8:07pm : Happy Valentines. I hope you lot are all happy, and if you're not, i hope you find happiness today.
I am currently on an eastbound streetcar heading to Opera House to catch The Planet Smashers leaving from an art exhibition. A co-worker was displaying some of her super-creative drawings, doodles, paintings and commentaries. The girl has tremendous talent or I 'get' her work. Either way, brilliant stuff. She joined an art program aimed at young filipinas giving them an opportunity and an outlet to grow.
There was an exhibit that another one of the artists that decorated this tiny storage closet into a steretypical girls bedroom complete with fashion magazine ads plastered all over the walls and post-it notes mocking the image and messages the displayed. Interspersed were these wonderful quotes aimed at how advertising and media downgrade femininity and endorse rediculous female body image standards with all of the side-effects outlined. Just wonderful. I began to wonder if the person who created this was chasing shock value or was sincerely passionate about it.
I'm embarrassed that i might have been checking out a high schooler over her mind. It was strange have part of me yelling to stop it. I'm cool. I'm writing it off as a moment of supreme weakness. Stupid Valentines...
For the record, I found out yesterday that she's 21... I just feel LESS dirty
So, my week.
The following list isn't meant to provoke sympathy. Hardly. This is me chronicling the sum of small-to-medium annoyances so if i ever get this angry again, i can review the record of what the hell happened.
Ripped my favourite shirt entering the washroom at Roy Thompson Hall, people only talking to me because they need something, my phone continuously providing a new and different problem with every time i turn it on, getting locked out of my computer at work for a whole day, getting no more than 5 hrs sleep for 5 nights straight and i'm not even sick, youtube pissing me off trying to share private videos and failing repeatedly, having conversations with friends where they don't listen to me, but i am expected to listen to them, eating out way more often this week than my budget alotted, having a massive headache during the best restaurant meal i've ever had, attractive women talking to me for basic information yet can't formulate a damn smile as an indication of gratitude, it was mild with no sunshine, being fiscally responsible only to discover Reel Big Fish have a new album out and probably other trivial shit that i've forgotten or can't air here.
The turning point was courtesy of my dearest friend Cindy, who, without knowing it, gave me a link to a video of an all-female six piece ska band from Japan called Ore Ska Band do a cover of the closing theme to an anime called Bleach. Here's the link. Two part harmony, horns blasting and the kind of rhythm that makes you want to start bouncing wherever you are.
12:30am : i'm on the way home from the show. I took it easy and only bought 2 CDs @ $10 each. I knew i was going to. The old me would've bought 6 or 7. Baby steps. The Planet Smashers were beyond awesome. I'm inviting everyone to the next show.
The 504 streetcar is really motoring right now. It's 15km/h shy of being a rollercoaster.
Well, happy lovey day to all.