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I have got to be careful with this heart of mine. This ever loving, ever beating organ is liable to over heart and explode. I’m washing my hands clean of Ontario. It’s time to move to the city I’ve been infatuated with for 15 years of my life, Montreal. I adore Montreal. The people, the culture, the food, the night life. I’ve been out of place in several bars, on several nights with several kids wearing several colors. All it takes is a weekend in Montreal to make me feel alive. I might not speak any French, but I’m an avid learner and willing to put in the work for the end reward. So my transfer is in at work. My lease applications have been sent. There’s nothing left now but time. I know it seems wrong to wish is away, but the anticipation is eating my alive. It’s been an interesting transition for me. I’ve come to learn who my true friends are through out this ordeal. I guess no one will ever understand me, but then again they never have and never will. I’m complicated, an exceptional mess.
Ostentatious
Exaggerated
Pompous
*** From Latin praetensus 'false or hypocritical profession' via Middle French pretensse "putting forth a claim" ***1) Marked by an unwarranted claim to importance or distinction 2) Ostentatious; intended to impress others (Props to wikipedia)Like talking on your cell phone whilst working out in the gym. Stop! Don’t think for a second your fooling anyone into believing your closing some huge deal while desperately gasping for air, clutching to a machine for dear life.
So redhedd.com - a social networking tool for red heads. I was surprised to see the amount of “gingers” on the site. I don’t know many red heads. In fact, growing up, I was convinced I was the only one. I can’t speak on behalf of any other red headed individual, however growing up for me was especially difficult as I was endlessly teased because of the color of my hair. It’s only now as an adult I have learned to appreciate what I was born with. I feel my hair walks into a room before I do. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I can’t express how aggravating it is when people ask me “is that your real hair color” Like I wake up everyday and paint a bazillion freckles on my body. It amazes me how ill informed people are about red heads. Generally, we are associated with the Wendy’s Hamburger girl or Ronald McDonald. Two stereotypes I loathe! Two giant fast food chains pumping lard into the world’s arteries. Which brings me to why I decided to even write this rant (for those of you who are actually reading) I read the article in the Toronto Sun about the extinction of red heads. I don’t disagree with what the article outlined; I just feel it was poorly written.
OK, that's all you get. Hopefully my "mood" & "music" was warning enough for you not to read this.
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