Before Huey's Head Explodes

Here's a nice picture that shows my new haircut. Although it is a bit flat because I didn't wash it today. I took this while I was trying to make a passport sized photo to send to UBC along with my registration confirmation (I guess they need it for the Law directory and for my new student ID card - exciting!). But our printer isn't really good enough, so I will have to go get a proper passport photo taken. Which will inevitably look really, really bad. So unfortunate.

Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police

One of the best things about finally having cable and PVR? Daily repeats of Due South, recorded and waiting for me when I get home each day. Say what you want about the quality of the show, but this face is worth 45 minutes of cheesy dialogue, bad Canadian stereotypes and implausible plot twists. And then there's the uniform...Now there's a country that knows what to export.

Haircut Poll

I have an appointment with my new stylist on Saturday at 4:00pm and I am currently soliciting opinions on what sort of cut to go with. Voting is open until noon on Saturday. I reserve the right to ignore all your opinions. But I sincerely appreciate any input you care to give. So, which one do you like best?

a) A very short, playful flip, sported by Christa Miller during the early seasons of Scrubs


b) a sleek and sophisticated bob like one of these




c) my old standby Cynthia Nixon flip

It never rains, but it pours...

What sort of cosmic joke is this? I mean seriously. How much can a girl really take?
First of all, I had a marvelous weekend up in Whistler skiing with my parents. Which is great of course, but they're gone now, and I always have a tough time saying good-bye for who-knows-how-many months at a time. So I'm a little down because the weekend is over.
Then we have the wretchedness that is daylight savings time, robbing me of an hour of the precious sleep that keeps me sane.
Today also happens to be the hormonal roller coaster that is the day before my period starts.
These three circumstances have created a perfect storm of making me unhappy and depressed. And then I sat down to watch Corner Gas and oh my. When Lacey was leaving and Blue Rodeo was playing, I was just bawling.
On the plus side, at least I have 3 perfectly rational good reasons to be sad, and perhaps I am not actually going crazy, and I can have hope that tomorrow I might not spend the day on the verge of tears.
I also used the melancholy as a good excuse to have chocolate macaroons for supper. And I stand by that decision.

I am so smart, S-M-R-T

In all honesty, if someone asked me to name what I consider to be the defining pop icon of my generation (oh, if only someone would ask), I would say, without hesitation, Homer Simpson. Or if I could more broadly select a media product or event I would choose the Simpsons as a whole.

Think about it. In terms of sheer volume of references per day, I am sure The Simpsons has infiltrated my life and lexicon more than anything else. I’m sure I hit at least one Simpsonism per day. “D’oh”, “Excellent”, “Boo-urns”, “Sweet Merciful Crap”, “The Boy”, “I hope I didn’t brain my damage” “The Ultimate Behemoth” “Mmmm, doughnuts” and the good old Marge-grunt that defies onomatopoeic description are all constantly heard amongst my family and friends. If you speak to my Dad about my brother, the name Keith will never come up. It is always “the boy.” If Huey is mildly annoyed about something, “Boo-urns” on it.

Actually, I had already drafted this post before we went out tonight, and during the course of conversation, one of our friends called another friend "Gamblor." Which as everyone knows is Homer's name for the monster enslaving Marge when she becomes addicted to slots at the Burns Casino. I was astonished that my theory was being proven right before my very eyes, mere hours after its formulation.

Anyway, back to my original point: I am so smart. I got a 169 on my LSAT, which put me in the 97th percentile. I am well aware and confident that I could have done better, but in consideration of how under-prepared I was, at least compared to the crazy keeners that I overheard whining before the test started, I feel fairly satisfied.