My Amazingly Great, Fantabulous, Most Awesome Day!

In list format... my day went as follows:

1. I went shopping, twice. Once with my dad, once with my mom.
2. Got a pair of Christmas undies... yes, that's right, Christmas underwear!
3. Met a new friend.
4. Had the most amazing Pineapple Chicken Curry... EVER!
5. Saw Rent at The Movie Palace... that place rocks!
6. Shared thoughts with one of my best friends over a cup of tea @ timmies.
7. Had 2 really nice bus drivers. The Bayfront driver caught up to the Barton bus for me, and the Barton driver waited. HSR doesn't always suck.

I will end this most awesome day by crawling under the really comfy covers on my bed and sleeping as long as I want... I don't have to wake up early tomorrow, or go to work! Thus, I'm all set for another awesomely good day on Sunday.

Things that bugged me today...

Getting stuck between two people on the bus who reeked like ash trays... EWWWWWW! Not only did they smell horrible, but they practically sat on my lap, thus squishing me, and surrounding me even further with their stench.

Sitting on a Burlington bus, being annoyed by a stupid little kid kicking my seat... Thanks to his mother for sitting there and ignoring it, even after I asked her to stop him. May your kid get so hyped up on sugar that they NEVER sleep for a thousand years, and you get stuck staying up with them!

Working, and being told by stupid customers how to do my job.... um, hello.... who's working behind the counter?!? If you think you can do better, then be my guest. Lining up those little pieces of paper "perfectly" in a big laminating sheet isn't easy, is it dumbass?!?

The inconsiderate little twerp who decided she didn't want anyone sitting beside her on the bus, so she curled up and put her wet feet on the seat next to her. I hope the next time you're waiting for a bus, it passes you by because there's no room, because people are taking up more than one seat.

Thanks for coming out, and I'm stepping off the soapbox now.

Wow! 2 Concerts for the Price of 1!

Alrighty, tonight as some of you know, was the night I got to see Lenny Kravitz and Aerosmith @ the ACC. It was my first, yes, I said FIRST real concert. Every other show I've been to for other bands & artists have been very inexpensive and at relatively small and sometimes unknown venues.

That said, it took us over 2 hours to get there, 'cause there was an accident on the highway by the Ford Plant.... yes, I recounted my story about the Ford Plant to my aunt, and she thought it was pretty freaking hilarious. For those of you who don't know the 411 on the Ford Plant, when I was little, right up to the ripe old age of 16, I used to think that EVERYONE at the Ford Plant drove the SAME brand new car... I know it's dumb, and that I should've known they were new cars waiting to be shipped, but Noooooo.... that's not how my mind worked. Anyways, it's a cute story.

Back to the concert....

So, I really, really enjoyed Lenny Kravitz. I knew every single song played, and it just totally rocked. Aerosmith was less great for me, as the majority of the songs were ones I had never heard of... written well before my time, albeit entertaining. That said, the entire thing was great. What I didn't really expect was to pay $4 for a bottle of rootbeer, but my hands were tied seeing as I was thirsty beyond belief, and it was cheaper than a $9 cup of beer that I wouldn't have enjoyed anyways. The $ spent on the rootbeer made it all the more precious and yummy.

The entire night was a great treat.

A new month, a new start.... then again, maybe not!?!

So yesterday, being Hallowe'en and all, was pretty interesting. ALL the weirdos were out in full swing, and I was subjected to most of them. I'm standing at the bus stop (in partial costume btw), waiting so I can get to work. When I said I was in partial costume, I had my hair done in a "mini" Elvira style, the bat ears were ever so securely placed in my mountain of "big hair", and I had overly dramatic green eyeshadow and black eyeliner on. I didn't really look like too much of a freak, since I was wearing my usual clothing, and a coat. I was however, wearing a shorter skirt with a pair of black boots. This weirdo approaches the bus stop, and the first thing that pops into my head is, "for the love of god, don't let him wait here.... keep on walking...." I wasn't that lucky. He decides to strike up the most strange conversation with me, claiming that it's not Hallowe'en, the weather is signifying doomsday, and that he really needed some time to roll a joint. I do believe his need to inhale some smoke impeded upon his ability to figure out the weather is unpredictable because it's weather...why there were people in costumes, and houses completely decorated for Hallowe'en. The bus finally arrives, and I cart my wings, and other accessories to the back of the bus, to make room for other people.

Have I ever mentionned how much I hate the backwards facing seats on the wheelchair busses?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I get stuck facing this totally creepy, dirtier than a homeless person on the corner of King & James, guy. He proceeds to make small talk, asking me what I was dressing up as for Hallowe'en. I replied that I was being a vampire bat. (Oops, first mistake there.... never tell a weirdo you're dressing as a vampire anything!) He then claims that I'd make a beautiful vampire (something I do agree with, but EWWWWWWWWWW, coming from him.) The entire two blocks that he was on the bus, he tried getting my phone number, tried giving me his phone number, and completely creeped me out. He asked if I had a piece of paper and a pen, which THANK GOD, I didn't.... neither did he. What he didn't know is that I had a cell phone or my palm with me, both of which I could've put numbers in.... at this point, I'm just praying to every single entity out there.... "help?????" He asks the old guy sitting across the aisle for a piece of paper, and the guy looks at me, and says he doesn't have anything.... Halleujah, my prayers were answered!!! He misses his stop at Barton & Gage, and says, I frequent this cafe (somewhere on Wellington... I really wasn't listening)and invited me to meet him there on a Saturday, sometime. Riiiiiight.

At least my bus ride home was quiet. Two ladies at the front of the bus were dressed up as a faeirie and a princess... great costumes acutally, and they wished me a Happy Hallowe'en. That's all that happened, they weren't freaks, and no one sat beside me, probably because I had this look of, "talk to me, or look at me the wrong and I'll hurt you" on my face, the entire ride home. Being a Bitch pays off sometimes. I need to remember this more often.

The moral of the story is, if you want to find a guy in Hamilton, dress like a skank, do your hair and makeup like a drag queen, and say you like to dress up as a vampire... er bat, that is.