Here are necklaces on sale at Etsy.com.
The artist molds you a personal necklace based on pictures and a detailed description (including shape of labia & appearance of clitoris) of your own vulva. Then you wear it around your neck for everyone to see! All this for just $23. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m not really interested in seeing what my neighbour’s vulva looks like, especially when I’m eating dinner. Ew.
How could you NOT stare??!
I am always amazed at how excited teenagers get when you put stickers on their work. Often, they haven’t gotten any stickers since elementary school, so they welcome the recognition. Stickers are a friendly token of the teacher’s appreciation, and sometimes even denote that the teacher is impressed.
I tell my students that my stickers have a hierarchy. A sticker means you did a good job (usually on a test), but a Harry Potter stickers means “whoah” (you’ve impressed me, and you’ve done as well as you could).
This week I was marking my grade 10’s tests, but I ran out of “normal” stickers. (Although in the past I have used Afghanistan and Spice Girls stickers, so I guess my stickers are never “normal”). So, I had to use Twilight saga stickers (see below). My students are all boys, I hope they don’t mind seeing “My heart belongs to Edward” or “Bella & Edward forever” on their tests.
“Si j’avais une queue est-ce que ça m’aiderait à trouver du miel”? Ça dépend comment on définit “miel”….
So, my friend and I were walking along Ste-Catherine on our way to the AMC Forum when we overheard an interesting conversation.
It was between two adult males and it went something like this:
Guy 1: My legs are shorter, which means my muscle mass is more concentrated so I have the strength to hold the girl up by her ankles.
Guy 2: Yeah that’s the best way to hold her up but I can’t do that.
Guy 1: No, cause your legs are longer so you don’t have that strength, you have to hold her up by the thighs. But when you hold her by the thighs it sometimes leaves bruises.
Guy 2: Yeah, that can be a problem.
Guy 1: Yeah, cause then her husband can notice.
Hmmmm….I love eavesdropping.
Straight up – this is about movies.
Movies I have seen:
Entre les murs (The Class) – it was ok. I guess it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me because I see situations like that every day. I guess the typical viewer can be amazed by what the teachers in this movie experience, but to me it’s no big deal. Actually, I think the intent was to show a tough school situation, but to me it wasn’t that bad. I’ve felt many of the frustrations that the teachers in the movie go through – while these are new to the general public, they are commonplace for teachers. We experience them often and are privy to all the “hidden” aspects of school life shown in the film.
Jennifer’s Body – ok, Megan Fox is hot, but that’s not enough to make a good movie. There are some interesting parts and pretty good deaths and gore, but something is missing.
Sorority Row – B-series horror film, no surprises. I like Rumer Willis’ look.
Pandorum – interesting idea, but a little long. A little too science-fictiony for me. But I really liked the “monsters” – really well done.
Notes on a Scandal – I really didn’t think this is what this movie was about. It was quite good. I like stories about teachers. This one has an interesting twist that goes beyond the now cliché teacher-falls-in-love-with-her-student story. Notice how they never make movies about male teachers having sex with a female student – it’s usually the other way around. I guess some taboos are still too strong. Why does it seem more acceptable (well, not acceptable, but less “bad”) when it’s an adult female having sex with a male child?
Whip It! – it was good! Basically exactly what I expected. Be warned, it’s a chick flick. I love the “he’s just not that into you” moment! Good for you Bliss (a.k.a. Ellen Page)!!! I went to the preview screening and actually got to talk to members of a real Montreal-based roller derby team. They really exist! And I got a free t-shirt.
Movies I want to see:
Hommes à louer – a documentary filmed in Montreal about young male prostitutes (plays only at the Ex-Centris, or whatever it’s called now)
The Invention of Lying – ha, you could tell anyone you wanted that they need to have sex with you and they would believe you. Looks interesting. A new idea.
Zombieland – looks totally kick ass. I love zombie movies, and this one is twisted with humour. I guess kind of like Shaun of the Dead, except I’m not sure because I haven’t seen Shaun of the Dead yet (shame!). And I love Jesse Eisenberg (he played in Adventureland) and other geek-like actors like him (i.e. Michael Cera, Christopher Mintz-Plasse).
Dead Snow - the type of independent, foreign zombie/infection movie that I love. AND it’s set in an arctic-like environment, which creates the “30 Days of Night” or “Let the Right One In” atmosphere that I love.
Don’t you just hate it when someone tells you, “Fais-moi un sourire”? If I want to smile, I will out of my own volition. Because I feel like it. Because it comes from true emotion. Because it’s genuine. Listen to The Killers, dude, and Smile Like You Mean It. Fake smiles are the worst. They don’t mean anything, and they feel awkward.
Plus, you may not be smiling because you are in a bad mood or going through a rough time. Or simply because you are feeling neutral, and simply don’t feel like smiling. If you ask me to smile forcefully, it will only make me angry and want to smile less. And why do you want a forced smile anyway? It won’t be genuine, and I will resent you for asking me. So whatever purpose it was you had in asking me to smile when I didn’t feel like smiling, I don’t think it will be accomplished. Think about that.
I smile fairly often. I’ve been complimented on my smile – but every time this happened it was when I was smiling out of true emotion, when it was real. Sometimes I’m told I don’t smile enough – usually when I’m preoccupied, busy, or simply in my own thoughts. Sometimes I’m told, “Hey, why so many smiles” or “I noticed you were smiling a lot the other day…why so happy?” or “You are always smiling.” If you notice I am always smiling, chances are you are a person who makes me want to smile, because I smile a lot around you.
When I smile for real, my eyes smile too. Example?
Now, don’t you prefer these over fake-ass smiles?
So cool! There is a new universal remote out…in the shape of a wand!
If you want to look it up, it's called the Kymera Magic Wand. It costs about $83.
You move it in different ways to activate different functions (it has 13 functions total). For example, you flick it up and down to surf channels and you move it in a clockwise motion to adjust the volume.
You feel like you are really performing magic – well, sort of (if you forget the batteries). Still, HP fans are so cool!
I want 0ne! (and it just so happens I need a universal remote)
Being nice is usually a good character trait, a nice quality to have. At some point however it is harmful.
I cannot stay angry at someone. Being angry is a state of mind not compatible with my personality and emotional make-up. When I’m angry I feel completely wrong, uncomfortable, and sometimes physically not well. I have too much empathy, which makes me eventually give in to the person I am angry with, and I let go. The thing is that letting go often makes you feel better, so it’s like positive reinforcement. Being angry is not fun. It drains your energy and spoils your attitude. When you stop being angry, you start feeling better and more happy, so you usually (well I usually) let yourself go in that direction.
The negative aspect of this is that you forgive too often when people do not deserve it. You let people take advantage of you, because they know you won’t stay angry. And you let things go that you shouldn’t, because it’s easy.
Another negative aspect is that, because I am a generally nice person, I have trouble saying what I really feel to people, out of fear of offending them or hurting their feelings. But honestly, I think that a lot of people sometimes need a slap in the face (figuratively of course). They need to hear what they don’t want to. I hold my tongue quite often – too often.
There’s a saying that says the good choices in life are often the most difficult ones to make. I wonder if that’s true for every situation. Maybe sometimes things are easy and they are right – they just happen to fall into place that way. What if one day you decide to take the difficult path just because of the above assumption, yet the easiest path would have led to a better outcome?
Good morning darling,
You make me feel I should go.
Good morning darling,
Sorry for calling you so.
I have now spent over a week in my hometown of Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu. I was house-sitting for my parents. This is my last day. I’m leaving tomorrow morning at 5:15 to return to MY place in Verdun.
Ever since I moved to Verdun, whenever I visited my parents it never felt quite like home anymore. Although the house is familiar and comforting, I am not in my things, and most importantly, I am not on my schedule. It was often a relief to get back to MY apartment.
This week, however, I started to feel at home again. But I know why this happened. I am in my hometown, where I lived my teenage years, where I went to school, where I started “going out” for the first time, and where I had numerous adventures with my childhood friends. The memories of all of these things makes Saint-Jean feel good. It helped counterbalance the “not being in MY things” aspect. But they key to why I overcame this aspect was that I was alone. When I am staying with my parents in Saint-Jean, it’s not the same thing. I live by their schedule – what they had planned, what they are eating, when they expect me to wake up, etc. During this whole week alone, I lived by my schedule, enjoying the independence I have come to appreciate from my new apartment life. I woke up when I wanted, I ate on the most irregular schedule I wanted, I picked up after myself when I wanted, I invited who I wanted, I went to bed when I wanted, and I left on whichever lights I wanted. So, I had the best of both my new world and my old world. It was a nice experience. One thing though, I shouldn’t watch horror movies alone in a big house.
