tgif.

I tgit'd too hard so no rock and roll for me.

thoughts.

psycho youth.

I came across this photo and could not help but relate to it. No not because she is a fit blonde, haha, but the caption read psycho youth. this is exactly how I feel right now. trapped in my apartment, which is constantly a mess no matter how much it's cleaned. I am constantly in my underwear because it's too bloody hot for the pathetic air conditioner to work. Anyway, I know my roommates are feeling the same and for anyone else - you are not alone. we are at this extremely awkward transition in our life right now. finished university, but apparently unqualified for any decent job. some of us are moving out or crawling back home and there never seems to be enough money. just know psycho youth (yes we are still youth!) you are not alone. enjoy this time-- like the mother in almost famous says "take this time and do what you want with it". it's all happening.

tgif.

stay with good people, or shitty people, just laugh lots.

unfaithfully yours.

If you’re reading this, then it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this so, I’ll just say it. I met someone... It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. It wasn’t in the make. It was the perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now, there’s this feeling in my gut... She might be the one... She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there... It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment; the moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should trust a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good. Like home... like Christmas. And you make excellent coffee. That’s gotta count for something, right? Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,

Hank Moody
hank to karen - californiacation

and so?

scare your kids straight.

In this disgraceful campaign for a martial arts school in Florida, Key Biscayne's Academy Of Martial Arts, they use 'gay panic' to 'scare' parents of young boys into karate lessons. reinforcing there masculinity and keeping them from being 'gay'.

The ad agency to thank for this 'public service' is Zubi. when you go to Zubi's site the first animation is a giant eraser hoping around a city with a banner over head saying 'erase stereotyping'.

Umm... what?!

Just when you think media and advertising are moving forward, heinous campaigns like this turn up.

source: huffington post

dear men: thank you.

these are my favourite excerpts from the beautiful and ever talented katie boland's open letter to men, the rest can be found on her blog new slang.
Dear Men,
Ultimately, thanks for the experiences we’ve shared, good bad. The love and loss, tangled together, are the most defining moments my life. Thanks for defining all the other ladies, too, and thanks for letting us define you.
Thanks for being so fucking funny and smart. Thanks for telling me about cool music I didn’t know about before. Thanks for walking me to a cab or the streetcar late at night. Thanks for making the house feel safer when you’re in it. Thanks for loving my Mom, my sister, my friends - even if things didn’t work out. Thanks for the challenges. Thank you to gay dudes...well, to gay people in general. Your contributions to society make life more worth living for me, for my children, for my children’s children.
To the dudes who are having a hard time with us right now - I don’t know why we like the assholes. We should like you. Take solace in knowing that you are someone’s asshole, that someone who you can’t love could’ve loved you, if only you’d been willing. We all play foolish games and we’re all reckless with each other’s hearts. For better or for worse, know nothing is permanent.
To men in general, thanks for letting me think about you so much. Thanks for collared shirts. Thanks for how boss you look in a suit. Thanks for your blue jeans and Converse shoes. Thanks for the way you look at us. Thanks for nice things you say about our bodies, and thanks for how those nice things make us feel. Thanks for hollering at me on the street. The psychology of that is a little fucked up, but from here on out, I’m assuming that you are doing it with the most human intentions, that you just want to tell me the world is a little better with me in it. Thanks. The world is better when people are kind enough to remind me.
To the brave men that ask us out on dates, thank you. I can’t even imagine how terrifying that must be. It shouldn’t be all on you but it is. I’m really sorry. Thank you for the leap of faith. Trust me when I say that you’re doing good.
Thanks for living in a fucked up time in society for men. It was probably a lot easier when there were rules for being a man, when everyone’s parent’s didn’t split up, when cowboys were little boy’s sole role-models. I’m sorry. But I think we’re moving in the right direction, that everyday we’re a little closer to understanding each other.
Thanks for marrying us. Thanks for fathering our children. Thanks for staying the night even when it doesn't work out. Thanks to those men I don’t know yet because I’m really looking forward to the time we'll spend together.
Men, you don’t know how lovely you are because we don’t tell you enough.

this can't be good.

lake shore is now being casted. a toronto version of mtv's hit jersey shore. the audition tapes in this article from blogto look awful. I would hate to think toronto will get a reputation like what mtv's jersey shore has done for jersey. the cast has not been decided so there is still hope a network will not pick this up. there is SO MUCH cooler scenes toronto has to offer.

the king and UFOs.

the king was obsessed with UFOs! a new book details elvis presley's life long connection and interest of alien life. see it's not weird! elvis believed! and he was the KING of rock and roll.

the n word.

These two articles outline the debate of the N word and it's uses in the media and in rap music. I find this debate fascinating and though I whole hearted do not agree with the use of the N word in ANY context- I myself am guilty of using slandering words that are offencive to women like slut, and much worse. Yet I find it empowering that I can use them. I would love to hear other's thoughts...

tgif.

tgif y'all! hopefully like me, you are getting out of the city and cottage bound. this is a photo of how I plan to wake up tomorrow morning. happy weekending!

play the game, the game gets played.

public transportation as a life tool.

Public transportation is literally the strongest force in my life to succeed. Forget career studies classes and inspirational books. Take the subway in rush hour for a consecutive amount of days and tell me you don't want to be filthy rich. Any thing! Any thing! I will do to not have to do this everyday I think to myself. The subway is completely divided: those who are to creepy or have too foul of a hygiene problem to be with the general public above ground in sunlight, and the rest... chumps! I know it's a greener choice than driving but screw that, I will bicycle in sub zero weather to avoid the subway at rush hour. happy commuting.

look at the stars, look how they shine for you.

go outside! according to the huffington post there will be fifty to hundred shooting stars every hour tonight! that is a lot of wishes. enjoy!

fading of the cries.

finally! something to be excited about. hopefully this movie is as good as it looks. fading of the cries by director Brian Metcalf looks to combine fantasy and horror into a magnificent thriller. Looks like a mixture of the labyrinth, saw and harry potter. (Her name is even sarah!)
warning it's a little scary!

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you could see that pierre did truly love the madamoiselle.

dickens on love.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
It was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
I, trembling in spirit and worshipping the very hem of her dress; she, quite composed and most decidedly not worshipping the hem of mine.

Jealous of one Estella's admirers Pip complains: "He has been hovering about you all night" and Estella responds: "Moths and all sorts of ugly creatures hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?" 

Dickens

school supplies.

it's august, which means next month is september. I love september, hot days and cool nights. fall fashion starting, digging out my favorite flannels and wools. this may be premature but this isn't a post about fall, do not fret. it got me thinking about another thing I look forward to that I can't do this year...
buy school supplies! for the first year since grade school I can't pace the aisles of office depot and pick out highlighters and pens and post its. can't write the date for the first time in fresh notebooks. such a feeling of fresh it created- a new school year. I wonder what this september will bring?

august thoughts.

have you told your parents you're straight?

dear men.

Dear Men,

We love your body. If we’re in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you’re insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you’re not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it’s you. Speaking of your body, you don’t understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven’t smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It’s intoxicating. It’s heady. Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her. Remember what we like.
We want you to order Scotch. It’s the most impressive drink order. It’s classic. It’s sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It’s not watered down with fruit juice. It’s Scotch. And you ordered it Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, “Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?” It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it. No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those. No man should be on Facebook. It’s an invasion of everyone’s privacy. I really cannot stand it. Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying “panties”? It’s sexy. It’s girlie. It’s naughty. Say it more. About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn’t insult us. It doesn’t faze us, really. It’s just — well, it’s a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn’t it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we’re attracted to. There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It’s an underused word. It’s a very special word. “You are radiant.” Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.

an open letter to men by Christina Hendricks from Mad Men. I love this and can’t agree more. thank you gala

it's all happening.

I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriosuly, ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends. 

oh wow, lovely.

Skins. I am the last person on earth to get on to this show. I just finished season one, in one day. It's absolutely brilliant. I love Cassie, she is like this magical little ano fairy.