Tomorrow will be the first Canada Day that I’ve had off in a couple years. I’m excited, because a bunch of my friends had already made plans to drive out to a lake somewhere. I’m trying not to get my hopes up about the whole thing just in case the plans don’t pan out. Nevertheless, I will take some pictures of the events. I also won’t be getting drunk, unless I end up finding my taste for wine between tonight and tomorrow.

Now, usually for Canada Day I dig up all my Canadian music into a heap and listen the crap out of it. Here’s one of my favourite songs as of late. It’s Sebastien Grainger (one half of the now defunct Death From Above 1979) with his new single “Who Do We Care For?” from his fabulous first album. The video is also distinctly Canadian, what with ice cold, Canadian flags, and some homemade fireworks. Oh, and badass indie awesomeness. Watch and enjoy!

What is your favourite Canadian video?

Dear Uterus,

I’ll start this off by saying that I find it quite ironic that the two year anniversary of me writing letters to you gets to begin with me thinking I was pregnant. You were a week late this month, and I honestly can’t say that I found it at all entertaining. I find that pregnancy scares really take their toll on me. Usually you tend to be early or late, but quite frankly, never on time. But every single time it starts getting on that one week mark, I get antsy. I’m always wondering what the fuck is up.

Then I got a pregnancy test, and the moment I went to go do it, there you were.

I always like to say that a period that comes after a pregnancy scare is supposed to be the best period of your life. I could actually probably say that about this one. The cramps are mild and the blood factor is actually bearable. And I wouldn’t exactly call the emotions I’m currently feeling as a part of “PMS”.

It more has to do with house issues, but I’ll leave that for another post.

Sorry I couldn’t devote more discussion to you, but my allergies are blowing me over.

Catch You Next Tuesday,

Rebecca

Yesterday evening I went over to Ryan’s place and hung out on the patio with him and Steve. We played “I Never” and I ended up pretty wasted. Then we watched a bit of television, and then I walked back home and continued drinking. Then I followed a link that this guy I knew in high school posted to this online webcam chat, and I took part in that. By the end of the evening, I was gone.

What ensued afterward was just a mess of things. There was me getting ready for bed, and then Jon and I had a bit of an argument that we eventually solved. But then when I started to get really hazy, I ended up getting really sick as well. And then I started to throw up, and I thought that I was doing a good job of holding it back so Jon could grab me a bucket. The one he brought me was still a quarter amount full of vanilla ice cream. And when I leaned over it, I didn’t get a lot of the vomit in with the ice cream. Evidently that shit went everywhere. The vomit, not the ice cream.

Then I ran upstairs naked and washed up, and then Jon brought me some clothes that I failed at putting on. He also brought me some water that I spilt all over the place. It was wonderful.

This morning I woke up with a half-eaten hot dog on my nightstand. Evidently Jon left it there when we went to grab me the ice cream bucket to vomit in.

Needless to say, I realize that I need to cut it out. Which is nice, because I’m just about out of alcohol. I think I’ll just buy some carbonated water and make punch out of the rest of my cranberry juice. I always thought you could never go wrong with punch. No sir.

Ryan and Steve and I totally talked about porn tonight. Then I recommended some. I love recommending porn. My favourite porn stars are Harmony Rose and Bobbi Starr.

I don’t take as many pictures as I’d like to. It rained this evening, and after the storm went through, the sun came out and brought up the most beautiful atmosphere for photo taking. So I got my ass out of the house and up the street. I only managed to take a few shots before my memory card was full. And so I deleted some pictures from New Years of 2008, and took a few more shots before the batteries in my camera died.

I experimented with a few photo enhancements in Photoshop after I got home. Here’s what I ended up with:

My street tends to house a lot of shopping carts, due to the large amount of university students without cars. They usually do their grocery shopping and lug their purchases home in a shopping cart that ends up discarded. I get a lot of novel ideas on this street.

Between these two, I wasn’t sure which one I liked better. This view is from up the street on the edge of the road. It’s the best part about walking home from work.