This is My Now...

...and I am breathing in the moment - Yes, I'm actually singing Jordin Spark's single "This is My Now". It's been stuck in my head all day and I like it! I just admitted this to my friend Lorraine. She didn't cast any stones though I felt the inner snicker with her trademark"eh". I know!! Gah, the song is so coming-of-age. God, what's wrong with me? Next, I'll be confessing that I like watching Joey, Pacey, and the rest of the Capeside crew. Oops!

To listen to this rather catchy song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vscyeW6Uq3E

A hopefully Wednesday evening

Good news has been sparingly offered to this lad recently; however, the past few days have taken a spin on the upside leaving me tonight with a hopefully smile. After spending several hours in the hospital this week, I was told that my foot is on its way to healing. Apparently there has been some nerve damage and unusual cuts along the nerves in other limbs but with time I should be back in fighting form. I was also told that I am fit to return to my days in retail. I decided to call up Club Monaco on Monday afternoon only to hear the voice of a perky new salesgirl. The assistant manager wasn’t in and so I was left with the harsh reality that I had been replaced. Or so I thought. I got in touch with the assistant manager who informs me that I still have my job despite major cutbacks in store employment. A new store manager has been hired and she wants meet me. So for now, I’m safe but for how long I’m not too sure. I was so excited that I had to make contact with another life form. I actually signed onto MSN messenger for the first time in who knows how long. Within less than twenty minutes I realized why I’m never on that thing anymore and that some of my friends are incredibly selfish. Okay, fine... I know both of these things before. But the feelings were reinforced during those twenty minutes. Luckily, my mood was not offset. I took a raincheck for dinner with my friend Damion as I was drained. I had a lovely Wednesday evening tuning in for CNTM, So You Think You Can Dance?, my new favourite show Traveler, and the nightly news with Lloyd Robertson. I really need to get some new books tomorrow… Well, staying on the bright side, at least I don't say "at all" like a`tall instead of at-all. My neurosurgerical nurse did it and, all thought I think she's a sweetheart, for fuck's sake don't say the words as if they're two totally different words with different meanings. I love accents. I think they bring flavour to the English language but saying a`tall is an attempt to be prim but it comes out sounding snobby and oh so WRONG. Hmm, like I was saying... I had a lovely evening!

Perez Hilton

American blogger Perez Hilton has become a household name in the world of celebrity gossip. Why? At the peak of Britney’s nosedive, Perezhilton.com served over 4.75 million unique visitors in a 24 hour period. Still, I’m not quite sure. See, I’ve never felt the need to check out his website. Not because I have no interest in celebrities but because I don't dig Perez's style. Today, I did check it out, however, for the purposes of limiting presumptions. My thoughts were confirmed. Perez Hilton is a wet blanket. He, like Paris Hilton, has attained fame by doing nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps this is why they are now friends and Perez’s supposedly unapologetic entries have favoured Paris by refusing to present any stories of the inmate in a negative light. Before you think I’m going to start dogging Paris, think again. I’d take the insanity of the fake-and-bake princess over the excessively dull celebrity wannabe any day, any night. That’s right! I think Perez simply wants to be a celeb. Oh, well…everyone deserves 5 minutes of fame I suppose – even if they are lame-gay-outing-overweight-perverted [I saw what he did to that male model on the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency during the Aussie Bum auditions]- Paris- Hilton- wannabes- with- blue- Kool- Aid- dyed- hair. Smile!

p.s. no apologies, bitch!

www.perezhilton.com

First Weekend in June

Friday
+ In complete contrast to these past few weeks, my weekend seemed like it was going to be totally busy.
– I had tons of schoolwork.
+ I managed to finish most of the work before Friday evening.

+ My dearest Diana had her 21^st birthday party.
– She had it at a bar and so I couldn't go.
+ Instead, my Ma took me shopping and then we went out for dinner.

Saturday
+ My new bed was delivered early the next morning.
– The bed is a lot higher than I expected because they used a different box spring in the showroom at the store.
+ I love my new bed.

+ My long-time family friend Lorraine was turning 21 and had her birthday party at her home.
– I felt really old and because there were so many people there, I didn't get to spend much time with Lorraine.
+ It was my first time out at social gathering in a while since my foot has been giving me problems.

Sunday
+ I managed to get another appointment for a knee MRI this time.
– The appointment was at a hospital a half-hour away from my house and it was at 4 a.m.
+ I got a call saying they don't think there's a tumor in my knee.

+ I went to Guelph.
– I spent almost the entire time completing an ecological observation on Canada geese in a soccer field by the university's arboretum.
+ I got to spend the afternoon with Lyndsay, one of my favourite people at Guelph.

Where Ro seems to go, there will be a blow

Blow up that is, and this war of words did not fall short to the legacy. As we all know from having this story shoved in our faces, Rosie O'Donnell was upset that Elisabeth Hasselbeck did not defend her when being accused of calling U.S. troops "terrorists". EH kindly shrieked out, "You are an adult, and I'm not going to be the person for you to explain your thoughts. ... Defend your own insinuations."

I know this story has been everywhere and you might be sick of hearing about it. But I have a couple of things to say so just bear with me.

1. Why didn't they roll to commercials? After reading through Ro's blog, she did not leave "The View" because she couldn't stand three more weeks of pro-Republican bullshit but because she felt the producers of the show set her up for this confrontation. After co-host Joy Behar repeatedly tried to cool the situation down, a split screen appeared as if the two women were boxers facing off before a big match. Ridiculous! I'm asking the same question as Joy did at the end of the Hot Topics segment: "Who is directing the show?"

2. Why is Ro considered eccentric/controversial? I still don't understand this… I keep coming across those words as if being an intelligent liberal thinker is an odd thing. I can't even understand how someone could not see that Ro is a good-hearted person who's standing up for what's right. I wonder if more people would respect this woman if she weren't a fat dyke. Ro is right, damnit!!

3. Why was this all such a big deal? U.S. troops are terrorists. I'm sure they don't realize this for the most part. But they are. Now, please shut the fuck up and hear me out at least before you get all Republican on my ass and start leaving me curse-filled comments about how I should burn in hell for having brown-skin and therefore being a member of Al Qaeda. What is a terrorist? A terrorist is, according to dictionary.com, "a person, usually a member of a group, who uses or advocates terrorism." What is terrorism? Terrorism is "the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, especially for political purposes." U.S. troops are terrorists.

In any case, "The View" will suffer in ratings after this incident. I've tried to tune in once or twice but the conversation has seemed to have fallen into dumbass banter. With Meredith Viera, Star Jones, and now Rosie gone, all the show is left with is the not-so-comical comedy of Joy Behar, the unforgettable… [I'm sorry, what's her name again? Elisabeth Hussyback?]…the unforgettable blonde bitch with backward opinions and an annoying voice [Okay, EH is pretty damn forgettable. I mean, she started off on "Survivor"… that says a lot.], and [speaking of annoying voices…] the legendary Baba Wawa. [Sorry, miss, I know you're 78-years-old but your idiosyncratic speech with its rounded "R" is as fucking irritating as a bad case of herpes or Donald Trump.]

J'Adore Dior

I'm not sure why but I think I want to hug Hedi Slimane. Despite receiving negative reviews for his spring collection, Hedi seems to have pulled up his socks and got his ass on track. I think I want every single item in Dior Homme's fall collection.

Here are some of my favourite outfits:

This question just — okay, not just — came to mind: Why are these models so fugly? I know, being very tall and skinny is most important for runway but there must be better looking people who are very tall and skinny. This is all very confusing to me. I mean, these models — with an exception of a select few [the ones displaying the outfits above who actually look like models] — are borderline hideousities. It's upsetting, really. And I'm not being horribly superficial either. Some are getting paid very well for a job that they do not deserve.

At least Hedi knows how to work it out!

For a look at the entire collection: http://men.style.com/fashion/collections/F2007MEN/complete/thumb/CDMEN

All of these photographs were taken by Marcio Madeira.

Oh God, I've become one of them...

Not much has been up since I've moved back from Paris. With a series of unfortunate events occurring to my body, I have turned to the tube over the bottle. Television has not been a part of my life for about five years to the surprise of my friends simply due to the insane amount of drama that filled my everyday happenings. However, now that I'm nearly drama-free and almost immobile, I love TV. Heroes, the Ellen Degeneres Show, One-Tree Hill, Video on Trial, Grey's Anatomy, Tyra Show, Traveler, Desperate Housewives, as well as reruns of Fame and Beverly Hills 90210, and who could forget Oprah. All in all, the list goes on and on but to top off this already horrible newly formed addiction is my fascination for the reality television show. Tonight was an important night for two of the biggest reality shows with the Cycle 8 finale of America's Next Top Model and the semi-finals of American Idol.

This season I was extremely impressed by Renee but hoped Natasha would take home the title of Top Model. Sure, one's a bit "old" in the face and the other is a little bit of a weirdo, respectively. Nevertheless, Renee has taken gorgeous photos week after week and Natasha has this drive in her that's made her go from just another wannabe to a serious contender. I would have been satisfied seeing the blonde bombshell take it home but I, particularly, wanted Natasha to win because she seems like a genuine sweetheart – unlike, Jaslene who is a bitch. I admit, Jaslene does photograph fierce but for some reason her massive chin and horse-like teeth always distract me. Oops, was that mean? I guess she's not the only bitch in town. Regardless, that bitch won. That's right, "[she] may not be the girl next door but [she is] the girl from the hood" and, with clavicles that could be mistaken for daggers, Miss. Cha Cha is now America's next top model.

Oh, but don't worry! My television viewing experience only got worse when nine p.m. rolled around and I switched the channel to Idol. I think my jaw actually dropped when I heard Seacrest announce that Melinda Doolittle would not be competing in the finals next Tuesday. Being compared to a young Tina Turner, Melinda was perhaps the most decent voice Idol has seen since Fantasia. Jordin does seem like a great girl and I get it. I heard the constant echoing, "But she's only 17 years old!" Perhaps, that's an indication that she should hold off for a few years before trying to set up a record deal. So she can, you know, work on staying in key for an entire song. At first, I was thankful that Blake offers something new and refreshing from the typical high-note belting I associate American Idol with; however, there's only so many times I can listen to this dude insert beatboxing for the sake of it rather than to improve the song. Where the hell is Sanjaya Malkar when you need him? No, that was a joke [and by the way, I think the Sanjaya jokes have been over done. Please stop, you'll only end up seeming like a racist homophobic piece of shit if you continue, k?] Blah, blah, BLEGH…WTF is going on tonight, AHH I'm so mad…SO MAD!! Stop. But then I think to myself, "Oh God, I've become one of them…"