The pursuit of knowledge

It's Christmas Eve and I'm sitting in the lobby of a certain Toronto library that would not grant me access to their stacks because I'm not a U of T student. Nor do I carry around my student card from York, since I graduated 6 years ago. Given the Pentagon-esque security they have here, we were quite certain the concern was not that I would steal books. I wondered, are they afraid I might leave here with some (gasp) knowledge? But no, the policy is not to take away from the other students who are here using the library. Um, did I mentions it's Christmas Eve? I think I just saw some tumbleweed roll by. I blame Christmas for this. My general theory right now is that everything that goes wrong is Christmas' fault. In other news, I'm writing this from my blackberry... How cool is this?

Revolution!
sbg
Sent from my BlackBerry device on the Rogers Wireless Network

“Celebrity” “Look-a-like”

I had to put both of these words in quotations because a) I'm not sure these people can be considered celebrities, and b) I'm not sure I actually look like them. I figured I would open it up to public opinion (and potential ridicule).

A little back story is in order. You know how some people always get compared to a certain celebrity? Like my friend Sonia looks like Marisa Tomei, I think M.K. looks like Charlize Theron, and poor Kate has gotten Bette Midler on more than one occasion.

Sidebar: Writing this just reminded me that when I worked at Fuel, whenever someone was hired we would try to figure out what celebrity would play them in "Fuel: The Movie". Usually this was based on looks, except in The Bean's case, who felt her essence could only be captured by Parker Posey.

Anyway, the one person I would get compared to was Enuka Okumu (pictured below). In fact, the last person to mention I looked like her was my hairdresser, who turned out to have done Enuka's hair on occasion as well. Note – this girl has definitely come into her looks over the years. In the days that I was being compared to her, we were both hot messes.

Recently, the Smith family (M.K. and her parents) have compared me to Tre Armstrong (also pictured below). While this thrilled me to no end (please, take me to her makeup artist immediately), I don't actually think I look like her. And apparently neither does S, who looked at me like I was crazy when I mentioned it. And no, that look was not followed by "You're way prettier than her!"

So what do you think? I'm guessing that there are 5 people who read this blog. I expect to hear from all of you.

All I want for Christmas...

... is a one-way ticket to L.A. You know how people say what they would hate about being in a warm climate over the holidays is waking up on Christmas morning and not seeing snow? Yeah, I'm not one of those people. I think I used to like Christmas, but now when I think about Christmas I think about winter and when I think about winter I get the blues. Bah humbug. I can't remember what it means, but I feel like it's what you say instead of "meh" at Christmastime.

I made a Christmas wish list this week. These are my top 3 items:

1. Winter tires
2. Remote car starter
3. Insulated boots

The rest is just fluff.

The worst thing about Christmas is how everybody else is so into it. Yesterday, December 1, the Christmas carols began on the radio. I could just tell they were like counting down the days until they could start playing The Christmas Song by Hootie and the Blowfish. Then there's S and the tree. And the stockings. And the lights. He even went and bought a tree skirt today (um... how about you buy some groceries?) Even my tv has turned against me -- my shows are either Christmas-themed or on hiatus.

Between the gift buying (which I haven't started), the party planning, the card signing and the decorating, I'm already on Christmas overload and it's only December 2nd. Can someone talk me out of my snow-covered funk? Comments are encouraged.


All I want for Christmas is global warming,
sbg