nicer!)
10. Must give a friendly touch
11. Must listen intently, look interested, make eye contact, and ask questions (that's one rule?)
12. Can't talk about myself unless someone asks
13. Can't talk about sex. Sidenote: if sex comes up, I must incorporate this quote: "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me" (i know, "nice" right?)
14. Always say yes if a guy offers to buy a drink
15. Speak in a soft manner.

And so I'm sitting here finishing up this blog with a "smile" on my face and the Smurfs themesong running through my head... but I gotta get back to cleaning the house on my hungover Sunday afternoon, as maybe the roomies will find that "nice and unexpected"
...7 days you say...

Fave Quotes!

Yesterday:
Sitting in our living room, a friend of mine tries to pet my kitten Harley. If any of you have met him, he's a lot like me: stand-off-ish and mean. After a 5-sec pet, he tries to bite. Then goes on to bite my friend another 3 times.
Greatest quote ever: "That was mean! You're cat should do like 50 jumping jacks!" Hahaha (read the "That Was Mean" blog to understand!)

Today: Out for a show with BabyMama and her sister (who flew in from ON like 24hrs ago) we were talking about what major ON/AB differences there are. And while talking of the music scene and other "social" aspects of the two provinces... we say "Alberta is so far behind" to which the response is "for sure, at least 2 HOURS".... and that's just funny cuz it's true... but everyone who lives here, knows how long it actually is...

"That was Mean" recap, week 1.

People aren't abusing this function as much as they should (in my opinion).
Yes, the roomies did get me to do some jumping jacks in our kitchen and living room, a couple of times, and the grocery store scene must have been rather amusing with the old gentleman and all the cashiers watching...
but I always thought that more people would be into seeing my "humiliation".
Apparently, different people do find different things "MEAN" and I don't always get called out on all the stuff that I think I should. *shrugs*

"I'm too Old for this Shit!"

Sigh, alright, so for those of you who are close to me, you know that 'not so long ago' Girlie introduced our 'household' to a new tv series, titled "How I met Your Mother"... greatest show ever! And in set show, in one particular episode, they talk of the "Murdoch List" the list of stuff you are TOO OLD TO DO. That is the stuff I will speak of right now.

Tonight, I went out with a couple of friends, to see a rock show at the local campus pub. The band (Down With Webster) was awesome. They rocked out hard, gave a solid performance and I would see them many times over. But as I stood in the back of the crown with my JD&coke in my hand, watching all the "youngins" rock out and squeel when a band member touched their hand, I realized how old I actually was.

As the band came on stage, at the beginning of the night, I took one look at them and said "I bet you I'm fuken older than every single one of the guys in this band" which lead to a bit of a debate, but later on proved to be indeed true. Don't get me wrong, I used to be 18, 20, 22. I used to go to rockshows and take a million photos, hope the band "touched my hand" and pulled me up on stage... but these day's you'll find me in the "mothers corner". I'm the person at the back of the crowd, still singing along, but not getting involved in the moshpit. Still cheers-ing the band but not "raising my hands in the air". And still congradulating them on a good show, but not getting an autograph and picture. In short, I'm old.

And as I put my friends in a cab, and asked very politely for the cab driver to take them home and deal with their drunken jibberish, I got home, to make myself some garlic toast, french fries, cajin chicken and carrots&dip as a 2am snack (it's no hamburger helper, but it'll do) I looked into the hallway mirror, and saw Vicky starring back at me.
(Vicky is a lady in Toronto who was married a rockstar from my favorite band ever. She adored indie music and was super into the 'scene' back in my ON days.) I always assumed I was going to be 'like' her, but today, for the first time ever, that's who I saw. I was dressed in 'scene' clothes and at the correct bar, but amongs the 'youngins' I was trying to "party hard".

My "I'm too old for this shit" List.
-I'm too old to drink tequila & jagger in the same night
-I'm too old to pay for a cab, via change being scrounged from the bottom of my purse
-I'm too old to get kicked out of bars and think it's funny
-I'm too old to get drunk enough to vomit without "seeing it coming"
-I'm too old to drink enough that I forget my address

SIDENOTE:
-I also think I'm too old to "makeout" for 3 hours in any given night

And yet, I still believe I'm young enough to:
-eat ice cream to make a bad day seem better
-watch "Smurfs" and let them brighten up my day
-rhyme
-sit on the floor
-sing childrens camp songs
-skip down the street (note to self, I should do that soon)

Flask found!

Ginna does have it!
How fuken exciting is that mother fukers? So excited!
Now, I just need to get it back!

The Introduction of "That was Mean!"

New game!
In an effort to make me a nicer person, whenever I'm "mean", whoever is around me needs to point at me with a disapproving look and tell me "that was mean". As a penalty, I will do 10 jumping jacks (and will hopefully throughout the year learn my lesson).
The funny part: I will have to do the jumping jacks wherever I am, be it a Ctrain, a bar, a nightclub, ect. Because it's more fun if I could "learn my lesson" while other people are also getting a laugh out of it. (expiry date at the end of this year)
Let it begin!

Recap:
Rules: you must 1. point 2. give a disapproving look 3. say, "that was mean"
Punishment: 10 jumping jacks / time being "mean" wherever we are at that point in time.