manners, my friends.

there is a serious problem with people on the metro.

personal space dissolves the minute you enter the place. i was sitting quietly in my chair, and a man sits in the seat behind me. he proceeds to read his newspaper. thats great and all, but he decides to slouch in his seat, his arm sprawled on the back of the seat therefore touching me. if that wasnt irritating enough, everytime he turned a page he elbowed me in the neck. i was loosing it. one of these days, when one of these pricks catches me on a wrong day i'll elbow them back. but no, i mild-manneredly switch seats while glaring at him. he then looked at me all innocent- like as if he hadn't been annoying me for the past 8 stops. this is not your living room. its a public transportation system, jesus.

another thing. bring a damn book or magazine or something. stop staring at me, i know i look tired but it's monday morning. the windows are reflective, i can see you. i used to think school was the only place i can not wear any makeup and get away with it.  according to the metro people, i should make a bit more effort.  

and when you're angrily texting on your blackberry, you can bet there's someone following along right over your shoulder. they must know the exact fight you're having with your boyfriend, you might as well sit them down and cry on their shoulder. 

apparently it works best when you have a higher IQ

so this is probably the most interesting thing to happen to me in a while.
i went to a hypnosis show last night, and volunteered to go on stage, infront of a pretty large audience.
much to my amazement, it actually worked.
being hypnotized kind of feels like you're in a dream, but you're fully aware of what you're doing. it just feels like whatever he tells you to do is real and important.
so i actually thought i was a male contestant on Dancing with the Stars.
and i actually thought i was a sex-expert giving a speech about safe sex.
and i actually thought i was a 5 year old dancing in the end-of-year show infront of my parents, but had terrible motor skills so i kept falling. (i have bruises on my knee to prove that)
and i actually thought i was a backup ballet dancer who kept having to itch my butt whenever the singer said the word "you", but incorporate that into my dance routine so it wouldn't seem obvious.
and i actually thought i was being attacked by a room full of spiders.

yea. it was a loooong, embarassing 2 hours on stage. my friends found it amusing, apparently i was the star of the show. i can remember everything, and to me right now it seems ridiculous, but in the moment i truly believed it was real.

quite an experience. i now believe in the powers of the subconcious, and i now know i wasn't born a dancer.

as requested : my top 19 movies -- revised

1. Fight Club

the rest follow in no particular order, from what I can sit down and think of at the moment. I'm sure im missing others

2. Snatch

3. Oceans' trilogy

4. Lord of the Rings trilogy

5. Blow

6. Requiem for a Dream

7. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

8. The Nightmare Before Christmas

9. Donnie Darko

10. Into the Wild

11. I'm Not There

12. Rebel Without A Cause

13. Across The Universe

14. A Night at the Roxbury/Dumb and Dumber

15. Revolutionary Road

16. Superbad

17. Milk

18. American History X

19. Watchmen

Nuit Blanche

nuit blanche proved to me how bad i am at planning and how dependent i am on my cellphone.

not having a plan + not having a cellphone = confusion.

i was supposed to meet a friend for nuit blanche, but because my phone keeps breaking, i had no way to reach him. walking around downtown the whole night, i felt very guilty because i knew he was waiting for me to call and wondering why i wasn't returning, what i assumed were, many attempts at reaching me.

but as faith will have it, i spotted him in Studio 303 amongst the millions of other people and activities going on that night. i knew he was mad at me, but the coincidence of that night made up for it.

it was an interesting night. we visited many different museums and saw a variety of people and artwork. i was forced into eating a very questionable looking and tasting red cake, in a room that smelt of beer and seemed to be part of a different dimension and era. that was only one of the weird things we witnessed. another sketchy one; a completely white room which only had 3 megaphones delivering some weird message in french to 2 people sitting on chairs staring blankly at the wall. at the front of this exhibition, they were selling grilled cheese. yea, it was strange.

the metro ride home at 4am was just as packed as rushhour at 5pm. but on a night like nuit blanche, time doesn't seem to matter to anyone, not even stacy which was shocking since she worked 5 hours later.

Red Cake

Studio 303

Museum of Contemporary Art