Boredom strikes again!

I totally destroyed this kids toy. I hope he or she doesn't come into the store looking for it sometime this week. I couldn't control myself... it basically asked for it- a naked mini-doll + tub of markers in front of me = TA-da, another masterpiece. By moi.

I swear to god there was this old guy who came in and bought his prostitute some shoes tonight. She was trutting her stuff all over the place- wearing no bra, 'sex' hair and commenting on everything; like Payless was The Gucci store. Yeah. Good one broad, you must be pretty cheap for a 29 dollar pair of shoes. I fucking love all the wacked people that visit the store.

STIX - DOMO ORIGATO MR ROBOTTO! I'm back into my BNL phase. It normally kicks in 12 times a year... Gordon has got to be the most amazing record, EVER. I heard today, from a non-hardcore fan, that they were coming out with a DVD 'sketch show' about some of their songs. That is CLEARLY amazing. OH, and can you believe (kat!) that on Sunday when the acutal Word on the Street Festival was happening, STEVEN PAGE decided to 'drop by' and sing some accoustic songs??? To raise awareness on some books, so cool! You don't know how bad I wish I didn't work that day. MAN! Steven Page @ Queen's Park- so hot! I will contest against anyone who disagrees that BNL isn't the most amazing CANADIAN band EVER. They're so out there in our community, making differences, supporting political parties and damn proud of being Canadian. On top of being incredibly talented muscians, they're REAL. I love that. And anyone who knows me real well is probably going.. 'I've heard how much you love them 11 times this year already!' hehe, stuff it!

My set @ Healey's last night went pretty okay. It was quite the older crowd and I got that 'aww, look at that cute 21 yr old on stage, talking about her mom...' look. And then when I whipped out the boom box, I got respect. I wish the stage would of had a stool, or an easier mic stand to figure out cause the postitioning of my musical instrument would of been so much better. BUT Kristeen Von Hagen remembered me (by name!) and we small talked, but still- that's awesome! Kat, thanks for coming out to see me/sorta, haha... you called me Chantale in front of her, she must of thought you were insane. :P

Well, I'm off to marker another baby.
CALL BACK!

Brain fart for title.

Happy Birthday to Phoebe. She turns one today- I know this may sound silly, but I think I might just go buy her an extra treat. This cat is spoiled like crazy! It's funny how our lives revolve around her- she brings out the best of us and relieves any kind of tension. Sometimes we'll just sit there and stare at her, talking about how 'pretty' she is. It's quite funny to hear us speak about her cat 'boyfriends' too... the ones who linger around our windows. I never thought that I could have this much love for a single animal, let alone want to celebrate her birthday. She's my little girl. And every single one of you knows how much this kitty rules. I'm never going to be an old cat lady though. I promise.

On Sunday night at around 10:30pm we heard a crash outside our windows. It sounded horrible... there were sounds of broken glass, torn up metal and deflating tires. So, of course, we rushed outside to see what happened but we weren't the only ones. The whole neighbourhood was there staring at the colision, wondering if the cab driver was ever going to make it out alive. We all made the assumption that he was dead and that the SUV was at fault. No one really knew what happened, but it was so real. The accident was 10 feet away from our front door. I was scared and I came, sadly because of this, to the realization that downtown isn't all that exciting. I mean, we hear sirens go off at least 20 times a day, they even wake me up at night. When I lived in the nice suburbs of Orleans, that was the rarest sound ever. I know the population difference states the obvious- but still... life sometimes just isn't fair. Innocent, is no way to die.

On a higher note- somewhat of... yesterday's stand-up class was amazing. I take back anything that I've ever said bad about Rob Trick (although I don't think I ever have). He may fart in class, but he's quite the master of pin-pointing. He had us do this very interesting excercise where you'd jot down pages and pages of your life story. You had to write about things you remembered and random information about yourself. We then had to turn those facts into questions.. like 'Who here is STILL afraid of thunderstorms?'... For the past two weeks, he's been getting people to go up in front of the class to ask these questions like an evangelist. It was my turn this week and I was pretty surprised at the outcome. He immediately mentioned that I was very grounded and asked me if I made lists. I was stunned to know that he knew I did. Then he asked if I kept my apartment clean and I didn't even have to answer- everyone else commented a nice 'yes, so clean or oh yeah'. So by that time I was somewhat intimidated but I still kept my cool. A classmate of mine said that I was very caring, the other said 'she's like our class mom' (is that a good thing to be?)...these positive comments just kept coming back and forth and I think I just might have blushed. Rob didn't mention that I needed alot of work with my act, he more like connected with me on several terms, one of which is my name change. I'm glad I got out of that little -put on the spot- without much homework and it was a nice little ego boost too. It's made me more confident, more versatile and more aware of who I really am on stage. Time to shine @ Healey's tonight.

I can't wait for Saturday.

When it Falls.

Last night was a good time. I almost forgot what getting drunk felt like. Some people need to learn how to control themselves though... Alcohol always brings out the worst in people. Part of me wishes I were younger last night, so I could fit in? My brain thinks way ahead of time and I'm past the grade six version of drinking. Why am I mature in this part of my life?

It was so very hard to wake up this morning.

I can't stop thinking about a certain someone, it's not a crush, it's not obsession, it's just interest. I'm intrigued- I want to know more. Yet so many things tell me to back off, so for the moment I will. I'll just be the friend I always am.

At work today, like any other day- I met some interesting characters. One of which stole 2 pairs of shoes. I pointed out to him that he was wearing one of our brand new pairs off the racks (because I had seen the ugly ones he was wearing earlier) and he claimed that they were his and told me to go back inside and see on the shelf. Sure enough, I stood there in disbelief for a moment, went back inside to see (to prove him wrong of course) and there were his ugly shoes, stuffed in the box of the stolen pair he had on. By this point, he had run away (clever!). What was I to do? Grab him by the ears and say LOOK, these are your shoes? He looked dangerous, and stinky. His shoes stank of urine. yuk.

I also met a crack baby. She must have been 7 years old. The poor thing was in with her mother and grandmother (whom both looked under 30). She was in love with our Power Puff shoes and Hello kitty so I gave her some stickers. She was wearing a t-shirt 3 times her size with a spaghetti stain on it. Her feet were the blackest of black and her mom kept yelling at her to 'SIT DOWN' and 'COME HERE'. I felt for the poor girl. She didn't ask to be brought up under this circumstance... She'll have to live like this until she's old enough to fend for herself. The grandmother mentioned she wasn't the mother of this child like she was a 'thing'. So I talked to the girl more and more, asked her for her name and when she said SpongeBob was funny, we talked about that. I wish I could have taken this little girl home, cleaned her up and put her under my wing. I don't know why I think these things. I'm just fascinated by children and their underlying zest for life. This little lady had a huge smile on her face, couldn't stop talking.. because I took a moment to listen to her. If I were a milionaire, I swear I'd stop doing what it is I'm doing, adopt and spoil. I have too much love to give.

Thank god I meet these weird customers at work. They make great material. Especially the homeless.

Pistachios of love.

Man those things are so rediculously good.

What was going to be a fun filled day of 'Word on the street' turned out to be an as thrilling afternoon down @ Kensington. Bought some interesting items including a 70s era bag for 5 bucks. BARGAIN!

I'm currently listening to the Mamas and the Papas, I don't think that album has been out of my player for days.

Phoebe's vagina-less and okay. My poor Kitty.

Heading out to a frat house tonight... sausage party! Hopefully I'll meet that special someone.. I'm in need that 'comedian boyfriend' I've been depriving myself of for years.

I will be stunning.
I will turn heads.
I will woe.
I will be witty.
I will be the woman in me.

I will be wasted.

Happy Birthday Goats- you're awesome! Have a pistache.

Kitchen Addition.

Nothing like watching Steve Coogan videos with an awesome friend + paint. Bye Bye Morgan, I'll miss you very much.

You know you go to comedy school when...

Your teacher farts.

My teacher, in stand up class yesterday told us to 'be quiet for a moment', took a stance and preceeded to fart. We all had a laugh and that's when I came to the realization that this year will be uneducating. I was warned by some previous students that second year lacked substance and today- I got my proof.

It was funny though, I laughed. It made my day. None of my teachers EVER farted back in highschool. Teachers who fart are cool.

Is it sad to say that I'm loving my job? I never knew I could be able to stoop down to that level. I have RESPONSIBILITY- and a whole lot of hours, I'm excited. Hopefully this year I'll be more prepared than the last.

I'm at the school lab for the first time this semester- the computer had me change my password again- and then it said, please do not use any of your 18 past passwords. I almost lost it, who can remember 18 and more passwords?? Geezus.

Knicky knicky nine doors.

Trickster
the imagination is.
trying to sneak into my
world of senseless realities.
Head up
lost in the clouds
I never look down.

Believer
am I.
Crazy and deranged?
Longing for the coloring
book of my life.
Feet grounded
I constantly dream.

Child-like
I become.
New to all surroundings
face to face
with my worst
fear.

Growing up.

Awkward
becomes the realization.
yet,
Head up, feet grounded
I still dream.

Cigarette Breath

If there's one thing in the world that turns me off, it's nicotine-reaking air. The smell of cigarettes disgusts me to a point that I can't even describe. And people who don't respect the laws of smoking on TTC property bug the shit out of me. You see, the nice innocent person inside me turns into some finger-pointing, insulting, bitch when it comes to this issue. I know this may sound harsh considering the fact that I have 3 smoking parents and was once a smoker myself... but people! This shit kills. The worst is those kind of smokers who are all cocky about it. Arg. It gets me angry to see these people throwing away their health...Why should I care you ask? Because I just so happen to know that I'm going to change the world one day.

We all are.

I sell shoes for a living.

Oh god- that sounds awful.

I got a promotion today... I am now a key 'holder', meaning I can sneak into Payless with my part-time lover for some risky fun- I, ahem... lock the store. This also consisted of a 50 cent raise. I moving up in the retail world people, watch out.

Got a gig @ Spirits on the 6th. I always remember October 6th as my childhood friend's birthday- Pat Plouffe, if you read this... I miss playing cops and robbers. I used to always incorporate some sort of damsel in distress for that game, I used to love to be saved from those cheap handcuffs. Awww, to be 7 again.

Hot like Wasabi-

K, I'm done with the sushi... but what I'm not done talking about is:

MY FRIEND DOMINIQUE.

Dominique, doms, do, doms (with a zee), do do bird, nica, neener, nini, Columbia, the dom-o-nator, dominique-nique-nique s'en allait tout simplement, D-day, Doo for brains...

Ahh, what's not to love about this great friend of mine?
I could go on again, but it's bed time and I've reached the nerd ranking for this eve.

This might happen to you if you don't feed my brain.

High. On Cre8tiviti.

I finally got the chance to paint out my 'brilliant' idea. Earlier on this summer, I found a metal frame for glasses on the street. I envisioned this whole abstract thing that actually came out better than I thought. Love it when that happens. There's actual pieces of glass glued to it- and I looked insane trying to break one of my candle pots out on the street. We all had a laugh at my stupidity. I added a rock, clouds, letters and some sparkle stuff and voila! MASTERPIECE.

BriLLIAnce!

Sushi for Mi

Morgan triggered me into getting some sushi for dinner tonight... and to my surprise- I loved it! Apart from the soup and salmon sushi roll, I'm good to go with that stuff. I was always so scared to taste it- well not anymore my friends, not anymore.

I had something I wanted to talk about in here today, I imagine it being some sort of a rant. The service @ William's pub maybe? The high-price of groceries? Annoying people on the bus who ask you to move your bags for a seat? Humid weather? I don't know I can't remember right now.

Mmmm, mushy banana bear paw.

Had a set @ yuk yuk's last night. Went pretty well- I'm contente... suprised my shower "observation" went down well though. All I can hear on my tape is Tindal laughing so hard. That must be a good thing. I've got the stand-up bite I think... not too sure if I'll try to make it my 'forte' but I'm definetly getting some major improvement.

You have to try those mushy banana bear paws.

I wish people would update their blogs regularly...I obsessively (well no, not really) check them periodically through the day. Come on people, feed my brain.

Phoebe's horny again. When are they going to make cat dildos?

Doo Doo Doo.

I'm sitting here bored as heck. So I stuck an old CD in the player. Hmmm, The Plain White T's (I bought their album when they opened for Jimmy Eat World @ Barrymore's in Ottawa, WAY BACK) haven't listened to them for a while. Oh yes... I remember loving the 'what if' tune.

What if nobody likes me
What if I don't suceed
What if I give it all that I've got
And I still don't got what they need.

it's a good song. Yeah, now that I'm listening to the rest of their album, it's probably their only good one.

Cd change.

Believe it or not, I just put in the B52's baby.
Sorry I've got to go and dance.

This could be good.

How to make a Chantale

Ingredients: 1 part pride 3 parts crazyiness 5 parts joy

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add wisdom to taste! Do not overindulge!

Want to be my part-time vegetarian?

You know you wanna.

Hehe, I went to the "Vegetarian Exibition" today, down at the Habourfront Center with Kat. It was really really interesting to see soooo many people eating weird, but good food. I got to try lots of Soy products (ice cream and milks) along with organic products and the so-called 'fake meat' they have out there. Best moment of the day: Corn on the barbeque with lime, butter and all these amazing spices.... yeah, you HAVE to try it. Yumm. I felt like I was homeless going around to all the exibitioners saying "Do you have any FREE samples ?" But good times all around had by all. I felt a little out of place because, well.. I'm not a vegetarian, nor a vegan... but at least I can say that I've tried all those neat things.

I felt like a terrible person when my brain thought of donating a slob of ground beef into those donation cans they had all over the place. I'm a bad person. Don't hate me Kat.. haha.

We biked all over the city on this BEAUTIFUL day. I skipped out on baseball and now I think I'm going to skimp out on the gathering tonight too, I'm just so tired!

Last night was pretty crazy, had a great party, lots of peeps and all... but I didn't get wasted, so I was like any host who doesn't drink... annoying with telling people to come inside with their drinks- ha. I just didn't have it in me yet to GIV'R to party, you know?

Okay, I'm off to bed folks.
Party on Wayne.

State of Happiness.

The first day of school has always been some sort of "super" day for me. You get to wear new clothes, bring your new stationary, look your best and really get into the organization of it all. I find myself in a beautiful state of mind right now. I'm back with the group of people that make me the happiest, at a campus that's just right for me and so far, enjoying the hell out of my classes.

I spent my labour day weekend back home in Ottawa, where I was sad to find out that it's not where my happiness is anymore. I honnestly just wanted to relax and spend time with my family, and I did... but part of me wanted to see everyone else too- so I went to a great party but I just had alot of trouble finding my place. People whom I've known since elementary school were there, and I hardly recognized them. I'm the kind of person who will keep in touch with anything I've ever spoken too. It was very hard to see some of them and have nothing whatsoever in common anymore. I think the problem with me is that I want to be friends with everyone... I know I'm that kind of person that anyone can get along with, yet sometimes it's hard to keep up the image. I detest those "How you been?" questions from people where they shouldn't even need to be asked. I like it when things are normal and not superficial. I like it when I can talk to my supposed friends without updating them on what's new. Does that sound odd? I mean it should just come out. Some of those people I'd rather not keep in touch with... but when you've known them for over 10 years, it shouldn't feel weird and awkward.

So I left the party early and enjoyed a cup of tea with people who warm my heart.

I'm back in Toronto where my heart belongs. Now if only I could find the prince to my ballerina- I'd be set.