Okay, so they're not really secrets, but because there's nothing on TV, here are 10 things you may or may not know about me.
1) On top of being a huge music fan, I'm a musician. I play guitar, I write songs, and although I know I really shouldn't, I sing when no ones listening! For a loooong time now I've been working on recording some of my songs but I constantly scrap them without posting them anywhere because I'm embarressed of the vocal take.
2) I'm a vegetarian... And I feel weird talking about it. It's been years since I've eaten meat but you'll never catch me preaching about it because everyone is capable of making their own decisions. And this is mine. But please just don't ask me why. If you have to ask, then you'll never understand it.
3) I have a major confidence issue. I never believe in myself. I tell myself that everything will work out, but I never really believe it. In the end everything usually works out fine, but until I get to that point I could really drive myself crazy. This happens with everything big and small. I used to think I'd never be capable of straightening my own hair (1st work problems, I know) but one day I just did it and it was fine. I used to make it into and huge issue in my mind. "If I can't straighten my hair then I'll never be able to move out because I won't be able to leave the house if I have bed head!" Over-dramatic much? My current worries involve getting my driver's license and just my future in general.
4) People often assume I'm a big stoner because of the way I dress and the music I listen to, and that's a STUPID assumption! I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I never have. Yes, I like to drink a little here and there, but that's as far as it's ever gone.
5) I'm the biggest homebody you'll ever meet. I'd rather be lying on the couch with my cat then hanging out with friends any day.
6) I can hold a grudge forever. I'm not saying this is a good thing, but once you give me a reason to hate you, I will cling on to that forever and start nit picking and soon I'll have come up with 4000 other things I can't stand about you. And without speaking a word, I'll make sure you know exactly what I think of you.
7) I'm a Simpsons fanatic. I constantly quote the episodes, and apply they situations to real life and make references. I know it's totally nerdy but I just can't help it. Everyone has that one thing that they're a total dork about. I can think of at least 5 things for myself, and this is one of them.
8) I have a physical bucket list. A hand written list of things I want to do before I die. The list is constantly growing, and I am working at crossing things off. A lot of the list items involve music- seeing a particular band live, reaching a certain goal with my music, etc.
9) I have 3 identical pairs of Levi's jeans. Exactly the same. And they're the only jeans I wear. They are Levi's 524 Too Super Low skinny jeans in indigo wash. They can only be bought in the States and I can tell which ones are the oldest/newest due to the amount of fade. I just can't wear any other jeans. #loser
10) My favourite colour is what I like to call "t-shirt grey". I guess it's technically called heather grey. You know- the medium grey with white specs? LOVE! "Ooooh grey isn't a colour!" SHUT. UP.
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Lame.
Everytime that I've been given 3 consecutive days off work, I've been called in on the middle day to cover a shift for someone, therefore breaking up so-called weekend. I was given wednesday, thursday and friday off work this week, which pay cheque-wise I wasn't happy about, but I really do want the break. I had a feeling that I would be called in at some point and lucky for me, that didn't happen.
I was looking forward to 3 days off to chill and get things done. Yesterday was cold and raining and I opted just to stay home. Waste of day 1. When I went to bed my throat started to feel scratchy and when I woke up this morning (afternoon) after a terrible night of sleep it was even worse. All day I've been feeling gaggy, a little runny, a little feverish, and just overall shitty and in no mood to go anywhere or do anything. Especially not in the cold, overcast, rain. Well I had a guitar lesson scheduled and I had to go. The extra $30 a week really helps, especially considering I earn it in a hour. But I had to walk to get there, and back. And I left my good umbrella in my mom's car. By the time I got there I was so cold and miserable I could've cried.
I'm really hoping that tomorrow will be sunny and that I'll be feeling better.
I was looking forward to 3 days off to chill and get things done. Yesterday was cold and raining and I opted just to stay home. Waste of day 1. When I went to bed my throat started to feel scratchy and when I woke up this morning (afternoon) after a terrible night of sleep it was even worse. All day I've been feeling gaggy, a little runny, a little feverish, and just overall shitty and in no mood to go anywhere or do anything. Especially not in the cold, overcast, rain. Well I had a guitar lesson scheduled and I had to go. The extra $30 a week really helps, especially considering I earn it in a hour. But I had to walk to get there, and back. And I left my good umbrella in my mom's car. By the time I got there I was so cold and miserable I could've cried.
I'm really hoping that tomorrow will be sunny and that I'll be feeling better.
Now Playing: City And Colour - Day Old Hate [Live]
Friday, November 5, 2010
What I Say VS. What I Think
Setup:
I'm at work. It's 10 to 9 and I'm counting cash and trying to close. Music lessons are coming to an end for the night (thank god) and I'm rushing to get things done so I don't miss the bus home. Guitar student's mother is sitting, waiting to take her daughter home.
Actual Conversation:
Customer: "What's that music I hear?"
Me: "Ummmm.... It could be a lot of things. I mean, you're in a music store."
Customer: "I hear someone singing. Do you offer singing lessons?"
Me: "Yeah, the singing you hear is coming from a vocal lesson."
Customer: "Who's singing? Is that the student or the teacher?"
Me: *recounting the money for the 3rd time because the women won't shut up* "It's both of them, together."
Customer: "Oh I love that song!"
Me: "I don't know what it is, but it's driving me nuts quite honestly. I've been hearing it over and over all day and it's annoying."
Customer: "It's Lady Gaga, Monster Ball."
Me: "OH. WELL." *makes a face*
Customer: *now humming and singing along* "I love this song. I love Lady Gaga. Isn't she great?"
Me: *silence*
Customer: "My daughter dressed up as Lady Gaga for halloween and it was just great. She had the sun glasses and everything. And everyone knew who she was. It was just great.... just great."
Me: "Mmmhmm."
What I'm actually thinking:
Customer: "What's that music I hear?"
Me: "What the fuck do you think it is? Look around you, dumbass."
Customer: "I hear someone singing. Do you offer singing lessons?"
Me: "I don't know. Why don't you just look at the sign directly in front of your face."
Customer: "Who's singing? Is that the student or the teacher?"
Me: *recounting the money for the 3rd time because the women won't shut up* "Shut the fuck up. I'm busy."
Customer: "Oh I love that song!"
Me: "GOOD FOR YOU. I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU. REALLY, I AM. NOW SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP."
Customer: "It's Lady Gaga, Monster Ball."
Me: "Well NO FUCKING WONDER I FEEL LIKE SHOOTING MYSELF IN THE FACE."
Customer: *now humming and singing along* "I love this song. I love Lady Gaga. Isn't she great?"
Me: "I don't know. Why don't you go find her?"
Customer: "My daughter dressed up as Lady Gaga for halloween and it was just great. She had the sun glasses and everything. And everyone knew who she was. It was just great.... just great."
Me: *reaches for the bottle of chloroform."
Maybe customer service isn't for me.
I'm at work. It's 10 to 9 and I'm counting cash and trying to close. Music lessons are coming to an end for the night (thank god) and I'm rushing to get things done so I don't miss the bus home. Guitar student's mother is sitting, waiting to take her daughter home.
Actual Conversation:
Customer: "What's that music I hear?"
Me: "Ummmm.... It could be a lot of things. I mean, you're in a music store."
Customer: "I hear someone singing. Do you offer singing lessons?"
Me: "Yeah, the singing you hear is coming from a vocal lesson."
Customer: "Who's singing? Is that the student or the teacher?"
Me: *recounting the money for the 3rd time because the women won't shut up* "It's both of them, together."
Customer: "Oh I love that song!"
Me: "I don't know what it is, but it's driving me nuts quite honestly. I've been hearing it over and over all day and it's annoying."
Customer: "It's Lady Gaga, Monster Ball."
Me: "OH. WELL." *makes a face*
Customer: *now humming and singing along* "I love this song. I love Lady Gaga. Isn't she great?"
Me: *silence*
Customer: "My daughter dressed up as Lady Gaga for halloween and it was just great. She had the sun glasses and everything. And everyone knew who she was. It was just great.... just great."
Me: "Mmmhmm."
What I'm actually thinking:
Customer: "What's that music I hear?"
Me: "What the fuck do you think it is? Look around you, dumbass."
Customer: "I hear someone singing. Do you offer singing lessons?"
Me: "I don't know. Why don't you just look at the sign directly in front of your face."
Customer: "Who's singing? Is that the student or the teacher?"
Me: *recounting the money for the 3rd time because the women won't shut up* "Shut the fuck up. I'm busy."
Customer: "Oh I love that song!"
Me: "GOOD FOR YOU. I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU. REALLY, I AM. NOW SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP."
Customer: "It's Lady Gaga, Monster Ball."
Me: "Well NO FUCKING WONDER I FEEL LIKE SHOOTING MYSELF IN THE FACE."
Customer: *now humming and singing along* "I love this song. I love Lady Gaga. Isn't she great?"
Me: "I don't know. Why don't you go find her?"
Customer: "My daughter dressed up as Lady Gaga for halloween and it was just great. She had the sun glasses and everything. And everyone knew who she was. It was just great.... just great."
Me: *reaches for the bottle of chloroform."
Maybe customer service isn't for me.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
"Yesterday was the worst day ever, and tomorrow won't be better..."
Or at least that's how I felt when I woke up Friday morning. I have this habit of not taking things seriously when I should, but then getting SO stressed out about small unimportant things, that I lose sleep.
Thursday, I took the day off work because I had to go downtown to attend a meeting about my upcoming gig. If I didn't go to the meeting, I couldn't play, it's that simple. The meeting was called for 6 PM and was only suppose to last around half an hour. I had a guitar lesson to teach from 3:30 - 4:30, and I knew that I'd be cutting it close, but at 4:30, I took off and ran out to Yonge Street to catch the bus.
Long story short, I got stuck in rush hour traffic and at 6:10 had just made it to Queen and Yonge. There was a bunch of construction and I admittedly underestimated how far down the road Douvercourt was. At 6:30 I was still a solid 15 minutes away from the venue and that's when I got a call from the promoter. I explained the situation and although I had missed the meeting, one of the staff members waited for me to give me the paper work and tickets. When I finally got there it was a quarter to 7 and I was beyond stressed and aggravated. I got all the flyers and tickets and everything else which took about a minute and I was sent on my way. 2.5 hours of travelling in each direction for that. Needless to say, I was pissed. Why couldn't they just mail it all to me. Ugh.
So it's now 7:00 and getting dark, and I'm standing alone on the sketchy corner of Queen and Douvercourt waiting for a streetcar/bus/anything that will help me get home, when some big Persian gangster guy whistles at me. I turn to look at him. He winks, throw a gang hand sign, and blows a kiss at me. At this point, I nearly shat myself in fear.
9:30 and I'm finally home, eating dinner and panicking that I have to be at work at 9:15 AM. Of course everything worked out just fine, but I really need to stop sweating the small stuff.
"Hey suburbia, hey suburbia, hey suburbia, we're in love with you."
Thursday, I took the day off work because I had to go downtown to attend a meeting about my upcoming gig. If I didn't go to the meeting, I couldn't play, it's that simple. The meeting was called for 6 PM and was only suppose to last around half an hour. I had a guitar lesson to teach from 3:30 - 4:30, and I knew that I'd be cutting it close, but at 4:30, I took off and ran out to Yonge Street to catch the bus.
Long story short, I got stuck in rush hour traffic and at 6:10 had just made it to Queen and Yonge. There was a bunch of construction and I admittedly underestimated how far down the road Douvercourt was. At 6:30 I was still a solid 15 minutes away from the venue and that's when I got a call from the promoter. I explained the situation and although I had missed the meeting, one of the staff members waited for me to give me the paper work and tickets. When I finally got there it was a quarter to 7 and I was beyond stressed and aggravated. I got all the flyers and tickets and everything else which took about a minute and I was sent on my way. 2.5 hours of travelling in each direction for that. Needless to say, I was pissed. Why couldn't they just mail it all to me. Ugh.
So it's now 7:00 and getting dark, and I'm standing alone on the sketchy corner of Queen and Douvercourt waiting for a streetcar/bus/anything that will help me get home, when some big Persian gangster guy whistles at me. I turn to look at him. He winks, throw a gang hand sign, and blows a kiss at me. At this point, I nearly shat myself in fear.
9:30 and I'm finally home, eating dinner and panicking that I have to be at work at 9:15 AM. Of course everything worked out just fine, but I really need to stop sweating the small stuff.
"Hey suburbia, hey suburbia, hey suburbia, we're in love with you."
Friday, September 17, 2010
Um... Canada Post, Did You Forget About Me?
It's Friday. Where the hell is the delivery I've been waiting for? Better question, why wasn't I given a tracking number. Grrrr.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Dear Post Office...
Dear Post Office,
Hurry the hell up. Where is my package (hehehe)? Tomorrow is Friday. If it doesn't arrive I will be very upset. This letter has no real purpose. I just want my stuff. K, thanks.
Nicole
Hurry the hell up. Where is my package (hehehe)? Tomorrow is Friday. If it doesn't arrive I will be very upset. This letter has no real purpose. I just want my stuff. K, thanks.
Nicole
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