French Cancan cocktail recipe

3 cl orange juice
2 cl strawberry liqueur
2 cl cognac
Champagne

Shake with ice, serve in flute.

GO ME!!

I may have called my bank yesterday to find out why I couldn't access my online account. The proposed solution may have been to spell my name correctly. The helpful customer service rep may have laughed at me. I definitely deserved that.

In my head I'm hearing lovesongs.

I don't know how we could be so lucky as to find a massive traffic jam on the QEW at 2:30 in the morning, but somehow we are. Still, we were in Toronto tonight to see the Constantines 10th anniversary show, so the commute is very worth it. I always count on the Cons live show to renew my love of live shows, and I've left Lee's Palace tonight ready for more. We started off the night with Sushi on Bloor (can't seem to stop going there no matter how many times they get shut down by Public Health) and then went to the green beanery to wake ourselves up after our self-induced sushi coma! We met up with some undergrad friends who were also headed to the show and then got to Lee's early enough to get right up front.

John K Samson of the Weakerthans started off the night, playing a mix of Weakerthans songs and his solo stuff, with some peotry thrown in to spice things up. That guy is in the running for cutest singer ever, maybe edging a slight lead over Band of Horses' Ben Bridwell by playing recordings of his cat purring as the between song banter!

Attack in Black were next - I hadn't heard about them other than their name and that they're from st catharines. They were a lot better than I suspected from the name ( in my head they were a metal'd up alexisonfire).


And constantines? All I'll say is that they lived up to their own high standard. They've given 10 tears of solid albums and shows and I'm hoping for many more. Also, they should always have John K Samson special guest for them - his crowd surf was pretty funny too, and I got to hoist him back to stage/touch his bum (ew/woo?). As a special bonus, we ran into more friends and spent the majority of the show sandwiched between wonderful people. I'll try to add pics soon!

It's raining squirrels.

I feel like I'm getting in charge of my life again - thanks to an elective with a regular schedule and evenings that are mostly free. Today, I'm going to clean, and put up some Christmas stuff, and maybe even do a little bit of baking. I've also managed to just veg out for a bit, reading some blogs and starting out the window. You see, my next door neighbour has squirrels living in her roof. In the past hour, I've seen at least THREE squirrels trying to figure out how to get back into their tiny squirrel roof hole, and instead of figuring it out, they FALL OFF THE ROOF. And get back up to try, try again. Sadly for them, they are not flying squirrels. I'm enjoying my new pastime.

In other "happy with life" news, Mark and I have been dogsitting for my parents while they've been away on a fancy well-deserved vacation. They get back today, and are coming to pick up the dog tomorrow (hence the cleaning I'm planning to do), and I'm getting sad about that. It's been so nice to have Indy around, even though she is so farty and smelly. She's been really well behaved and sweet and funny, and I'm starting to really want to get a dog of my own. The only problem would be getting through that first rough year of training and puppy-terror.

PS - Indy has also been watching the squirrel show, and is enjoying it perhaps even more than I am.

a few things:

I just want to point out a couple of things:

• I'm unable to study ADHD for more than 15 minutes at a time
• Winners is currently selling at least three different types of fake fur short vests. For all of your fake fur fashion needs.

That is all.

Can't we all just be green??

I just had a very unpleasant encounter with my downstairs neighbor, who was so offended at my suggestion the maybe if people started throwing food into the green-bin with it's fancy locking mechanism instead of into the regular garbage in flimsy plastic bag then we would have less of a raccoon/squirrel/trash-all-over-the-backyard problem, that she proceeded to bitch me out for the last 10 minutes.

Her argument: Mark and I use the green bins because WE HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON OUR HANDS and thus are capable of sorting our garbage before we throw it out. She somehow is not phased with the time spent on the near-daily task of picking it up after it's been strewn across the backyard.

Seriously, it's like to her, the green bin doesn't even exist. I just can't understand it. It is a really good system, and it is useful both at home (locking food waste away from animals), and for the environment, as long as it isn't being used to heavy-up the regular garbage trucks. I stood my ground, saying that green-bins do take a little getting used to, but are really not that much more effort. It was really, really tough not to show how friggin irritated I was.

All I know is that with all the effort I put into preventing this kind of thing, I'm not cleaning up that mess.

I just spent 12 hours at school, mostly studying mental retardation and dementia. I just got home and Mark made us some tea. I just asked him why he would put so little water in the pot (it was almost empty, tea bags just dangling around). It turns out that I must have some serious visual neglect or something, because he's only now recovering from laughing at how I missed the two full mugs of tea right beside the empty teapot.

Damn this semester is long and busy. I hope one day I'll get to the point where I can just relax for a few days, see some friends, and not worry about studying.