Hey blog dogs!
lol, I saw some kid blog that on a T.V. show and I thought I'd try it out...
Oh Canadian television, why must you be so cheesy??
Seriously. Degrassi? Life with Derek? Naturally Sadie? 6Teen?????
I mean come on.
But there is one T.V. show that I'm watching that IS a Canadian show, that I am loving. SO much.
It's this show called Being Erica. This show is like... the story of my LIFE being told on T.V.
I originally discovered it because iTunes had a free download for the pilot. I watched it, and I immediately was hooked. Like, more than Corner Gas, which is FANTASTIC.
Brent Butt ftw. I live for the Dog River Table Hockey Summit Series.
But I was watching and this girl, Erica, may as well be named Mickie. She's I think, 20-something, possibly early 30's. She grew up in suburban Toronto. Jewish father grew up in Montreal. Makes horrible decisions. Starts VLOGGING. Brown hair, tall-ish, has some really close guy friends. And oh yeah, lives off of sarcasm.
The show is about her basically going back through her life and fixing all her mistakes thanks to a shrink that she's stuck with.
The show made me really happy to watch either way. Like not even the plotline. But when you can RECOGNIZE where the character is in the city and know where things are not even in the frame, I got excited. I don't even know the street names. Just the places.
There's this part in the beginning of the pilot before she gets rejected for a date where she's in this square in the middle of Toronto which I know REALLY well. I don't remember what it's called, but I'm always there when I go downtown since it's around part of the theatre district. It's this place they call little NYC because it has this flatscreen tower and everything. When it's dark and lit up, it looks a bit like Times Square. But I'm watching this and I see the Hardrock and I'm like "TKTS IS RIGHT BEHIND HER!!" "THE CANON THEATRE IS DOWN THE STREET!!!". I was seriously, just about laughing out loud.
Either way, I strongly suggest you check out this show.
Here's the link to the vlog of the main character:
http://ca.youtube.com/user/BeingErica
and just look it up on iTunes "Being Erica" and get the pilot free.
It's pretty much amazing.
Anyhow, sorry for basically advertising this show! :/
I'll blog soon.
Bye <3
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Should I cut my hair short?
OK. So today I sort of tucked my hair back to see what it would look like short since I'm getting a haircut soon. Soo tell me what you think! Should I cut it that short?
BEFORE
BEFORE
What I believe the after will look like:
Sorry the pictures are so dark... but you get the general picture? (no pun intended)
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! :D
Something that gets on my nerves. For realzies.
Okay. I wanted to vlog about this first, but I guess I can adapt this into a vlog later.
Basically, I have weird pet peeves. I hate not being able to find things, messy couch cushions, crooked pictures, teeny insignifigant mistakes... but I think I do have one legit pet peeve.
To start, let me tell you that 90% of my friends are older than me. I don't know why really. I always find I connect with people older more for some reason. Most likely because the majority of people my age or younger where I live are dumbasses, but whatever.
So because of this, all of my closest friends are older than me. It's not really that weird. I don't really feel much of an age gap normally.
Usually though, I'm the person they come to for a shoulder to cry on, ask advice and invite out etc etc.
I don't know why, but I seem to be the resident little sister/psychologist. This is fine with me.
But what seems to annoy me is when they get pissy, or try and find something to jab at, they pick at my age. I HATE THIS.
Do not point out the age difference after I have been sitting with you for three hours on the phone listening to you whine about how you want to break up with your boyfriend.
Or after me retaliating to a witty remark with some age related joke non-related to either of our ages.
Or after I help you get the recognition you deserve for your work.
Or talk you out of a bad situation.
Or teach you what you need to know in a class not even at my schooling level. (I'm talking uni here, people. No joke.)
Or any other situation for that matter.
I do not care about our gap.
I honestly think that age shouldn't matter if two people are on the same level of understanding. (By this I mean friendship-wise)
Why does a number have to define you? And why label me with it because of who you were when you were my age?
Seriously, if you do that, shut the eff up.
End of incoherent rant. Woo!
Basically, I have weird pet peeves. I hate not being able to find things, messy couch cushions, crooked pictures, teeny insignifigant mistakes... but I think I do have one legit pet peeve.
To start, let me tell you that 90% of my friends are older than me. I don't know why really. I always find I connect with people older more for some reason. Most likely because the majority of people my age or younger where I live are dumbasses, but whatever.
So because of this, all of my closest friends are older than me. It's not really that weird. I don't really feel much of an age gap normally.
Usually though, I'm the person they come to for a shoulder to cry on, ask advice and invite out etc etc.
I don't know why, but I seem to be the resident little sister/psychologist. This is fine with me.
But what seems to annoy me is when they get pissy, or try and find something to jab at, they pick at my age. I HATE THIS.
Do not point out the age difference after I have been sitting with you for three hours on the phone listening to you whine about how you want to break up with your boyfriend.
Or after me retaliating to a witty remark with some age related joke non-related to either of our ages.
Or after I help you get the recognition you deserve for your work.
Or talk you out of a bad situation.
Or teach you what you need to know in a class not even at my schooling level. (I'm talking uni here, people. No joke.)
Or any other situation for that matter.
I do not care about our gap.
I honestly think that age shouldn't matter if two people are on the same level of understanding. (By this I mean friendship-wise)
Why does a number have to define you? And why label me with it because of who you were when you were my age?
Seriously, if you do that, shut the eff up.
End of incoherent rant. Woo!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Don't exactly know where THIS is gonna go...
Eech.
So yes, I'm about to start my homework and I just felt like blogging a bit.
Not quite sure what to blog about.
I want a soda.... Do we have soda? No clue. (RANDOM)
Okay, I know what to talk about kinda. So basically I got a copyright warning from YouTube yesterday because my video had copyright music in it. I had to mute the video, blah blah blah. Which sucks, but is understandable. And either way, even though I think sound works when it's in a blog or whatever, here's the vimeo version (better quality).
(TURN YOUR VOLUME DOWN!!!)
Anyhow, since I don't know what else to blog about, I guess I'll let the "high school drama/guys don't make any sense" part of my brain run rampant.
Basically (and I swear I won't write about this as often as I already do), my friends and I were all planning on going skating on Saturday (Yes Alex, ICE. *shock*). So basically, seeing as my ex wants to get back together and I didn't want awkward times to be located at my house, I invited him to come skating. He said he couldn't come cause he has boarding lessons, I say ok, and that we'd figure something else out. Then, Saturday night comes round and I am BURIED in work, so I decide to take a raincheck.
Low and behold, ex tries to surprise me.
I am not present.
Let the guilt ensue.
So basically all my friends were just saying he had a good time but just was kinda upset and thinks I don't like him. And to be quite honest? I feel pressured into liking him. I have my friend Cait (not YTboggan Cait), trying to play matchmaker, none of my friends shutting up about him MEANWHILE, I never see him.
It's really weird. I think I believe my friends more when they tell me what I feel than when I feel it myself. (There's a Degrassi-worthy quote...)
I honestly hate not having control in what I do. And I feel I don't in this one for fear of hurting anyone.
Drama's a bitch.
Anyhow, time for some Can. Hist! Gotta write notes on Pierre Elliot Trudeau! (Badass PM :P)
Bye!
So yes, I'm about to start my homework and I just felt like blogging a bit.
Not quite sure what to blog about.
I want a soda.... Do we have soda? No clue. (RANDOM)
Okay, I know what to talk about kinda. So basically I got a copyright warning from YouTube yesterday because my video had copyright music in it. I had to mute the video, blah blah blah. Which sucks, but is understandable. And either way, even though I think sound works when it's in a blog or whatever, here's the vimeo version (better quality).
(TURN YOUR VOLUME DOWN!!!)
Anyhow, since I don't know what else to blog about, I guess I'll let the "high school drama/guys don't make any sense" part of my brain run rampant.
Basically (and I swear I won't write about this as often as I already do), my friends and I were all planning on going skating on Saturday (Yes Alex, ICE. *shock*). So basically, seeing as my ex wants to get back together and I didn't want awkward times to be located at my house, I invited him to come skating. He said he couldn't come cause he has boarding lessons, I say ok, and that we'd figure something else out. Then, Saturday night comes round and I am BURIED in work, so I decide to take a raincheck.
Low and behold, ex tries to surprise me.
I am not present.
Let the guilt ensue.
So basically all my friends were just saying he had a good time but just was kinda upset and thinks I don't like him. And to be quite honest? I feel pressured into liking him. I have my friend Cait (not YTboggan Cait), trying to play matchmaker, none of my friends shutting up about him MEANWHILE, I never see him.
It's really weird. I think I believe my friends more when they tell me what I feel than when I feel it myself. (There's a Degrassi-worthy quote...)
I honestly hate not having control in what I do. And I feel I don't in this one for fear of hurting anyone.
Drama's a bitch.
Anyhow, time for some Can. Hist! Gotta write notes on Pierre Elliot Trudeau! (Badass PM :P)
Bye!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Ever felt like the walls were closing in?
That's what I'm pretty much feeling right now. I feel like I'm censoring myself in a place that I meant to be the place that I do the opposite.
I think this might be the last place I can vent anything, which sucks because I would rather use Twitter for this. Fast, easy, and gets it all out in 140 characters or less.
Basically I started YouTube out of boredom, but I basically found it as an escape. One of my first videos I made that I'm pretty sure MIGHT be somewhere in the ruins that was left after the computer crash, was me venting about how much I hate the people in my neighbourhood. I knew it was highly likely anybody from my neighbourhood would find it, and it felt good to let it out. Then soon enough, some douchebag from my neighbourhood who I grew up with (Smosh whore), found my YouTube, so I deleted it. I still made videos though, just not relating to anybody he'd care about.
Then soon enough, I left my YouTube open one night and my brother found it and told my parents. They now monitor my YouTube, so anything I may really want to do that would vent anything about where I live, is pretty much screwed. Comepletely.
So I got Twitter. Whenever something pissed my off, I tweeted it. Let my YT friends know. The people I know who could relate. Then my mom found my Twitter and read ALL my tweets, finding the ones where I call her a bitch. I now no longer can use Twitter as an escape. The only thing I can really write when I'm mad or upset, are metaphors that I can only HOPE people will understand.
I seriously cannot wait to move out of this place. I feel like I have no privacy, no freedom of speech, no ANYTHING. Anything I ever say about my parents, is treason.
I live in a democratic country in a house under a dictatorship. Like I live in Korea or something.
I can't concentrate on work, because I know that if I do ANYTHING somewhere that isn't work will be found and potentially used against me in an argument. I can't sleep because my parents don't even trust me enough to leave my computer in my room at night. I hate holidays because I know I'll have to be home more. Whenever I'm home, my mom only thinks that time is for work and work alone. She thinks that Skype is useless, because I only talk to YT friends, who she calls fake and are oly online friends. I can't talk, or I know whatever I may say may be listened to. I can't type, because I know it'll be read. I can't write because I know it'll be easily found and used against me.
I can't wait to leave. I need a paper plane so I can fly far far away from this paper town.
I think this might be the last place I can vent anything, which sucks because I would rather use Twitter for this. Fast, easy, and gets it all out in 140 characters or less.
Basically I started YouTube out of boredom, but I basically found it as an escape. One of my first videos I made that I'm pretty sure MIGHT be somewhere in the ruins that was left after the computer crash, was me venting about how much I hate the people in my neighbourhood. I knew it was highly likely anybody from my neighbourhood would find it, and it felt good to let it out. Then soon enough, some douchebag from my neighbourhood who I grew up with (Smosh whore), found my YouTube, so I deleted it. I still made videos though, just not relating to anybody he'd care about.
Then soon enough, I left my YouTube open one night and my brother found it and told my parents. They now monitor my YouTube, so anything I may really want to do that would vent anything about where I live, is pretty much screwed. Comepletely.
So I got Twitter. Whenever something pissed my off, I tweeted it. Let my YT friends know. The people I know who could relate. Then my mom found my Twitter and read ALL my tweets, finding the ones where I call her a bitch. I now no longer can use Twitter as an escape. The only thing I can really write when I'm mad or upset, are metaphors that I can only HOPE people will understand.
I seriously cannot wait to move out of this place. I feel like I have no privacy, no freedom of speech, no ANYTHING. Anything I ever say about my parents, is treason.
I live in a democratic country in a house under a dictatorship. Like I live in Korea or something.
I can't concentrate on work, because I know that if I do ANYTHING somewhere that isn't work will be found and potentially used against me in an argument. I can't sleep because my parents don't even trust me enough to leave my computer in my room at night. I hate holidays because I know I'll have to be home more. Whenever I'm home, my mom only thinks that time is for work and work alone. She thinks that Skype is useless, because I only talk to YT friends, who she calls fake and are oly online friends. I can't talk, or I know whatever I may say may be listened to. I can't type, because I know it'll be read. I can't write because I know it'll be easily found and used against me.
I can't wait to leave. I need a paper plane so I can fly far far away from this paper town.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Damnit, Alex!
Okay. So. Hopefully I will not get addicted to blogspot. Seriously my grade have suffered enough courtesy of YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, MTV.com and Gossip Girl. Honestly.
But today was a good day :)
Yes, school started up, but it wasn't horrible. I now have a way to get my assignments into order! *happy dance*
At lunch my friends and I basically went to the Starbucks plaza near my school, as usual. I swear I will waste every penny I own there. $3 for a coffee and $1-6 for a decent bagel/sub. I should start brown bagging it... or else I WILL go broke.
Then after school I walked my dog and met up with my friends at the Planet Organic (And stole my friend Max's chocolate nut bar thing :P).
We then walked to my friends house and ate, watched hockey (Canadian much?) and acted ridiculously girly, lol.
My ex wants to get back together, I think so we kinda went nuts. And my friend's ex called asking to get back together... when she has a boyfriend. Oh high school drama... when will you cease?
Anyhow, now I must research a war on a noun (terrorism) for a civ. debate. Mlargh.
G'day!... er night?
But today was a good day :)
Yes, school started up, but it wasn't horrible. I now have a way to get my assignments into order! *happy dance*
At lunch my friends and I basically went to the Starbucks plaza near my school, as usual. I swear I will waste every penny I own there. $3 for a coffee and $1-6 for a decent bagel/sub. I should start brown bagging it... or else I WILL go broke.
Then after school I walked my dog and met up with my friends at the Planet Organic (And stole my friend Max's chocolate nut bar thing :P).
We then walked to my friends house and ate, watched hockey (Canadian much?) and acted ridiculously girly, lol.
My ex wants to get back together, I think so we kinda went nuts. And my friend's ex called asking to get back together... when she has a boyfriend. Oh high school drama... when will you cease?
Anyhow, now I must research a war on a noun (terrorism) for a civ. debate. Mlargh.
G'day!... er night?
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Ain't it gorrrrrgeous??
Oh wow. There's a shitty title if I ever saw one. Eech.
So I did the Skype contact thing yesterday. And I realized I'm really bad at that stuff. Is it possible to ooze sarcasm in textual form? Because that's what I feel like I do every time I blog... yay wit!
Anyhow, the main purpose of this blog is to say that my blog now looks pretty. Yay!
I spent at LEAST an hour yesterday working on the banner to try and get the lines lined up (try saying that five times fast?) only to realize that you can post pictures with invisible backrounds. Which makes my life a WHOLE lot easier (but at that time got me very frustrated and annoyed at myself *facepalm*).
So you see that female bumble bee at the top left? Yes. THAT TOOK ME FOREVER.
And probably doesn't help my streotype very much when people see the nickname "Mickiebee". They think I'm obsessed with bees... wtf?
It was a nickname, people.
From acting class.
People who act are incessantly weird.
Like me.
That nickname was given by a girl who I gave the nickname "Laurabear". And she adapted my nickname from my friend who I called "Jadamonkey", who called me "Mickieboo".
Lesson learned? Acting people (especially musical theatre people) are very weird and are obsessed with naming people after insects and animals.
Don't ask me why, it seemed "cute" at the time...
Maybe I'll go more "in-depth" in another blog post.
I just need to write an essay now.
Toodles!
So I did the Skype contact thing yesterday. And I realized I'm really bad at that stuff. Is it possible to ooze sarcasm in textual form? Because that's what I feel like I do every time I blog... yay wit!
Anyhow, the main purpose of this blog is to say that my blog now looks pretty. Yay!
I spent at LEAST an hour yesterday working on the banner to try and get the lines lined up (try saying that five times fast?) only to realize that you can post pictures with invisible backrounds. Which makes my life a WHOLE lot easier (but at that time got me very frustrated and annoyed at myself *facepalm*).
So you see that female bumble bee at the top left? Yes. THAT TOOK ME FOREVER.
And probably doesn't help my streotype very much when people see the nickname "Mickiebee". They think I'm obsessed with bees... wtf?
It was a nickname, people.
From acting class.
People who act are incessantly weird.
Like me.
That nickname was given by a girl who I gave the nickname "Laurabear". And she adapted my nickname from my friend who I called "Jadamonkey", who called me "Mickieboo".
Lesson learned? Acting people (especially musical theatre people) are very weird and are obsessed with naming people after insects and animals.
Don't ask me why, it seemed "cute" at the time...
Maybe I'll go more "in-depth" in another blog post.
I just need to write an essay now.
Toodles!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Skype contact... thingamabob.
Ok, before I have doubts about this, let's begin!
1. You have hair. Lots of it. Halfro. That is all.
(Geez I'm bad at this already... eech)
2. I go to camp with you and you will probably never see this. But oh well! I'm stealing you from Pittsburgh.
3. You are really cool and I'm really happy to have met you. Start planning another gathering!!! :D
4. I don't really know you very well, but I really want to become better friends with you. We've skyped a bit and imimlikewithyou'd, and so far, I think you're pretty cool :)
5. I don't know you as well as I could, but what I do know, is that you are adorable. *squishes cheeks*
6. I've talked to you twice. I don't really know you. Sowwy :S
7. I was friends with you for like a week. Then you wouldn't answer me. Then you messaged me randomly last week. WTF, man? lol.
8. You kind of annoy me a bit but you still seem like a really nice person.
9. Get on camera more at gatherings. You are awesome. That is all :)
10. I don't even remember you.
11. You seem like a cool cat. Let's be friends?
12. Don't really remember you... but apparently we live in the same city?
13. Leah finds you amazing. So I think we should be better friends. Even though we've only talked like, once, lol.
14. I know you... kinda. But more from your videos than you.
15. I know you IRL and I haven't seen you IRL for almost a year. I miss your hair tips.
16. I'm sooooooooo happy I met you. You are really cool, really short and live really close. Chills, much?
17. I used to know you better. Now I don't really. Where have you been?
18. You are a fantastic girl. Your facebook comments never fail to make me smile. *cough* You Scalpwn *cough*
19. You are my mirror and I love you. Can't wait to meet you this summer!
20. So glad I met you. You are such a sweetie. <3
21. You used to annoy me a lot. But now I see you as what you are, a really cool person.
22. You make me laugh. Really really hard. I'm happy to say I was your first YouTube friend :)
23. You are the coolest nerd ever. (Oxymoron, much?)
24. Start vlogging. Immediatly, turtle man.
25. You kinda freak me out a bit. Please stop calling me "babe"?
26. You are the cutest. I wanna squish those cheeks :P (even though you are older than me.... eech)
27. I just became friends with you and I'm really happy I did. History nerds ftw!
28. You used to intimidate me, but not anymore. Probably because we never talk, or because I met so many other people. No offense :s
29. I don't know you very well. But you seem really cool. Don't know what else to write about you?
30. Don't remember you, sorry.
31. Raynish Danish. You will never see this, but I love you. Good luck with Lash!
32. VIVA buddies for life. So happy I met you <3 Chills, much?
33. We should become friends faster, lol. We made a deal, right?
34. You scare me. I don't want you to rape me, lol.
35. You make me laugh, even though we've only talked twice.
36. We talked once, but I don't think you know me. But I think you are really cool from what I know :)
37. We are already bffs. We decided and completed.
38. You seem to be a really cool person... who's bad at deadlines, lol.
Okay! DONE. Sorry for lack of descriptions... I may try to make them better later :P
1. You have hair. Lots of it. Halfro. That is all.
(Geez I'm bad at this already... eech)
2. I go to camp with you and you will probably never see this. But oh well! I'm stealing you from Pittsburgh.
3. You are really cool and I'm really happy to have met you. Start planning another gathering!!! :D
4. I don't really know you very well, but I really want to become better friends with you. We've skyped a bit and imimlikewithyou'd, and so far, I think you're pretty cool :)
5. I don't know you as well as I could, but what I do know, is that you are adorable. *squishes cheeks*
6. I've talked to you twice. I don't really know you. Sowwy :S
7. I was friends with you for like a week. Then you wouldn't answer me. Then you messaged me randomly last week. WTF, man? lol.
8. You kind of annoy me a bit but you still seem like a really nice person.
9. Get on camera more at gatherings. You are awesome. That is all :)
10. I don't even remember you.
11. You seem like a cool cat. Let's be friends?
12. Don't really remember you... but apparently we live in the same city?
13. Leah finds you amazing. So I think we should be better friends. Even though we've only talked like, once, lol.
14. I know you... kinda. But more from your videos than you.
15. I know you IRL and I haven't seen you IRL for almost a year. I miss your hair tips.
16. I'm sooooooooo happy I met you. You are really cool, really short and live really close. Chills, much?
17. I used to know you better. Now I don't really. Where have you been?
18. You are a fantastic girl. Your facebook comments never fail to make me smile. *cough* You Scalpwn *cough*
19. You are my mirror and I love you. Can't wait to meet you this summer!
20. So glad I met you. You are such a sweetie. <3
21. You used to annoy me a lot. But now I see you as what you are, a really cool person.
22. You make me laugh. Really really hard. I'm happy to say I was your first YouTube friend :)
23. You are the coolest nerd ever. (Oxymoron, much?)
24. Start vlogging. Immediatly, turtle man.
25. You kinda freak me out a bit. Please stop calling me "babe"?
26. You are the cutest. I wanna squish those cheeks :P (even though you are older than me.... eech)
27. I just became friends with you and I'm really happy I did. History nerds ftw!
28. You used to intimidate me, but not anymore. Probably because we never talk, or because I met so many other people. No offense :s
29. I don't know you very well. But you seem really cool. Don't know what else to write about you?
30. Don't remember you, sorry.
31. Raynish Danish. You will never see this, but I love you. Good luck with Lash!
32. VIVA buddies for life. So happy I met you <3 Chills, much?
33. We should become friends faster, lol. We made a deal, right?
34. You scare me. I don't want you to rape me, lol.
35. You make me laugh, even though we've only talked twice.
36. We talked once, but I don't think you know me. But I think you are really cool from what I know :)
37. We are already bffs. We decided and completed.
38. You seem to be a really cool person... who's bad at deadlines, lol.
Okay! DONE. Sorry for lack of descriptions... I may try to make them better later :P
I guess I should post this?
So. On YouTube there was a craze. This craze named the "51 Things"-craze. This lasted about a month.
Mickie attempted to make a video, but got lazy.
Mickie made the video one month later.
This is the final product.
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