Maybe I should have named this blog "Thoughts about the Beatles"...

I am still indulging myself in the adventure of listening to the Beatles discography in order. I'm on Help!, and have discovered a song that I absolutely love. Its a fast-pased, acoustic song that I never knew or would have guessed The Beatles wrote. 

I've Just Seen A Face

I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmm

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
But I had never been aware
And as it is I dream of her tonight
La, di, di, da di di

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

I have never known
The likes of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmm

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

I've just seen a face
I can t forget the time or place
And we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Mmm, mmm, mmm, la di di

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

                                          - The Beatles, Help!, 1965.

I know it is not all about the presents, but

I LOVE WHAT I GOT.

Especially the lovely books from my lovely boyfriend. And the lovely necklace.

Amazing.

Christmas Eve Eve Eve

I cannot believe how fast Christmas is approaching. I say that every year, mind you. It all begins today - I suppose not all, since all Christmas decorations are up including the beautiful tree and wrapped presents- my brother comes home from school. I think my mother is most excited seeing as she cries every time she talks to him on the phone (maybe I shouldn't have said that, sorry Mom, sorry Scott). I have to go wrap his gift. I should hurry, he will be home in a few hours and I just woke up.

Currently listening to : Weezer Blue Album

Scott is coming home by train. Choo-choo! Time to go wrap.

p.s, Brittany Murphy is dead, eh? So is Michael Jackson and DJ AM- in case you didn't know.

I like grapefruits better anyway.

I hate all Apple products. My old iPod Nano is starting to break down, and not because I dont take good care of it--because it was BUILT to break down. 
shitty. 

CRAVE

For the past couple of months a group of my peers and I have been working to put together our school magazine  CRAVE. There was a lot of controversy with regards to the publication of the magazine, and I am happy to say that our production team completed our portion of the magazine way ahead of schedule. I've never been this excited or proud of anything I've worked on for school. That being said, I hope the publication plans don't get cancelled--again.
We've worked so hard on the magazine to make sure each article is up to par, and each layout is perfect. If any of our Humber professors shut down production I'm not quite sure how I will react to that news. On a positive note, everything I've been hearing has been pointing towards the notion that CRAVE will get published.
I won't be happy until I'm holding the glossy pages in my hands.

"With The Beatles"

This blog post will be dedicated to the official declaration of my obsession of The Beatles.
I just downloaded their entire discography and am going to listen to it in order. Right now I am listening to Money off of the With The Beatles album.
I cant wait to hear the change in genres as the decades go by.

Oct 9, 1940 - Dec 8, 1980

Christmas over Krispie Kremes

My professor brought in two boxes of donuts today. It was the last official day of class. We had a discussion about Christmas time, retail, shopping, lack of Christ, origins of Santa, etc. I couldn't help but think, "What would  be pissing me off most about this conversation if I did not celebrate Christmas?"

I LOST it!

I have a paper due tomorrow. I've known about it for three weeks now, but as usual I've decided to wait until the night before to begin it. I wasn't too worried about completing this assignment because I had written a plethora of notes on the back of the assignment sheet I was given. These notes included what I was going to write about, a few specific sentences to use, etc. Valuable information if you ask me. 
And of course, I've lost this piece of paper. 
I need to lead a more organized life. Maybe that can be my new years resolution, aside from working out, of course (a favourite on the resolution list -- it never ceases to disappear). "Cease to disappear", is that a redundant phrase? I think so. 

I HAVE grown!

My very first class on my very first day of university was on a Tuesday. It was Mark Lipton's Mass Communications class. 
I just found, tucked away on a shelf in my room, my Media Studies Portfoilo-- the major project in that class. It was an on-going project that started in September and ended in December. A never-ending collection of assignments. 
This was my first major project in university--something i was very excited about. Upon receiving my final grade on it, however, my overall feelings for the portfolio headed south. 
I received a 68 percent. 
Looking back on it now is causing me to cringe. Did I really write that bad? I can barely read the lines. My seventeen year old sister can write better than this!
But this does make me happy, however. It proves to me, in my mind, that $5000 or so a year was not a waste of money. When I look back on it I believe I have learned a lot in my four years at Guelph-Humber. 
I never got this feeling when graduating from highschool. 
Huh. 

"I Wanna Hold Your Hand"

I was watching I Wanna Hold Your Hand, and couldn't resist posting this video. Why is pop music so horrible these days?

Throwing out the trash

The following is my pledge, and I intend on sticking to it:

I pledge to never read the blog Perez Hilton again. I feel that reading this blog lowers my standards of writing and decreases my brain cell count. Seeing as I will be beginning a new internship in the new year, I want to be in the best frame of mind. Reading intellectual pieces always helps when aspiring to write intellectual pieces, and Perez Hilton's blog is far from intellectual. So, in the words of the cast of The Sound of Music, So long farewell, auf weidersehen good-bye, PEREZ.

One Day

I want to write an amazing piece that I don't dislike. Not even just a little bit. 

Lily Cole

This is Lily Cole. She is a "supermodel". Right now I am watching the very odd yet very intriguing movie entitled RAGE. She is in it. I had to look her up because I found her to be such an odd beauty. When I looked her up, her Wiki page says she is best know for her role in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. 


Figures!

Some Like the Pot

Here is a screen shot from a home video circa 1958. Yes, that is Marilyn Monroe. Yes, she is smoking marijuana.
When I first saw this image, being the pro-marijuana activist that I am (ha), my first thought was "Oh look, even she smoked weed."
After I showed this picture to my mother, being the anti-drug activist she is (ha), her first response was "Not surprising, considering she died from an overdose."
I find it very interesting how one picture can provoke two very different trains of thought.
Then I went up to my room and lit my pipe. 

Internship

For the second semester of my last year in university, I have to complete an internship placement from January to April. This consists of at least 280 hours of work. 
Up until recently, I thought I already had a placement until my lovely boss decided to let me go. Very professional of her. 
So now, I have been applying to many different magazines located in the Toronto area. I wont list all of them, but  I'm hoping to get Cottage Life. I can't help it, I have a weakness for cottages. I've had a subscribtion to Cottage Life for most of my life. That would definitely be the best case scenario. Fingers crossed. 

"Murder"

Right now I am in bed trying not to move as my muscles are extremely sore. Watching The Office helps a lot more than one might think. Season six is almost over. This saddens me. 

Crash

It's true what they say. The little things don't matter. They're called that for a reason.