Daily Update: When You Were Young, Milo Greene and 40 Days of Dating

I promised myself that I would blog as often as possible but I have to admit I'm a pretty lazy person also trying to clean the house for four aunts visiting tonight and planning 2 years abroad to study political science and international relations. So maybe I should cut myself some slack, right? Naww, as my old ex-Israeli director gym teacher would say, "120% OF YOUR ABILITYYYYY!!!".

Currently listening to this because I've had it stuck in my head all morning:

I also happen to have a major headache but that could be from sleeping at 6 AM every day for the past week and missing breakfast for that same period of time. But I can't think about that. I must get the house cleaner than clean. IKEA-ready, if you know what I mean. And quickly too, because I have a pot-luck on the Toronto Islands today and I'm not going to pass on the opportunity for stir-fry vegetables and cakecakecake.

In recent days, here are the most notable things I've dealt with:

I found this band thanks to a show I'm currently trying to catch up on, Supernatural. Love the show but some of the fan-fic I tell you...my nun aunt would cry herself to sleep. Also, people getting the guys' demon protection tattoo... that's a little extra for me. But the music on that show I find can be very good. Sooo, on the latest episode I was able to watch, I found Milo Greene.

They call their music "cinematic-pop" and I couldn't agree more. Other songs worth checking include 1957 and Silent Way. And in case you're interested, they even have a film that goes with the self-entitled début album called Moddison: if I'm not mistaken, their album is pretty much a story broken down into several music videos. 

Also, there's this little dating experiment that I found thanks to Jezebel. It sounds pretty intense, but kind of nice actually. 

To see Jessica and Timothy's full daily questionnaire, head to the 40 Days of Dating website.

Alright folks, it's been real, but it's time to head to the real world and get some shit done. PEACE. xxoo 

Unicorn Milkshake: Prom Edition

Hey y'all!! First edition of the Unicorn Milkshake series!! And this one is about the less fun experience of my high school career: my second date rejection, just weeks before the biggest day of my very short and uninteresting 18 years of living in this dump we are apparently lucky to call Earth. So yeah, it stings to be rejected by a guy you genuinely want to drag around in a sparkling disco ball of a room and feed posh purée and filet mignon. That is if your school budget can accommodate such fine dining. In any case, I wanted my own piece of meat to pretend-dance with, and pretend-laugh with. Is that so wrong, may I ask? I just went with my friend D in the end, which was actually kind of fun because she was the prettiest of them all at that ball, lace and open-back and everything. But I still wrote an angry letter to this guy who said no. And even though he did really end up in the hospital when he came back form university because his jaw was fucked and he couldn't eat or talk for a while and it was the sensible thing to say no to not let me hang at the last minute, can a girl go on a crazy anger rant once in a while. So here goes.

Hi. Me again. You never answered so i guess this would be a follow-up email. So sorry for boring you or/and putting you on the spot. First off, Happy Birthday! (the first time I said it, it was in parenthesis so maybe you didn't realize it was genuine-maybe it defeats the purpose that this too is in parenthesis?!?). 
Now the elephant in the room apparently: prom. Yes I realize that the message had a nonchalant tone and shitty grammar. Sorry. What possessed me to ask you such a thing, you ask? Well, for starters, I quite like you. As a person. It seemed like the most important requirement. That's kind of it. (please don't read more into this that must be read. This isn't a marriage proposal, it's a prom. calm the fuck down.) It's a yes or no question. Both answers are valid. Any answer at this point would be welcomed. You are not being coerced into anything, for crying out loud you're several inches taller than me! You're also several miles away, with an ocean separating us...and I can't swim. So by all means, I can't force you to do shit. I would however appreciate the decency of an answer or some kind of acknowledgement. Even if it is a no. So I can plan accordingly-please read: so I can find someone else. So yeah, the ball is in your court buddy. (So have some balls).
Feel free to contact me with any questions, comments or concerns you may have.
No I don't harass everyone, just the ones who deserve it.

Sincerely,

Unicorn Milkshake 

Unicorn Milkshake: Introduction

Unicorn Milkshake is one of my many alter egos. This one ego is particularly handy when wanting to send a message to someone but I know I would never have the balls. And since life is ridiculous, I found this alter ego needed a similarly ridiculous. Here's to a life of avoiding all confrontation.

(If you're wondering, yes sadly, someone has already used this hilarious name as a tumblr.)

You Are...

You are my comfort food
My midnight snack
During re-runs of reality TV

You are the morning after a hang-over
The puke on the back seat
After a supposed "sleep-over"

You are the sun on my skin
The air in my lungs when I
Run in the forest to forget

You are a bad wifi connection
A blocked artery that will eventually
Led to my (death)heart attack

You are the pages of my diary
The stories I plan to write
But that I see under my eyelids every night

You are the careless fireman
Who let the wild flames
Lick my being to ashes

You are the pouring rain
The booming thunder
The monster under my bed

You are the softness of my covers
The daily familiar commotion
The smell of smoke and coffee on my hands

I remember when I was young, and we still lived in Mississauga, I would watch the moon from my window.
I tried to wish upon a star once. In all honesty, I don't remember what I wished for or if I ever got it.
I also have this half dug up memory of climbing out of my window and sitting on the roof as the sun rose to chase the moon.
Those are but little snippets of what comes up when I rummage around in my head.

Masks

Mixed alcohol, mixed emotions
Hidden behind nightmarish masks
Masquerading through the narrow streets
Of my mind.

Histoire de Vie: Rencontres sur Criagslist

Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'ai commencé...un soir, au lieu de faire mes devoirs, j'étais sur Internet, en train de chercher un moyen de me divertir, de me faire oublier...le but semble souvent d'oublier la vie, d'oublier les problèmes qui remplissent mes poumons d'un air lourd de remords, qui donnent un goût âcre aux couleurs...

Ce soir là, j'étais sur Craigslist, dans la partie des sections amoureuses. C'était hilarant, de lire les notices de gens désespérés, de gens perdus, de gens comme moi. J'ai écrit ma propre annonce de recherche d'un chum ou juste d'un ami...ni trop syrupeux, ni trop bref, mais  surtout très honnête. Je crois que c'est ça qui a attiré toutes ces réponses, c'était le ton honnête de mon annonce. Ils reconnaissaient que j'avais un côté drôle, mais aussi un côté perdu, une partie de moi qui ne sait plus quoi faire avec mes pensées noires et folles...

En 4 heures j'ai reçue plus de 70 messages, et en une semaine, plus de 400. Ça m'a fait tout bizarre, de savoir que je n'avais de valeur que si je ne montrais pas mon visage. Je m'étais décrite exactement en personnalité, je n'avais rien changé, et je ne sais pourquoi mais des gens, des hommes bon sang, ont su voir quelque chose en moi. Mais avec mon visage de tous les jours, j'arrive à peine à allumer une alumette, aller voir un garçon, et encore moins ceux qui m'intéressent.

Les réponses que j'ai reçue variaient: ça allait de l'ennuyeux au commun, du fou furieux à l'obscène. Un véritable arc-en-ciel de messages, de poèmes, de demandes de rencontre dans un Starbucks... Je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher de ressentir une sorte de pouvoir contre ces pauvres malheureux qui tentaient tant bien que mal d'obtenir une réponse, des mots doux, une consolation du fait que d'avoir répondu à mon message n'était pas complètement fou. Moi, je tirais satisfaction de me savoir pas nécessairement laide, mais pas particulièrement belle...mais au moins pour quelques instants, je me sentais avec le volant dans les mains, je pouvais continuer ou tuer une relation comme bon me semblait, de manière cruelle et arbitraire.

Au fur et à mesure, j'arrêtais de répondre à toutes les réponses; je faisais du triage. Puis, je ne répondais qu'à mes préférés, ceux qui semblaient relativement stables quoi. Et puis, finalement je n'ai gardé contact qu'avec un seul, un dénommé Daniel. 22 ans. Intéressant. Aime la literature et le cinéma. Il me demanda si on pouvais se rencontrer.

Je n'ai pas dit oui. Je n'ai pas dit non, non plus. J'ai tout simplement...éliminer la fausse adresse email que j'avais créé pour l'occasion. La blague avait duré trop longtemps et plus personne ne riait. Je ne riais plus. Je ne voulais plus être l'objet du fantasme éphémère de quelques hommes répandus dans ma ville. Ma vie n'est pas un film, et je n'allais ni épouser ce Daniel, encore moins le rencontrer. Peut-être que j'avais peur de la possibilité que quelque chose de vrai pouvais exister entre 2 écrans d'ordinateurs et quelques messages qui avaient plus l'allure de lettres. Mais pourquoi prendre de chances? Pourquoi attendre que ce pauvre Daniel me rencontre en face et voit mon véritable visage? 

Ce soir, j'ai déconnecté ce compte email, et je ne pourrais plus revivre ces supposés "conquêtes".

Je ne sais pas encore si je vais le regretter chèrement.