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I can buy Meltykiss in a store five minutes away from my apartment!
I am so happy. I am going to get so fat.

For the first five people that reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD, or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 30 days or fewer. The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first five to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LJ--'cause it's fun to give people stuff.


I don't actually care if you repost or not. I'm happy to send you stuff either way.
The comments are not screened, so don't leave your address there unless you want everyone to have it. You can leave your email or send your address to me at feelingcold at livejournal.

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

azurejay gave me H.



The Acorn- Heirlooms
On the surface the Ottawa music scene is cliquey to the point of being unwelcoming. I think it's really unfortunate that so many people in the city have no clue about the amazing music being created right under their noses. The Acorn is one of my favorite bands. I've seen them roughly a million times. Listening to them makes me think of home.


Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats
It's that bouncy ball ad song. It's beautiful.


Lupe Fiasco- He Gets the Girl
The second Lupe song I ever heard. It's a little nothing of a joke song but it's what made me a fan. Lupe is a geeky fanboy and he gets the girl who happens to be a real person with, like, interests and stuff. Background encouragement from Pharrell.


Tricky- Hell is Round the Corner
I'm not a big Tricky fan but I can honestly say I love every single song on Maxinquaye.


Blue Rodeo- Hasn't Hit Me Yet
Oh, shut up. If you're Canadian I bet you know every word. I've taken part in more outdoor concert drunken singalongs than I'd like to admit.

If there was a 'Worst Song Ever' award it would go to the L Word theme song.

My birthday cake had dinosaur carnage:



Best birthday cake ever, decorated by my sister. The photo does not do it justice. It had a flying pterodactyl.

Twice my plans got all messed up (no concert, no indiana jones) but I still had a good birthday.

I have a bike! I found it at Value Village. It is yellow and in incredibly good shape. I love it with all of my heart.

edited to add- I also found a bracelet with a charm that reads "Steady Loser" It is the most appropriate piece of jewelery I have ever owned.

Have I mentioned that I think the reason Pete denied the baby rumors to MTV was not the lack of a baby, or because it was none of their business, but to ensure they could sell the story to People as an exclusive?

Because I sort of think that.

edited to add- I have to admit, an Alice in Wonderland theme wedding is pretty darn sweet.

There is someone new living in the apartment above this one. They have been waking me up just before 8am every morning by doing something which causes a loud thumping on the livingroom ceiling. It also causes the bedroom door to rattle in the frame, making a noise like this: CLICK CLACK! CLICK CLACK! CLICK CLACK!
I have narrowed the something down to either skipping with a jump rope or jumping on a pogostick. These are not apartment safe activities. I went up and knocked today but no one answered the door. They better not wake me up tomorrow morning.

Can fertilized chicken eggs be sold at the grocery store? I know that they usually are not but is there anything actually preventing them from being sold?

I just cracked two eggs both of which had fairly large spots in them. They are larger than any blood spots I've seen in grocery store eggs before.

I've only ever seen similar looking eggs when I was on the farm which leads me to think the eggs are fertilized. Absolutely everything I google says they are not, but they all give the same reason: grocery store eggs are never around roosters. Inside the egg carton it says that the farm includes roosters in it's flock for a 'normal social environment.'

I candled the rest of the eggs because I am paranoid and crazy. None have anything resembling veins. If they were taken and refrigerated within two days would you even be able to see a difference?

- I forgot all about Lost last night.

- Danny Michel is playing here the same night as Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks. Decisions, decisions.

You know what I really don't enjoy? I really don't enjoy having the water to my apartment unexpectedly turned off when I am in the middle of washing my face. I don't enjoy standing around with my eyes closed hoping the water comes back on before the soap gets into them and makes them sting.

My sister has finally realized that when I claim "I'll head over soon" it really means I'll waste three hours on the computer, spend 40 minutes dancing around to Metro Station, and on the way over I'll get distracted by something in a store window and loose track of time.

If I say "I'll head over soon" now, at 9:18am, it means I'll probably be at your place around 3pm.

Now my sister has taken to calling from her cell and saying "I'm about ten minutes from your place. We're going out, get dressed."

edited to add- I got my last phone bill from Morris st, and man I hate Bell. How many different deactivation charges can you hit me up for? What is a 'reference of calls' charge? Blah.

My new journal layout still cracks me up. Frank's little legs! Ahahaha.

Chocolate! Zombie Jesus! Bunnies! Bob Bryar! Happy Easter!
I'm blaming my new punctuation issues on p,!.?atd.
I'm sorry about just ditching on some conversations last night. I don't know if there was a sudden increase in stupidity on livejournal, or if it was just my luck to be stumbling on idiotic comments all night long. I had nothing nice to say to anyone, and I could sense that I was moments away from completely freaking out in someone's comments. I decided to remove myself from the computer before I could start hijacking other people's journals and making an ass out of myself on the internet. More of an ass. Whatever.

I went outside and tried to teach myself to skateboard. It went about as badly as you would expect. I gave up and went inside to bleach out my roots. Now I have a good two inches of white, and no more purple dye left. It's not a good look. The store has green, yellow, and black veggie dyes. None of these are appealing, so I think I'm just going blond again.

This is how incredibly interesting my life has been lately.

I spent nearly half an hour watching goats on TV. Goats are hilarious! One of the small goats kept jumping on one of the larger goats. The larger goat would go about it's business with the little goat standing on his back. In my head I named them Frank and Bob, and I laughed myself sick watching them. I also named a tiny, spastic goat Brendon. When watching the band member alter ego goats got boring I danced around to Justin Timberlake.

Tonight I watched Hawksley Workman dressed in a neon green jumpsuit, playing drums while singing Bootylicious. Yep.
I've seen Hawksley a handful of times, and I've never seen him give a lackluster performance. I'm seriously impressed every time I see him.

From a product perspective it was more about creating a new registration process that was easier for new users to understand. I'm sure it's been ages since many of you signed up for an account, but it was quite confusing and included a table of options that was not very inviting to new users.

For new users to the site, the options of either having an ad-supported journal or the option to pay $20 annually for more (2GB) photo storage, more userpics, and ad-controls seems like a much simpler and easy to understand work-flow. We are working hard to add even more features and are currently revisiting our ad-supported strategy to find ways to deliver more user value in a way that isn't crass.

Wow. I'm almost impressed with this level of bullshit.
It wasn't to get rid of basic accounts, it was to streamline the registration process. Three options was just too damn confusing for people.

How long do you think it will take for people to start selling off their unused basic accounts? I'm sure a lot of users are like me, and still have a handful of them out there.

I'm annoyed that I can't add a rss feed of Jason Mraz's journal to my flist. Visiting websites is such hard work! Woe is me, etc.

Apparently I left Ottawa the day before one of my best friends got back into town. My timing is superb. I managed to stay a full week longer than planned, and still didn't see most of my friends. I had not planned on the amount of time it would take to clear out and clean the apartment, and then I got horribly sick and spent two days feverish and sleeping.

The trip was nice enough. They played The Acorn on the plane, and I got overly excited about it. I watched Into The Wild, and finished a book. My mom met me at the airport, so I didn't have to drag all my luggage myself.

The baby is bigger, and he smiles more.

Heading back to Victoria tonight. Goodbye snow.
I have to go find a shirt. I've been wearing Johnny's Eric's Trip t-shirt for about a week straight. I'm a dirty girl.
Job hunting should be lots of fun with the amount of time I'm going to have to book off this spring for concerts.

1)Hello, studio version of Patrick playing 'Beat It'. I love you.

2) I remember someone on my flist saying they wanted to find the Georgie James CD. Still looking? I've got a copy in with my give away cds, and I'd be happy to send it to you.

2) Having no phone or internet is a huge pain in the ass. 50c payphone call are a pain, too.

3)Val is taking my couch! This is a huge relief. There was no way i was getting that to the salvation army on a push cart.

Argh. I should not be allowed to speak to people.
When someone tells you it is the anniversary of their grandmother's death, you do not laugh! I suck so much. I just... I laugh when I'm stressed. I laugh when I'm hurt. I don't know. It's automatic. As soon as it happens I want to take it back.

If I ever laugh at something horribly inapropriate please don't be offended. I don't think it's funny, I swear.