i have a new job! finallyfinallyfinally. starbucks is no longer my domain, but a far more superior occupation. awesomeness is my responsibility.

brock took me out for some awesome thai food, authentic thai food, and it was great. and the wine was great too.

love tara.

i am so sick of working at starbucks and being treated like some subspecies of human. sometimes when someone treats you like ass you just have to think inside: "I am a better human being than you assface" and sometimes you have to take your revenge in small but effective ways. like switching decaf to caf or vice versa, or reheating milk that shouldn't probably be reheated or being slow on purpose. last thursday was the last day i worked and i was incredibly bad tempered because my manager was an hour late and it was -15 and i was locked out of the store. at 5:30 am. a normal person would have gone home, but me being so nice decided to stay because when she finally did show up she would be screwed. i forgot to wear socks that day and nearly got frostbite in my unlined boots. today though sucked because working at starbucks sucks and the whole company policy bites ass and the regional manager is a dumbass and I could do a better job than that asshole and i have a masters degree in political science yet am working at starbucks. it sucks all the more because i'm ready to leave and move on, and have been interviewing with some places and wish they would just hurry up and give me the sweetass job i deserve.

yesterday we checked out the toronto fair thingy down at nathan phillips square, and there were way too many people and it was way to full of life insurance sponsorship to stay. plus, it was way too beautiful outside for the whole ice skating/ice sculpture. man, i was way too hot even in a vest. woah. a little much on the way there.

we also went to caban on queen, a place that completely shocked me in that i haven't ever gone in there before despite my strong presence on queen and this places total awesomeness. we're scouting out places to get furniture from for our new apartment, and i totally fell in love with this place to a level ikea has never inspired.

then we hopped on the streetcar to go down to the beaches but on the way i was distracted by the toronto humane society so a spur of the moment decision saw me run off the bus and brock scrambling to catch up. i have never seen a bunch of sadder cats. we're planning on getting two cats this summer from there once we're more settled.

then we waited to get back on the streetcar, and there was this cop who pulled over a cabbie, and then an undercover cop screeched onto the sidewalk, and another cop pulled in front. it was difficult to understand what was going on, but the cab driver was definitely yelling quite loudly. but the streetcar came before anything could be figured out.

we got off again around woodbine, and walked down to the boardwalk and strolled there for a while. its fun, but its always busy, and there are way to many dogs. its quite peaceful though to walk alongside lake ontario, even if it smells. we walked back upto queen once we were a bit more central, and grabbed some sushi at the best place in town. tasty shit, yumei sushi. get it? its pronouced yummy. haha. funny.

then we scouted for apartments, saw a few, wrote some numbers down, and that was that. we went home. there were these people who were my age on the subway who got on a couple stops after we did who talked loudly about things you don't want to hear ugly people talk about. like dirty talk during sex, a friend of theirs who had lost weight, and the typical throw in discussion on whether hydro is environmentally friendly. talk about people trying to impress.

now i'm at home and its raining out but the fire is on and i am toasting my toes. cross watching cbc sunday with evan soloman and citypulse 24, always fun to watch. drinking my casi ciello and eating a pineapple and a lemon danish. today will be a delicious day.

today i have been feeling particularly aggressive and i have wanted to punch people out all day. like push old people down escalators and disabled people onto yonge street kinda aggressive. i was at chapters and i ended up having two grande americanos which in total has six shots and man have i been wound for sound. also, i have been waiting for the place i had an interview at this week to contact me but they didn't today so now i have to wait for monday which sucks and has made me angry. neither of these factors has helped my aggresive tendencies much. anyways when brock came home from work i pretty much ambushed him and beat him up and got him into this wicked thumb hold where he was pinned on the ground with no ability for movement with me sitting triumphantly on top while he pleaded for mercy. to get out of this hold, i decided that he would have to sing his choice of gloria estafan song. he didn't know any, so he suggested vanessa williams in her place, and gave the song his all. it was great, but also pretty emasculating. poor boy came home from a hard and long day at work to confront a psychotic girlfriend high on caffeine. it got to the point where he just decided to turtle while i circled him yelling amazingly awesome insults. bullies in elementary school are definitely onto something. people may think this is mean, but all in all 19 times out of 20 brock is the retarded one, so that 1 time i am allowed to get as retarded as i want. in the end, i forced him to buy me supper at this awesome indian restaurant run by nerdy white people who were probably those flakes who are outcasts and only fit in with weirdos who go to India to get all enlightened and shit and come back full of pretentious ideas that they are better than you. anyways, this place has pretty good food. its called Veda and its near yonge and bloor. i got the butter tofu, chickpea curry, and spinach rice. we also went to rogers where i allowed brock to gain some semblance of masculinity back by choosing the movies. he picked two for the money and lord of war, both gay but whatever. i'm still hyper though but less agressive and i have no idea how i'm gonna sleep tonight. all i know is that tomorrow we're going to the beaches to scout out future residences (we decided we're gonna move there come april first) and indulge in yumei sushi. awesome.

i ate too much today and now i feel fat + i had a job interview today and now i feel like its no longer in my hands + i had surge in horomones today due to upcoming menstration and now i feel bitchy

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beware.

completely unscientific and due to nothing more than playing around with seat projections and graphs from LISPOP.

conservatives - 115
liberals - 108
ndp - 29
bloc - 55
independant - 1

(i wouldn't be surprised with a conservative minority or a liberal minority though. actually nothing much would surprise me. but let it be known here that i said it first - if the conservatives are elected, we are heading towards one major ass recession. or a bombing. something like that.)

i had pasta so good today that i think i had a small orgasm while eating it. the bliss of completion has surrounded me since, but then again, its been all over me since that romp in the sack this morning. oh saturdays, how i love you so....

...except for the fact that we're watching sexy beast right now, which might be good for the brit-gangsta boy lovah, but not so much for the girl who would much rather watch breakfast at tiffanies. but i guess anything is better than watching star wars III for the fourth saturday in a row. we're exciting people, i know.

i want to see metric. i just discovered them (i'm always tragically behind in terms of new music, meaning the bands are old hat by the time i find them) and want to see them live. the only concerts i ever go to are the ones brock drags me to (matthew good, matthew good, and oh ya, that matthew good concert) and before that, it was all i mother earth...coinciding with the fact that the drummer and guitarist are my uncles so i got in free. so, as you can see, i have to stop this musical laziness and start developing a better repetoire. especially now that i live in toronto.

but why is music that important? most is lame, and overated, and most everything sounds the same. and its so much of an effort to keep up with the scene ect and honestly, i prefer to hear my own thoughts than some crappyass band swelled with their own importance just because some people showed up just to listen to them. gah, how boring. and sometimes, just sometimes, its way more fun to listen to shitty pop than to dreary deep indie rock. and then people think you suck because of your so-called bad taste in music.

whatever. it's just so boring and cliche and way to much effort.

end of rant and back to ye olde sexy beast...who is not, as the title would imply, all that sexy.

all i have to say is this: nancy kerrigan skating with uncle joey????

we have reached the height of evolution here in north america.

awesome.

i went to indigo yesterday, got an americano misto at starbucks, and snuck in the latest edition of gossip girls. my god, this series is so depraved and outrageous, i can't believe teenage girls read this stuff. actually, i can, cause its totally addicting. screw the babysitters club, this generation of girls wants the new york socialite scene, complete with hard drugs, meaningless sex, and designer labels. yesterdays book ended up with the two main characters making out. 17 year old girls. talk about saucy.

brock is canvassing for the green party tonight and i am not. not that i support the greens anyways. i'm a member of the liberal party, and i live in a pretty solid liberal constituency, so no worries for me. i'm finding it hard to swallow that the conservatives might take this election, but honestly, its more of a problem with steven harper than the actual party itself. and even then, he's only a 'first among equals', with not that many significant vested powers alone. plus, with a minority, the party could be rather easily overthrown if they adopt too far of a conservative agenda. but can you see him as the leader of canada? representing our nation internationally? talk about embarrassing. such a creepy and shifty man. why the hell is peter mackay not the leader of that party? at least i could accept that for four years. god (ala napoleon). end of rant.

ok, this is a story. too boring to be fake, yet real enough for you to just look at the pretty pictures that resulted.

so. today was fun.

i woke up regretably late, given that i have to get up regretably early tomorrow. and, in my usual conniving manner, i managed to talk brock into going to yorkdale mall on a saturday for purposes none other than browsing. excellent.

the subway ride was long and hard. it took forever. but we ended up there, and despite the draw of the top tier of humanity--impressive in their sheer numbers--we left after an hour. at least we got to see the apple store and fossil.

then we were on our way to the AGO, part of our continued tour of the cultural excellence that is toronto. and, much like the ROM (where we went last weekend), much of that excellence is restricted due to the extensive renovations both are undergoing. i mean, you'd think they'd at least stagger the renovations or something, for the attentive viewing public. we decided that the AGO was a no go, with only 25% of the same ol same ol open. i mean, you can only take so much of the group of seven.

so, on our way out we were unsure of what to do. at 4 it was still to early too go home and crash. yet the wind was bitterly cold, so a decision needed to be made. and with the cn tower in sight, we decided to head there. and, after a brief detour for americano numero trois, we made it.

despite my incredible fear of heights.

i'm not going to go on and on about this fear, given that the majority of people have it. it's a common fear, a very human fear. but man, was i nervous, were my hands and feet soaked with sweat, and did i ever feel sick at the thought of travelling that high voluntarily. but we bought tickets, and after spending money like that you kinda feel obligated to travel that high up into the air.

so we went to the elevator. or shall i say elevator line, and waited forever to get up there. and i can't believe they don't provide an elevator option that has no windows looking out into the space that the occupants of said elevator will fall into their inevitably gory and tragic death. i just hid behind brock as we went up and deluded myself into thinking other happy, more grounded (haha), thoughts.

at first i freaked and needed to sit. my centre of gravity was all out of wack, and much as you might try to delude yourself into thinking you are on solid ground, thats a total no go. your body can tell. but being that high was cool, after you get used to it. you can see the US from that high, as well as the entire city. we saw the sunset, and took many pictures, and elbowed elderly phillipino women out of the way to get a better shot. brock went down a level and walked on the glass floor while i silently freaked out across the hall. thats when i started thinking about fires, emergency exits, and the liklihood that the tower would probably tip over given the windiness of the day.

we went down the elevator, which was way different than going up. but this time i chanced a peek and it looked pretty cool. we followed the tracks, and bought this dorky tourist picture of us, then we immediately to the arcade at brocks insistence. and how can you not go to an arcade without playing a game?

when we left the building it was cold and windy. but we trudged onwards diligently, step after step taking us closer to union station. we hopped on, made plans for eats, and went to the grocery store plenty of stations north. getting food was fun, and we opened up a package of chocolate covered almonds in the process and ate them like little thieves. yet when it came time to check out, it was discovered among us that brock's wallet was gone oh gone.

of course, that was the dealbreaker. but after much angst and cancelling of credit cards and freezing of bank accounts, the founder of the wallet called and things are now all good.

so now i can watch saturday night live, or XXX or Escape from New York in peace. having had a decent day, and knowing that i have to wake up at 4:45am tomorrow to work for the assiest store in existence.

i think the whole world is pretty much insane. no one told me how idiotic the business world can be, so everything has been so much a surprise. i mean, i can be a natural cynic, and have a very dry sense of humor, and i know that i will never ever fit into this world. like tonight, we had to go to starbucks headquarters and do some sort of management feedback exchange and it was so utterly and completely gay. i mean, i could look for a less derogatory word to describe it, but i really can't. i mean, all these acronyms to stand for all these concepts, all these touchy feely questions and stuff. we were reviewing our manager to the district manager, and they asked us three questions - one was what do you know about her, another was what don't you know, and the last was what do you want her to know about you. so rather than talk about real management issues, like her awful scheduling habits and her contantly calling in sick, we talked about what her favourite colour was, and how she was getting married at casaloma in 2007. it was so, so bad.

fortunately, however, i smoked two joints before the meeting with the assistant manager. it was pretty cool, but made me kinda paranoid at the meeting. i mean, i was almost positive that everyone could tell (they couldn't) and was silently freaking out. then i came across the thought that everyone there was probably high, quite logical given the retarded things people were talking and laughing about. then i just concentrated on eating the pizza in front of me and not giggling. the person across from me was making evil monkey faces at me the whole time, so that didn't help.

so yah, the world is full of morons. corporations suck, even the ones that try not too. i know i'm probably gonna get fired eventually for my shitty attitude towards the company. but i think i may have to start showing up to work more often high.

starbucks made me do it.

i had a million stalks of asparagus last night and i never knew just how strange the smell of pee becomes because. it is pretty much insane. but somewhat intriguing as well.

i'm thinking of creating the best drink ever for starbucks. i will call it the assmunchiatto. customers that are anal or rude will get it. first off, the milk will be steamed not by a wand, but by a starbucks employee's ass. second, 'special' flavouring will be added to the bottom, five pumps for venti, four for grande, three for tall, and two for short. then add an espresso shot, pour the steamed milk, and serve it with the middle finger pointing towards the customer, a personal trick of mine for the especially bitchy.

i say bitchy because it is always, without fail, the female customers that are the rudest. especially if they are joggers.

and just so you know, death cab for cutie is my new favourite band. also, my new favourite song is love robbery by lazy.

i worked out today with my personal trainer and man am i going to sore tomorrow. she made me work out in what i call the boy section cause there are only ever boys in that section. while there we figured out the extent to which i am uncoordinated. anything that had to do with the big ball meant that i would fall off it. it was seriously funny. people were definitely staring and i couldn't stop laughing, and my personal trainer was just shaking her head. that half ball thing? i was being coerced into doing these frog jumps/squats on it and man was that embarrassing. and my voice, which is naturally high, was getting all whiney and i was hating myself for complaining but couldn't stop because i am a wimp.

i am addicted to makeup right now and all i have been doing is buying makeup and looking at fashion magazines for makeup and watching music videos to be inspired by makeup. i really want to do the black smudgy look like hilary duff and ashlee simpson but always mess up. i always used liners, but i think that black eyeshadow might be a better way to go. smudgylicious.

we are watching the canada versus russia junior game right now and canada is ass-raping russia. awesome.