Sunday, June 10, 2007

Week 2 in Burnaby

Melons, anyone?

So. I was supposed to have my sungki tooth extracted/and or root canalled, finally, last wednesday. Four shots into the local anaesthesia and the specialist grabbed my tooth with her pliers and I screamed and tried to kick her. She pulled back with a wry grin and said, "That tooth's not coming out today." So. She put me on 10 days of amoxicillin and extra strength Tylenol and another appointment with her 10 days hence to get an iv dripped-anaesthesia to put me to sleep and by the time I wake up, my tooth will be gone.

That was 3 days ago. I am pleased to report my swelling and the pain have gone, and am rethinking whether or not I want the tooth out. Hmmm.

Rob, my baby brother, has decided he wants to be: a. a bartender b. a filmmaker and c. a Host. Blink blink. A host. Not like the Host in Mass. More like a Maitre'd. or something. Wahahha. This i gotta see. I remember a time when Hostess was a (an?) euphemism for whore. So if my baby brother wants to sell his body to the highest bidder, I only have one thing to say. He's not worth it. *evil laugh*
As we filed into the movie theater in Oakridge yesterday, I passed by this poster (which i was horribly tempted to steal before I realized that I had nowhere to put it). Stardust, people. Watch it. Even if it's Claire Danes and I can't stand her.

Which brings us to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I love Orlando Bloom. Yes I do. He makes me tingly. Especially his topless or wet-shirt scenes. Haha. Don't worry, Tobie. You make me tingly too. Mwah. I guess i hated the opening sequence of the movie, where you have a bunch of pirates chained together line-dancing in a chorus line. And i know most of you have seen it, but I don't want to put spoilers. So. I didn't like the ending. And Keira- excuse me, Elizabeth Swann, kissed four guys in this movie! Although near the end it almost turned pornic. For a Disney Movie! Eek. Much has been said about the length of this movie. But this I have to say: SIZE doesn't matter. It's all in the technique.

So here I am all cheeky. I went to a couple of interviews this week for a marketing job, and I don't know what will happen. (Although my feet are all bloody from those stupid office shoes.)

I will admit that corporate attire and makeup is a huge challenge for me. So I will be going to seminars for power dressing, etc.

I am missing tobie pretty badly though. Email me, people. Hugs.

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