worn-out phrases and longing gazes won't get you where you want to go (no!)

Yeah okay, I made that dress yesterday. I thought it was going to be a skirt but then whoops it was a dress. I don't mind when things like that happen. Sewing without a pattern means usually everything ends up mangled as I am not a skilled seamstress in any way. I can't even explain to you how limited my skills are, I just bluff my way through it and make stuff up.


I am pleased with myself about it though.

I felt a bit like a (sexy) square-dancer in it but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Also I wore my cowboy boots with it. I still really don't have a decent pair of stilettos. I own pretty much every other kind of shoe imaginable though.



I wore this out last night to the Raptors red party at Muzik and I have a bunch of pictures from that for you later I guess since I'm not getting around to it right now, but it was pretty funtimez for sure. EXCEPT it closed down around midnight. What are we, Cinderella??
I should have asked for some drinks to go!


I think Kaya was into my dress.


Yep.
Hahaaa I have a new favourite song it's Obvious Child by Paul Simon I played it at Dollface's (where all these pictures are taken and whose dog this is) one time and fell in love. The drumming especially for surely. Anyway I was dancing around like a maniac to it last night over there and Kaya was just standing in the way like a stubborn pig it was pretty funny. Kaya and I are tight.



So awhile ago a guy sent me an email which contained (among other things):  "though you won't be single for long because you're quite attractive" or something like that.
I found that irritating because I'm generally single. And I don't consider it to be that much of a bad thing. I get to scope babes, which I like. I get to have crushes, which I like. I guess I am looking for a great relationship but I also have no patience for lame people/relationships. I'd definitely rather be single than just date anyone. Lots of great people are single because lots of relationships are dumb.
I don't want to feel like everyone's thinking "wow she's been single forever I wonder what's wrong with her"
I'm a catch for sure. Not even kidding. I give backrubs.
Wow I should never write about my feelings on relationships and things, I'm just begging for rude comments about how no  one would even want to date me anyway.










Sunday I want to go to Comedy Bar for the Oscar Party that Poppy is helping to put on. I want everyone to come with me. Who's in??? Fancy drinking and making fun of long awards shows!!?



Oh yeah, hey guys, you can download Sweet Thing's new single with is called Dance Mother on their website! I find this song especially amusing since the album version says "dance mother fucker" and the radio (clean) edit is "dance mother mother" (I think?). This is exactly like on Glee when they sang Golddigger and it has the N word in it and instead of "she ain't messing with no broke n---" they said "she aint messing with no broke broke"
Awesome.
Sweet Thing are so nice. Also I like picture of them on their website, they look like little lovelies.


I think I'm getting carpal tunnels. Not a big surprise considering how much time I spend masturbating.
And by masturbating, I mean, going on the internet. Wow that sentence is awkward



I also always compute from my bed/couch and I don't have a mouse and stuff so my arms are used all weird-like for so long. And I've been editing a lot of photos and stuff today that's always a bit rough. I'm dumb I should get a mouse. I should also get a wireless router.



No one has complimented my new banner!

I just found out that I'm working 5 days in a row next week. This may not be a big thing for most of you but MAN does it make me happy. I'll be able to buy groceries! And even some cat food, you're welcome Ruth Buzzi!

things I have bought or something something

Despite a self-impossed moratorium on buying Christmas paraphernalia.. and more specifically Christmas dishes (I don't even use most of them!) I definitely still bought this mug:



Whatever, it's beautiful. It reminds me of my favourite golden rocking horse ornament.
7 months until Christmas!!!



New best easy/lazy bean salad:

combine
1 can of marinated bean blend (I chose the one with a lemon garlic dressing already on it)
chopped tomatoes
chopped mushrooms
chopped peppers
chopped onions
chopped whatever else is lying around
then enjoy.

No, but it is good to have the fridge, good to eat if you're running out to party but don't want to party on that empty stomach. And pretty delicious.



These photos don't do this shirt justice. It is sparkly.





When I saw APB last week she was wearing a very fancy and lovely straw hat and she told me she has to wear it everyday because it was expensive. That is good logic!
I had to buy a hat too because I secretly want to be ABP. Not so secretly, actually.



This hat was not expensive and I will definitely not get around to wearing it as much as I should. I always think I want to wear hats and so I buy hats and then I never put them on my head.




Met up with Cpt. Heh yesterday and went to Lakeview Lunch and sat on the little patio they have going out front. Cheespie and Accost came and also another friend who I wouldn't even know what to nickname. And we talked about babes. Really? You did? That's so weird.
I like Accost more and more and she is nuts. In case you were wondering.
It's funny how people can be in the periphery of your circle of friends for years.

I have different circles of friends. It seems like it has always been that way with me.
I guess I like variety.
Spice of life.

Ha, oh man, I remember in elementary school one of my best friends was going on about saving herself for marriage and I remember being like "WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING?? VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE!!" In a loud and self-righteous tone.

Classic.




I'm considering counting how many summer dresses I have.
I feel like it will be a stupid amount.



I have plans for making at least three more. At least. Yikes.
Too bad I don't have any skills at making any other type of clothing. I guess skirts maybe?

Wine tasting tonight with Dollface, supposedly.
I do not know whatever would possess her to invite me along to something like this... Her bad.

Tilda wants it

Watching a cat in heat is kind of funny. I remember how all the toms used to gather in the yard in Saskatoon if there was a lady cat looking to get some. Seriously gather in the yard. All just waiting around.

Story of my life.



Tilda's gone from doting mother to lady-about-town overnight. Except town is my apartment. And it is very hard to sleep with a kitten yelling around. I definitely broke out my Monster Truck Jam earplugs last night.
She's going to get her insides taken out soon. Hopefully. Poor baby. Poor horny baby.



The Mrs. took George Foxton home and her other cat, Jonathan Tip-Top Taylor Thomas, has been giving him a bit of a hard time, apparently. Aw, the baby. He's so happy-go-lucky though because he doesn't know any better. No one's ever not liked him before. Ohhh, kittens.

I still have a backload of kitten pictures but it makes me sad to look at them if you must know.



Yes, finally set up ohmistletoe.com properly. No more oh-mistletoe.blogspot.com really, although it will definitely redirect you. I have no idea how I did not set it up properly sooner. I am a dumb?
Checkmark.




First patio-brunch of the season! Holy lovely out. This is my favourite sort of weather before it gets too humid and sticky and all I want is a cool ocean.



Went with Dollface, a babe with long eyelashes, and the BFF. Yessss. Bests.





We laughed a lot and oh goddamn I've said it before, but holy Breakfast Tacos. Name something better.



Yes, I made this dress yesterday.





Yes, it has birds and flowers and elk or something like that. Yes, I love this fabric so hard.





I'm pondering other fabrics around. Is it physically possible to have too many pretty summer dresses?

Relatedly, who is having the next clothing swap?

Shh I am working please

Okay I am not a happy camper this evening. Still no big cry, working on it feel like I need it, yep sure do. Last kitten, Little Grey aka now George Foxton, left today and it's just Tilda Swinton and I chilling out together. She's wandering around yelling a lot. I can't tell if she's looking for him or if she's going into heat.
I feel sad I don't want Tilda to ever ever leave me she is the best cat ever. No, okay, maybe there are lots of great cats but she is particularly nice. Cannot resist being called over. I've never met a cat who always comes when you call. Sure she doesn't play fetch like Rudyard Kitling, but still, she's very soft and has adoring eyes and when you come home she practically leaps up into your arms. Chaaarming.

I can't commit to a cat though. I can't. We all know I can't hold anything down.
No, but, financially I can't handle it and also who knows where I'll be in a few years. I can do more good as a foster parent for Toronto Cat Rescue.
Okay glad I talked myself down from that.

Relatedly, Tilda Swinton will be up for adoption very soon and so if you know anyone who wants the sweetest prettiest long-faced kitten (she's only about 9 months, after all) let me know.




Which sad movie should I watch?
This weekend I watched Two Lovers, Mama Mia!, and Synecdoche, New York.

Synecdoche totally wore me down, I just watched it this evening. Kind of took all of my energy and will to live. But not in a bad way? I fully didn't recognize Samantha Morton! Everyone was pretty great in that movie. It did get to me. I can't imagine writing it. I can't imagine reading the script as an actor.






Today I made a dress. It was a wrap-around skirt that I got at a clothing swap and it is beautiful fabric and I made a super simple dress that almost does it justice and it is comfortable and I have one billion summer dresses and some I even forgot about.
All dresses all the time.

So that was an accomplishment. A creative moment.




And now I'm writing poetry that is way too revealing like private-blog revealing (updated yesterday, jfyi lucky insiders) and I will have to edit it down and change key elements so you will be less obviously aware that I am writing about you and your particular arms, hands, proximity.......

Should I make another little magazine? I don't see the point, really. But I guess it felt like I was doing something. Got me writing, got me going. And that's the most important part.
My genius means nothing because I do so little with it.
I'm such a waste.
No. I am gaining valuable life (party) experience so that my creative endeavours will be all the richer.



Also have a couple of scripts open. I'm good at writing when I write. I don't ever write though. I mean, I used to never write. But starting now I write all the time. An hour a day.




Need to create more and get more of my own projects on the go so that people will know to jump on your bandwagon. That's how things work. Word-of-mouth and jumping on bandwagons.
And my bandwagon is fun and you should get on it. I've heard it is party-all-the-time.

I kind of want those cats.

The best part about coming home drunk last night was when my friend and I stopped in front of her house to pet the two cats that have been chilling on her porch lately and then this guy comes out of the basement next door carrying his laundry and so we obviously ask him if these are his cats, which they are not.. but the point is: Who does their laundry at 2:30 a.m.?
And was he a babe?

Goddamn my babedar is off. I have no idea.

The other good thing was how I talked to AndrewKeith until 4 a.m. or some nonsense and I don't really remember what we talked about. I can say his full name on here because he always mentions me by name on his diary. So fair's fair.
I like that dude. He's pretty nutso.

Sneaky Dee's late night with my neighbour because I wanted BEER. And nachos. Obviously. It was pretty fun, if you like that sort of thing. We drank too much though. But then you can talk about everything everything.

I still feel a bit like hibernating. But there's no time for that sort of thing. Too much to do.

Can I just tell you about how little I want to go back to Skydome tonight?
It's very very little.

Luckily it's mere days away until my triumphant return to Saskatoon.
I'm going to go to the lake! And hold a baby!

I have to pick up my bike on the way to work. Hopefully it's still where I left it last week. I've felt kind of stranded without it.

I wish I could just stay home all day again today and work on that dress. I really want it to be as beautiful as it is in my head. Hopefully!
I'm going to try and finish all three maxi-dresses before home-time.
The word maxi-dress is annoying. And it makes dudes uncomfortable, I think.

Pretty sure I'm kind of depressed. But for no good reason and it's annoying me. Which doesn't help things.

Whilst preparing for the orgy scene onset last week I declared "If I have to wear these nudie-things then I'm going to be wearing this robe underneath!"

Yeah, I cropped my face out of the picture because it is honestly one of the worst things I've seen.

It kind of blows my mind how I never get to wear make-up for shoots. I mean, shouldn't I get the star treatment at all times?
Oh right, I'm naturally beautiful. I keep forgetting.

I'm an old granny who doesn't like to have fun

Ho lee I'm tired.

I made two dresses today!!!

They're wearable, even. I'm so lucky.
I was just on the phone with my aunt and I was all "I hate sewing sewing is stupid" but it isn't actually that dumb. When it ends well (which is less often then I'd like).
But today was good. Good work, me.

I had to enhance the photos of this one so they're a bit washed out, sorry.
Navy dress:




(I made that big pimple on my chin bleed right before performance today. Because I am a babe.)

This one is RED. It makes all of the red things in my apartment look burgundy. I look very nice in red. This dress does not photograph well. Sort of like your mother. I know because I tried to get some nudie shots of her.. etc etc.



It is very comfortable and like something you would get at American Apparel. Except I didn't get it there.

Also, last night I 100% wore a pillow-case out with Sass. And I thought that was TOOOOO funny. She just said I ought to steam it.
I guess I could buy an iron someday. Maybe.

Show this morning went well.


Oh yeah, I die in the play.

So hot.

Really well for me actually (I was really on, somehow. I don't know why exactly) and alright for them, line mishap which caused some stresses.
Small house who laughed at least.. that's all we ask for.

Brunch at Aunties afterwards. That's two days in a row. Embarrassing. No, wait. Fun.

Probably fringe tent again tonight? Seems likely. I am weird these days, indecisive and near-irritable and lazy.
I don't really feel like doing anything all that much.

Where did my Party All The Time attitude get to?


I probably hooped it.

temp-cat lol-cat

I probably should've clarified that that review posted below is for the short film that I did, A Small Thing, not my fringe play, which I am currently engrossed in.
Also, thanks Robert Bell of Exclaim magazine, that's one of the heartiest compliments I've received.

The fringe review was fine.
Three stars, said the acting is strong but the plot meanders. I'll take that.



My cat's name is now Temp-Cat


AWWWWWWWWWW the baby.
(more nice photos of her on my flickr site.)

The best part about today was how I spent like 6 hours on a stupid sundress (for my friend, but still) and then ruined it at the last minute (salvageable, but still) so I had nothing to wear tonight (yeah it was for my friend, but still).
But then I just cut some holes in a green (colour of hospital scrubs, hot) pillow-case and wore it as a shift dress. Because I am a dork like that.
A huge, huge dork.
Evidenced below.








OMG, dudes, so ready to a successful actor.
At least I got an unexpected (small) cheque today. Thank-you again, gum people.