beda 15… unfair

Ya ya ya… I’ve missed a few days of beda.

Anyway. This pillow is new on urbanoutfitters.com . I want it but it’s “online only” and can only be shipped within the United States.

Unfair.

So, if there’s anyone in the states who wants to buy me this pillow and I’ll send you a cheque, that’d be great.

8 days guys!

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beda 14… In whuch i forgot to post so i’m updating with my phone…

Hiiiiiii
So I shut down my computer before I realized that I didn’t post my beda today, so I’m posting now from the handy wordpress app on my iPhone. Hurrah for technology!
So today was…well let me tell you how today was in a handy point form list!
• I woke up
• I had cereal for breakfast
• I watched Greek from last night
• And The Hills
• And The After Show from last Thursday
• Then I read about 100 pages of The Hunger Games
• I had a yummy lunch, then ate some mini-eggs while watching What Not to Wear.
• I felt guilty about eating said mini-eggs
• I read some more of The Hunger Games
• Then I re-re-watched last nights episode of How I Met Your Mother…it’s such a good episode.
• then I watched about 4 more from this season.
• then I listened to an episode of Smart Mouths Podcast while pretending to start studying for my Shakespeare final on Saturday.
• Then I had some soup for dinner.
• Then I watched MORE episodes of himym.
• Then I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed and wrote a blog about how I effectively wasted an entire day that should have been studying.

Oh well, I’ll do it tomorrow. Besides, I did ROCK my exam yesterday…I deserved a day off…….

11 days guys…11 days.

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beda 13… cutest ever.

a.  

b. tonight’s episode of  himym. it was filled with BRo Love goodness. I actually “squeed” at one point.

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beda 12… amazon fail…

Amazon. You idiots.

I am too fuming to really blog right now. But basically, as you all probably know, Amazon has removed the rankings of the majority of the books containing homosexual content, including biographies of homosexual celebrities including Stephen Fry and Ellen Degeneres, and deeming them as “adult” content, so therefore they are stripped of their sales rankings.

Well, I would but I have to study.

I just needed to express how PEEVED I am at the world. Why do people have to be so, words cannot even explain how outrageous this all is.

Gahhhhh I’m so pissed.

Oh yeah, there’s 12 days until we’re popping the Pol Roger.

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beda 11… more 90’s

Hey team!

Today I’m super lazy, so I’m just going to post my updated 90’s playlist. It’s going swimmingly, if I do say so myself. This is what I added today as per recommendations from awesome commenters and other friends.

• Hand In My Pocket – Alanis Morissette
• Push – Matchbox Twenty
• Speechless – Hanson
• Come to My Window – Melissa Etheridge
• Lucy – Hanson
• Where’s the Love – Hanson
• 4 A.M. – Our Lady Peace
• Drops of Jupiter – Train
• One Headlight – The Wallflowers
• Thinking of You – Hanson
• No Scrubs – TLC
• Weird – Hanson
• I Will Come to You – Hanson
• The Freshmen – The Verve Pipe
• 1979 – Smashing Pumpkins
• Walkin’ on the Sun – Smash Mouth
• Mr. Jones – Counting Crows
• All I Wanna Do – Sheryl Crow
• Don’t Speak – No Doubt
• MMMBop – Hanson
• Breakfast At Tiffany’s – Deep Blue Something

I’m still taking ideas! Let me know!

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beda 10… the 90’s…

I was born in 1989 so, for all intensive purposes, I was a child of the 90’s. I was around for all of the things that made the decade so iconic. No, I wasn’t old enough to really appreciate Nirvana, plaid flannel or acid wash jeans, nor was I old enough to understand why Friends was the greatest sitcom ever. But I was one of the lucky kids who wore stirrup leggings and light-up sneakers, and my Mom definitely rocked the “Rachel” hair cut.

Some of the things I remember most about growing up in the 90’s, in addition to all of the animated gems that I blogged about a week ago, were the talks of the playground or rocked the airwaves when we were listening to our Walkmen. I grew up in a time where every month there was a new fad that swept the playground; as each new toy became popular among a large majority of my peers, it would take a week before a letter was sent home in our “friday folders” to our parents expressing how said toy was now banned from school premises. Among these fads were Tamagotchi’s or Nano Pets, POGS, Crazy Bones, Skip-Its and, of course, Pokemon cards.

Once we were no longer allowed to play with our favourite toys at recess we had to pass our 15 minutes of freedom (is it just me, or did 15 minutes seem to go by much more slowly when you were 8?) any way we could. Although I was quite the indoors-y type and would much have preferred to stay inside to read Nancy Drew or The Babysitter’s Club, that was almost always discouraged and I had to go play outside with my friends. So, without the awesome toys that were all sitting back home in our toy boxes or scattered across our bedroom floors, we instead pretended to play some of the most iconic musicians of the decade: Spice Girls,  Britney Spears, Christina Aguliera etc. The amount of pictures I have of my and four other friends in the classic “girl power” pose, with the peace sign and me, of course, dressed as Sporty Spice number into the double digits.

I call the Spice Girls, Britney Spears and Christina Aguliera some of the most “iconic musicians of the 90’s”, which, I guess, is very true, but they, for the most part, survived into the 21st century. Now, however, when I reminisce on the 90’s, I find myself remembering the 90’s a lot differently than how I actually experienced it. Recently, I’ve developed an obsession with music from the 90’s, mostly music that we all remember when we hear it, but we don’t know for the life of us who it’s by or what it’s called. This music could be called, lets see, One Hit Wonders? This obsession began when, having developed an unhealthy obsession with the CBS comedy, How I Met Your Mother, I decided to look up the music that plays in that show. My research showed that a lot of the music in the show is actually from the 90’s, which makes a lot of sense because himym features a number of flashbacks to when the characters were in college between 1996 and 2000. One song in particular kicked off this strange interest in 90’s One Hit Wonders, that song was Chumbawamba’s classic, “Tubthumper”:

When I heard this song I was filled with flashbacks to when I was a kid, but it was baffling to me because, honest to blog, I never, pointedly listened to Chumbawamba ever during my childhood.

I was inspired to make an epic playlist of 90’s music when watching MTV Canada’s The After Show over the past couple days when I should have been studying. On one of the back-logged episodes the hosts, Dan and Jessi, started introducing a segment where they share a 90’s flashback song of the day. The segment came about because Dan was also compiling a playlist for a 90’s throwback dance party he was hosting and wanted great music so he was taking requests and stuff. The first song they featured was, well just take a look:

I didn’t listen to Robyn, but I remember that song as clear as day. I know like, all of the lyrics. It blew my mind.

So, my search for the best 90’s playlist ever continued today and I took to the trusty “iTunes Essentials” to begin. Not so surprisingly, they had a great playlist for “90’s One Hit Wonders” already started, so I knew where to begin. When I previewed each of the songs on their list I knew every single song. Once again I was completely baffled, but figured I knew them from years of watching Much Music and cheesy 90’s teen movies at sleepovers.

I’m still working on creating this awesome playlist, but here it is so far:

• Tubthumping – Chumbawamba
• Unbelieveable – EMF
• You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette
• Closing Time – Semisonic
• Alright – Supergrass
• What’s Up? – 4 Non Blondes
• Torn – Natalie Imbruglia
• Ironic – Alanis Morissette
• Every Morning – Sugar Ray
• How Bizarre (Mix) – OMC
• When You’re Gone – Bryan Adams
• No Rain – Blind Melon
• Wonderwall – Oasis
• Kiss Me – Sixpence None The Richer
• Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of…) – Lou Bega
• Bitch – Meredith Brooks
• You Get What You Give – New Radicals
• Time of Your Life – Green Day
• Head Over Feet – Alanis Morissette
• Save Tonight – Eagle-Eye Cherry
• Show Me Love – Robyn
• Lovefool – The Cardigans
• Its Tricky – Run DMC
• You Give Love a Bad Name – Bon Jovi
• There She Goes – The La’s
• I Love You Always Forever – Donna Lewis
• Two Princes – Spin Doctors

Some of the songs I’m sure you won’t remember. I don’t remember how most of them sound now just looking at them. But YouTube them or search them on iTunes and you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Have fun with your flashbacks!!!

p.s. If you have any suggestions for my playlist, let me know!!!

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beda 9…on failure…

I feel like one.

If anyone read my blog before beda, they’ll know that I have had a LOT of disappointments this year. Nothing drastic, but drastic enough that I’ve cried a good amount of tears about. A few examples:

1. I got cut from the varsity Figure Skating team at my uni. This particularly sucked because I had skated my entire life and besides school and my extra-curriculars there it was pretty much the only thing I did. When you’re so invested in something you generally want to choose when you stop doing that something. I didn’t get to choose when I stopped skating, the coach of varsity did. I still miss skating so, so much… it sucks. But, of course, I still care a lot about the girls on the team because some of them are my really good friends, one is my housemate (with whom I had skated since we were 7 <3).
2. I didn’t get OC. OC is a position generally for third year students in ArtSci at my university who are hired after being Gaels to plan Orientation for the following year. I really, really wanted to be OC because Frosh Week at my school is the greatest thing EVER. I always put my heart and soul into everything I do, and this was just another one of those times that my heart was broken. I think I cried for about a week. I have a few friends who got the position and I still can’t look at their photos from OC events because it makes me uber sad, although I support and am extremely proud of those who got it. We love our OCs! We love our OCs!
3. I didn’t get NEWTS OC. NEWTS OC is a position open to all students to help organise orientation for New and Transfer students at my Uni. I applied because, I mean, why the hell not? It was a long shot because I wasn’t a NEWT, nor was I a Gecko, so I was really just winging it. I wasn’t really torn up about this one, but it’s another to add to the list of my disappointments this year.
4. Finally, I didn’t get a job at the Common Ground, TAMS or the QLC. This was the latest blow to my self esteem. I applied for a whole bunch of jobs within my school, two with student government services and one with the library. I tried to remain optimistic, like I was with everything I went out for this year, because I thought that I would at least be offered one of the three minimum wage campus jobs I applied for. I even got second round interviews and everything. The lists were posted today and, of course – because apparently lifehates me this year – I didn’t get any of them.

I’m not necessarily upset about not getting any of the jobs I applied for, I can get over that easily enough. In fact, I’m over it already. But I just so tired of all of the failed attempts and the subsequent disappointments that have come along with them.

I know that life is full of disappointments (good god I need a thesaurus) and I should get used to it because life gets much harder than this. But I mean, COME ON, UNIVERSE! Cut me some slack! In high school – and even in first year – I was just so used to all of my extra-curricular things working out; I was one of the big fish at my high school. Now I’m still a big fish, but I’m in a sea with whales and sharks and giant squids and nothing I do can get the attention of my superiors. Its catch and release. I take the bait, suffer for it, but I’m not quite big enough to be eaten yet, so they throw me back into the ocean that is my school with all of the other sad little fishies. I want to be dinner…

Okay, so its not a perfect metaphor, but you get my drift.

I just really thought that I’d get one of those jobs and I’d feel like my time here was worth more than just my degree, because that’s not the only reason why you go to university. At least it’s not the main reason I’m here.

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beda 8…on peep eating…

So, here’s a story. It’s really not that exciting but it’s relevant to my post and therefore I must tell it.

As I’m sure you all know, I’m away from home at university and currently I live in an apartment with three of my good friends, some of whom I knew before Uni, some I’ve only known for about a year or so. About a month into living together, for reasons I cannot explain, we all began to abandon conventional terms of endearment and began calling one another, “peep” and “peeps”. Since then we’ve all developed nicknames, for example, we call one house mate, “grandma” because, well, she is basically an old lady in the body of a 20-year-old; and often, when we tire of “peep” we call each other, “sir”, despite each of us being definitively women and equally as lady-like. The sentiment of “peeps”, however, has definitely been the most commonly used phrase within the four-walls of our apartment, in fact, it has been used so much in our house that it began to overflow and seep into our lives outside of our humble abode. We have all begun calling friends who are unfamiliar with our antics, “peeps”; we have even begun to call our parents peeps (that may just suggest that we are all strange and getting to the stage in our lives that we’re kinda friends with our parents, which may just be scarier than our calling them “peeps”).

This is the point in the story when the title of this blog becomes rather, well, scary. But it is also where it becomes relevant. But, before we move on, here’s just one itsy-bitsy clarification:

I DO NOT CONDONE CANNIBALISM.

Is that clear? Okay, good. Let us move on.

So today, one of my housemates received a package from her father and inside were some easter treats (she’s Jewish by the way, so this is strange for many reasons) with a note that said:

Here’s a chocolate bunny for you…

and some peeps for your peeps.

Love, Dad.

We all found this incredibly random gift extremely hilarious, because we know her dad, know that Passover technically starts tonight and instead Schmemily’s receiving easter gifts and the fact that her Dad probably saw the Peeps and bought them simply because he knew we call each other “peeps” is awesome in every single way. Receiving peeps is obviously ever more hilarious for me because of the vlogbrothers and everything, so when my “peep” opened her package I was doing my happy dance and “badoo doo doo-ing” in my head.

So, yes. This was the most exciting thing of the day, or it was until I realised that I have actually never had a Peep. I mean, I’ve had things like Peeps, but I have never had an actual brand name Peep. At this realisation I began to panic thinking that I wouldn’t be a true Nerdfighter until I actually ate a Peep. So, like any nerdfighter would, I documented the process (on dailybooth). Don’t get too excited or anything, I only ate one, but it was painful nonetheless.

Say hello to Mr. Peep!

I’m assessing the situation… head first, or tail first???

Okay, head first. It’s more humane. At this point my grossed out face is more because I didn’t think it would be that… squishy. I guess they were fresh peeps.

It’s official, peeps are gross. I could hardly eat one, let alone John’s 12.5, let alone however many Kurt ate, or all of the peeps the Nerdfighters ate to make up for John! Thinking of all of those awesome Nerdfighters inspired me to keep going. Hoo, ha…

NERDFIGHERS! I did it, I’m proud of myself because it was gross. But I did it, that’s what counts, right? Badoo doo doo!!!

Okay, now I’m going to go drink, like, ten glasses of water. I can’t get the taste of processed marhmallow out of my mouth…and I think there’s an eye stuck in my teeth.

DFTBA!

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beda day 7… on cooking and responsibility…

Growing up. Everyone has to do it, no one wants to do it. Reality is a crappy, crappy thing, although there are definitely some significant pros to being a legal adult…

I think I feel a pro/con list coming on! *gets out yellow legal pad”

Cooking, ohhhhhhhh cooking. You know, most of the time I love cooking. It can be fun and relaxing and experimental; but when you have to do it every day and three times a day for the past eight months it gets so tiresome. It was fun for the first few weeks or so, but then I ran out of produce and had to go grocery shopping. This similar cycle continued, as did my cycle of dinners, lunches and breakfasts. I cannot count the number of stir-fries or falafels or quesadillas or bowls of pesto pasta I’ve consumed this year and on a student’s budget you cannot really afford to have anything more exotic. It’s come to the point in the year when I don’t want to eat anything because it means I have to cook dinner, and with studying you feel guilty cooking because you know that you wasted an hour feeding yourself when you could have been revising the New Critics for your Literary Theory and Criticism course.

I know, I know, “welcome to the next 60-odd years of your life, Sam”, right? *sigh* I know, but I don’t want life to come! I’d love it if I could pause life in the summer between years in uni. I want an unlimited amount of time to read books and have fun being my 19-year-old self without the pressures of school and life and life after school. I want my dad to keep doing my taxes and supporting me and I want my mom to cook me dinner and…

Okay, never mind. The comfort and security sounds great, but despite the constant cooking, monotonous meals, never ending homework and painful hangovers that are a part of college, growing up and making my own life is so incredibly worth it.

but it would be nice if mom and dad invite me over for (at least) one meal a week.

🙂

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beda day 6… stuff – and by stuff I mean a person – that I like…

Hey there.

So, today I really don’t have much to talk about. It’s dark and dreary outside again, I’m working on my take-home exam for hebrew scriptures, I don’t want to be working on my hebrew scriptures take-home exam, and I’m sooo sleepy because people next door were raging until 1:30 last night – the music was so loud I could have had my own party in my apartment and I wouldn’t have had to put on music.

Other than those basic observations/complaints I don’t really have anything exciting to say so, as a result, I will talk about one of my favourite actresses/musicians/fashion icons. That person is Zooey Deschanel.

Zooey Deschanel is probably best known for her role as Jovie in the Will Ferrel Christmas classic, Elf, and perhaps for her spectacularly awesome band, She & Him with M.Ward. Among Nylon subscribers she’s known for being, well, awesome and beautiful and basically has a style that everyone wants to achieve. I’ve never seen anyone pull off a pouffy, baby-doll dress so well in my lifetime, but that ability may have something to do to her doe-like features and adorable 4-year-old-girl bangs, but even still, it’s just not fair.

She’s just so… cool. Zooey has this great, old-soul vibe, which can be heard when she sings classics such as “You Really Got a Hold on Me” and “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” on She & Him ‘s appropriately titled first album, Volume One. Her voice is so unique, which makes She & Him ‘s sound just so interesting and refreshing. Loves it.

She’s been in a few movies recently, but she has a movie coming out this this summer that looks like it’s going to be amazing. The movie’s called (500) Days of Summer and well, since I obviously haven’t seen it, here’s the trailer:

Right? I love when she plays that sort of, weird, insecure girl because she does it so well, and well, being weird and insecure myself makes her quite relatable in such roles.

Anyway. This blog is getting creepy, so I’ll stop.

For the future, when I find that I have nothing to talk about, be prepared to be bombarded with lengthy accounts of the things I like. It’s easy to come up with material, plus it’s a good distraction from my work.

Good day, sirs.

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