a poor attempt at people who look like people, part v

last night, i went out with a bunch of friends from high school. we went to the madison, where we coincidentally ran into 3 other people from mitchell. small world.

one of my childhood friends had a haircut that made him strongly resemble nelson, from the simpsons. i'm SO upset i didn't bring my camera! he would have been a perfect candidate for people who look like people. the most upsetting thing is that everytime i see this friend, he never looks the same. i guess this means that you'll just have to take my word for it. "HA HA!"

grumble grumble

my pet peeve about grey's is when the writer's blog turns into an acceptance speech that could be heard at an awards ceremony.

i guess my gripe is technically not about grey's, the show. but it still bugs me. why bother writing anything at all if you're just going to blather on about the people you work with? i am not that obsessed about this tv show to care. and that's saying something.

re: some kind of miracle

i knew it! she lives! yay.

i wish dylan - so hot - would have played a bigger role in meredith's fight. i guess it makes more sense that denny do it since everyone loves denny (except me, he was only so-so to me) and he had more contact with meredith. and dylan's kind of an ass. kyle chandler seems to play gruff, cranky characters, which is part of his charm. *makes googly eyes at dylan*

the whole afterlife set-up was a bit much. it was good, and made logical sense (rather than having meredith die and come back with no real reason why. of course we knew the writers wouldn't do that to us), but it was like the superfluous suspense from the previous episode. it dragged on a little too long, you know?

so sad at the end when addison realized that derek never loved her like he loves meredith. and addison is SO sleeping with alex in a future episode. but i really hope she doesn't. i hope her and mcsteamy work out - at least her broken marriage wouldn't be for nothing.

cristina's development was interesting. and her trip to the dollar store was hilarious! it is amazing what you can buy for a dollar. for those who care, i think dollarama is the best dollar store of them all. i'm glad cristina was there for meredith at the end, although i did find her man voice "TRY. AGAIN." was inappropriately funny.

i really liked the closure with mer's mother. now meredith can move on. richard can move on. we can all move on!

abominable miko, the good samaritan

this morning, i was supposed to accompany a student at the kiwanis festival at yonge and st. clair. i decided to take the ttc in to avoid rush hour and parking dilemmas.

i had to be there at 9am, so i woke up at 6:45am. i don't usually have to be up at a certain time; if i sleep in, it's just a nice start to my day and doesn't result in chaotic panic since i don't usually start work until noon. so i was paranoid i was going to sleep in or miss the alarm. i woke up every hour starting at 1:30am. at least i didn't sleep in or miss the alarm.

i got ready and was out the door by 7:30am. i didn't have to be at yonge and st. clair until 9am, so i had given my plenty of time, which i tend to do.

i got to the subway station and found a plethora of parking spaces since it was still pretty early. i got my credit card to pay for a ticket for the lot i was in. the machine wouldn't take it and kept telling me the transaction was finished when there was clearly no transacting happening. there was a woman also wanting to get a ticket, so she offered to use her credit card. the machine promptly ate her credit card. she started to panic (she actually stamped her foot, it was cute since she was probably 45 years old) and saying things like "oh shoot!" and "darn! WHAT am i going to do?" - when i type it now, it doesn't seem like she was very upset but she was visibly agitated. she explained to me that she had an important appointment at the hospital downtown, hence her angst. i told her to call her credit card company and cancel the card, and that i would go to another machine to buy both of us parking passes. she didn't even really hear me because she was still panicking. after 3 credit cards at the other machine (and praying that the machine wouldn't abduct my cards), i finally got the tickets needed. i brought the panicking lady her parking pass and she thanked me profusely, wanting my phone number so she could arrange to pay me back. i told her not to worry about it. it's nice to receive random acts of kindness from strangers.

did i mention it was snowing huge fluffy snowflakes? the whole process took at least 20 minutes, so by the time it was done, my jacket and head both were covered with a thick layer of snow. my hair was actually soaking wet as i got on the subway and people were staring at me. i was trying discreetly to comb through my hair with my fingers while pulling out chunks of ice and snow.

i ended up making it with 5 minutes to spare (did i MENTION that i gave myself 1 hour and 30 minutes to get somewhere that should only take 30 minutes?!) only to find out that the student i was accompanying was not there yet. she ended up being almost an hour late and barely made it in time to compete.

the moral of the story? no matter what the credit counsellors say, it's a good idea to have 3 credit cards. oh, and it's normal and recommended to give yourself triple the time that you think you need to get somewhere.

ugly comrie

i hate mike comrie. not only did he request to be traded from the the best hockey team ever, but he scored the winning shoot-out goal in the oiler vs. sens game tonight.

he was my favourite oiler. he was hot. now, he stinks. and ugly...kinda...okay, not really. but he's ugly on the inside, which is what really matters.

R.I.P. big brown

the keyless entry to my car doesn't work anymore. it's sad how much i have come to rely on the buttons to lock and unlock my car. i actually have to put the key in the keyhole and turn it to restrict and gain access to my car! sometimes i forget to lock it because i just press the button and walk away.

i remember the days that i drove a brown pick-up truck to school. big brown didn't have keyless entry and i did just fine back then. oh, how times have changed...

a hair-raising sunday

my cat, scout had a fecal malfunction today.

she went poo in her litterbox but had a piece that was stuck in her, erm, butt. first i tried just picking it off, thinking it needed some encouragement. it wouldn't come out and scout was wailing in agony while i was doing this. so i decided to leave it and maybe it would come off on its own. then scout kept licking her bottom to try to dislodge the poo, which was both digusting and ineffective. her bum was starting to get swollen and gross(er) looking, so we decided to see a vet.

we had some issues with our previous cat, so we're well aware of the ridiculous costs of going to the emergency clinic. i was able to find a regular vet that was open on sunday, and very close to us. yay!

the appointment wasn't for an hour and a half, so i had to distract her from licking herself. everytime, she swung her leg above her head to lick, i would throw her favourite toy, a fleece ball with pieces of crinkly plastic woven in and she would chase it. this amazingly worked for the entire hour and a half wait. cats are so funny, how they are enthralled by the simplest things, and for mass amounts of time.

the vet saw her and said that it could be a string that she ate, and it was good that we didn't pull it out because it could have damaged her intestines. they clipped off the piece of poo and gave her an enema so she can safely pass whatever it is she ingested. we were in the waiting area, and heard these horrid sounds coming from one of the rooms...it sounded like a dog had been possessed by the devil. the sound was coming from our little angel - she clearly didn't enjoy having fluid injected up her butt, strangely enough. the vet came out to say she will be fine and that they are just struggling with getting her back into her carrier so we could take her home. he went back into the room, and as he opened the door, we saw three employees gingerly poking her with a swiffer to try to guide her into her carrier. we were told later that not only was she hissing, but she was also lunging at them, trying to attack, which they had never seen before. that's my girl!

she's home now, and doing fine. oh, and the incriminating thing that she ate? my hair. apparently she ate a bunch of it and it all balled up in her intestines.

oops?

they should be called the edmonton soilers...or spoilers...foilers...

the oilers came to toronto last night. although we couldn't get tickets, it was still exciting to know that they were here. i had to go to a bachelorette party so couldn't watch the game on tv. later on in the evening, the festivities finished off at the brant house and they were re-playing the game on tv. i asked someone who won the game...he said toronto, and i expressed my disappointment. he asked me if i was an oiler fan, to which i said yes. he said that the two tables next to his were reserved for the oilers (!!!!) and that they may be coming later in the evening. i even validated his story by asking one of the servers since my source was a bit of a shady character. his story was confirmed, and apparently the oilers are staying in the city until tuesday. it turns out they didn't end up coming. for the second time in the evening, the oilers let me down.

then we find out today that they traded marc-andre bergeron for a nobody player, who promises to be a "long-term upgrade" (read: throwing in the towel on the season because they're not going to make the playoffs). i liked bergeron - a spry, firey player who delivers fantastic checks and has an incredible shot from the point. he will be missed.

the oilers deliver disappointment. again.

re: drowning on dry land

what a sad episode. i cried like a school girl, thanks for the warning for many tissues, hayley! it makes up for the fact that you spoiled the ending for me...juuust kidddding!

back to grey's.

i found the beginning to be too disjunct - too many short scenes of too many things going on. especially since we knew that meredith was sinking lower and lower...yes, it was building suspense, but it was like gratuitous suspense, the kind that ryan seacrest creates on american idol. *wrinkles nose*

so meredith is dead, she sees dylan and denny. my prediction: they will tell her to fight, and she will come back and everything will be pink and squishy again. wait, that's only on the gynie squad. well, you get the idea.

i'm so glad dylan came back. i think kyle chandler is so hot in a yokel texan kind of way. i remember reading shonda's response to people criticizing grey's for killing off dylan and not addressing it later - like it never happened. she said if there's one thing that we should learn, it's that they don't leave loose ends, and that every plot line is carefully calculated. after denny died, izzie asked meredith what it was like, when dylan died. i figured that was their way of tying up the loose end that is dylan, but of course not...of course he is going to be the one to keep meredith alive, like he did in the bomb episode.

in season two, after addison returns, meredith asked derek what she was to him - a fling? he said she was a breath of fresh air. he was drowning, and she saved him. of course he wasn't really drowning, but this time meredith was. and he is trying to save her. **i just have to add that i wrote this last night but didn't post until today...shonda talks about this moment from season two in the writer's blog, which i didn't read until today, which makes me feel all cool, and almost like an english major**

lastly. when i was younger, the absence of having a middle name encouraged me to make up my own. such examples were "love-a-lot," "angela" and "yoko ono". my newest middle name? "tupperware"!

look out world, there are two of me!

i received information tonight that we have a spy amongst our ranks. i won't go into details - i can't, otherwise i would have to kill you - but this is not good news.

all joking aside, i wanted to see if perhaps i was the reason for the leak because of this here blog. so i googled myself. no, my blog didn't come up, but i did find out there is a person that has my exact name that exists in this world. not that i'm overly self-righteous or anything, but my name isn't terribly common, first or last. this person lives in chile and is apparently a vampire. i'm not so sure how i feel about my namesake.

i suppose this is giving me reason to change my last name to my married name, which would be even more rare...

going back to the infiltration; sometimes i hate people.

mysterious enough for you?