Posts tagged moving
“I’m okay with Mainstream, get your vegan tempeh sandwich away from me!”
I’m really wishing I’d brought peanut butter and jelly to work right aboot nyoo. I swear to gahd I didn’t see that video until after I’d purchased lunch… which just so happened to be a tempeh wrap. Don’t hate.
The irony! The double irony. I only bought Tempeh to be ironic in the first place. Fermented soy stopped being cool the second my mom could bring it home from Zehrs (but refused to because I need to stop eating like a “freaky hippy” or something).
Fungi is fun, guy! Blossom is fun too…
You guys are hot. Double hot because you’re funny and have the skills required to show this to the world.
It’s great to see that lonely island-style rap parody web video genre continue to thrive. Rumor has it one Torontonian blondebot you love to hate for speaking in third person sometimes is working on something similar with somebody very cool. But not today. Moving weekend has taken a toll on my brain – especially with Nuit Blanche thrown into the mix.
Hot damn was that one loooong Saturday. 6:00 am -> 6:00 am. My arms are jelly, my lids are heavy, and my new loft is only about 20% unpacked. “My new loft”… myaw. Look at my chandellieeeer.
And my pussycat…
And my heap of stuff stuff stuff STUPID STUFF….
You can also look at this roundup of what I wore during TIFF 2011, if you’re past that “sick to death of TIFF crap” phase by now:
C’est tout! Now, I gots to see an office about an organizing…
Moving is hard.
Not physically hard (at least, not when you’ve got a lot of strong men in your life), but mentally hard. It can be frustrating, exhausting and emotionally taxing, too.
Last week, we emptied out the storage locker I was renting in London and got most of my furniture up to ze new pad safely. That went swimmingly – no beefs there. Still working on getting the bedroom organized, but it’s coming along. As you can see from this little viddy I took before I moved out of the best bedroom ever in London, I have a lot of bedroom stuff:
This weekend, I came home to collect the rest of my stuff (yes, there’s more!) and… it wasn’t nearly as easy as I thought it would be.
I had planned on just grabbing the rest of my wardrobe, some office supplies, art, snowboarding gear (just in case?) and coats.
I figured I could leave the boxes upon boxes of old clothes and toys I wasn’t using in the corner of my parents’ basement like I’ve been doing for years, but my mom had other plans.
To be fair, the stuff in my “corner” of the basement was more like a growing rainbow-coloured blob that was now monopolizing at least a quarter of the room it was in.
It began in 2007 when I went on exchange and left everything that couldn’t come to Sweden in what used to be mine and Brodie’s play room.
It had been a sewing room at one point and then a “home gym”/bowflex storage room, but post-Euro trip it was simply the “Lauren’s junk room” – and my mom was ready to reclaim the space.
“Ready to get to work?” she asked me excitedly, latte in hand after teaching me how to use the new espresso machine (that I will inevitably break anyway).
“Yeah, yeah… let’s do it” I replied, assuming that we’d be down there for about about an hour tossing some junk into boxes while the kitties supervised.
Four hours later, I emerged exhausted and nostalgic with an empty mug and half a truckload worth of clothes designated for the local Goodwill.
My mom was happy as a clam, but I was already grieving my California Raisins All-Star tee and Southpark pajama pants.
The only way I could bring myself to part with a lot of my old things was to take pictures of them for memory’s sake.
Most of these photos, I won’t bore you with by posting on the blog (the stuffed animal collection alone could fill a book… A really weird book.) but a few select outfits were kind of LOLworthy so I set my video camera to photo-mode and posed it out:
I worked at Sport Check for two weeks when I was 16. This was one of so many part-time jobs I held down for about a minute until I found something I liked more. I think I left this job to work at a Fish&Chips restaurant for two shifts before I got hired at another mall store.)
The CKSS gym outfit, I’m not giving away. I’m going to rock that at the yuppie gym I go to in Liberty Village just to be conspicuosly less cool than the Lulu clad, cake faced, fake-boobied girls who walk on the treadmill next to me.
If you think that getup looks big on me now, you should have seen it in Grade 9 when I was only 5’3. Shrimpies unite!
I bought these cool Hawaiian shorts when I was 14 because I was cool like that. My mom was like “Hey, those still fit! Why don’t you keep them?” and I was like “They fit, but they’re totally ghey.” My mom agreed “Yeah, they are pretty ghey.” She never uses words like that, so it was hilarious.
The GAP sweater was my pride and joy in Grade 8. I bought it at Devonshire mall and wore the hell out of it until pretty much the end of highschool (as can be seen by the completely busted sleeve that I refused to let anyone fix because it gave the garment “character”). Time to part ways, old friend.
I fancied myself quite the seamstress back in the day. A stylist and coiffure too. Doesn’t she look lovely?
The miracle McWatch. Purchased at a German McDonald’s in 2001 – lasted (without a battery replacement) until 2004, if I’m not mistaken. Best Deutsche Marks I ever did spend.
My parents just left to go to a wedding. Who gets married on a Sunday night? Doctors or something. Weird, I know. I took some candids of them getting ready.
Alright, it’s time for me to stop blogcrastinating and get back to this crash course in After Effects.
I’m not going to have time to figure it out on the fly next week when TIFF starts and I’m producing erreday.
Ooooh and speeeeaking of the festival (and related events), I may or may not have some VIP party tickets to give away this week. Okay, I DO.
Get @ me if you’re a good Tweeter and you want to hit a special event at one of the most buzzed about celebrity stomping grounds in Yorkville on Friday. I’ll Tweet about it later, maybe. For now, this is a blogsclusive. You know where to find me
PS – I kept the California Raisins shirt. It’s going back into the basement for future “goodbye” photos.
What. A. Weekend.
It feels like it was about 5 minutes long, but that’s okay. Time flies when you’re having much merriment (and/or hauling gear around your pad), am I right?
So many videos are coming – no joke. I collected enough footage this weekend to make a documentary. Maybe I will…
I’ll call it “Capitalism: A Love Story”. That’s a good name for a doc, right?
It’ll mostly be me, dancing around Toronto like a Spaz, a la:
I’d watch a full length feature film of myself doing the boogie slide for sure – but that’s only because I’m a stark raving narcissist like that.
What a nice event. I learned a thing or two about pvc trim and lessening my carbon footprint (Did you know that the energy saved from just one pop can can operate a TV set for 3 hours? I just Googled that. It’s legit.) and had the chance to eat some of my beloved street corn.
Today, I hit up Fan Expo, which is kind of like Comic Con but Canadian and bigger. Shatner was there. ‘Nuff said.
I didn’t meet him, mind you… but he was there. I did get to battle with Kick Ass, buy some toys and kiss Tron on the mouth. That was cool.
Full on VLOG post coming laytah. In the meantime, please enjoy this little “Happy Birthday Zacky” vid I threw together from the other night. Full length interviews with all of the special guests I talked to will be uploaded when I get a freakin’ chance, JEEZ!
I full like I’m working two full time jobs right now between my job job, my blog blog, and all of these other little gigs I’ve got running on the side. TIFF is going to be insanity.
Meh. I’ll sleep when I am dead. And unpack my new apartment while I watch the Emmys right meow!
Jane Lynch and Betty White, Eric Stonestreet and Dexter’s Steve Shill also took home awards. Kill me with a machete made of AWESOME why don’t you.
And please Kill Edie Falco for stealing Tina Fey (or Amy Poehler)’s award, while you’re at it. Ahhhh, I kid, I keed. I love Edie Falco. I just love my funnygirls more.
I’m going to go watch the rest of this now and nerd out some more. It’s going to be a late night assembling well-priced, mass produced Swedish furniture, I tell you what.
<3 Lauren O’Parsons
Hi precious flowers,
Blackberry Blogging. Moving day. Internet comes to the new digs tomorrow.
If you see a blonde girl walking down the street with her blog face on, two hands to the BB, stunna specs in full effect, that’s totally me. Hi.
Oh Rogers man, how eagerly I await your visit. My peripheral metacarpals quiver in anticipation.
Last night’s parties were so good.
Got to play with a whole bunch of new friends and old friends and random coolbies. Just how I like it.
Nate and Corey and Andrew and Casie and Liz and other Corey and Sean and a whole bunch of Toronto Twitteraties and other media kids were at Zacky’s party. I would link them if I was on a COMPUTER. RAH.
Met up for a minute with Brodie & co. after that (HI!) and was going to swing by Fierce Fab’s soiree in the North but it was getting late so I cuddled with Groundskeeper Willy and crashed around 4 a.m. instead because I knew I had to be up early.
You see, today was MOVING DAY!
We got everything into my new room a few hours ago and then I treated my crew to sushi ’cause they deserved it for hauling my stuff up and down the stairs.
I love you all so much – Thankyou from the bottom of my weakling heart.
I’m on the subway right now, almost at St. George station. Going down to Yonge-Dundas square for the Livegreen Festival VIP meet and greet (Thanks @NotableTV!)
I’d skip it to unpack some more, but I really want to say what’s up to Divine Brown ’cause I’m a hyooooge fan.
All of the interview videos from last night will be posted this week. I talked to a bunch of cool peeps…
I can’t pick a favourite because they’re all sweet. Aleesia, Spenny, and Bachelorette boy top the list. That’s as far as I’ll go. Oh! And Lizzie and Casie, obvs, ’cause nothing is more fun than shoving a mic in your homegirl’s face for a recorded gab!
G2G now – at Yonge-Dundas square. Fourth time this week… Something keeps drawing me back
Love you – and mother earth too.
-Reduce, Reuse, Recycle O’Nizzle