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I won’t be ashamed to admit it, but I first heard this beautiful song on an episode of Dawson’s Creek. It was an episode where Jen (played by Michelle Williams) was in a mood (as they all usually were on the show) as she was trying to decide whether to go on holidays with her estranged parents or her has-always-been-there-bestfriend Jack (played by Kerr Smith). In an attempt to clear her head, she puts on this song and gets up on an armchair and totally just rocks out in a very cute way. I fell in love with the song then and I haven’t stopped loving it since.

Many people mistake the title of this song as ‘Teenage Wasteland‘ because the words ‘Baba O’Reilly’ are never once mentioned in the song but be assured, it’s the correct title. This song was the main reason I went to see The Who in Dublin. And this week when David Cook sang it to get into the top 3 of the Season 7 American Idol competition… I loved it even more!

I don’t even really know why I love it so much. Sure, it’s a great song. Sure, it’s got amazing lyrics, composition and yadi-yadi-yadda. But I usually fall for songs that tie in to something significant that happened in my life. But this song has managed to creep into my heart and has permanently lodged itself inside without any significant event to remember with it. So much so that I will do my best to catch any and every episode of CSI: NY that I can (it features this song as the theme song).

It could be my all time favourite song. But there are quite a few songs that could give it a run for it’s money… I may write about these songs. I may not… we’ll see where the tide takes me.

What’s your all time favourite song?

That’s a big fat lie, in case you didn’t catch it. I am totally addicted to the internet. As many of you pointed out after my stint at BUI (coined by Michael). lol This was of course, before, I went on my hiatus. And even though I took this quiz before said hiatus (from when Lady Banana took the quiz) and got the score below.. I still didn’t I think the that the questions were accurate for what they’re trying to interpret.

I do have a life outside of the internet, but I would still consider myself terribly addicted. For example, as I am sitting at the desk of my temp job trying to read my book or do my crossword, I can’t help but have my gmail, twitter and facebook pages open.

I don’t get addicted to other things easily though. I did smoke one summer. It was definitely a conscious choice, but I blame the fact that I was working 14-16 hour days and was living off of caffeine, 3 hours sleep (a day), adrenaline, a tiny bit of food, and mad hangovers. And of course there was the captain of the ship I was managing who smoked like a chimney and was the most charming man ever. If you smoked, you could stay in the wheelhouse for the entire cruise with him.

Back to point, the last summer I worked with that company was almost 3 years ago and while I touched cigarettes during my final year of University, it was again a conscious choice and the affair ended before my final exams even begun. I know people say it all the time, but I can go years without having a cigarette and one day if I feel like it I may one… I may not. I don’t get the ‘I need to have one’ jones’.

This weekend I discovered many things about life in Toronto. The firsIt is that it is possible to go out for drinks on a Thursday night despite having a ‘day job’. Though it isn’t something I would want to do every week since it makes for really long Fridays - at least when I did it in Dublin, time flew by!

The second is that I am capable of taking the subway downtown and not want to shoot myself because of boredom. At least when I remember to bring my iPOD with me. Also, taking the subway during the weekend is nothing compared to during the week… I have yet to try that out this week, I’m not loving having to pay $12 for parking every day any more.

Next, I discovered that I am capable of taking the streetcar home on my own and finding at taxi right away. I used to think that living out in the ‘burbs meant that I either had to stay at a friend’s house after a night out on the town… since the subway stops running before the bars close. But you see, the street car still runs… and if it weren’t for the frequency of my need to go to the loo, I probably could’ve walked up to grab the College streetcar.

Lastly, I learnt that I was really silly before in thinking that I didn’t have freinds or that I wasn’t liked… I got a pang of this feeling while I was waiting in line at Grace O’Malley’s for a Don*’s birthday but thanks to the liquid courage I had been drinking all night I managed to shtick it out. Turns out, he was so excited to see me I’m still hearing a ringing in my right ear. Anyway, those are some of the lessons I learnt this weekend… I can’t wait to see what May Two Four (Victoria Day) weekend has in store for me!

How was your weekend?

No, I’m not wrting about Kelly Clarkson’s hit single, though I am borrowing the title for this post. You may remember a recent post I wrote about a stupid careless mistake I made while booking my upcoming trip over to the Emerald Isle. You may also remember the devestating consequence of said action: I was going to miss The Boss in concert. I had resigned to the fact that I wouldn’t be going to any fun concerts while I was over in Dublin. Which, in and of itself, is a shame because concerts in Dublin are phenomenal. The atmosphere is always amazing, the venues are beautiful and of course the company is stellar.

He had mentioned trying to get our tickets switched to the Sunday show, but was finding it difficult… so I told him to forget about it. He was in the middle of studying for his first round of tax consultancy exams and i didn’t want him to worry about fixing something that was my fault. But the Angel that he is managed to do it. So now I’m going to get to see The Boss at the end of May! (And shortly soon after I hope to drag him along to see the Sex and the city movie (he promised))!

I don’t know how many more times I can say it, but I love that man! I love, love, love him with all my heart and I can’t wait to see him again. Counting down 22 days!

There has been a major theme in the way I’ve been living my life since I’ve returned from Ireland. I’m trying to do my best to recognise situations before I get too stressed out about it. In the past, I am the type of person that would give any situation the benefit of the doubt before I really ‘give up’. (I say ‘give up’ (as in, in quotations) because I have since realised that this isn’t giving up if there is nothing you can do to change the outcome). But all that ever really got me was stressed out and full of anxiety.

My (now old) work has a lot of potential because they have great ideas, delicious food, (some) great staff, and a well-known (albeit American) branded hotel name to back them up… but there were a lot of things wrong but I’m not going to talk about them. I just need to talk about why I needed to leave; I was doing my job right because that’s who I am, but I was doing it despite how much I didn’t care about doing my job right. I kept being asked to be patient while creases were ironed out, I lost interest and I could feel myself beginning to get bitter. That was when I knew, it was time to leave. True to myself, I tried to give it another chance and tried to care… but I couldn’t force myself to care about the place. And I can’t work somewhere that I don’t care about. So I left…

The industry has been good to me the last 8 years. Even if I hadn’t gone to University for a degree specializing in this industry I would still be able to say that I learnt most (if not all) of my ‘best life lessons’ through this industry. Not to mention, if I hadn’t been working in this industry I don’t think I would have met him. And I’m still trying to figure out if I am done with the industry. I constantly get complimented on how well I fit in here… but I’m just not sure the hours are something I love any more. I know I love the industry… but I need to find another way to work here. So (for now) I left…

Blogging wasn’t exactly stressing me out, but I did find myself way too distracted from doing other important things (please note I didn’t say more important) like finding a job to help me get out of my (now old) work. And I realised that I was getting too obsessed with dropping cards (ala entrecard). I’ve kept in touch with some of you through Twitter and it’s been great but I’m hoping to get back into the groove of things and after reading Ben Barden’s recent interview with Graham Langdon, I’m even more excited to get back into it! But in keeping with the rest of this entry… Blogging was too much of a distraction, so I left… for a little while

I just want to thank everyone who continued to drop cards on me and purchase adverts despite my hiatus: You’ve helped keep my entrecard rating somewhat manageable and for that I owe you! (So please watch for a future post to repay you with some link love) Who am I kidding? I’m never going to get to that. I apologise. I’ll have to figure out a better way to repay you all.