I think everyone should watch the following two clips. They're recordings from Chasing Daylight, an up-and-coming band comprised of a fe...
Alright, I admit...
Time to admit stuff I've never really wanted to admit. I hear it can be quite liberating. I actually love the saying Live Love Laugh....
Zipadedoodaaaaa, zipadeeday
You know, getting up early to take a shower, put on your best pair of perfect butt sweatpants and a cute tank, straightening your hair only ...
Is the beer half full or empty to you?
It often seems like I have the best of times when nothing turns out as planned and everything seems to be going wrong. Two nights ago, I spe...
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I think everyone should watch the following two clips. They're recordings from Chasing Daylight, an up-and-coming band comprised of a few of my friends. The two songs are acoustic covers of Kings of Leon and The Animals.
Members include Dustin Montpelier, Valerie Boivin, Justin Trottier And Gabriel Bertrand. They're super talented and fresh and I think everyone should know about them! I believe they're working on covers right now because they're just getting started but hopefully we'll get to see some original work soon! Also, Valerie and Justin are playing for the Sudbury Telethon Saturday, December 3rd at 9:40pm. Stay tuned!
Time to admit stuff I've never really wanted to admit. I hear it can be quite liberating.
- I actually love the saying Live Love Laugh. Its overuse does not disconfirm its powerful meaning. Really, truly, wholeheartedly living, loving, and laughing, are three things people should be doing way more often.
- Sometimes, when I hear someone singing, I start to cry, because I can't sing and I would give up all of my talents for a decent voice.
- I've never actually watched the entire Rocky Horror Picture Show from beginning to end. I don't really have the time to, but I feel like it's the sort of movie I should have watched. So I constantly quote the first 30 minutes of the movie because it's all I've ever seen.
- I get a little rush of elitism when I understand a passage from a book or a poem that no one else gets.
- When I say it doesn't bother me that I don't have anything in common with normal girls because I would rather hang out with guys all the time, I'm lying. I love my guy friends to death. But I honestly want nothing more than to fit in with girls.
- I can't tell the difference between good wine and box wine.
- I am a recovering strategic manipulator.
- My favourite Led Zeppelin song is Stairway. But when people ask me, I tell them it's either Ramble On, Going to California, or Black Dog, because saying Stairway makes me seem like it's the only song I know. It's just so iconic. I do that with a number of other bands but I really need to stop.
- I've been such a fake in the past that I now struggle to genuinely be myself. Part of my struggle is admitting things that go counter to the person I've been trying to present myself as for, like, ever.
- I actually think I'm good-looking. And I don't think there should be any shame in saying that. I don't think I'm Aphrodite or anything. I'm just content with my looks and I think it's a bad habit to deny it. Also, girls who know they're pretty and constantly complain about how ugly they are diminish the credibility of those who truly can't stand to look at themselves. As a result, everyone just ends up looking like attention-craving narcissists fishing for compliments. Not cool.
You know, getting up early to take a shower, put on your best pair of perfect butt sweatpants and a cute tank, straightening your hair only to "throw" it in the nicest messy bun the world has ever seen, doesn't count as not caring. It doesn't qualify as not having gotten ready. It's not an example of a lazy or an ugly day.
You want to know what counts as an ugly day? What I look like right now. I got two hours of sleep last night. I fell asleep in the same jeans I'm wearing and they're falling off because I was too exhausted to put on a belt. I didn't put my hair in a ponytail, I kept it in yesterday's ponytail because it's too knotted to let it down. I had exactly five minutes this morning to choose between brushing my teeth and taking off my flaked makeup and I chose dental hygiene. I'm wearing a baggy sweater that I absolutely detest over a tank top that doesn't even remotely match anything else on me. I also started a cold, my eyes are red, and my nose is peeling. My mascara's everywhere, my face looks gross, my hair looks like a cross between a caveman and Cruella Deville.
You think you're having an ugly day? Take your tight little sweatpants and shov'em.
It often seems like I have the best of times when nothing turns out as planned and everything seems to be going wrong. Two nights ago, I spent a lot time getting ready and excited to go clubbing with girlfriends I hadn't seen in forever. I was stoked because I hadn't gone out in so long and I was really looking forward to a good night with the girls. A friend of ours dropped us off at the bar at around 11:30. The lineup was humongous, but we figured we wouldn't be out there much longer than forty minutes. We were very wrong. An hour an a half later, we were still outside in line, wearing nothing but mini-dresses. I was truly colder than I had ever been. It was now nearly 1. One hour left 'til last call, and the club was at full-capacity. The lineup hadn't budged in almost fifteen minutes. Finally deciding to call it quits, we chose to go defrost and drown our sorrows at the nearest establishment. We didn't care where we were going, as long as it was inside. Don't think it's possible to sprint in a dress and heels? Think again.
When we got to Peddler's, a small irish pub, we were happy to feel our extremities once again, but we were miserable. What a waste of a night, we all thought. There was a little over fifty minutes left 'til closing, our pre-drink buzz was long gone, we were still shivering, and we weren't at the club! The first thing I did when I got inside was make up for lost time. I ordered a shot of tequila, a whiskey sour, and a Coors Light. 5 minutes later, I started complaining. And complaining. I had the right to do so though, didn't I? I mean, considering everything we had gone through throughout the night? It wasn't until the last half hour that I realized I had been choosing to be miserable and angry, and in doing so hadn't paid notice to the great live band covering everything from Journey, to Big & Rich, to Britney Spears. Instead of staying in my seat and sulking even more, I joined my friends, who were pretty well the only people in the entire pub dancing. I chose then not to let even some of the shittiest two hours ever ruin my last half hour at the bar. And so we warmed up, pubclubbed, had a great time, and did what everyone knows you should do when things go wrong but hardly anyone ever does:
we quit our useless bitching, and imposed a great time upon ourselves. As those tired, over-used, yet horribly under-applied sayings go, we found the silver lining and made the best of our situation.
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