I Have Excellent Taste In Everything...

...Especially music (or so I like to think). Here're some (mostly older) tracks I've been listening to and loving as of late:


The Canadian indie scene has gotten so, so good in the past few years. See if you can get your hands on their upcoming album Departing, it's more of the same in the best possible way.


If you've never given this album your full attention, do it now. Haunting, beautiful, depressing, etc. (All my favourite things in music.)


Always and forever.


To be honest, I'm not sure if I genuinely love this song or if it's just that it's a culmination of my love for both Sleigh Bells and Donald Glover, but it works.


Bright Eyes have come a long, long way since 1998's Letting Off the Happiness, and I must say I've enjoyed the journey. Well, most of it--Cassadaga and I will never be more than just friends. Thankfully, The People's Key returns to a more classic sound. Sure, Conor no longer wails into the mic on every other heart-wrenching track, but I guess we all have to grow up at some point. (Ha, I say that like I don't still listen to A Perfect Sonnet or You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. or No Lies, Just Love all the damn time.) Anyways, where was I? Right. New album = awesome. And thank God, because it looks like it'll most likely be their last, which I don't even want to think about right now. I'm just happy I have my tickets to see them on April 8th at the Commodore. Actually, happy's a bit of an understatement--the thought of finally being in the same room as Conor Oberst makes me kind of nauseous and giddy.

This is getting too long. One day I'll dedicate an entire post to the influence Bright Eyes had on my teenage self, but I'll spare y'all that saga for now.

Stylin' Babby

While going through old pictures for a school project, I discovered that yes, I really was the most fashionable baby.



Sadly my fashion sense took an abrupt nose dive around the age of 12:



Oh, the horror.

I'm literate

What I've read in the past two weeks:

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk

The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood

Not dead

What I was up to in the last month (besides woefully ignoring my blog):


We didn't do much for Christmas this year; no turkey, no big family gathering, not even a traditional viewing of the Muppets' Christmas Carol. It was nice to have a quiet holiday, though. I finally got a Kindle, which has already made my commute a million times more enjoyable.


I was in the kitchen a lot over winter break. Highlights include peppermint marshmallows, white chocolate biscotti, candied almonds, and (pictured) peppermint almond chocolate bark. Can you sense a bit of a theme?


On New Years Eve my friend Robyn and I went to the Astoria ($10! No line! Baby Duck by the bottle!) where we ran into Jordan (in the above photo avec moi), one of my PR classmates. Many good times were had, and if I could remember any of them I'd elaborate, but I can't, so...


I'll be honest...as glamourous as my life must seem (stop laughing) I spent most of my time cuddling with my favourite feline and sneezing constantly as a result. It was a good winter break.