Blogless.

There is so much going on the past few weeks, what with getting back to work and figuring out new schedules and personalities, I haven't felt much like writing about ANYTHING.  But for now, a few random thoughts about observations I've made over the past couple o' weeks:

1.  Students on campus walk REALLY, REEEEALLY slowly.  Not only do they have complete disregard for the other elements that make up traffic (cars, buses, taxis, other walkers), they don't seem to care in the LEAST that they are barely MOving across time-sensitive intersections, hence causing a backup of traffic that is campus-wide.  Once in awhile, I'll catch eyes with someone, and I KNOW they KNOW; I can see that look in their eyes:  I am a UWO student.  I OWN this, bitch. (sorry, hate that word, but THAT is the look I get.)   Yesterday I was driving down Sunset Drive- SLOWLY, since I fear the absent-mindedness of The Walkers, and two girls walked right off the sidewalk and right in front of my car.  They didn't even turn to look to see if any cars were coming.  When they finally noticed that I was an inch away from them, they gave me that "Bitch Look" I was telling you about!!

I have nothing else to say about that since I've just said it all.


2.  Fall clothing, how much do I love thee?  I love thee SO so much that it almost makes me not care about The Bitch-look Walkers.  Jackets, corduroy, glorious scarves, tights with boots (please, this needs to be worn with appropriate LONG shirts/sweaters... please!), lipstick (as opposed to gloss), fall hues... omg.  Don't even.  (And yes I said hues.)


3.  I love Fireroasted Kenyan Dark Roast.  I thought it was going to be the thing that had made me turn my back on Starbucks Sumatra.  Then a couple of days ago I ground up some Sumatra and no fears.  I do however feel fickle about coffee lately.  Almost everything I drink is my FAVE SPEAKING OF MY NEW FAVORITE COFFEE SHOP IN STRATFORD:    Balzac's!   How fun is this place!!??

http://www.balzacscoffee.com/

I met one of my very best friends there early on Sunday morning.  Talk about enjoyable.  On the way there, I was listening to CBC radio (another of life's joys), driving along the #7, heading to Balzac's for the first time.  Verdict?  DERICIOUS!   And?  $1 refills. Which is good, because I had 3 very large mugs of Balzac's Blend.  Left my violet lipstick stains on the cups to prove it.  I told you, I'm back on the lipstick.  Fall.  J'adore it.

4.  Shop around, my friends, because it's like this:  After Balzac's, I "had" to go and look around at fall clothes.  I intended on buying nothing but then I saw It.  The chunky, black, knitted, long "sweater vest" with pockets, and just the PERfect design.  $68.  Just couldn't do it (still haven't started waxing areas... if you'll recall my August blog entitled "Toenails").  So I left.  Went next door to the store that I had remembered as having sucked quite a lot, especially when you compare it to the first store I'd gone in.  Anyway, went in.  What did I find?  My black sweater/vest.  For $50.

Yeahp.  THAT came home with me.

The moral of this story is obvious:  SHOP AROUND AND STOP BEING IMPULSIVE.

Those who know me will laugh and shake their heads at the impulsive bit.  And to you I say:

$50 instead of $68 baby.  You CAN teach an old dog new tricks.  DID YOU JUST CALL ME OLD?

I OWN this.  (Bitch).

;)

They Call Me Slim Shady

Ok.  Well, maybe not the Slim part, but WHATEVS!  Today I got this SWEET pair of new sunglasses and I look so hot in them I can't even deal.  I would post more photos but I'm holding off for the REAL blog about my Glasses-shopping extravaganza with Ms. Janet Loo. For those of you who know her, you KNOW it's going to be good times reading about THAT.

Oh thass right.  

Are my lips pouty enough?

Peace out y'all.   

Devilry.

The Devil and me.




It's like this.  I've been away on vacation.  Came back.  Got sick.  Still sick.  But not sick enough to refrain from opening this bag of Redenbacher's Creamy Caramel Crack in a Bag.  This stuff is so loaded with caramel it makes the kernels stick together in clumps, MIXED IN, I might add, with a crapload of peanuts Orville obviously decided to throw in to make addicts of us all.

Consider yourselves warned.