These Words


“I Tried to focus my attention, But I feel so A-D-D, I need some help, some inspiration (But it’s not coming easily)”
-These Words, Natasha Bedingfield


Do you ever realize that you are horribly out of place in some public, social gathering place? Case in point: Me + Caribana weekend + hip Hop/R&B music + NBA post-game party= how the Hell did I end up here?

Out with the roommates (who do enjoy hip hop, mind you) at Original Motorcycle for some post-NBA bash. I wouldn’t know an NBA player if he hit me in the face with a basketball. I just assumed that all the really tall dudes must play a sport I don’t care enough to understand.


“It's who I am, it's what I do, And I was gonna lay it down for you”


Obviously oblivious to the hip hop scene (what the Hell is crunk? More importantly, why would you want to dance to that?), I stuck out a bit. For example, I’m white. I recognized only the lame songs that they play on mainstream radio- ie. Destiny’s Child, Ciara, Eminem, et al. Still, an amusing time out with the roommates and friend because they are fabulous ladies, although I doubt we’ll ever see eye to eye when it comes to music. The highlight of the evening was a visit to Subway where a table of “gentlemen” (read: punk-ass drunks) tried to pick us up. That’s right. Subway is the new place to meet men. Drunk, ugly men.


Thanks hip hop club and NBA dudes, but I think I’ll stick to my Zaphod’s-esque (best club in Ottawa!) alternative rock scene.


OVERRATED: NBA parties. Let them all wear uniforms so I can tell who they are. Better yet, I should just stay home. Party on, Wayne.
UNDERRATED: Pants. That’s right hip hoppers and clubbers. Pants will do wonders for you. None of that barely-there skank belts… I mean, skirts.



I think I’m just getting old. And more cynical. Who’d have thought it even possible?


“I’m getting off my stage, The curtains pull away, No hyperbole to hide behind”

The struggle for things not to say

"It's okay, the struggle for things not to say, I never listened to you anyway,
And I got my own hands to pray"

- If You Wear that Velvet Dress, U2

Okay, no one really ever needs a blog. Mmmm maybe my friend Eve. That's it. I don't live a fascinating enough life to post my daily activities for complete strangers and friends to read. Instead, I will stand up on my soapbox and rant about things and/or provide quality information about the useless things I do and think. And I'm lazy, so it should be interesting to see if I actually get around to writing things (maybe when I'm at "work").

"Sunlight, sunlight fills my room, It's sharp and it's clear, But nothing at all like the moon"

Due to a lack of sleep, paired with the aforementioned laziness I feel today, I'm not my usual creative and witty self, and I can't even think of anything to make sarcastic comments about (I know it's hard to believe that I have nothing to say about pop culture).

"Tonight the moon is a mirrorball, Light flickers from across the hall, Who'll catch the star when it falls..."

In keeping with today's theme of "If You wear that Velvet Dress," I present a list of things that are under/overrated.

Underrated: "If You Wear the Velvet Dress." If you don't like the CD version, lilsten to a live version of it. Unbelievable.

Overrated: The Black Eyed Peas. Just in general. I saw them in concert, pre- Fergie, and they're nothing special. They write annoyingly mass-marketed crap, albeit sometimes catchy crap.

Okay, so not very creative this time. Don't blame me, blame the lack of sleep and my work-intensive job.