telling strangers personal things

On Friday, I began a post. And then Marta came over, and I worked and worked and worked, and somehow had time to watch Runaway Bride while feeling unusually sympathetic towards Julia Roberts' plight and finding Richard Gere hot in a grandpa sorta way, and seeing an episode of Rich Bride, Poor Bride where the couple registered at WALMART and I actually think it was in Brampton, and somewhere in the melee, the post never got finished. So now, live, from last Friday...

I finally saw Regina Spektor play last night.

It's hard to believe that such spectacular performer resides in such a slight of a girl, yet her stage luminosity is quite the sight to behold. Captivating a sold out audience with merely her effortless voice and her skilled fingertips, Regina is one of those few performers where music radiates from her, and you can't help but be caught up in her earnest, honest world. It doesn't hurt that she is seriously talented, both as a pianist and as a vocal performer - I'm difficult to impress with a vocal performance, and Regina is one of the few people who has a truly flawless voice, with an incredible range and such brilliant control. At one point she played the piano with one hand, a chair as a drum with the other while singing fabulously; who could resist?

Most impressive was her lightness. It was so exciting to see a performer who believes in having FUN with her music, rather than taking herself as seriously as most do. Needless to say at this point (after I have giddily extoled her virtues), I was blown away. Regina is awesome. Case closed.

Although now I am not basking in the glow of my renewed love for Regina, I am still impressed.

Today was the last day at Garden Centre X. While I'm glad to be out of there for a variety of very legitimate reasons, I'm still sad to go. I genuinely enjoyed the work itself, just not all of the other bullshit that was involved in working there. Which leads me to think that maybe if I still feel this inkling down the line, my flower shop dream is not completely dead (but you know it'd have to be my own shop, because I ain't being a bitch no more).

Tomorrow I will heading back to London. I have a feeling it will be weird, a place I know well, but don't really belong in anymore. Except I'm excited to go out with old pals. Not just because I'll be going out with people I get to see too rarely, but also because I will be able to go out. Brampton is pretty devoid of a night life - that is, it has one that I would prefer to stay far, far away from. So yeah.

Oh, also, I was watching Chuck while I was in a more receptive state of mind (also the evening of the Runaway Bride incident), and happened to scribble this little gem:

Is it just me or does the "hottie" of Chuck looks like she should be the "hottie" in a sci fi show? She definitely follows the "look" of such shows, and every scene she's lit in reminds me of the brief snippets of Andromeda and La Femme Nikita that I've seen. This show's just made for nerds of all sorts, and I just love it for that. Random pop culture references? Computer programmers? Stylized action-drama format? Adam Baldwin? Slight homo-erotic tones? Hot chicks fighting in skimpy clothing weekly?

Check.

Amanda