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11:36 pm - OMG
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| Monday, January 8th, 2007
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2:13 pm
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My poor little kittycat Ritchie ran away from home. I'm so sad. I loved him so much. And to think he's out there in the cold (it rained last night) shivering and lost, wishing to be inside nestled in the corner of the couch... That's the worst. If he's not alive, I hope he went fast and painless.
I hate to think to much about where he is. It's so heartbreaking. I've had him since he was a little kitten.
I made signs to put up around the neighbourhood. He's not an outdoor cat at all. Once in a while we let him roam the front lawn - and he usually runs back in quickly. He doesn't even have a collar...we should have given him one...
All these should have's and what if's. It's breaking my heart (I know I said that already).
I hope we find him or he's able to find his way home. I hope he didn't run too far away.
I miss my kitty!!!
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| Monday, October 2nd, 2006
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12:00 pm - Correction
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One time I admitted that I found Russell Crowe really attractive. I was sitting in a Montreal theatre sometime after graduating from high school. We were watching the movie, Gladiator on a screen that was impossibly massive - back then, circa. 2000 we had just begun to experience the Silver Cities and the Coliseums. Every inch of Russell's tanned and rugged face was magnified so that, for some strange reason, I was quite enthralled by the gladiator who could kick all kinds of human, and even tiger, ass. Mid-movie, I remember quietly whispering into my friend Mandy's ear, I don't know why, but for some reason, I think Russell Crowe is really hot in this movie.... This was before I started dating Carl. I completely forgot about this incident until last month when Mandy managed to embarrass me by telling strangers about my one time, fleeting, secret crush.
I don't really think Russell Crowe is hot anymore. And I doubt if I saw Gladiator again, that I would once again feel any lusty sentiments towards him. I just really wanted to set the story straight.
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| Sunday, September 24th, 2006
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9:19 pm
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I took out my fake hair today. Kisses, baby girl - I'll miss you, weave.
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| Thursday, September 21st, 2006
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9:47 am - 26!
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Yesterday was my birthday. I'm 26. I've crossed over the hump. I'm in my mid-to-late twenties now. I still feel 19.
My friend Greg put extensions in my hair. Greg is a celebrity hair stylist who worked as head stylist on Canada's Next Top Model, on Hilary Duff's latest video & on Stiffler's Mom. He helped make my hair rad yesterday - it's super long and almost down to my ass. Last night it was so wavy and ethereal. I've always wanted extensions. Thanks Greg!
Thanks to all my friends who went out last night despite the fact that we all had to work in the morning. Friday and Saturday the party resumes.
I make no predictions for this year. I just want more parties.
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| Sunday, September 17th, 2006
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3:01 pm
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1:07 am
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I never realized that my last name actually has a coat of arms. I figured that wasn't something I had. Guzman to me never was as popular as Smith or Jones or Mac-something. I don't know quite how to explain it - my family can't really be traced back very far. I often forget that although my family likely spent several generations in Colombia, and can be traced back to either to the indiginous peoples, slaves and the Spanish colonists, depending on the route you take - that ultimately the name goes fairly far back and is of European origin. I guess this proves I never really go so far as to wonder what's in a name.
Please consider another famous "Torontonian" Guzman of note.
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| Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
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4:44 pm - Back in town
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I'm sick again and my right hand side car mirror is busted. I went into work today at noon. Walking around today and yesterday and not going into work has made me long for the days when I was still in school and could pretty much do nothing all day and not feel like a useless turd. I'm happy to report that although I do not feel like a useless turd - seeing as I am now employed - I wonder if I would be happier somewhere else or doing something else.
Probably.
I want to go to Europe. I want to know people like me. Same hours, same longing, same days off, same income, same savings.
Tall order.
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| Thursday, August 31st, 2006
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11:47 am
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I got the strep.
Strep throat. That's what made me sick. That's what made it hard to swallow. That's why my body ached so badly. It was all because of the strep.
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| Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
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4:38 pm
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Crazy busy weekend. Little sleep. This combo usually results in me catching something pretty shitty and suffering for a week afterwards. I have a sneaking suspicion that I have a sinus infection, though I can't be sure. I keep on wanting to doze off here at work.
I've lost a bit of weight so far. Maybe about 7-10lbs. I feel good. The only thing is that I'm starting to get crazy bruises all over my legs and arms. I wonder if it's related to protein and/or anemia? But I'm eating food regularly - hardly dieting. Not sure what it could be...
Thank goodness it's the long weekend, but curse time because summer is almost over.
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| Thursday, August 24th, 2006
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4:06 pm - Save Pluto!
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OH DEARZ, I skipped a day and didn't write in my livejournal!
Well I've gone to the gym every day this week so far. I'm not sure if I see results, but I tried on my jeans and they fit nicely. Snug, but not too snug. This is progress as far as I'm concerned.
Today Rogers officially launched the first issue of Hello! Magazine - Canadian Edition. I missed getting a free copy of the launch issue, but I did get a free popsicle. I think working for Hello! would be fun. It contains a decent mix of celeb gossip and style. Except the CanCon might get tedious to read about.
I've been surfing the NASA & Hubble telescope galleries. Some of the nebulae are so amazing to look at. I would hate to know - though I have an inkling - that the colours aren't real.
I also just read researchers at the International Astronomical Union in Prague have officially voted Pluto out of the SSPC (the Solar System Planets Club). Pluto had to literally be walked out of the solar system by closest friend Neptune, with hardly any warning beforehand. Sure there was talk, but it seemed as if Pluto was always able to rise above the gossip. However, now it stands that there are only 8 planets in our solar system. Pluto is to be erased Big Brother style from all history books. We are not to speak to Pluto no matter how many times he calls to say, "what's up". Do not look Pluto in the eye. Pluto is dead to us as a planet.
Truly, this news makes me sad. I mean literally, this news has changed my universe completely (har har).
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| Monday, August 21st, 2006
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4:51 pm - Day 2, or something
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On Friday night I snuck into Riverdale pool with Mandy and Bobby at around 2am. We were pretty messed up and hardly gave a second thought to the fact we were swimming in our underwear in a really really well lit pool. Only the next day, once sober, did I realize that Bobby was probably right when he said we should get out of the pool after some guy hopped the fence as well to get in for a dip. As a result, I suffered many bruises during the climb. I was as stealthy and slick as a Koala climbing that fence. I hopped the fence a total of 4 times - first to case the pool for guards then to actually swim. This particular fence was a bit more difficult than the average wire fence. It was tough and wrought iron. My knee is freckled with purple bruises as are my elbows and one inner thigh.
All the people at Fuck Faces were weirding me out. I'm really getting a bad feeling about Toronto lately. Either that it's pushing me out or I'm no longer welcome (and/or having fun). Something's gotta give, pardon the cliché. Toronto will surely end up giving me social herpes. Maybe that's a bad metaphor - actually, it's terrible. I don't have herpes. Toronto is like a seedy dude that tries to hook up with you every so often, and one day you're too drunk to tell him to fuck off and he slobbers all over your face and boom - the next day you wake up with a cold sore and regret ever having gone out at all. The cold sore is the equivalent to standing at a bar and then being pushed by a nerdy kid in a hot pink baseball cap, glasses and a spotty beard on purpose because he needs a beer and you're in the way, then calling him a cunt and threatening to pour a beer on his ugly pink cap because you want him to pay for his supreme cunty-ness. Is that even funny?
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I went to Muscle Up today. I find that I get really really bad headaches after each work out even though I am constantly replenishing with tuna or nuts. I suspect that it might be the fault of one Cucumber Melon Bath & Body Works lotion. I don't really like the smell, but I hate the feeling normal soap leaves behind after a shower. I'm hoping to get a big gym bag for my birthday - incidentally falling on the 20th of September (read: in one month). Once I get the big gym bag, I can fit my bigger, nicer smelling lotions in there.
What's weird is that I shower at work after I go to the gym. Hence I've been naked at work on several occasions! It really freaked me out the first time, now I'm just glad that I have the luxury of showering at work.
I spent the bulk of Sunday watching the first season of Prison Break in the hopes of possibly catching up to today's season premiere episode. But it was for naught. I think Wentworth Miller is hot, and it bugs me that I find myself sort of talking like a teenager or a cougar (not sure which is more appropriate) about how I'd like to "do him". Actually I don't say those words exactly, but it's all in the subtext. It makes me feel kinda gross. I take the subtext back...all of it. W-icing-on-the-cake-worth Miller aside, the show is entertaining, though the episodes' formula does get pretty repetitive. Everything just has to go wrong...
Anyway hometime is soon. I need to grow a pair and ask my roommate when he's moving out. I'm expecting the worst.
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| Thursday, August 17th, 2006
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10:39 am - Day 1
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Okay. So let's pretend that I'm actually going to write a journal of my daily events, daily. My goal is to record the events and thoughts of my day, every workday (until I get the internet at home). I'm always anti-mundane daily retrospectives and pro vague prosaic sporadic livejournal entries when it comes to my own livejournal - but fuck it. Memory is a tricky thing and more than a handful is never a waste, I always say. To tell you the truth, this change of heart isn't really that significant. I think I've reached a new level of exhibitionism... erm....
So now that everything has been cleared up, on to the meat and potatoes.
Obviously I just can't roll into a breakdown of what I did yesterday, when there's little knowledge of what I've been doing for the past few months, but I guess whoever is reading this may have to fill in the blanks here and there. Let's see... I've changed my diet a little bit since the end of July and I've started going to the gym. I'm working on toning up so I can fit in skinny jeans that make my ass look great. Speaking of my ass, I hate H&M mirrors. So yesterday I went to Cardio Pump - a mix of cardio and conditioning for the legs & arms. I think it's the 4th time I've gone to that class. I'm finally not getting as flushed at the end as I used to. Today I may go to Abs, Butt & Legs, which was a killer on Tuesday. Think skinny jeans. I hate that summer is only 3 months. I'm gonna have to buy a whole new "work appropriate" wardrobe. I know there's tons of awesome clothes that I could wear to work that are functional both inside the office and outside. But I don't have the cash or time to spend looking for wicked crossover items. I need a personal stylist and shopper like the Dad from Alf needs a crackpipe, or whatever that means. Plus, dress pants/slacks always look weird on me and/or they feel weird. I figure I'll fit better into pants like that if I tone up here and there (abs, butt and thighs). But enough about that.
Yesterday I came home to the sound of the tv on. Nothing was on it, mind you, because my douchebag roommate doesn't realize that when you finish watching a movie even though you press "Stop" on the VCR, that you need to turn off the TV too. The screen may be black, but that's cos nothing is playing on the VCR. He's moving out in about 2 weeks. I am looking forward to it. The grossest bit about living with him was when I found out he had been using my razor. He left clues in the form of rife red stubble in between the blades of my Venus razor.
My friend E is seeing a new guy. Some Austrailian guy. His friend was into me, but no go. I am pretty single, as I have been for a while. No news is better than bad news, I suppose.
Abs, Butt and Thighs in an hour.
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| Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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2:28 pm
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I finally did it - I actually went to the gym and took a class! It's taken me months of pondering over the subject and then several more weeks to even buy some workout clothing. But the day has arrived and I went to my first class today at lunch time. The best part about working for Rogers is that they have a gym in the building with classes scheduled throughout the day. I'm on my way to becoming healthier and less round. Big ups.
In un-(livejournal)-published news, I now work for a nationally published magazine called Today's Parent - a Rogers publication. Obviously it's a parenting magazine. I also work on the same floor where Lou Lou, Glow, Flare and Chatelaine are published. Go Rogers Publishing! And while I also acknowledge that I am kinda working for "the man", I guess you could say I'm happy that I work for a recognized magazine (maybe moreso if you're a parent). But there are bigger and better things within this organization. This opportunity is like getting paid to go to class. Practical learning.
Hey youngies - I'm gonna be 26 soon, but the party won't end.
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| Sunday, April 30th, 2006
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3:08 am
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I don't use livejournal right.
I just watched this documentary called "In the Realms of the Unreal" and I found it utterly depressing.
Quoted from IMDB:
Henry Darger worked all his life in menial jobs in Chicago. Living alone and in poverty, he had no friends or close family. Spending all his off hours alone, he whiled away the hours working on a 15,000 page illustrated novel called The Realms of the Unreal. A stunning amalgam of religious imagery, fantasy, and heroic drama, the work was only discovered after Darger was moved to a hospital during the last days of his life. Darger also wrote journals and an autobiography. The documentary uses interviews with Darger's neighbors and narration of passages from his works, along with his illustrations, to explore the mind and work of Henry Darger.
It's such a bizarre story. I'm fascinated and similarly unsettled by it.
Check out his artwork: http://www.hammergallery.com/Artists/darger/Darger.htm
The site contains some more info about the artist - which I haven't read. But his life story depressed me. There were points in the narration where they sort of glossed over whether or not the man had any mental issues - clearly he was brilliant and ambitious, but he couldn't have been entirely stable to begin with. He wrote in his autobiography about making weird noises as a kid in school which pissed off his teacher and fellow classmates to the point where he ended up in some asylum for feeble minded children - only to suffer and likely provide the impetus for his later saga. After 7 years at the asylum he ran away to Chicago where he spent the rest of his life working as a janitor until he was forced to retire. Often he wished to adopt a child, but when denied after several attempts he withdrew even further into his fantasy land. Failing eyesight, poverty and old age left him with no recourse other to spend his last days in a poorhouse (or something like that) before he died. Not very uplifting, really.
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| Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
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10:39 am - Weird, prefaced by ew.
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| Friday, April 7th, 2006
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11:14 am - My Best Friend's Wedding
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I bought the cutest bridesmaid's dress ever - and the most expensive clothing item I've ever bought in my life.
I love it. It's a Betsy Johnson and it's poofy and princess-y. I bought it for my best friend's wedding. She's getting married on April 22nd. All the bridesmaids were allowed to buy their own dresses. Lucky for me Mandy is having two weddings and my cousin is getting married in September - thus 3 wears are confirmed!
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| Monday, January 26th, 2004
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2:36 pm - yes.
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