That last link didn’t work, so I deleted the post. Sorry! Here is a new post and instead of me being a douche, I’m going to post my favourite song of the season. 

Enjoy!

Get into the spirit

Reading over my last post, I realized that I was just a tad bit melodramatic. Sorry!!!!

Sometimes I have low days and I think that perhaps I should refrain from blogging on low days. 

Today has been a great day so far. It’s my birthday and even though this is my first time actually working on my birthday, it’s been fun. 

When I woke up in the morning Gorica (Marko’s mom) gave me a big hug and drove me into work (because I was running a bit late). Then when I got to work, Dawn had decorated my cubicle for me. She went all out. It looks like a party supply catalogue threw up all over my workspace .

Please note the beachy background on my computer. That’s to help with the S.A.D. I’ve been feeling, haha. It actually does kinda help. The windows are all behind me, so I can’t see how crummy the weather is outside. 

Teresa had flowers sent to me today… 

And apparently I work at a megazine. Not a magazine, but a megazine. 

Haha while I love Dawn dearly for decorating the cubicle, it’s just a little awkward because people keep stopping by and talking. Some of them, I don’t even know. lol

Tonight it’s off to Tortilla Flats for dinner with some friends. While some have backed out due to illness or transportation reasons, others have joined in, so it should be a good group and hopefully good times.

Birthdays are my thing.

I love them. I try to make a big deal of them and I believe that they should always, always, always be celebrated.

I’m not just talking about my own birthday, I’m talking about everyone’s. If I’m invited to someone’s party, I always try to make it. Even if I don’t know them that well, I will go and usually buy them a drink or a shot, because it’s their day and that’s what you should do in celebration of their life.

In high school my friends and I would celebrate each other’s birthdays for a whole week. A complete itinerary of events for seven whole days, culminating in the ultimate birthday weekend. For one friend, that resulted in the renting of a limo, another got a camping trip, a few surprise parties were planned too.

In the end, it was always a big celebration. When I went away to college and subsequently university, the tradition continued. This time, it would be one to two nights spent celebrating with friends from home, and then additional nights where I celebrate with friends from different cities and of course, another night with friends from whichever city I was currently residing in.

This year, the same year that I hit a milestone birthday, it seems as if nothing will be happening save for a dinner on my actual birthday that I planned myself and it feels like I’m pulling teeth to get people to commit to coming to. What the shit? Apparently I missed the memo about my birthday being cancelled or something.

I guess this is all just part of growing up, realizing exactly what matters. The celebration of your existence? Not so much. Those friends who do care enough to share it with you? Very much.

Perhaps I’m being a Debbie downer for no reason, maybe someone is planning a big surprise for me and I’ll look like an ass this time next week.
That’s doubtful though! I’ll keep you updated.

Yesterday I was sick, sick, sick. 

So sick, in fact, that I had to call in sick at the magazine. Boooo. I honestly hate calling in sick. Usually I’m all gung-ho and will go into work regardless of what ails me. If it’s a cold or something, I’ll power on through. But if it’s a flu or other ailment that involves frequent trips to the washroom, I prefer to suffer through that in the (dis)comfort of my own home. 

Today I felt much better and ventured on into work. Perhaps the worst part about calling in sick is having to interact with people the next day. It seems as if everyone asks how you’re feeling and retelling the sickness story over and over gets a little played out. Also, hearing time and time again that you look a little rundown doesn’t do wonders for the self esteem. I thought I looked okay today, but apparently not. 

One thing that did make feel better is all the free swag I scored today. 

Behold my swag: 

It included two pairs of socks that are made from bamboo cotton, coupons for free glade plug in air fresheners and oil burner thingies, laundry detergent, teeth whiteners and coupons for La Senza. I’m excited!!!
There was also travel sized tooth paste available, but I don’t like the travel sized variety. I always have some and never remember to bring it.

In other news, I got to hang out with Matt tonight. So much fun, I miss that kid when we’re all busy with work and such.

Tonight I had planned on going home after work, doing dishes and then driving back to Niagara. 

Now, my plans have been changed just a little bit. 

I received this on my desk this morning: 

An invite to the More 40-plus Model Search Fashion Show which is happening tonight. There are five finalists who will be modeling and the winner of the model search will be announced live on the runway. 

I’m excited, it should be fun - more fun than doing dishes! Almost the whole office is going and Dawn’s going too. 

Marko, Dawn’s boyfriend, designed the invite. Fancy, non?

Because the lovely Kristen asked me to…. 

Here is a game. 

Ok so here’s how the game works:
*Link to the person that tagged you 
*Post the rules on your blog
*Share six interesting things/habits/quirks about yourself - anything that comes to mind.
*Tag six people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs … people you would like to know things about.
*Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Here are my 6 random things:

1. There are freckles in my eyes. 

2. I sing while driving by myself, loudly. 

3. I’ve only ever introduced one guy to my family as my boyfriend and I’m pretty sure I only did it so they wouldn’t think I was gay, not because I actually liked him that much. 

4. I have a severe dislike/fear of carnies. This results in me shaking my fist every day on the bus ride to and from work when the automated TTC lady tells me that the next stop is Carney Rd. Much similar to the way that I used to shake my fist at all signs for Cambridge because I used to severely dislike that city. I’m over it.

5. When there is a lull in a conversation or I simply don’t know what to say, I will fill the void with something completely random. Mexico used to be my constant fall back. Now words like bananapants, or questions like “don’t you hate pants?” do the trick. 

6. I am a pop culture reference junkie. I will randomly quote movies, tv shows, songs, that most people have never seen/heard. If by some chance, you manage to recognize what I’m quoting - I’ll love you forever (or at least the duration of that conversation). 

Tagged:

Age
Kat
Margi
Christa
Matty
Lindsay 

… that I got my first package at work. 

And because this was a momentous occasion and because I don’t have a lot to do today, I decided to share it with all of you. 

It started with the arrival of the package: 

The arrival of a package in itself is not a big deal. I’ve been opening packages all last week and yesterday. They contain shoes and purses and dresses and so on. Yesterday, I kid you not, I opened a box that contained a wooden box in it. Inside of that wooden box was chocolate, from Australia. It made me laugh.

Anyway, so it was not the arrival of the package that was exciting. It was the name on the package. 

In case you can’t tell, that’s MY name! All of the other packages were addressed to the editor and assistant editor, but this little baby was all mine! Don’t you want to know what’s inside? TIGHTS!!! 

Well, that’s enough excitement for one day! Back to work. 

So let’s be honest here, who really likes shitty weather? I’ll tell you who doesn’t like it, me. 

I’ve been feeling down in the dumps for the last couple of days and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. At first, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. But at the moment, there is nothing wrong… I have great friends, an internship at a magazine in Toronto, a gig at a newspaper, and no school. 

Apart from lacking in the money department, what else could I ask for? Okay.. okay.. perhaps a guy, but with him would come all of that icky guy-related drama I don’t really want to have to deal with at the moment. So for the time being, things are great. 

Except for the fact that I still feel blah. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have seasonal affective disorder. Well, I came to that conclusion last February when I got home from Florida. Quick recap: two of my friends and I travel to Florida for spring break, upon returning to the booming metropolis of Brantford, I feel super crummy and hide away in my room like a bear in hibernation for 3 days.

Now, I know what some of you are thinking… “If I had to return to Brantford, I’d hide in my room too!” While that may have had something to do with it, at that point I had become acclimatized to my dreary surroundings and it was clearly the change in weather that had bothered me so. 

And now that rainy, miserable November weather is upon us, I feel it slowly creeping in again, it’s like a dark cloud is growing over my head and soon it will be all around me. 

In better news, I have discovered a hidden benefit to having my ‘pod’ (read: cubicle) on the same floor as the board room: Leftover food from meetings. Today there was a breakfast meeting so we got the wonderful fresh fruit, bagels and croissants that were left over. 

Which leads me to a hidden benefit to working at a fashion magazine: most of the staff doesn’t eat so when free food happens it’s like a fat kid’s dream smorgasbord. 

Also: Sorry I’ve been kind of absent lately. I actually have some stuff I want to post about, so expect this to be more frequently updated.

Articles posted so far:

Preventing Youth Gangs

Safety on the Net

Pilgrimage

Strutt Wearable Art Show

United Way

Decew`s Anniversary

So, word on the street is that I’m really young. 

This past weekend, I ran into a friend of my brother’s at a bar.. he proceeded to hit on me and then say that I was too young and it was awkward because of my brother. 

Then the next night, while reporting at an event some guy that I was interviewing asked me if this is what I want to do when I grow up. Wtf? I was like, I am grown up and this is what I’m doing. He then said, “no, no, no… I mean like as a career, when  you’re an adult?” Ummm.. yeah.

And to top it all off, today at the magazine one of the web editors asked me which high school I was from.

In less than a month I’ll be 25 years old. Why does everyone think I’m 12?

[this post has been edited... I guess I felt like writing like a 12 year old today]