An expression of love and devotion

Dear Bed,

I love you with all of my heart. Screw family, friends, pets. I love you above all else at this very moment.

Love,

~boo

P.S. I jokes. you rock my socks, but shoes are still better

Dear Weather,

I greatly appreciate your extremely enthusiastic efforts to provide us with a snow day, I don't think you fully understood what that was supposed to encompass. You got the too-much-snow-to-go-out thing, you got the too-icy-to-go-outside thing, you got the too-windy-to-go-outside thing, you got the buildings-on-campus-have-to-be-closed thing, so good job. Here's the thing though; It's a Saturday. Snow days on Saturdays kind of defeat the true purpose of a snow day, which is to get Francesca out of having to go to class or to submit any assignments. Snow days on Saturdays mean that much needed rehearsals get cancelled, and that our potluck has to be postponed. Uncool.

Now, since you've had your practise run, please make sure that do this on Wednesday between the hours of 8:30 am and 4:00 pm, and that you are all cleared up in time for 6 o'clock so that my show can still go up that night.

Thanks a bunch!

~boo

Please?

Dear Theatre Makeup Independent Study,

Can you please do yourself? I'll give you a cookie.

Love,

~boo

Guess I'm just too mad of a cow

Dear Canadian Blood Services,

Apparently you don't want my blood, because I was in the UK for more than 3 months between 1980 and 1996. This is because during these years there was a major Mad Cow Disease outbreak. So, because my family went to England when I was 2 years old and we stayed for about 5-6 months, my blood is no good to you.

I understand perfectly that you do not want to put anyone needing a transfusion at risk, but seriously? Is my blood really that dangerous? When I did some reading up on the disease on Wikipedia, it told me that you get the disease by EATING THE SPINAL CORD AND/OR THE BRAIN of the infected animal. I'm sorry Canadian Blood Services if I seem naive to be judging your rejection of my blood, but what 2 year old girl do you know who goes around eating cow nervous systems?

My readings also got me wondering though. Apparently researchers believe that it can take decades before the disease takes hold and symptoms arise. If I somehow did come in contact with the disease when I was a little platinum-froed toddler, when I'm middle-aged and have my own family I could suddenly start having symptoms and die within a few weeks. I know that the chances are slim to none, but if that were to happen, that seems like an awfully cruel way to go.

Anyways, I'm sorry Canadian Blood Services that I cannot help your cause by donating my mad cow blood, but you should know that I think you are doing a great and wonderful thing, and I think that all the donors are also doing a great and wonderful thing. I just wish I could help save lives too.

~boo

Pumpkins are too cool to be depressed

Dear Pumpkin on the Window,

Why do you look so sad? Your fellow pumpkin on the window is relatively cheerful, and you get to stay there even though Halloween is over. You're not even on the cold window pane. You're on the nice warm and snuggly window and you get to eavesdrop on me and my roommates' silly conversations and you get to witness our (mainly my) weirdness. You get to smell all of Sara's yummy cooking, and you sometimes get nuzzled by Banana when he's up on the window ledge.

Are you worried that Christmas will outshine you? While I love Christmas very very very much, I also love you, and do you see any Christmas trees taking up your window space? That spot is yours and your cheerful pumpkin buddy's and your assorted Halloween dots'.

I hope you feel better soon, Pumpkin on the Window.

Love,

~boo

Christmas foreshadowing is cold and wet and icky

Dear Weather,

You are snowing! Every year I greatly look forward to that first white fluffy Hallmark snow, as it lets me know that it really is getting close to Christmas (my FAVOURITEST holiday!!!!). But weather, while you may be snowing, you are not snowing white fluffy Hallmark snow. You are not snowing white fluffy Hallmark snow at all. You are snowing cold wet icky and ugmo snow that slowly seeps through the sleeves of my coat and soaks the hems of my jeans so that when I take off my boots, my feet end up in a puddle of cold, wet ick. How dare you, weather? How dare you take my moment of blissful Christmas anticipation and twist, wrangle, and manipulate it into this disgusting, gray, windy, flu-breeding disaster.

Weather, can you please get your act together? I wants me some carols, chestnuts, and white fluffy Hallmark snow!!!!

~boo

P.S. Please don't make our power go out pleasies.

A note of thanks

Dear Pepto Bismol, Advil, & Powerade,

I would like to thank you from the bottom of my intestines and the top of my brain for the immensely appreciated help you provided me this evening. All day I was extremely ouch a l'estomac (in my tummy) and in my head, and you and your magical healing powers graciously returned my organs to a state of bliss. Pepto Bismol, you worked your magic on my cramps, nausea, and other unmentionables with dignity and deliciously pink charm. Advil, your liquidy capsules soothed my brain with turquoise perfection. Powerade, you quenched my thirst and calmed my dehydration with orange enthusiasm.

Pepto Bismol, Advil, & Powerade, you are pharmaceutical demi-gods!

Love,

~boo

Grapes aren't that good

Dear Chick in Pan's Labyrinth,

So you're told by the magical faun thing that under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you eat ANYTHING when you do your little quest, even though there's a nice big feast there. When you get there, not only do you see a frickin' horrifying monster sitting at the end of the table, but you ALSO see pictures of that same monster killing and eating children like yourself. So, what do you do? Well, of course you have to go and eat grapes. GRAPES! You even have little fairy friends warning you not to. Well of course when you eat the grapes the monster wakes up, and when he does, you don't run, even though the fairies are telling you to. What do you do? You stand there and ponder those grapes you ate. You wait until the monster dude is right behind you and bites the heads off of two of your fairy friends before you then think "Oh, I guess I should run or something..."

Fairy friends, I am sorry for your loss. Chick in Pan's Labyrinth, you are an idiot.

~boo

Getting Started

Dear Readers,

So I'm kind of new to this whole blogging phenomenon so please bear with me if I say/do anything on here that is against the Almighty Bloggery. This whole concept of blogging and dishing out my inner-most (and not so inner-most) thoughts online kind of intrigues me. Maybe it's because I'm a major attention whore (I'm a Drama Major...that just about says it all) that I like the idea of numerous strangers reading my bizarro thoughts. Maybe the legendary and inspirationally humourous Dooce inspired me. Maybe it's because I'm bored and can't sleep... In any case, I have now hopped onto the blogging train, and hopefully all will go well!

Since this is my first post, I should warn any of you who read this and any further posts that I have a strong tendency to over punctuate and to make ridiculous grammatical errors, and for these I apologize. I would love it if I were able to erase this tragic flaw of mine, but I can't, so tough. Also, I am Canadian, so if any of you are American, 'colour' is my correct way of writing your 'color'; 'humour' is my correct way of writing your 'humor'; 'neighbour' is my correct way of writing your 'neighbor'. There are a bunch of other Candian ways of spelling that will surely irk you, but I am particularly adament about those 'ou' ones. I'm just weird like that.

I'd love to post more right now, but I think I should explore the depths of this blog before I submit you to any more rambling. I just thought I should say Hello first. So, Hello! And Welcome to Polka-Dots & Circle Skirts!

~boo