Procrastination at it’s best


It’s official! I’m moving next Sunday! It’s weird how March is always one of the hardest months for me, yet it still always catches me off guard. This month I’ve dealt with a break in, the first major fight I’ve ever had with my best friend, my boss’ boss’ boss confronting me and possible landlord conflicts. After all of the troubles March has brought me, I’m looking forward to moving on, and moving out into a new place.

Some specs: 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, garden level, back yard, and big windows in the bedrooms. It’s really close to the area we live in now, but it’s a little quieter. So I’m hoping that will give me more motivation to ride my bike everywhere when I’m bored. And there will only be two of us in the new place, so we’ve decided to make the 3rd bedroom the arts and crafts room! I can’t wait! What I’m not excited about is the fact that I have to paint my current room before the new tenants get here. Why don’t these people like bright green, you ask? I don’t know. I think they’re absolutely crazy. Maybe they’re not human. I think that’s it.

Is it just me, or is it hard for everyone to pack their stuff? I am seriously having a hard time to find the motivation to get started on things the last couple of days, and am using every little excuse not to. ‘Oh! There’s something new in my Reader! I’m hungry! I want to go for a bike ride. I want to look at pictures of tattoos for 2 hours.’ These are not good ways to pack! Yet, it’s incredibly addicting and gets my mind off of stressing about all of the things I have to do. But today I brought my friend over to keep me on track, and it worked quite well. I’d say that I’m about 1/3rd of the way finished, which is great

What was your last moving experience like? How did you stay focused?


If I Could Be A…

The past week really was one stress after the other, and I’m so glad for everyone’s support. I have worked things out for the most part, but will wait till everything is confirmed to share. In other news, I recently found this meme on Shannon’s beautiful little blog, and absolutely fell in love with it. It’s nice to connect with yourself, and think about things that you wouldn’t normally every so often.

If I could be a month, I’d be September.

If I could be a day of the week, I’d be Saturday.

If I could be a time of day, I’d be 10 am.

If I could be a planet, I’d be pluto (I know this isn’t a planet anymore, but just give me this one).

If I could be a sea animal, I’d be an orca.

If I could be a direction, I’d be up.

If I could be a piece of furniture, I’d be a vintage chesterfield.

If I could be a liquid, I’d be apple juice.

If I could be a gemstone, I’d be  jade.

If I could be a tree, I’d be a birch.

If I could be a tool, I’d be a needlenose plyers.

If I could be a flower, I’d be a sunflower .

If I could be a kind of weather, I’d be a thunderstorm.

If I could be a musical instrument, I’d be a tambourine.

If I could be a color, I’d be seafoam green.

If I could be an emotion, I’d be hopeful.

If I could be a fruit, I’d be a nectarine.

If I could be a sound, I’d be a contagious laugh.

If I could be an element, I’d be air.

If I could be a car, I’d be a ’57 Chevrolet BelAir.

If I could be a taste, I’d be cheesy and delicious.

If I could be an object, I’d be an old suitcase.

If I could be a pair of shoes, I’d be a pretty pair of moccassins.

{All images from We Heart It or Google Images}

What would you be?

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Olympic Pride

With the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, our city has been crawling with crazed fans from all over the world. Let me say, being a Vancouverite in the midst of the madness has been a little stressful, but exciting to say the least! There were plenty of free events downtown and in the surrounding cities that were really accessible and a lot of fun! During the first week my friends and I went out 4 out of 5 weeknights and got home well after 11:30pm every time. Although I almost killed myself of exhaustion in the process, I’m glad that I was really putting in the effort to participate.

I remember the first show we went to and hearing Grand Derangément, a band from Nova Scotia. They actually stopped in the middle of their set so that we could watch the first Canadian Gold medalist receive his prize. I remember waiting more than 2 hours to see Alexisonfire play for free, only to find that during the first line of the first song they played, the barricade broke and they had to cancel because of safety issues. I remember walking down Granville Street at 10pm on a weeknight and running into a full on street hockey game with a swarm of spectators surrounding. I remember getting a text message at 7am on the morning of the free Deadmau5 show informing me that there was already a line, then missing the show because the venue was at capacity at 3pm (6 hours before the show). I remember countless sing-a-longs to our national anthem with people I didn’t know. I remember sitting by the big screens with Moorea, watching the hockey game, cheering for my country like it was for life or death. There are so many moments from those 2 weeks that I will remember for a long time to come.

It was completely surreal watching some of the sports on TV and realizing that they’re all happening within 2 hours from here, or that all of those crowds really were real! Watching TV and seeing wide, swooping shots of the city that I’ve lived in for the last 4 years has been completely refreshing. For once I can really step outside of myself and really see the city’s beauty from a different perspective. I can cheer for my city, and my country because I’m in the middle of it.

Canadians aren’t really known for showing their patriotism off to the world, but you’d be surprised how much pride we have.


My Life: Stolen, Piece By Piece

I found it weird this morning when I got a phone call from my landlord not even an hour into my shift at work. I made the quick decision to answer, and it followed with “Amber, I have some bad news.” Thinking of the worst possible scenarios, a thousand things ran through my head. Did I leave my hair straightener on? Was there a fire/flood? Did my rat die?… Then she said it, “Downstairs was broken into just now. I saw the guy, and chased him, but I don’t know what he took. I’m so sorry.” 2 days after giving my notice, we got broken into again.

They say that being broken into is one of the most violating feelings you can experience. Coming home to your belongings strewn across your floor and searching for possessions you knew you had is terrifying. But it’s not as terrifying as thinking about the person scoping out your house, or watching you as you leave for work. Seeing the bike tracks leading up to my window, the screen on the ground, and marks on the outside of my window where they peered in to see if there was anyone home. Was he watching me while I was sleeping? Then knowing that they went through your dresser drawers searching for anything worth selling, grazing your clothes with their hands.

Last year we were broken into not once, but twice within a month of us moving out of the suite we were living in. We lost everything. 4 computers, backpacks and a camera and a huge mess later, we were devastated. We learned that it was important to hide our laptops in a secure location every time we left the house, and to close the curtains every night. But it didn’t stop them this time. Both of my vintage Pentax cameras are gone, along with the Wii Gaming Console that I was gifted only a few months ago. They weren’t worth a lot of money, but those cameras were so sentimentally valuable to me. Although not a lot was taken, it still hurts that we were victimized yet again.

Being through 3 break ins in a year has made me a stronger person, and it’s clear that I need to get away from basement apartments in East Vancouver. But with the average cost of housing in Vancouver and my average wages, I doubt that it will be feasible. I guess just keeping my chin up and searching for apartments, hoping for the best.

I’m also hoping that this doesn’t happen again:

Cheer Up, Buttercup

The common misconception about Vancouver is that the weather conditions are always so mild. This is mostly true; Vancouverites are lucky in that they get to enjoy warm winters, and mild summers. But what most people don’t know is that this comes with major consequences. Because we are on the coast, there seems to be constant rain during the fall and winter months, and by the time February hits it seems like this whole city is such a sad and dreary place.

I was recently found this article that was so inspiring for me. It’s about things that put light back into your heart when you’re feeling down, and I was surprised to find that there were a lot of things on that list that put a smile on my face. I know that it’s not just me that has a hard time getting through the late winter months, I thought that I might share some of the things that I connected with.

So here we have it. I’ve compiled a list of 10things that will cheer me up no matter what:

1. Have a snugglefest with a friend or partner. If you don’t have one, a pillow almost makes up for it.

2. Experience a sunset. Just get out and enjoy it! Here in Vancouver there are quite a few beaches and parks that you can go to where you can sit an enjoy some peace and quiet.

3. Plan a vacation, even if you’re not going anywhere. Map out routes you would take, places you’d like to stay and people and things you’d like to see. It may not get you far, but at least it will get you out of your head for a while.

4. Get dressed up, and go out somewhere. Even if it’s just to get groceries or do little errands. Being outside and looking good is just as therapeutic as anything.

5. Escape! Go anywhere that isn’t where you live, even if it’s to the local park. If you have a car, drive outside of the city and explore a new place. Take transit to the end of the line! Do anything to experience something new.

6. Eat ice cream and watch trashy television. And I mean trashy. I mean Teen Mom on MTV trashy. It’s amusing, and makes you realize that you really don’t have it too bad sometimes.

7. Have a dinner party at your house. Invite a friend or two, and have a low key night where you can just spend time together. It could be formal, or it could be themed! If you don’t have the energy to make all of the food, you could make it a potluck!

8. Put on your favourite guilty pleasure music at a high volume and sing along as loudly as you can. For me, my guilty pleasure music is Jay-Z. Whenever I’m feeling upset, I turn on Blueprint 1, 2 or 3 full blast and show the whole world that I exist (and that Jay-Z does).

9. Find a project in a craft book or online and tackle it for the rest of the day.

10. Watch any of the following YouTube videos over and over again:
Puppy Can’t Get Up
A Word With Chester~Blanket Fort


What cheers you up on a cloudy day?

Giveaway Winner Time!

This week has been one big roller coaster after another. I promise I will be on more of a writing schedule soon! Up and coming stories include my best friend moving in with me and my roommate in our 2 bedroom apartment, trying to find affordable living in Vancouver, and Canadian spirit in Vancouver during the Olympics. But for now, I’d like to introduce you to my blog giveaway winner!

And the winner is… (drumroll)…

Elly from: The Life of Elly
Photo from Elly’s Flickr Page

Thanks for everyone who participated!