tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49559607111839501742011-12-20T22:28:31.913-05:00I'm a glass half-full kinda galJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-14758193569873891832010-09-22T09:51:00.002-04:002010-09-22T09:54:45.915-04:00

I used to be a very creative person. I was always acting, writing, drawing, painting…I was always creating. Lately, though, I don’t feel like a creative person at all. I feel like a, *gasp*, Normal!I don’t know if I’ve been in a funk, if I’ve lost my spark, if I’ve let my day job get the better of me or if I’ve become lazy, but I don’t think I’ve written anything in weeks and I haven’t had any

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-83501788075833845032010-08-12T19:23:00.002-04:002010-08-12T19:29:15.287-04:00

Why is it called "Sue Thomas F.B.Eye" if she's deaf? She can still see. Shouldn't it be "Sue Thomas F.B.Ear" or something?

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-43280781813318033142010-08-12T12:31:00.003-04:002010-08-12T12:38:15.864-04:00

I have a confession to make: I love coffee. I know, I know. I'm weak. I'm misguided. I don't understand how terrible this DRUG really is and just what it's doing to my body. I am a lesser person than you. But I Just can't help it. Drinking coffee has become one of those things we are supposed to be ashamed to do. Akin to watching a few hours of tv after work or eating raw cookie dough as

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-69305259379590080362010-08-10T11:54:00.002-04:002010-08-10T12:00:56.091-04:00

While biking to work today, I encountered a hideous sight. I’m used to seeing the fat homeless lady airing out her under-skirt bits, and I’m used to seeing garbage strewn about. I even wouldn’t really be too surprised if I saw that naked woman sleeping on a bench again. But this…this was different. Picture this: perfectly normal looking Asian girl. Big hair on top of her head, baggy layered

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It’s amazing how creativity and inspiration can come and go seemingly on a whim. While holed up on my couch, purging what can only be described as “the devil’s idea of hilarious” from my body, I kept thinking of things I wanted to write about; jokes, musings, blog entries and sketches all popped into my mind and I thought “I have to write that down!” Tyra would come back on or Maurry would tell

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Update:My roommate Stacey has weighed in on Lola’s writings in a mass Facebook thread:Stacey:ALTERNATE THEORY:Lola is, in fact, a conduit, attempting to communicate IN BINARY, transcribing part of a Department of Defense satellite transmission!!Any day now we will come home to find binary-covered pieces of paper laid out across the floor of the living room, forming an image of Jenny's face.[Note:

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There are a few people on this Earth that I love more than anything. My friend Mike is one of them.Mike is an artist, writer, photographer, and has been unemployed for a while. He's been hanging out with the cat a lot lately.Here is a message Mike sent me. I was literally laughing so hard I was crying. Mascara everywhere. I hope it's as funny for you:Late last night while lying down, Lola hopped

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For the past three weeks Metro and 24h newspapers have hired people to stand at the corner of Yonge and Bloor and hand out papers. Giving free hand-outs is a great promotional tool and really does encourage people to try new things and buy your product. At Yonge and Bloor we get all sorts of cool hand-outs; shampoo, cooking sauces, water, juices…for two months last summer I didn’t have to buy

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-38463289071874220832010-07-14T09:49:00.003-04:002010-07-14T10:10:10.612-04:00

I have never learned the military alphabet. I don’t know where people learn this alphabet and I’m not sure why people learn it, but somehow I missed that lesson. It’s not a huge deal; it doesn’t come up in most peoples’ everyday conversation so what does it matter if they say “A like Apple” or “A like Alpha”? For me, though, I have to spell things out like that over the phone every other day

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-3298592284475385692010-07-09T08:59:00.004-04:002010-07-09T14:47:38.857-04:00

Check out this National Geographic link with amazing pictures of newly discovered species at the bottom of the ocean. Included are three "living fossils" which scientists think are links between things that hung out in primordial goop and humans today. And this link if you're interested in birds that can see magnetic fields when their vision is sharp. COOL.

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-74561819756183575672010-07-08T16:07:00.003-04:002010-07-08T16:14:23.691-04:00

Stop putting celery in stuff.If I want a chicken salad sandwich, I want a chicken salad sandwich. Chicken + mayo = chicken salad. You throw celery in there and it ruins the integrity of the sandwich. It’s no longer “chicken salad”. It’s “Chicken Salad XTREME” or some shit. Stop putting stuff in there.Would you put walnuts in a chicken salad sandwich you were serving to a friend or bedfellow you

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-68302856368730247772010-07-08T10:15:00.003-04:002010-07-08T10:23:35.483-04:00

I swear to god the next person that steps out into the road while I'm biking down it, I'm going to hit. If you seriously can't walk 10 feet to the intersection and cross there, then I seriously can't wait to run into you with my bike. And hopefully, the accident results in you bleeding.And I swear to god the next person that pushes their stroller out in the middle of Yonge Street and tries to

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-69961668229700043852010-06-11T09:45:00.002-04:002010-06-11T09:52:22.587-04:00

Who do I ride for?I ride for my dad, who went from diagnosed to dead in five months.I ride for my mom, who had to support three teenagers who just lost their dad.I ride for my siblings, even though they’re brats.I ride for John, my best friends’ father, and a man I consider my second dad, who is going through his third (fourth? Fifth?) round of chemo.I ride for Carole who continues to travel back

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-9459206137683150552010-06-09T09:37:00.002-04:002010-06-09T09:41:58.140-04:00

The last few days have truly been inspiring.I’ve never been good with fundraising. When I was a kid I remember hating going door to door for Brownies or 30 hour famines…and I’m pretty sure my mom has a story about me eating a bunch of chocolate bars instead of selling them to raise money (though that may be more of a ‘fat kid’ story than a ‘fundraising’ one). When I signed up to do the Ride to

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-81902767745582252612010-06-08T13:48:00.000-04:002010-06-08T13:49:26.619-04:00

Three years ago I decided I wanted to try biking in the city. My mom gave me her old bike and I hopped on. It was a disaster. I would huff and puff all the way to yoga class and would huff and puff my way halfway back home again, often opting to walk the 45 minutes home instead of bike. I got a temp assignment and would have to arrive 20 minutes early so I could change and cool off and try to

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-42409331279695754572010-06-02T09:40:00.005-04:002010-06-02T09:57:53.060-04:00

These days, most people are trying to eat healthily and make good choices. We opt for brown bread, have turned our backs on margarine, and grains like couscous and quinoa are starting to replace rice and potatoes at family meals. Blame it on the internet, the media or our fat asses, but either way making healthy choices is smart and is fast becoming a good trendNote: even though it’s a good trend

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-41491960709674558322010-05-28T09:54:00.000-04:002010-05-28T09:56:38.045-04:00

Almost everyone in my house (six different apartments) is moving out this summer, so my slumlord has been hanging out showing the apartments to potential tenants. Whenever I see a new line-up of people, I’m faced with the dilemma of “do I tell them”. Do I tell them about the mice? Do I tell them that we are pretty sure we saw roaches in our kitchen last week? Do I tell them that the landlord

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-70856675708761477542010-04-27T09:36:00.001-04:002010-04-27T09:39:11.183-04:00

I was watching Breakfast Television this morning (because I feel that since I’m an adult and work 9-5 it should be part of my life…but also because I don’t have a kitchen table and have to eat in the living room. Paradox!) and there was a story of a 79 year old man who was mugged on the subway this past weekend. While he got his wallet back (less $40) what most upset him was that no one helped

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-1787664995791716192010-04-16T16:22:00.003-04:002010-04-16T16:27:07.254-04:00

I'm going to try adding more photos to this blog. I like blogs with photos. Let's do it! Here is one of my favourite dinners as of late: roasted small potatoes with steamed kale and asparagus, with a delicious lentil patty I found here. These lentil patties are so SO good, easy to make, fairly quick and keep well. Yum.Ern, and a beer. Because I like beer. A lot. I also got an iPhone yesterday,

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-14051251891814573262010-04-09T10:01:00.000-04:002010-04-09T10:03:57.975-04:00

I’ve never been a runner. When I was 14 years old my friend Lan and I decided we were going to start running before school. We got up early, would meet halfway and start running. For the first week, we both huffed and puffed and didn’t get too far, but Lan assured me that it would get easier. And it did.For her.Week two and she was fine, while I still had to stop every two minutes to try and

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-1321100191323655712010-03-30T14:28:00.001-04:002010-03-30T14:28:50.399-04:00

My Ride to Conquer Cancer is under three months away. Three months. Three months and I have to go from where I am now (7km a day in two 3.5km chunks to/from work) to biking 200km over two days. Three months to go from ‘chubby, slightly lazy girl’ to ‘muscular biking machine that helps cure cancer’. I’m terrified.When I first signed up for this I was motivated and pumped. Now I’m just scared.

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-33395820416143856492010-03-12T09:53:00.002-05:002010-03-12T09:54:48.690-05:00

Hey!How’s it going? I hope your week went well. TGIF amiright?!Listen, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to say to you for a while now. I guess you’ve noticed that we haven’t really seen much of each other for the last few weeks, eh? I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you or anything, but I just…I just wasn’t sure what I wanted and was too chicken to say anything out loud. Stupid, I know. I’ve

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-65851341003402911882010-03-11T14:31:00.000-05:002010-03-11T14:32:11.285-05:00

Spring cleaning is going to be different this year.Every spring I do a big wardrobe switch (put my winter clothes in storage and take my summer clothes out), and I inevitably end up filling an entire garbage bag full of clothes to give away to Goodwill. It seems that even though I’m constantly getting rid of things, I always have too much stuff. This spring, though, I’m determined to get rid of

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-20328721409918444762010-03-02T11:03:00.002-05:002010-03-02T11:07:25.722-05:00

In a world where the icecaps are melting, the ocean has a giant garbage pit in it, birds are disappearing and we pay $0.05 for plastic grocery bags, I think it’s a safe bet to say that most people are fairly eco-conscious. Politicians use the environment to help them win elections, celebs are proudly carrying canvas sacs that state “I am not a plastic bag” and even biking seems to be totally

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-38237109763333415912010-03-01T11:26:00.003-05:002010-03-01T11:39:58.946-05:00

I resolved to only buy a metropass for the coldest, snowiest months (Jan and Feb), meaning today was my first bike ride to work in a long time. It felt GREAT! I sat tall and bundled in mittens and my winter coat, and, though my legs ached a bit as I was fighting against the wind, it was nice to be back out on my bike again. I feel like I may regret my decision later this week, as it's supposed

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-68415621727826543802010-02-24T09:52:00.005-05:002010-02-24T10:45:51.317-05:00

The older I get, the more stubborn I become.I used to be a pretty passive, easy-going, happy person. Things wouldn’t get to me, I wouldn’t hold grudges, I was okay with every-day little “irks” and let them wash over me without a thought. Now, though, things are different. When someone doesn’t hold the door open as they walk through it (thereby slamming the door in my face when I’m right behind

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-24670240700694981332010-02-10T11:32:00.006-05:002010-02-16T11:48:20.333-05:00

Men have all the luck.Not only do they not have to deal with periods, wearing bras, bitches that hold grudges, or worries that they may be pregnant, but men also lose weight faster and easier than women.MUCH faster and easier than women.My co-worker and I started this whole "journey" thing around the same time, around the same weight. And as of right now, he is 15lbs lighter than I am. FIFTEEN.

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-36870466456360993032010-02-03T16:23:00.004-05:002010-02-04T11:31:30.355-05:00

Last weekend, a friend of mine was talking about Super Volcanoes (they're just what you think they are - big volcanoes that can superly mess things up). I decided to read up on them today which inevitably led me down a Wiki-hole to learn about volcanoes in Canada.Did you know that there are over 200 potentially active volcanoes in Canada? 49 of which have erupted in the past 10,000 years! 10,000

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-40206419438662750642010-01-28T11:34:00.003-05:002010-01-28T11:37:50.963-05:00

I've been on the "lose weight" wagon for a few months now and have been writing about it every now and then. I've decided to share some of it here, which scares the shit outta me. Admitting these things is hard and extremely personal, as I don't hold anything back...but I think that writing them down and letting people read them is going to be good for me. Freeing. Motivating, even. Who knows.

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-75822127738288226752010-01-21T10:50:00.001-05:002010-01-21T10:52:54.183-05:00

I've been on the "lose weight" wagon for a few months now and have been writing about it every now and then. I've decided to share some of it here, which scares the shit outta me. Admitting these things is hard and extremely personal, as I don't hold anything back...but I think that writing them down and letting people read them is going to be good for me. Freeing. Motivating, even. Who knows. Is

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-71386702874129774452010-01-19T11:54:00.005-05:002010-01-20T14:58:39.297-05:00

I've been on the "lose weight" wagon for a few months now and have been writing about it every now and then. I've decided to share some of it here, which scares the shit outta me. Admitting these things is hard and extremely personal, as I don't hold anything back...but I think that writing them down and letting people read them is going to be good for me. Freeing. Motivating, even. Who knows. My

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-82976883159651716372009-12-10T13:56:00.002-05:002009-12-10T14:06:45.245-05:00

Hey!You want to go on dates! That’s so awesome! The thing is, you seem to be completely oblivious to the rules of dating, the rules of being a gentleman and the general laws that come along with being a normal member of society. You seem great – you really do – so I’m gonna help you out. Here are my rules of dating. Read them. Learn them. Understand that I’m just trying to help. Don’t get

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-45259944504084946022009-12-03T11:23:00.002-05:002009-12-03T11:40:45.201-05:00

Me, I cut mine into quarters.Everyone loves grilled cheese sandwiches. Even lactose intolerant people can say "yeah man, grilled cheese sandwiches look pretty awesome". I mean, who couldn't love melty, creamy cheese between two pieces of buttery toast? Gah, throw bacon in there and you've got my Last Meal.The thing people can't seem to agree on, though, is how it should be cut. Growing up, my

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-25362907965917497212009-11-02T13:46:00.005-05:002009-11-02T15:47:33.305-05:00

"Never cheap-out on peanut butter and toothbrushes."My mom has said this to me many times and I don't think I really 'got' it until the last year or so; you should never cheap-out on peanut butter and toothbrushes.Let's face it: I can be a cheap person. I buy cheap vitamins, cheap cheese, cheap shoes, and I don't think I've ever bought a movie full-price, instead I opt for the previously viewed/

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-10939790068647392312009-10-28T13:07:00.004-04:002009-10-28T14:11:06.664-04:00

My friend called me the other day and asked me how long eggs were "good" for after their expiration date (about a week or so, generally), and how long she could keep boiled eggs in the fridge (1-2 weeks). This got me thinking about foods and food storage, and about something that totally baffled me when I was in Australia:In Australia, they sell eggs unrefrigerated. Yep, between the cookies and

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-41182668494898304762009-10-08T10:18:00.001-04:002009-10-08T10:20:56.235-04:00

I dyed my hair last week. Black. “Liquorice” to be precise (wow, that’s a hard word to figure out how to spell). To me it was a shocking change, but to others it wasn’t very noticeable at all.This week, though, EVERYONE sees it. Everyone is complimenting the colour and telling me that it makes my eyes pop. Everyone is telling me it’s great on me and that my other hair colour (my natural one) is

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-47293278429386126442009-09-29T09:47:00.002-04:002009-09-29T09:58:20.927-04:00

Last night I was rushing from the gym to the theatre, and I stopped to get tokens from one of the machines. I put my $10 in, got my four tokens and was happily on my way, when I saw a man on the opposite side of the turnstiles holding a $10 bill out to me and saying "get me some tokens". Huh? Get you some tokens?He wasn't being polite or asking me nicely...he simply said "get me some tokens"

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-29801249177681481062009-09-21T16:02:00.003-04:002009-09-21T16:25:25.964-04:00

I tend to check a few websites a few times a day; mental_floss, digg, awkward family photos and, as ashamed as I am to admit it, LOLcats. When I first heard about LOLcats, I thought it was the stupidest thing ever. The pictures were cute, sure, but the language and captions were beyond stupid. Eventually, though, I grew to enjoy it and even "lol" every now and then.The thing I can't stand, though

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-31704982380872318162009-07-30T09:53:00.004-04:002009-07-30T09:58:10.831-04:00

An interesting article from a great science blog, The Frontal Cortex, about how our brains love and crave calories.From the article:" Let's imagine, for instance, that some genius invented a reduced calorie bacon product that tasted exactly like bacon, except it had 50 percent fewer calories. It would obviously be a great day for civilization. But this research suggests that such a pseudo-bacon

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-6186103347973604732009-07-27T13:29:00.001-04:002009-07-27T13:30:53.426-04:00

I think you’re a jerk if…- you stand in subway doors- you stop in the middle of the sidewalk to tie your shoe/talk to a friend/read a book- you listen to your mp3 player so loudly that I can’t hear my music over yours- you don’t hold the door for someone as you walk through- you get off an escalator and don’t move to the side- you snap and holler to get a server’s attention- you work in customer

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-65479405467132242272009-07-24T15:56:00.004-04:002009-07-24T16:14:19.732-04:00

The women's locker room is a weird place.Not only do you have boobs hanging out everywhere, a lot of higher-pitched talks about "what she said to him and like I just don't think that's cool", and random women trying to enter in conversation while you're trying to change without showing them your cooch...but you have those few people who are so comfortable with their bodies that they just walk

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-42295481241423419292009-07-22T11:35:00.004-04:002009-07-22T14:41:01.602-04:00

I haven't been involved in many weddings yet. Being young, not too many of my friends have tied the knot (though I'm sure this will change in the next few years) so I'm not very 'in the know' about weddings.Until a year ago I had never heard of a 'Stag & Doe' party. In my mind a couple had a bachelorette/bachelor party and then the wedding. That's it. C'est tout. Two parties.Apparently not.

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-71260744235580904872009-06-17T14:10:00.000-04:002009-06-17T14:11:48.551-04:00

Craigslist is great.I have found jobs through it, books, friends, first dates, rides and countless hours of entertainment. The Personals are always good for a laugh, the For Sale section is always good for a bargain, and every now and then the Free section really blows my mind. Usually the Free section is filled with couches, tables, dirt and wood, though sometimes you find great ads with great

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On the bike ride home from work I tend to cross from Wellesley through a park to Harbord.  Today when I came into the park, I saw a group of people blocking the sidewalk, looking up into a tree.  Coming closer, I saw that there was a Red-Tailed Hawk having an early dinner of fresh pigeon.  He was just hanging out up there, munching away, tearing flesh and feathers with his sharp talons and beak,

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A great article comparing real foods to fake foods:http://bit.ly/2njBA(I know I've been away for a while, but I'll be back by the end of the week!)

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With May coming to an end it's time we start planning our summers. Throw on your sunscreen and be sure to check out these great Toronto street festivals:Bloor Annex BIA - June 14th, 12:00pm-6:00pmBloor street closed from Bathurst to Spadina with tables set-up showcasing the Annex's great wares. Hopefully Organics on Bloor has fresh fruit again this year!Taste of Little Italy - June 19th, 6pm-2am,

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The 10th Annual Doors Open Toronto goes down this weekend (May 23rd and 24th) and I'm excited to check it out. Doors Open happens all over Ontario and the world, giving the public free access to hundreds of historical, remarkable and interesting buildings around the city. Some highlights I'm looking forward to seeing include Casa Loma, Fort York, the Spadina Museum, Queen's Park and the Don

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STOP THE PRESSES! OBAMA EATS THINGS FROM OTHER COUNTRIES! HE IS UN-AMERICAN! HE IS EATING ELITIST CONDIMENTS! Really? Really Fox News?I used to work at a coffee shop and we had CNN on tv all day, every day. I found out a few things about news stations like that, namely that they talk about one of these three things:1- War2- Terrorism 3 - Betsy Sue winning the blue ribbon at the county

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This article from The Star discusses a great new project popping up next week in Montreal - bike rentals. Montreal is a great city for biking; why can't Toronto be too? Sure we have a couple bike lanes around the university and some great senic bike trails...but what about people trying to get around the city? Instead of worrying about the streets, we worry about the sidewalks.I don’t understand

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Spring has sprung and the world is green again!As Canadians, we spend about six months of the year in drab, brown, cold, seemingly unending bad weather. September winds down and October brings a brilliant last hurrah with leaves turning splendid oranges, reds and yellows and a cool, fresh smell in the air. Then the leaves fall, the world turns brown and we settle in for months of cold and snow.

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One of my favourite websites ran an article on Public Service Announcements the other day, and it totally brought back a ton of memories. I thought I'd share some videos here.(I don't actually know how to put videos up so I'll just paste the YouTube links. Sorry!)Don't you put it in your mouthStay Alert, Stay Safe! Some people say I eat too many chocolate bars...Body Break/

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This article from Torontoist talks about one of those kitschy tourist machines that, for the price of $2, will squish a penny and engrave something on it for you; in this case, something specially designed by an artist. Technically it’s against the law to deface money, so I’m hoping goons from the Royal Canadian Mint don’t come knocking with mean faces and lead pipes.The article also talks about

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-58231176955923589422009-04-26T08:52:00.003-04:002009-04-26T08:55:45.253-04:00

Hey! How’s it goin? Did you ever get rid of that stain? I’m doing pretty good.Listen, I know that we’ve been seeing each other pretty regularly for a few months now and I don’t want to change what we have or anything – it works pretty well for me and I really like just being able to see you when I’m free and whatever. I’m not looking for a huge commitment…but some things just have to change.I

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I went to the opera last night for the fist time in my life. My friend Tara had some free tickets she couldn’t use and gave them to me.  After a cancellation had me trying to give them away and almost posting to Craigslist to find a stranger to go with, my friend Steph ended up being free and we trudged through the thunderstorm to the Eglin Wintergarden Theatre.  The show was The Coronation of

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An interesting article from Not Exactly Rocket Science with a different theory as to why some leaves turn red and purple in the autumn. "Autumn is a time of incredible beauty, when the world becomes painted in the red, orange and yelllow palette of falling leaves. But there may be a deeper purpose to these colours, and the red ones in particular. In the eyes of some scientists, they aren't

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Inspired by Earth Day, I've hopped on the bandwagon and have been researching different stuff about the environment, pollution and going green. I found this link on Planet Green about making an Earth Day resolution list, and thought I'd make my own.Jenny's Earth Day Resolutions:- try to "reduce" more (I recycle and reuse all the time, but reducing seems key)- use natural cleaning prodcuts more

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When I was a kid, I always wanted a pen-pal. I had dreams of having “friends” around the world I had never met and sharing with them my dreams, hopes, thoughts and ideas. I think I even tried tying a letter to a balloon once and letting it go in hopes that it would land in some other little girls’ arms and I would create a new best friend half-way across the country (I had no notion at the time

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-71253412455352487152009-04-14T14:30:00.002-04:002009-04-14T14:31:53.064-04:00

A link to the Toronto Star article I mentioned in a previous post.

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-29587677363676130162009-04-13T09:07:00.005-04:002009-04-25T09:43:47.420-04:00

It seems we all fall victim to trends.  No matter how much we may try to ‘go against the grain’ or stand apart from the crowd, we all inevitably fall into stride with those around us, if even just for a few steps.  From big hair to skinny jeans, and even that whole “pirate” craze that went around a few years ago, we all follow trends.  Sometimes, though, they’re not as bad as they seem. Take the

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-65276317950808983422009-04-06T11:31:00.000-04:002009-04-06T11:32:53.766-04:00

Anyone that knows me knows I love science. It’s something I love reading about, listening to and learning (even if I don’t always understand things). In fact, when I was a kid I wanted to be an actor, singer, scientist and paranormal investigator (and was determined I could be all at the same time). So, naturally, a trip to the museum was always exciting. Ottawa has fabulous museums.

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Online dating is a tricky thing. On the one hand it’s a great way to meet people, but on the other hand it doesn’t follow the same rules “normal” dating does. There are things you can get away with when you meet someone online that just wouldn’t fly if you met the person on the street or at the bar (or wherever it is people meet these days). Back in 1997 online dating was thought to be

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-79935745350525178882009-03-17T14:53:00.002-04:002009-03-18T09:53:56.646-04:00

So this bus driver in Halifax has been suspended from his job (with pay) for clubbing a fake baby seal. What?! First off, this guy is a total douche. Not only is it ridiculous and stupid to club a fake seal in front of protesters and the general public, but to do it during the middle of your work shift? With passengers waiting on the bus? And the guy had to cross the damn street to reach

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What do you do when you finish Rrrrolling up the rim?  Toss the cup into the garbage?  Toss it into the recycling?  Separate the lid from the cup and put each into its respective bins?  Turns out the only “correct” thing to do is throw the cup into the garbage—in Toronto anyways.  Tim Hortons cups (as well as Starbucks, Coffee Time and all those other places that sell take-away coffee) are not

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-5017091613696808802009-03-08T20:04:00.004-04:002009-03-08T20:12:34.821-04:00

For rent: A gorgeous three bedroom apartment just five minutes away from Christie station and the College Car.  Located in the heart of the city, this hidden gem comes with all sorts of perks and is on the leading edge of the eco-friendly movement!  Kitchen is fully equipped with a dishwasher and washer/dryer included and bathroom comes with a tub (small).  Huge balcony in the summer provides

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My roommate had her wisdom teeth removed a few weeks ago and as I was watching her sit on the couch, drooling into a Kleenex and drinking chicken broth, I started wondering why exactly we get these teeth and why some people are different from others. For instance, my roommate had to get all four teeth removed and was stuck drugged up and in pain for days. I, on the other hand, only had two of

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-59053365269646033452009-03-02T11:22:00.002-05:002009-05-16T11:26:50.231-04:00

Originally written some time in OctoberI went to a strip club last night.  Yep, a male strip club.  Went onstage, got a lap dance and saw more penis and bum than I’ve ever seen before.  It was an absolute blast.  We got in and were seated in big, cushioned chairs on wheels, right at the front of the stage.  I looked around and was awed; a huge brass-railing jungle, glimmering red, green and

Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409301791663824908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955960711183950174.post-74252876714474712742009-02-27T16:39:00.000-05:002009-02-28T08:59:34.511-05:00

Beauty is a funny thing. It seems to be one of those things that is common among all cultures (every culture has a definition of what makes someone beautiful), but vastly different as well. The differences between what is “beautiful” and what is “not” differ from person to person too, even if they live in the same house. Beauty is a very unique thing in many ways.I thought about this as I was

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