Interrupted service..

A break from our regularly scheduled programming. This post today has been brought to you today by the good folks at Ziplock, this over-thinking brain of mine, and the letter K. So the summer of YES!! is drawing to a close. I'm going to do a recap sometime in September before I get back to school. So we're not going to talk about YES!! right now. But although I haven't been screaming it, if you're following my blog, (or if you know me IRL, or if you're simply stalking me (I'm flattered, *blush*)), you know I've been living it. So look for it in September: Procrastinate NOW!! in the summer of YES!! (the coming-of-age tale of a girl just trying to find her way in the big-bad city. A story, of a struggling journalist, lost-in-love and afraid... of living. But when she lets her hair down, and follows her dreams *cue music* anything is possible) And... as a special treat, I shall reveal the summer bingo card, that I have been threatening you with all summer. And that's not all!! The photo-a-day project shall be unveiled! An awards show shall follow. And of course, we gotta go back to the summer goals. And we'll round it all out with a clip-show. But if the summer of YES!! is coming to a close, what shall the semester, the next chapter of my life, hold in store? And more importantly, what will the semester be the semester of? OK, howsabout "The Semester of Organization and Productivity?" No? "The Semester of Decisiveness?" No? No? That's all I got! "The Semester of Love and other bad decisions?" Or, "The Semester of learning and following your dreams!" Ok, I guess I still gotta work on that. I really should work on my decision-making. I over-think everything... often before events even transpire. I'll look at something from every angle, try to determine any and all possible cause-and-effect scenarios, make pro & con lists.. then throw them out, and make a quick, rash decision. Then fret over my decision. And at the last second, change my mind. So, about this dating thing. 1. Giving my brand-spankin'-new moleskine daytimer a workout. 2. How do dudes juggle multiple chicks at once? 3. I feel terrible even talking to more than one guy at a time. 4. My new dating mantra is... meh... free dinner? 5. Feel like I shouldn't be blogging about this. 6. Don't hate the playah, hate the game. 7. Am I a hypocrite, or a revolutionary? Peut-etre, je peux ecrire en francais des mes rendez-vous? Bien sur.

I just need a quick nap, then I'm good to go.

I'm only 2 weeks into summer vacay and I'm already exhausted. Saying YES!! is really taking up a lot of my time. I received a text yesterday from my friend, and my stomach dropped. I literally couldn't do anything. I'm broke and exhausted. But all he wanted was to cancel tonight's plans, which was KICK ASS cause I was already double-booked and wondering how I was gonna swing plans with the mens and a date when neither party had anything concrete locked down. Wow, how I miss the days of lamenting my lack-of-social life and resulting boredom. I was relieved to have nothing on the horizon last night, and even more grateful for my first cancellation (although, hope that doesn't bring him bad karma...) But adventure still ensued last night. Because you know I'm always game to say YES!!...

I don't normally do this, but...

So I was out at a (shitty) club and a dude asked me for my numbah. He was cute enough. I was certainly drunk enough. He told me that he would wait 3 days to call, because he watches How I Met Your Mother. And I am OBSESSED with How I Met Your Mother. Which will henceforth be known as HIMYM. So anywho, he really scored ma numbah on the mention of HIMYM and the whole say YES!! to everything experiment. Tuesday rolled around, and sure enough, buddy texts me. I waited til yesterday to text back, in typical female fashion. But the THING is... he asked me out, but like on a group outing with his friends? That's weird, right? Oh well, definite leap on the say YES!! scale. Oh, so here is the say YES!! theory as it stands. 1. When I say YES!! the universe rewards me with adventure and/or delightful randomness 2. When someone says NO!! to me, they are punished in karmic proportions Have decided that 25 is the age I was meant to be. I even wrote a song: (to the tune of Summer of '69 by Canadian heartthrob Bryan Adams) "It was the Summer of two-thousand-and-ten I wish that I could live it again That summer I was twent-five And man I was feelin' alive" (yes, I am singing a reflective song in the moment. Can't get anymore ironic than that)

Say YES!!

I'm not normally a do-er or a joiner. I'm lazy. I'm a home-body. But then I get bored at home, and wish that I accepted that invitation to go out. So Friday was epicness. And I worked all afternoon Saturday. But Irish had been bugging me alllll week to make my entire weekend epic, and go out with her Saturday night. I refused. She relented. I got home from work. I felt restless. And sad that the semester was all-of-a-sudden complete. I also felt on the verge of tears. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was relief. I love journalism, I adore school, I'm sexually attracted to all the people that litter my day. And now, my only reason to put on pants is work? Soul-crushing karma-killing work? Something had to be done. That's when I decided: I shall say YES! to everything this summer. And where did that take me? Well, a delightful day with the Donnelly-clan. I met her entire family: mom, dad, brother and 3 sisters. Predrank at her little brother's birthday kegger, complete with highschoolers. Went to a club in a strip plaza in Ajax for her sister's personal trainer's birthday. Chatted up the cabbie. Ate chicken wings and cake with the stragglers post-kegger. Slept in Aileen's chamber of horrors. Woke up to a breakfast feast fit for Wedding Crashers. Went to her little sister's Irish dancing recital in Etobicoke. Such delightful randomness. To which old-veronica would never have agreed to. But summer-veronica, that chick is different!

Allright, down to business

Today is the first Monday without school. God do I miss it. But also I feel invigorated by the possibility of summer. Goals? Gott 'em. 1. Grow my hair. (how deliciously passive of a goal) 2. Schedule adventure and make time for shenanigans. 2b. Say YES! to everything. 3. clean and organize house (eeeeeEEE!Eeeee!!!EeeEEAAAGHJHHHHDFjfhjzg!!!!BAAAH!) It'll be frightening. I guess diet and exercise and saving money belongs under the sub category of monotony. 4. Be sober as little as possible. (see note 2. and 2b.) 5. Get this blog dun rite. 5a. post my stories. 5b. email thank yous to people I've done stories on... all the way back to September. Uh-oh. Maybe to sent them Christmas card as well. To make up for it. 6. Find sources for my beat magazine about Sex. 7. Send mail to Dan Heyman. (Immagonna stalk the CRAP out of him) 8. clean hard drive. Scary thought as well. 9. Take a photograph everyday 10. read/watch/listen to the news every day 11. Aileen's bday prezzy 11a. parents 30th wedding anni 11b. crazy stupid presents for parents for xmas 12. get my portfolio together 13. take bellydance classes 14. work on either my french or piano or my tan 15. read a book a week 16. twitter and FB 17. work on my book(s) 18. research for note 6. 19. create a rolodex of sorts 20. get a tattoo

Sorry. *PuppyDogEyes* Please forgive me...

Poor neglected blog. There's been far too much procrastination and general tomfoolery in my life (perfect blog fodder, I know) Plus, pesky journalism keeps getting in the way of things. Oh, but I have BIG plans for this blog for the summer. Be patient. May 1st will usher in a NEW era of shenanigans. Quickly though, because I know that you, loyal reader, are chomping at the bit. In online meeting today, we all were shamed by our editors. Shame, shame, BAAAAAAD journalists. WHY? No one attended the 4/20 rally, where the shit went down. I guess we were all caught up in our own celebrations :)