Bryanna and the City

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Is this a headache? Or is my hair done up too tightly?

I'm a mild hypochondriac. So when I found out yesterday that someone I was hanging out with last night hung out with someone in Mexico who was recently diagnosed with Swine Flu, I started to get a little scared. And when I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like a might puke, I got a little more scared. And after sneezing 5 times this morning, I self diagnosed myself with Swine Flu. Yes, people, I have the Swine Flu.

Well, actually, no. No, I guess I technically don't have Swine Flu, but if this person who I was hanging out with last night, who hung out with someone in Mexico who was recently diagnosed with Swine Flu, gets Swine Flu...I could be next!

This would be horrible timing since I have a week's holiday coming up and would rather be going to cafes drinking overpriced coffee and people watching and reading at the beach instead of shitting and puking and being bed ridden and having a flu that is usually associated with, well, pigs.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Full-time Awesome

Thanks for the positive feedback guys! I just want to clarify that I wasn't actually offended about my Mom's statement. If your Mom can't say that sort of thing, who can?

Also, I peak every time I leave my apartment building. I am, let's not forget, amazingly awesome.

So, just to tease a little, I have started operation "Full-time Awesome". I had been waiting for one very important piece of the operation to arrive for weeks now, and when it finally did, yesterday at 1:00 in the afternoon, I got the ball rolling in a big, BIG way. I am trying very hard to repress my excitement, but it finally feels like it will be a reality..and soon! I can't wait! I'm still able to sleep at night and the oh-my-god-I-have-so-much-to-do-and-have-no-time-to-eat stage where I lose 5 lbs hasn't started yet. But I'm prepared this time.


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Er, love ya too, Mom.

This past Easter my Mom, my rock, my inspiration looked at me and said, “Bryanna you have to figure out what you’re going to do with your life. You don’t’ want to be one of those people that peaked in high school.”

Um, ouch?!

She has a point. I do worry about this. I worry that I have no direction. I worry that I’ll wake up one morning and wonder where the years went. I worry that I’m searching for happiness instead of just being happy in the moment. I worry about what other people think when I say, “I’m a receptionist”, even though it’s not permanent. You see? I can’t even say it without adding a disclaimer. I worry about money, even when I have it. However, I don’t think it’s a completely fair statement, this “peaking in high school” she talks about. You see, I kicked ass in high school. No, I took the ass of high school and kicked it so hard that it still needs an inflatable donut to sit down and, even then, it winces and curses my name. I played sports. I volunteered. I was involved in clubs and councils and groups. I got straight A’s and was Co- Valedictorian. I also had a part-time job and partied and hung out with boys and partook in a little underage drinking and perhaps some other “controlled” substances. Oh, and did I mention the Governor General’s medal? Yeah, so I’m kind of at a disadvantage here. I mean, if I’m not the valedictorian at my job or in my relationships does that mean that I’m not successful? Does that mean that my life now is less valuable, less important, less…meaningful? Does that really mean that my life is headed on a steady decline? At the age of 26?

And what about the people that sucked in high school? Those who just softly caressed the ass of high school? Can it really be that by just “not sucking” post high school they’re doing any better than me in life?

And what do we classify as success anyways? Is success directly proportional to the amount of student loan debt one incurs over the years? The more zeros, the more one is, supposedly, educated? Or is it the zeros in one’s bank account or one’s pay check that matter? Or perhaps it’s not even a numbers game, it’s one of letters? How many letters do you have after your name? Only 2? Hmm…guess you peaked in high school sweetie.

The tricky thing is that success is subjective. Everyone has his or her own idea about what success really is and consequently they judge others by this personal yard stick. For some people it’s money, for others it’s a family, and for some it’s about experience. For most, I hope, it has something to do with happiness, but, I wouldn’t want to subject my own biases onto you and assume this.

I may not be where I hope to be in 5 years, but who really is? We change. We grow. We constantly move forward. And that’s what I’m doing.

I just can’t really write about it…yet.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

TOOT...toot, toot!

Hey, so this is my blog and I'll toot my own horn if I want to!

While I was eating my amazingly tasty homemade spinach, turkey, feta, & cottage cheese quesadilla that I finished, oh 2 minutes ago, I had one of those, "I'm freakin' awesome (!!!)" moments. Actually, maybe the word was amazing? Anyways, it was one of those a-words.

I'm amazingly awesome.

Speaking of amazingly awesome a-things, it's Alayne's birthday today. Happy Birthday, Sister from the same Mister! xx

K, thanks for checking in!


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Same guy, same street corner, same question...a whole new kind of creepy

So, I saw the "coffee guy" again this morning. From the directions the unsuspecting woman was giving him, it was obvious that he had asked her the exact same question.

Is this guy a creep or a genius?

I'm leaning towards creep. A very persistent creep.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

In the past week I've seen two people walking around Vancouver with surgical face masks on. It makes me wonder, either they know something we don't know, or people in Vancouver are getting very paranoid/germaphobic.


Also, organic almonds are much more expensive (almost 3x more) than ordinary ones. I bought some in the bulk foods section at Safeway the other day and for a second I felt an impulse to write down the non-organic bin #. I did not and ended up paying over ten dollars for a weeks worth of snacking almonds. They don't taste any better than the non-organic ones, FYI.

Since writing about getting a new hair style for 2009, I have not gotten my hair cut or highlighted. It is at the long and unruly stage again. I also have a year's worth of roots. That's like, 6 inches. I am only mildly concerned about this, as I have other more important things to spend my money on these organic almonds.

I am heading to Kamloops for the Easter long weekend tonight on the Greyhound. I wonder how long people will continue to warn me about sitting at the front of the bus to avoid being decapitated?

It took me a few minutes to think of the term decapitated. I thought it started with the letter "c". My thought process went like this: "capacitated"... no..."capitated"... no..."capapitated"... no..."what the f*ck is this word?" I figured it out eventually.

Moving along...

I think my dental hygienist thinks that I'm bulimic. Apparently, my teeth show signs of frequent puking. I haven't thrown up since last summer when I drank three gin martinis. I puked up green olives. I haven't had a gin martini since.

Speaking of puke, the cute little neighborhood cat is back. She puked up green grass on my carpet the other day and ever since I've been hesitant about letting her back in. I mean, if I wanted to clean up cat puke, I'd have a cat of my own. Right? Right. She is super cute though, minus the puking incident.

"Discretionary" holidays are annoying. Either give us the day off, or make us come in. I don't want to feel like a slacker if I take it off and I also don't want to feel like a martyr if I come in. Hmm...yes, annoying.

I need to get out of my cell phone contract. Out of the many, many things that I need to do in the next 8 weeks, this is the one that is giving me the most anxiety. I'll let you know how Bell vs. Bryanna goes.

Writing short random things about nothing is much easier than writing something with any substance.

Monday, April 06, 2009

On my two block walk to work this morning I was approached by a young-ish man. He wanted to know where he could go for coffee in the area that wasn't a McBlenzbucks. I pointed him towards Wicked two blocks North and some places further up Granville. And then he was like, "hey, would you like to go for coffee with me sometime? I mean, you probably have a boyfriend..."

I smiled. Thanked him. Declined. And went on my way.


The weather has been blissfully wonderful these past few days. It's amazing how the sun can invigorate the body. I've missed it and hope that it decides to stick around for a while.

Things are good here. Really good. Great even!

Hopefully I'll be able to write about the good and the great soon. Give me 6 weeks or so.