//david cook.

i don't know what rock i've been under during this season on american idol, but by chance, i happened to stumble across this video of david cook. apparently he won this season.
it's kind of amazing.
it's a really amazing cover of an already awesome song.

//oscar want a cracker?

this bird is all sorts of amazing.
make sure to watch the video halfway down.

//asian acoustic.

Soldier Boy's "Crank That"


Sean Kingston's "Beautiful Girls"


my favorite
Flo Rida's "Low"


Gorillaz' "Feel Good Inc"


Sir Mix-a-Lot's "Baby Got Back"

//a pizza hut, a pizza hut, kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut.

last night the parentals, k.spils, and i ordered pizza from the hut. here's the acutally convo that went down.

(after just ordering the two pizzas)
ph guy: so, will that be everything for you?
me: actually, if i could get an order of cheezy garlic bread to.
ph guy: k... what size? large or small?
me: do you know what the size difference is? how many pieces are there?
ph guy: uhhhhh, i gotta check. hold on.
-bad on hold music-
ph guy: k, so, the large is quite a bit larger.
me: super.... ummm, i work better with numbers than abstract descriptions, so do you know how many pieces are in each?
-on hold music-
ph guy: uhh, yeah. the large has 4 pieces.
(what is 4 quite a bit larger than? 1?)
me: ok, then i will take 1 order of the large cheezy bread.
ph guy: okay, that will be $$$ and it'll be there in an hour.

pizza gets delivered, sans cheezy bread. i've never call to bitch about a misorder before, but i was choked that they were employing a fourth grader to answer their phones. after a quick chat with a very apologetic manager, my food was back on it's way.

an hour later the hut delivery man arrived baring the fruits of my labour.
not only was i comped the cheezy bread, but they threw in a free order of garlic bread.
thank you p.hut manager at royal oak. you have successfully kissed enough ass to keep me coming back!

//props.

shout out to joanna, our friendly smoothy maker at the SUB.
s.spils and i get smoothies two or three times a week, cause they're friggin addictive, and we've befriended the manager, who happens to be the mum of a girl we went to highschool with.
jo is boss.
i, on a whim, put in a request for my favorite smoothy last week, as i knew that the semester was coming to a close.
on tuesday, as usual, we saunter up to the counter, only too see that the daily special was...
"By Request - Cranberry Orange"
thanks jo, you rock!

//most ridiculous weekend ever: day three

epic.
foo fighters.
check it off my list of life goals.

woke up at the crack of 9, showered, packed 12 of everything, etc, and then grabbed h.stone and booked it to the ferries. stayed at the holiday inn express on e. hastings in van, and managed to avoid any encounters with heroine queens. h.stone and i hit up robson and raided american apparel (gold lamé bikini top), and got the world best hot dog at café crepe.
then, it was time.
foo fighters.
dave grohl.
a god amongst men (and women!)

i am bruised, battered and stoked. h.stone and i had managed to fandangle ourselves to the very front and rocked our faces off. we made a little posse with lusty, noodle, sarah, and lyrics. we were a team.
foo epitome song: everlong -- i had that moment of being so happy and psyched, that i straight up stopped functioning and was just awestruck. that man is a he-ro.
we got back to the hotel around 1, ran back out for burger king (cause h.stone was a little peckish) and crashed around 2. 4:45 the alarm went off and we were on the road by quarter after 5. made the 7 and had h.stone at work on time by 9:30.
as spils and the parentals can attest, i'm still super hyped about this concert.

props to security guard greg for giving us water like baby birds in a nest, to lusty for protecting me from the crowd surfers (after i took a rather serious blow to the brow -swollen and bruised-), mama stone for the worst joke ever ("don't get in any foo fights!"), and drew and the most ridiculous triangle solo known to man.

//most ridiculous weekend ever: day two

rolled out of bed yesterday morning to the aftermath of the typical house party. all the dinner dishes were still piled in the sink, and as anyone who knows me can attest, i use every dish in the kitchen. got the kitchen cleaned and then went straight to work.
i was rocking a wicked hangover at work yesterday and it was inventory in bulk at t foods. long, long day... off at 9, and welcomed home by the aftermath. my entire 5 foot coffee table was covered. every square inch had a bottle, can or glass stuck to it. managed to get the house looking livable within 45 minutes (record timing) and then did a 10pm tim hortons run for supper and treats for the parental units. nothing like going to bed on a stomach full of chili...