where do babies come from?

so today, my one of my curious wee kumoners asked me this very question. We had been talking about bird eggs when he demanded to know where babies came from. "umm...uhh....they grow big in your mommy's tummy....?!?" But how do they come OUT? do they get ripped open from the stomach?? to whch another bright kumoner replied with a straight face"no, they get pooped out" i nearly died laughing.
unfortunately, i didnt feel it my place to educate them with the old birds and bees story (does anyone KNOW why its the birds and the bess anyways??) so i hastily directed their attention elsewhere. any tips in case this very scenario occurs in the future?

coffeehouse

so the coffeehouse is done - so i decided i really dont like playing keyboard- id much rather stick to the bass - especially since i HAVE perfected the bass nod and dance. we were aiight but the other acts were frickin smoking especially after when the guy serenaded karl with britney spears. mmm.
so, im officially screwd, i haveto read 13 chapters by tuesday for midterms and monday is a writeoff. gross. so much for 'reading' week eh.
AND in most exciting news: we're going to see franz ferdinand and death cab in april. can i head a WOOT WOOT?

silence is beaut

so this is the best day is a while because im all alone in my house - this is absolutely glorious because this doesnt happen much. last week was brutal, sleep deprived+hyper-caffineated=receipe for disaster. 2 midterms on one day sucks major ass. but to celebrate the week's demise me, caitlin, leanne and mel went out to blarney stone to dance the night away. None of us had ever been there - it was like a barnyard with an irish band with more jumping and less dancing. leanne and mel had told us of their days in argentina this summer when they would dance to the wee hours in the morning but i think they felt really old in the midst of this young, drunken, groping crowd of young uns so we left as the third bar fight was ending. They promised us to outdance us next time. we'll see.
so i was out practising with joce and her band for the coffeehouse last nite. i really feel talent-less beside them - they're absoeltly amazing esp joce and jonathan who bring it on guitar. come and watch this sat at granville. it will be wicked.
PS: is chuck norris making a comeback? what with the sudden craze. i dont understand.

im a poser and a wuss

so i was at starbucks with my bass and the guy notices my bass and recognizes the case which is like the one he owns....he then asked me the number one question every musician should know about their instrument - what brand is it? "ugh, i have no clue" say I sheepishly. He gives me an awkward look that makes me feel like a poser. (its an 'epiphanie' for future reference) i guess brand name= money spent=quality of musician but w/e-a bass is a bass is a bass to me.
BUT exciting news: im getting to play on jeanette's EP hopefully and with Joce at the coffeehouse. thats going to be rocking. So take that mr.starbuckers.

Also, i H A T E horror movies. Seriously, I need to brand it in my brain coz i have the same conversation with myself when i find myself crouched down on my seat, with one hand fully covering one eye and the other hovering over. Brings to mind when me, Jill and Kim were suposed to see Napoleon Dynamite at UBC and somehow ended up in Alien vs Predator (which is by far the worst movie of all time) but each of us was determined not to be the first one to chicken out and leave. OR when the same adventurous trio attempted "Saw" and had to watch "Meet the Parents" to recover. I guess my only excuse was Andj had free tickets to see a PG-13 movie which makes me a complete wuss. shoot.