colour blind

in general, i am a fairly laid back person. i am quite particular about the way i like things and obsessive in that way, but when it comes to 'issues', it's not often that i get riled up. there are, however, a few topics that i have very strong opinions about. racism is one of those things. so it makes sense that my mind is flying right now...

i just finished watching a documentary called hue - all about cultures all over the world valuing light skin above darker variations and the extremes that people go to and the discrimination people who are darker than others of their culture go through, not only from "white" people, but from themselves. i found it interesting that there was absolutely no mention of light skinned people who spend thousands of dollars and hours to tan their skin... but i guess that would take away from the point. just something to keep in mind. and, believe me, i do get it. it may go both ways, but not equally. that is for sure.

hating other people based on things they have no control over (their race, their situation they were born into, their looks, etc.) or their life choices (who they choose to love, how they want to live) has never made sense to me, especially if their life has no bearing at all on others. i wish it was this way for everyone. and i wish that people (INCLUDING myself) were happy to be who they are. i wish that differences were celebrated instead of used as a means to ostracise and separate.

i guess it's human nature to seek out others "like us"in order to categorize and define ourselves. we want to be surrounded by people who share similarities - same tastes, same lifestyles. that makes sense. but i also think we grow as human beings when we venture outside of what we know to understand those with a different perspective.

i just think, as humans, we were given this beautiful world we inhabit to enjoy. why do we do horrible things to each other?

i have so much more going on in my head right now, but it's disorganized, so i'll save it for another time.

top 10 christmas movies

i'm supposed to be packing to leave at 5am tomorrow... flying to my parent's place for a superquick christmas visit. but, i hate packing. so i made a list instead!

these are the 10 best christmas movies as determined my me. (they are MY favourites. of course they don't include some 'classics'.)

and be forewarned ~ i'm totally gonna cheat.

1. mickey's christmas carol - my very favourite christmas movie EVER. hands down. i can recite the entire thing. oh, and JIMINY!!

2. home alone & home alone 2 (see, cheating.) - classics. but only the first 2. any others are an abomination.

3. miracle on 34th street - both the 1947 and 1994 versions. different movies but equally great. tear up every time.

 

4. elf - this is hubby's tradition. has to watch it every year. it is great though. 

5. the santa clause - i LOVE this movie. it's magical.

6. the grinch - again, with the magic and the feels.

7. the bishop's wife / the preacher's wife - (still cheating.) TOTALLY different movies but both great.

8. a charlie brown christmas - love when they all gather around the paino and "ooh-ooh-ooh" the carols. and the tree! iconic.

9. rudolph the red-nosed reindeer - c'mon.

10. frosty the snowman - ditto. (and karen ftw.)

honourable mention: the night they saved christmas - i watched this as a kid once or twice and never forgot it. i thought it was so magical. then i watched it as an adult....  supercheesy 80's movie, but i still kind of love it. 

now go ahead and tell me about all the ones i left off my list...

daily vignette: day 8

unwrapped gifts

opened christmas presents with niecey and oldest nephew (and sil and fil) tonight via skype since we won't be at home on christmas day. that's usually our tradition. wake up and have videos calls with all the sibs and kids scattered all across the country. 

daily vignette: day 7

cupcakes

i wish i was one of those people who enjoyed food. instead, i have a hate/hate relationship with it. i hate food and it hates me. who knows who is to blame for this psychological defect? point is, i'm not someone who enjoys eating. and grocery shopping is it's own form of torture. this depicts the only section of the grocery store i don't loathe. because... cupcakes. that is one food i like. 

daily vignette: day 6

daruma

it's good to remind myself from time to time that i don't give up on everything i attempt. 
daruma dolls are a japanese thing (read about them here, if you're interested). when you get one, the eyes are blank. you determine a goal and fill in one of the them. when you successfully complete your task, you fill in the other eye. 
i got to fill in the second eye of this guy when i graduated with my ECE diploma. yay me. 

daily vignette: day 5

the nest

where i spend an unbelievably high ratio of time - sometimes called the fort, the tent, the cloud. usually just refered to as my nest. it's very, very comfy. 

daily vignette: day 4

cup of tea

i love tea. that's all i really need to say about that. this very scene is probably one of the things i see most often in my life - 3 or 4 times a day. 

daily vignette: day 3

makeshift christmas tree

since hubby and i are going to visit family in winnipeg this year and won't be home for christmas, we decided not to put up our tree. but i always have lights on my beautiful fake tree that sits in my kitchen all year round, right beside where i spend the majority of my time at my kitchen table where i have my computer and all my "crap". it makes me feel merry and bright - so we thought we would put the few gifts that are at the house around that one instead. 

daily vignette: day 2

my front door (from the inside)

i love my home. i have lived in many different houses but have never really felt "at home" before. i do now. and i feel fortunate to live here. it's a lovely building with many nice features, but i'm thinking of the love, acceptance, security, safety and comfort i have found here - probably more to do with my co-occupant than anything else.

daily vignette - the beauty of the mundane

i decided to start a new daily challenge. i have no fixed time limit in mind, but a year would be great. or a month. whatever. i will decide later. the only decision i have made right now is to start.

every day, i'm going to take a picture of a piece of a scene - a vignette - depicting a piece of my everyday life. something to remind me of the small things i appreciate. something to remind me to notice the small things. something to keep me focused and keep me present. 

day 1: hubby's stuff on the bathroom counter
makes me glad that he's around. it's been a rough few days for me and he's been wonderful and supportive. little reminders of his existence like this makes me happy.

merry christmas

i'm taking a page from my friend brina's music monday playlists and am attempting to make one too. so here are 50 of my favourite christmas songs ~ something i've been compiling to keep my holiday spirit up.
i'm all over the place. i know that and am completely okay with it.

Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters - Mele Kalikimaka

Nsync - O Holy Night

John Williams - Carol of the Bells (from Home Alone)

Libera - Once in Royal David’s City

The Mills Brothers - I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

Weezer - The First Noel

John Denver & The Muppets - The Twelve Days of Christmas

Frank Sinatra - Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Barenaked Ladies - Sleigh Ride

Vince Guaraldi - O Christmas Tree (from Charlie Brown)

The Irish Rovers - Good King Wenceslas

Monica - Grown Up Christmas List

The Drifters - White Christmas


Whitney Houston - Joy to the World


Larry Groce & Disneyland Children's Sing-Along Chorus - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town


Ella Fitzgerald - Jingle Bells


Burl Ives - Holly Jolly Christmas

Brenda Lee - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

Alvin and the Chipmunks - Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

Bobby Helms - Jingle Bell Rock


Schubert - Ave Maria

Bing Crosby - It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas


Jackie Evancho - Silent Night

Mannheim Steamroller - Deck the Halls

Eartha Kitt - Santa Baby

Elmo & Patsy - Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer


Johnny Mercer & Margaret Whiting - Baby, It’s Cold Outside


Harry Connick Jr. - What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

Louis Armstrong - ‘Zat You, Santa Claus

Billy Gilman - Angels We Have Heard on High

Jimmy Durante - Frosty the Snowman

Nat King Cole - The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)

Kenny G - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas


Rosemary Clooney & Gene Autry - The Night Before Christmas

Jackson 5 - I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Anne Murrary - Christmas in Killarney

Mahalia Jackson - What Child Is This?

Andy Williams - It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Babyface - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

The Honey Trees - It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Michael Bublé - Winter Wonderland

Kelly Clarkson - I’ll Be Home for Christmas


Dixieland Jazz Band - Go Tell It On the Mountain

Christina Aguilera - This Christmas

Dean Martin - Silver Bells

A Hero for the World - We Three Kings


Mariah Carey - All I Want for Christmas


Charles Brown - Merry Christmas Baby


Bing Crosby & David Bowie - The Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth

Tchaikovsky - Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy (from The Nutcracker)

these last 2 aren't real christmas songs... so they don't count (and i couldn't keep it down to 50).

Blink-182 - I Won't Be Home For Christmas

Sam Bradley - Christmas Lights

and freshly minted, enjoy another one from sam bradley

https://soundcloud.com/sambradleyofficial/ill-be-home-for-christmas

*also~ check out musicbobbylong.com for the BEST cover of joni mitchell’s river and god rest ye merry gentlemen (2 of the 3 songs in the music player on the righthand side)

hope

yet another thing i picked up from my favourite new tv show...

yesterday, i was alerted to the fear of joy. dr. brené brown pointed out how so many people tamp down their feelings of joy with the idea that it will be taken away from them. if they don't let themselves get too wrapped up in joy, then they think they won't feel so devastated when things take the inevitable turn and something goes wrong. instead of just feeling gratitude for the joyous moments, we automatically turn towards how the moment can be ripped away. 

i think this goes hand in hand with hope. we teach ourselves not to hope too much, so that when we don't receive what we hoped for, we aren't that disappointed. why do we do this? it's stupid. you cannot shield yourself from disappointment. it's a part of life. whether it's expected or out of the blue, it's not fun. but maybe, if we give ourselves over to giddy feelings hope ignites and let ourselves feel our own joy, those moments will carry us through those unpleasant times. 

also, i believe so strongly in the law of attraction. if we don't expect that the things we hope for will come to us - and that we DESERVE them - they won't. if we hope for something, we put that out there into the universe. make it known! hope is like a prayer. 

all that said ~ i am hoping that a) i will be offered this job and b) it will be an enjoyable, fulfilling experience and/or be a stepping stone towards being able to do what i ultimately want to do, which is to help others on their own journeys.
if it's not, i know i will be disappointed, but i also know the disappointment won't crush me. 

the incredible story of what happened to me today

you may or may not know that i have been unemployed for a year and a half now. well, technically, a lot longer than that... but i graduated from college in june of last year and have been doing "nothing" since then. i kept saying i didn't want a job in my field. i never even tried to get one. and in that time, i only handed in applications for 3 other jobs (tea stores and a toy store). i've been sitting around waiting for inspiration to strike because i didn't have any clue what i want to do - only what i didn't want to do. 
i am in the unique and blessed position that i don't NEED to work for necessity. hubby has a good job and takes care of everything we need. i only need a job to give my life structure (i do not do well without routine and social interaction) and purpose. i haven't gotten one in all this time because i didn't know where my "purpose" lies. 

lately, i have been on somewhat or a personal journey (why i say i'm not really doing nothing) - some might say it's a spiritual journey. whatever. not really the point right now. but i've been seeking a lot recently and it's either spurred by or opened me up to (chicken or the egg) a feeling like... the universe is trying to tell me something. i don't mean to sound hokey or cheesy. i just ....i don't really know how to explain it. 
sometimes you hear people talk about getting a "calling". my own father claims this. when i was a child, he felt called to ministry and left a cushy life and a career in dentistry. other people always seem to know what they are supposed to be doing with their life. but i think as with the majority of people, i felt completely lost on that front. and yet, i believe that everyone HAS a purpose and when you don't know what it is, the universe will send you messages and point you in the right direction. 
recently i have felt that one of these messages was trying to make itself known. i had no idea what is was going to be or if i was missing something. to use a metaphor, it was like i was waiting for a phone call but maybe the ringer on my phone was off. or even listening to a radio, waiting for a personalized message, but like the message was in italian and i wasn't understanding. the universe (i'm only calling it this for ease of vocabulary, btw) was trying to tell me something but i couldn't hear it. 

today, i was watching tv and the topic of conversation was purpose and"the hero's journey"/call to action. jean houston said everyone gets a call (or several) and to ignore it will destroy you. then she said something i'd never heard before. it's not always a call for your life's great purpose but calls can be to do certain things along the journey. she used the example of getting married or getting a job. this immediately struck a cord with me. it occurred to me maybe i was going about this the wrong way. maybe it wasn't that i should find the right job but that i should find A job. something to kickstart the opportunities i've been waiting for. so i made a decision. as soon as the show was over, i was gonna send out another resume. maybe to starbucks. i don't even drink coffee, but at least the heart of the company is something i believe in. 

i kid you not, TWO MINUTES LATER~ i swear... two minutes after this mini epiphany, the doorbell rang. to add a fun little layer to the surreality of this situation, i will just point out the fact that i never answer the door. never. before hubby left for work, he said he was expecting a package via courier that wouldn't leave it without a signature and please, please, please answer the door when it shows up. so when the bell rang, i paused the show reluctantly got up to get it, thinking that's what it was. 
as soon as i opened the door, i saw i was wrong. two people with sick kids hospital id tags were there. of course, i immediately knew why they were there. they wanted money. and i immediately felt like a fool. i was wearing pajamas '(consisting of giant pj pants and a nyan cat shirt) and have my ridiculous hair in a spiky tuft of a pathetic ponytail on top of my head and also am in the midst of a real lovely breakout. 
it's not like i had anything pressing to do and these people were funny and nice and it was cold and i didn't want to just say no and shut the door in their faces, so i stood there talking to them for a bit, joking around about my embarrassing ensemble and that i had no money because i was clearly unemployed. 
after a few minutes, the guy was like, "you know, we're hiring. and you seem kind of awesome. if you want, call our office. you're practically guaranteed a job and i'll give you a recommendation." i almost laughed out loud. and i almost cried. (either really would have completed my look, don't you think?) he said "sometimes opportunity knocks, right?" 
yeah. and sometimes it stands at your door and slaps you in the face to make sure you get the message. 

i think this is gonna be a 2-parter. there is something else going on here too. stay tuned. --> here

who am i going to be today?

how are kids so smart? it's because they are closer to the source from where they came. time hasn't had a chance to teach them otherwise. we are born with the knowledge of what life is and as we grow older, we fall further from that truth.

a child will say to their mom, i'm not (her name). today, i'm a princess. 
this is a beautiful thought.

we all have that right to begin each day with a fresh start. to wake up and decide who we are going to be today. 
and if you want to be a princess, be the best damn princess you can be.

such a shame

sometimes i think the shit i come up with to say to other people is pure gold. it's too bad they can't seem to appreciate it.  (lol. modest much?)

why did i say that?

i have been obsessed - OBSESSED - lately by a specific tv show on oprah's network ~ super soul sunday. 

those that i'm closest to know this already because i won't stop talking about it. i think it's so important in the world right now. i wish i could force everyone on the planet to watch it. in it, oprah has a conversation with various thinkers and spiritual leaders. they discuss different aspects of getting it touch with what really matters. 
i get so excited about it because i'm totally into this whole spiritual awakening thing. i am big on compassion and being present and gratitude and the law of attraction, etc. each episode of the show delves into some or all of these. it's thought provoking - making me think deeply on a lot of different things. every time i watch it, i have moment after moment of discovery, understanding, and recognition.

i was talking to my dad the other day. i can't remember now what about but i brought up the show. 
in the past, he has been very resistant to any type of thought that doesn't match up with his own. when i was interested in some of the aspects of buddhism and taoism in high school, he had said something like i had no need to look any further than my own (his own) christian beliefs. that was the only truth that mattered. it was as if anything that wasn't part of christianity was a direct attack on his belief system.
after many conversations like this, i learned to just keep anything "different" to myself. i'm not sure if his views have changed at all recently but i also know that the older people get, the more rigid in their beliefs they can become. and i know some other topics, he has not budged at all on - so it's unlikely anything has changed.
knowing this, when i mentioned the show, i downplayed it. i shrugged off something i actually feel very strongly about by describing it as "one of those hippy-dippy type of shows." this isn't even a phrase in my normal vocabulary. it's something he says a lot. 

i have no idea why i did that and felt like an inauthentic asshole afterwards. sometimes it's like my parents make me regress into this fearful child who can't stand up for what she believes in. it's weird and disconcerting. 

can i help?

"Can I help you?" said Jane.

Though Jane herself had no inkling of it, those words were the keynote of her character. Any one else would probably have said, "What is the matter?" But Jane always wanted to help; and, though she was too young to realize it, the tragedy of her little existence was that nobody ever wanted her help... not even Mother, who had everything a heart could wish.

L. M. Montgomery

Jane of Lantern Hill - chapter 3

~~~~~~~~
i think when someone offers to help you - truly WANTS to help you - you should accept. even if you are doing something that requires a set skill level. if it turns out that if you hand it over to someone else, it will create more work for you to fix it afterwards, don't give them THAT job. 
it's like with a child. they are so eager to be involved in the "grown-up" things that you do. if they offer to help with dinner, you obviously don't give them the ingredients and leave the kitchen. but they can help stir or set the table or ...whatever. to deny a child their desire to be of assistance... i believe this crushes something within them. it's rejection. and good luck getting them to do anything when they are a teenager and more capable. you've already trained that willingness out of them.

it's really the same thing with adults. if a friend sees you working hard on something or struggling through something and says 'if there is anything i can do to help'... let them. even if it's just the mundane side stuff. speaking from personal experience, this can solidify a relationship. it's saying 'yes, i accept your offer and value you enough to involve you in this thing that is important to me'.

on the flip side, if you ask someone to help you, you are doing both of you a disservice if you don't spell out exactly what you want from them. if you are vague or say 'do whatever you want', which is fine, don't later on change around what they are doing or tell them they are doing it wrong. if you want something specific, be specific. if you made the mistake of not being detailed enough in the beginning and the help you are receiving is no longer what you need, it's not that difficult to let the person know that their assistance is still valued but your needs have shifted. to ignore this can destroy a friendship. 

above all, be grateful. when someone helps you, they are sharing a part of themselves with you. recognize that. let them know you appreciate them. everyone wants that validation. 

old facebook groups

remember back in the early days of fb... i used to have a "group" for people who were in my japanese class at U of T. it lasted a little longer than the actual school year but was eventually deleted because it had the copyrighted videos they used as class material (even though it was a closed group and they were only being used by us and the videos were all available to us on our class website).

i was just thinking about this group... i created it mostly to chat with fellow students about class material and study tips, etc. there was a small group of us who met weekly to go over the lessons and help each other out. (the way first year japanese classes are structured was that there was one lecture on mondays which included all the 1st year students. i don't remember how many, but it was a lot. like 200 maybe? and then we were split into groups of about 25 for daily tutorial classes 3 more times a week. you didn't really get a chance to know anyone who wasn't in your section. there was only one person who was included in our study sessions and fb group who wasn't in my section.) 

~anyway...

i used to post these article-type-things on there. these long posts about certain course material that i found interesting or had found related material elsewhere that would give more in-depth understanding of the concepts. granted, it was mostly for my own benefit. i really have to delve into something to truly understand it. i have to find something to relate to in order for it to stick. but some of them said it was interesting and helpful to them as well, so... yay. 

looking back on it now, i so wish i had copied these things down somewhere. (i'm actually really surprised i didn't, with the way i hoard stuff.) they would have been nice additions to this blog. and helpful as a refresher now that hubby and i have decided to go back to japan again. *sigh* hindsight...

the story of my hair

*sigh* well, my hair is almost all gone...

posted this on instagram and facebook yesterday.
the response was... amusing, to say the least.

although i hate how i look with short hair, i don't regret it at all. 

six and a half years ago, i had long BLACK hair. it was admittedly too dark a shade for me and looked harsh, but it didn't start out that way. i first started dying my hair a nice dark brown colour. i loved that. blonde does NOT suit me. you would think, because i'm so pale and have light eyes, that it would work. nope! i liked the contrast of the dark hair and paler features.  ...anyway~

when the roots grew in, it was atrocious. and when i'd dye it all to cover them, the remainder would get darker and darker each time so that's how i eventually ended up at black. that was a nightmare when the roots started to grow even a bit. it became impossible to keep up with, so i decided to grow it out, chop off the black, and start afresh. 

went around like this for a good six months

nice, huh?

whenever some look i try doesn't work out to be aesthetically pleasing, i always say, "oh well. it's just hair. it'll grow." i think i'm pretty lucky. my hair grows relatively quickly. knowing that and the fact that there are so many people who, for many different reasons, CAN'T grow their own gave me the idea that i can give mine to one of those people. i made the decision to grow my hair specifically with the intention to cut it when it was long enough to be made into a wig for someone fighting cancer. it's such a horrible disease (who out of us has not been touched in some way or another?) and no one deserves to have to fight that battle. 

i don't have a job, so i can't really give anyone money. i'm not skilled at a lot of things, so i can't help that way. let's face it ~ i'm lazy! so it seems unrealistic to think i would get off my ass to physically help someone. but sitting back and letting nature do what it does with the end result of benefiting someone else seemed like a good way to go. all i had to do was not dye it and let it grow.

like i said~ that was 6.5 years ago. 

i started off with a pixie cut. for some reason, i had always wanted one. (actually, i started with a cut i did myself in my bathroom, and then decided to have it "cleaned up" professionally and went even shorter.) well, that curiosity was satisfied and i will never go that short ever again. it was a very awkward two years. 

my handiwork

what i paid someone to do to me

the last year has been weird, hair wise. a year ago, it had reached the limit for the length of what i would personally want. it ceased to feel like "my hair" and began to feel like i was just holding something for someone else. i'm not sure if that makes sense or if you can liken that to another experience...  it felt like i was growing someone else's hair. technically, that's exactly what i was doing. in the last few months, it's been almost unmanageable. it was too long for me. it got caught in and under things constantly. it took half an hour to wash and another 15 minutes to comb through and dry. i mostly wore it up in a bun just to keep it out of the way. i was trying to hold out as long as possible but it was time to get rid of it.

the point of no return - taken sept 2013

so yesterday, i went to truly you ~ a salon/clinic that's part of the capilia network which specializes in hair loss solutions. they partner with a foundation running a program called angel hair for kids which accepts hair donations to make wigs for sick and financially disadvantaged children. i had contacted them back in february after finding them in an extensive internet search. (i didn't want to give my hair to a place that would use it for salon training purposes or to make extensions for someone who just couldn't be bothered to grow their own hair.) 

before

after

the whole process is kind of fun and the staff at truly you are really great. they ooh-ed and ahh-ed over my hair and made me feel really good about what i was doing. after the technician/stylist asked what i wanted as a final style, she sectioned off and bundled up my hair into little ponytails before cutting them off. i didn't get an actual measurement but i think the longest bits were about 17". my hair was layered, especially in the front, so some sections were quite a bit shorter. 

and now i'm back at square one ~ short hair i must suffer through until i'm comfortable with it. but if the hair i gave away makes a little girl smile and feel better about herself... that's all i could ever ask for. 

challenge

a few months ago, someone tagged me in a photo challenge thing on facebook. mutual friends were also tagged and, in turn, tagged me in theirs. within a week, five people had challenged me to the same thing.

it's seemingly pretty simple. post five pictures of yourself that make you feel beautiful.

simple.... unless you are me.

now, i love challenges. i also like groupings, and themes, and organizing. so i wanted to do it. but...

i hate myself.

dramatic? perhaps. but 100% true. christian grey has nothing on me.

my first (and second and third, etc.) reaction to this challenge was "too bad. impossible."  no such pictures exist. i couldn't even pick ONE picture where i felt beautiful. because that never happens. i see myself as ugly.

beauty, to me, entails a level of perfection. i am soooooo far from perfect. when i look in the mirror, all i see is flaws. it's sad. and it hurts. i'm not pretty. most of the time, i think i shouldn't even show myself in public.

but here i am, months later feeling ...off... because i didn't accept/complete this challenge. in fact, i ignored each and every post. no explanation as to why. (i'm just a jerk that never responds to anything on fb.) i didn't want to tell them my reason because i didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me or try to tell me otherwise. i am not one to say something negative about myself as a way of fishing for compliments. compliments actually make me very uncomfortable. (very odd for a praise junkie. but that's all about achievement - things i've done. not looks or personality. unless you tell me i'm funny. i love hearing that. ...but only if it's true. lol.)

but how pathetic that i can't find just five pictures of myself that i like.

since i feel i can't actually complete this challenge as it was posed but have that lingering feeling of unease for having left it, i'm going to do the closest thing i can. five pictures to post on fb where i feel "socially acceptable". (i was almost going to say 'comfortable', but even that leaves room to tear myself down for one reason or another. how can i feel comfortable when there are so many things to fix? *sigh* anyway...)

five pictures i don't hate. close as i can get. challenge accepted.

weezer - update

i did finally narrow down my top weezer songs for my friends blog (went with 16... 15 was too difficult). we coordinated our posts - her music monday and my editorial on fandom in general as well as recounting my experience winning an autographed guitar from a free weezer contest. for the curious, here are those links.

thoughts on fandom

music monday - weezer

weezer fangirl adventures part 1

weezer fangirl adventures part 2

and, because everyone should enjoy their talent, here is weezer's new single (available now on itunes - album drops oct. 7th)

weezer

my friend writes a weekly column for our other friend's blog ~ music monday. (actually, she does a throwback thursday post each week too...) each week has a theme, like today was drinking songs. or sometimes she picks a particular artist to focus on. they are really great, btw. if you haven't seen them, check them out.
so, this upcoming week, she's going to be highlighting my favourite band and asked me to come up with my top 15 songs. ummmmm.... yeah. that is quite the task. i'm still working on it. thankfully i have a week.
so far, here are my 39 most favourites.

Always

Paperface

I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams (feat. Rachel Haden from that.dog)

Perfect Situation

The Greatest Man That Ever Lived (Variations on a Shaker Hymn)

Say It Ain’t So

Pork and Beans

Undone (The Sweater Song)

Buddy Holly

Hash Pipe

Beverly Hills

Island in the Sun

El Scorcho

Across the Sea

Pink Triangle

Falling for You

Troublemaker

Heart Songs

Susanne

Jamie

Mykel and Carli

Memories

We’re All on Drugs

(If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To

Keep Fishin’

In the Garage

Surf Wax America

The Good Life

Trippin’ Down the Freeway

Represent

Kids/Pokerface (MGMT & Lady Gaga covers)

Unbreak My Heart (Toni Braxton cover)

I Don’t Want Your Loving

This Is Such a Pity

My Best Friend



I’m Your Daddy

Can’t Stop Partying (feat. L'il Wayne)

The Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World

Paranoid Android (Radiohead cover)