| Think this not as an abandonment, but an oppurtunity for a widening of horizons. ...I've moved, but if you like beans, this blog is totally for you. |
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| It's a terrible cliche, I know, but I got off work, I reek of coffee and pastries, and I am indeed dressed in black from head to toe (minus the skin-coloured filling I got going on in between).
So I've decided to try this blogging thing again. I stopped for a long time for ...God only knows why. I probably just lost interest in posting thoughtless words for the world to see, or I'm afraid of committment. Or I'm flaky? Mm...flaky pie crusts.
...I really need to eat. It's total balls when you gotta pull a shift and skip a meal due to an errand that leaves you on one end of the mall and away from your lunch box. But you know what else is total balls? I gotta say it, and once I do, someone's gonna claim that I'm just a girl starting to taste the first drops of sour grapes that supposedly comes with age, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Seriously, kids these days. Bunch of twelve year-old chicks pull up to my humble (conglomerate) coffee shop and act like they're all that: valley-girl accents, Aritzia brand bling, and even the practiced wrist twist of the money throw. It's nine at night and these damn hipsters are getting high off of overpriced sugar and caffeine. You know where I was when I was their age? At that time, I'd be at home, sneaking in an episode of the Simpsons before crawling into bed and basking in the warmth and sap that was my momma going through the process of tucking my prepubescent ass in for the night.
I get the feeling that with every new generation, the kids become more jaded by consumerist ideals. They'll have a firmer idea of what they want when they go out and shop with their parents' money, but they'll know next to nothing about reality. It's an odd juggle of developing smarts and increasing stupidity, and as far as genetics go, not many of these kiddies will be born with the innate talent to balancing this fine circus trick.
But what am I talking about? First entry back and I sound crabby. I'm telling you, it's the lack of food.
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| blah blah back from Montreal, tired as poop and about $290 in the hole. but man, it was aaalll worth it.
Details at 11.
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| The film: Children of Men
Elan's rating: five stars for being gripping in every sense of the word and scarily realistic
Key notes on film: it's a solid mind-fuck; beware.
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