$180 an hour tells me this:

"You have no dependency on your parents and they care for you only when they need to. A certain theorist [I forgot whom] explains this as...you're basically an orphan with parents."

i wasn't all that surprised, not even bothered. i really have no connection with my parents. they know that, i told my mom what my results said she even said, "yeah, well, we knew you have no dependency on us." then i explained what it meant she was "upset" but, she didn't cry like a normal parent would. considering a shrink just told your kid that you don't really care for them or they don't need you, never did.

anyways, thought it would make an interesting post.

love.

oh, yeah. i bought the watch, lovely.
went out for dinner, lovely.
now, it's 5:29am and i'm so sick, lovely.

night/morning/whatever.

edit:
I forgot to write...whenever my dad sends me a text about whatever he always writes "love eric" intead of the "love dad" thing...ahahhahahaha.

i really doubt anyone else's parents do that. it just makes a lot of sense now seeing as i grew up with absolutely no rules, none, still don't. but, i get blamed for my brother's shit and she protects him. for instance...christopher spends $300 on her cable...$300 on fucking ufc fights and ordering movies. he once spent $500 on pizza because he memorized her fucking visa numbers. has he ever been kicked out? nope. just me, for whatever the fuck reasons.

merry christmaswe'en

to me:

from myself.

anyways, i have no idea what i want to do for new years.


trishia is staying with me for three weeks. i'm quite excited. she's probably the only one who gets what i'm going through right now. i miss her terribly.

hope everyone is well.


love you.

the ultimate pet peeve

this trumps my hate for plastic bags.

i don't ask people to stop fucking anything that walks, i'd probably laugh at you and ask why? but i'd never say, "stop doing what you want to do". that's stupid. if you're happy about your decisions and comfortable living with it, fine. i'm happy for you, it's not my style, but whatever. as long as you're a great person to me, i can be a great person to you. i really could care less how many guys or girls you slept with, how many friends you've gone through, i've always seem to be friends with the people who have shitty pasts just because they were absolutely wonderful and wouldn't even jeopardise our relationship.

what makes me wonder is when i actually give out a portion of my trust to someone by telling something of my life/past and they judge me. oh, that's uber cool. i'm not comfortable with some of the shit i do, but at least i'm not scared to admit i'm so ridiculously far from perfect.

if you have something to say, say it. i don't read minds.

love and/or...

likes/dislikes

dislikes:

1. having to hide in my room to avoid being creeped on by drunk people.
i think my brother may knock his friends teeth out.

2. being hit on by drunk people.

3. when drunk people have the nerve to come up to my room to make conversation.

4. when drunk people try to play fight and/or put their arm around me.
or, being touched in anyway by anyone, i mean it. don't even try and give me a high five. i might break your face...fuck you and you.

...actually, i'll stop that list and just say stupid drunk people.

oh, and bookFace.

likes:

1. my expanding collection of O.P.I nail polish (10 colours...that's over $100 in nail polish)
   
2. the perfect dior red lipstick
3. cotton candy perfume
   
4. oversized hoodies/t-shirts
5. fancy tights/white tights/flower tights/any kind of tights
6. ankle boots
7. pleather
8. this pointless blog post
   
9. carrot chips
10. long scarves...like, really freaking long
11. garden state
    
12. boys with proper manners
13. the fact i just realized i don't own a brush
14. any pair of my six pairs of white shoes
15. hand tattoos
16. people who stay up all night and don't complain about being tired
17. ugly slippers
18. my wall of fame consisting of mozart, james st. james, basquiat, etc.
19. messy everything in a perfection manner

loveeee

MSN/MySpace

if you were to lurk my stuff this is what you would find:

*** 3:23
can we kiss a little?

steph ! 3:24
i miss youuuuu

*** 3:24
(L)

steph ! 3:24
uhh
24:44
did yu do this

*** 3:24
do what?

steph ! 3:24
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=273533197
24:54
that
24:55
just
24:57
added
24:58
me

*** 3:25
i wish.
25:11
i really really wish i did.

steph ! 3:25
...so do i.

*** 3:25
but unfortunately i didnt.
25:23
so about us kissing a little?

steph ! 3:25
umm, maybe.

*** 3:25
YESSS

steph ! 3:25
did you make this
26:06
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=280409354

*** 3:26
i dont have time to make things.
26:11
except love to you my baby

steph ! 3:26
AHAHAHHAHAHA

-------------------------

Adrienne 31:51
awww
31:51
miss you too
31:54
maybe i'll just come visit you
31:58
nd you canwatch me get drunk
32:01
(:

steph ! 32:03
lovahhh yooou !
-----------------------

I just looked through my myspace inbox and it's seriously the funniest thing ever.

love yoooou !

the only way

you could possible get me to watch a movie with you is by telling me own/rented this:

EMPIRE RECORDS

love !!

***

I'll be the first to admit I can be so freaking frustrating to know especially if you have for quite some time or just started. but, whoever can ignore all the things i do and doesn't challenge me back because they know it's just a game of trust; is truly wonderful.
I apologize for being a huge loser.

<3

love.

update:
I posted this on my myspace because how could you not love this episode:


and my dear friend wrote this back:

Subject:

RE: awwwwwwwwww !!!!!

Body:

your a huge suck lol, and your a tad bit adorable

Great Song

I loveee this song but, who doesn't?
I saw Enchanted by the way, super fun movie. I'm so going to see it again. Then I took my Mom and little sister dinner out for dinner at Mongolian Grill.

love


I forgot to mention the best part...After the movie, I started to clap because I was super stoked and it was hands down the cutest movie. Well, all the little kids in the theater started to clap too. Ahaha, and when they would kiss in the movie all the little kids were all like, "eWwWWwW !!"

aaha, adorable.

meet my MiniMe by the way:She's probably the most awesome kid ever. She's been growing her hair out just to cut it for cancer.

For $1,000

a company called 23andMe can tell you how you are going to die or better yet, give this knowledge to someone else.

Yes, it's true I just read it in a Maclean's article titled,

"All I wand for Xmas is a map of my own genes".

The first paragraph states,
"Looking for an unforgettable Christmas present for your loved ones? Now, thanks to science, you can give them the gift of telling them how they're going to die."

How though? Well, to actually to do the test you are sent a little vial in a box and you spit into the vial continuously for about ten minutes to guarantee enough saliva for 23andMe to declare what will kill you, all through your genetic makeup. Fantastic. You can learn every flawed bit of your body and what diseaes your body can or will obtain. I know, "fuck my family genes." or "son of a bitch...well, son of a diabetic. dammit."

Now forget about the fact of, "why the fuck would anyone give that as a Christmas gift or any gift? it's pretty much the ultimate HAHA." For some reason I don't doubt many ex's have been tricked into spitting into a vial then sent the results in the mail of how they are going to die..But, why the hell would anyone want to know? except to become paranoid with everything they come in contact with. If you plan on buying this gift of knowledge to help those around you answer the question, "why?" be sure to place an order for a giant bubble for them to live in also.

Seriously, just think about if you've received that, you would look up give "the look" and then proceed to say, "wow, thanks? because apparently to this i'm going to die of heart attack and get chicken pox in the next two years. Oh, and what the fuck? I have a 20% of going blind. I have the worst fucking genes."

Imagine an entire family did this? "what the fuck, mom? why does he get to die of a heart attack after me? and I have to die of a grand mal seizure because apparently I'll become severally epileptic? I was born second...he should totally go first. F this, I hope you get higher cholesterol than you already do. Jackass..."

Just another dependency thing people need...ohhhh, my. We're all technically dying right now anyways.

love

p.s check out the site and the store:

https://www.23andme.com/

sheer irony.

VEGAN PANDACAKES !

pure amazinglyradtastic-goodness.

loveeee

Don't drink and

...BOP IT !

aahahha, so one of my best friends is down from school and we decided to drink back the holy water.

the result...was a drink being spilt all over my bedroom floor. it got a little intense, not gonna lie.

night !

loveeeeee

Big News.

not really, I dyed my hair.

now i am off to toronto for approx. two hours and home.
ugggggh, busy day.

love.

Update:
I'm in Hamilton tuesday, on set. I'm in some club scenes (ha). Air Force is tomorrow but, they wanted someone who looked like they were 16...shoot. I'm content though, tomorrow is my last day at GM and it pays $27 and Air Force only paid $20.

how embarrassing...

so, trishelle just messaged me and this is our conversation:

trishelle is like.... 12:32
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight, and making yourself seem oh so fabulous and unique...


32:38
that dude just ripped a say anything song

steph ! ... adium is so much cooler than regular msn. 12:32
ahahhaa

33:01
i'm not too surprised he did.

trishelle is like.... 12:33
yeah he probably isnt smart enough of a person to think those lyrics up

33:30
haha

steph ! ... adium is so much cooler than regular msn. 12:33
ahahhaha, he once drew me a picture...and then i looked i was looking in my magazine and it was the same thing he drew.

34:06
he's not very original.

trishelle is like.... 12:34
yeah DEFINITELY a loser. especially if he took the time to write that long e-mail. lameee

steph ! ... adium is so much cooler than regular msn. 12:35
ahahha. god, i love you.



Dmitri, you are a rip off of everything around you.
If you're looking to rip someone apart you may want to do it in your own words. This is probably the most embarrassing thing because this isn't the first time you've done this rip off shit. God, you're dense...and you don't even try to be, it just comes naturally. How unfortunate. I'll be expecting some lame long ass email justifying your reasoning...I'll assume right now it will say, "well that describes you perfectly" because you won't know what else to write. Seriously, how fucking embarrassing...I would not of blogged this if I didn't think you had this coming and you deserved it.

Don't quit your day job driving that bus.

love.

don't take offence to this.

today I had a conversation with my friends dad who is a psychologist. he spoke with me about how a lot of peoples issues result from childhood situations and that there is always a reason why people the way they are.

i don't know if i can fall for that.

maybe things just happen. maybe people don't like to socialize because they just don't. maybe people smoke because they need to depend on something for relief, they don't need it they just think they do, which leads to dependency. maybe i have anxiety attacks because i just do. a psychologist gives you the answers to you to provide a sense of peace and understanding of "why?". that's why people pray to god, isn't it? to have something to look forward to when you're six feet under. when you die, you're dead. nothing else happens. your body decomposes and those actions you've done in your life live on through other peoples words and stories. you can't say i'm wrong about that.

if someone stops talking to you, doesn't call you, whatever; maybe they just don't want to talk to you anymore and they didn't call because they were doing something else. so what? it's not the end of the world. you don't need to get to the source of the problem, you just want answers to help you sleep better at night.

i think people just need a sense of peace to get them through the day and answer why they do the things they do. so, people get it through different ways that they aren't even aware of.

psychologists and psychiatrists give you the answers and peace in similar ways. they both analyze you and tell you, you have this or that. one gives you healing with words and over analyzing your life. the other gives you a numb peace by giving you pills to which you now depend on. playing the visual god card. people go because they want to know why they are so "fucked up" or get over something. maybe you're just "fucked up". that thing that you can't get over is all in your head now and you don't want to get over it because really, if you're not dead, there is tomorrow. you won't stop living because you're "fucked up". if it breaks it can't always be fixed. it just happens.

jesus' stories lived on. someone wrote them down, didn't they? now people look to the big book for their guidance. what happens if whomever wrote it just was looking for guidance of a higher power to look up to so they made this book. this holy book to help them and people through hard times. maybe this was them being psychologists in their own ways.

you will never get to the source of the problem, if you don't come to acceptance that maybe shit just happens. maybe, i don't sleep well because my body doesn't need all that much sleep. i just think i need all this sleep because a good portion of people do.

don't take offence to this, what do i know? and this is just the rambling of a 19 year old girl who grew up far too fast. believe what gives you comfort and answers all your "whys?"


love.

The Way I See It #2

old habits die hard.


leave me be for now.
no one can even relate.
and, i don't want to put my thoughts on someone else's mind.

here's a tip though,
when someone is telling you something upsetting to them the last thing you want to say when you hear about it,
"holy shit, that f*cking sucks !"

bye for now.
i love yous.

& keep entertained:

stare at the image above closely for sixty seconds then look at a wall.

stare at the middle cross.

mix it, stir it, pour it, flip it.

freaking cool.

Also, I picked up this lovely hoodie not to long ago, it's pretty snazzy. I thought I would show it off in a blogging fashion.

Veganism is going very well. I purchased some almond milk (vanilla & chocolate), I enjoy rice dream (vegan ice cream) quite a lot, vegan pancakes are lovely even my mom and sister enjoys them. Surprisingly, vegan butter tastes better than real butter. Oh, my dearest friend Nathan showed me this vegan food pyramid, it's pretty cool.

love.

RE: the ultimate monster.

"hey there,

I read your blog steph, im not gonna lie. I dont think it's creepy. It's there for everyone to see, that's why you write them. You know you love the attention... Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight, and making yourself seem oh so fabulous and unique...* Anyways...

What you wrote about me is just another way of getting more attention and getting sympathy from others. You'll be getting none from me, let me tell you. It's been so long that it's been over, and everyone is assured that it will never be repeated! I wouldn't want to get myself involved with you ever again!!! You speak your mind? Let me and everyone who reads your ridiculous blogs read about what you have to BITCH about TODAY... And for once, let ME say what I think about it! You're just a self medicator who uses drugs and alcohol to overcome your extreme social anxiety! And you blame everyone but YOURSELF for what you've done with your life! You'll never change! I have; and I can be sturdy on saying that. I know how big of a piece of shit I was when I was with you. And how big of an asshole I was to you, and everyone else around me, and TO MYSELF. But guess what!? That's over* and slowly I'm regaining respect from people who matter to me the most. My Mom, My dad and the rest of my family. You will never have it! You will only have pity from the ones around you. Maybe secretly, that's all you want. Whatever makes you happy dear. Stop fucking blaming your anxiety on me, it's fucking stupid and childish. The boogey man DOES NOT EXIST, no matter how cute it is to think that! Hahaha...

Oh, and just to prove to you... I have a girl who adores me and does more for me than you ever have! She's sweet, creative, amazingly cute and she's not a pendulum. So get the fuck over yourself, I never want to deal with you and your moody shit! This is the last letter you'll be getting from me. So go ahead BLOGGER! Blog yourself another one!*

PS. I'll keep reading your blogs just to try and understand your mentality and continue my education on how to deal with people like YOU!* You never know when that could come in handy.

Keep it BLACK... and white... save the grey for the normies.

Signed,

The guy that you can't get over... Haha*"

I don't feel I should justify myself with this but, I'll point out some of the obvious things:

* Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight, and making yourself seem oh so fabulous and unique...

Response: It's my blog. I can write what I please. You nor him, she, them, do not have to read it. You choose to read it. Freedom of speech, please do not tell me what I can and cannot write.

*You'll never change! I have; and I can be sturdy on saying that. I know how big of a piece of shit I was when I was with you. And how big of an asshole I was to you, and everyone else around me, and TO MYSELF. But guess what!? That's over
Response:
Self explanatory.

*This is the last letter you'll be getting from me. So go ahead BLOGGER! Blog yourself another one!
Response:
a) If I received a dollar for every time you said, "This is the last time ___________________" I would be a billionaire.
b) This makes great blogging material, thank-you.

*I'll keep reading your blogs just to try and understand your mentality and continue my education on how to deal with people like YOU!
Response: "1+1=11" ahaha.

*The guy that you can't get over... Haha
Response: Golly, I want you back so bad. I missed these love letters...

I personally don't know why anyone would take the time out of there day to read something you can avoid especially if it makes you all hot and bothered.

But, I know you will have no problem with me blogging your opinion, seeing as you stand firmly behind this. Take care.

love & peace.

the ultimate monster.

for the past god knows how long I haven't been able to sleep at night because i'm pretty much terrified that someone (only one person) is going to one day kick my door open again and scream every negative thing about me and then hit me. he used to just come over unannounced and it would be to come sleep, which was nice and always woke me up...but, there was those absolutely terrible late nights moments where it was just to yell. so, now i'm still fucked from that and it's been over a year. it was so traumatizing. you wouldn't understand.

this is the most upsetting thing that it still bothers me and i'm can't sleep because i'm always having anxiety attacks.

i just wish i could sleep, i have to work at 6:30 which means up by 5:30.

the only time i can sleep is during the day because people are always home and awake, so i can rest.

i'm going out and buying a new door lock tomorrow. maybe, that will make me feel a bit better.

i feel like i'm eight and scared of my own imagination. but, those nights couldn't even be made up. and he's as scary as the monster underneath your bed as worse than you could even imagine.


i almost hate you.

update:
everyone, please note I said, "i feel like i'm eight and scared of my own imagination". that does not mean I am implying that someone is/will. I just feel like. Meaning, a feeling. I don't know how I can put that in any more vanilla/clear/simple.

nip/tuck teaches me oh, so much.

such as, B.I.I.D

Body Integrity Identity Disorder (BIID), also known as Amputee Identity Disorder is the overwhelming desire to amputate one or more healthy limbs or other parts of the body. Sometimes its sufferers take it upon themselves to amputate their own limbs. Although it most commonly refers to people who wish to amputate limbs, the term BIID also applies to those who wish to alter their bodily integrity in general.

yep. unreal.

love.

update:
I am in no way making fun of this disability. I had no idea what BIID was until I watched an episode nip/tuck and it was unreal to know what the human mind is capable of. I would be the last person to make fun of ones disabilities. Apologies for anyone who took that the wrong way.

the ultimate stocking stuffer.

introducing the happiest myspacer alive:




I'm saying 13 friends on his account now...

"Now here's a great idea! A simple cure for "Myspace Photo" syndrome - you know, that all-too-common self-portrait, where you're off-center, with your head half cut-off, one arm sticking up all awkward holding the camera? Well, no more! Now your candid shots can look like fine art photos with the help of this ingenious hand-held extendable camera arm. Attaches to any camera base and telescopes from 8" to 18" for the ultimate in pro-on-the-go photos. Fully adjustable and built from strong and lightweight polycarbonate and aluminum, with a reference mirror and a removable tripod base for surface-mounted shots. Comes in a padded carrying case with a handy belt clip. Imported. Wipe clean.
* 8"w, 1"h, 1"d
* Polycarbonate, aluminum
* Web exclusive"

Urban Outfitters, you annoy me now in an amusing fashion.

love.

$1,400 wasted

why did I even bother going to school?
I never do go, though I do my work from home.

That's good, right?
wrong.

General Arts requires you have a fantastic attendance.

also:

oh, right.
I don't have $500 a month to pay for stupid freaking medications because my immune system is whack.

ohh, right.
The six specialists I have to see and my monthly visits to the hospital don't accept monopoly money nor an I.O.U even if it were to written in cherry/grape/the pink & blue and cinnamon smelly markers.

ohhh, right.
I wanted my sweet coverage on glasses in the new year to spend on sunglasses.

ohhhh, right...of course.
No school = No job at GM = No $27 an hour = Me quite flat broke.

Son of a ________.

ugh, love.

***

first let me write; snowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
super early for us too. hope it stays.
my car was a giant ice cube this morning, my brother decided to be a doll and not put it in the garage.
grr.

but yeah, snowskating makes me happy.

moving along...

so, i went to the whitby passport office to apply for my green card.
well, i have to go all the way to toronto to get it.

the man was like, "you won't get one. i have more trades than you and i've been trying for years."
me, "hey now, be a little optimistic. geez."
man, "well, why would you want to move there?"
me, "to take over."
then the man cracked a smile after scaring the living hell out of me.
ahahahhahahaha.


well, i'm in toronto next thrusday for the post below and if i don't go thrusday to also my application for my green card i will be there on saturday doing it.

sooo, hang out or keep me company in most likely a ridiculous massive line.

love.

also, happy American thanksgiving.


update:

girls snowboard jackets are horrid. someone find me a lovely one.

new job

i'm getting a new agent, finally.
i'm meeting with her next Thrusday.

stoked.

love.

seriously...

...lets go. opening night.


so freaking cute.

love.

aged just right

these are pretty $hhweet...

Playboy

Marchon

Laura Biagiotti

Laura Biagiotti

Emmanuelle Khanh

Cazal

love.

abracadabra

and poooooooooooof, i turned off all anon. comments.
maybe one day i shall put them back.

i dislike when i know who writes such things behind an anon. title because i will not give them the light of day any other way.

i can't stop you from reading this but, ohhhh well.

love.


p.s jamez and i went so he could get cream for his tattoo and i wanted ice cream. while we were in shoppers i did that thing were you out your arm in and it checks your blood pressure and such.

Mine read:

*****************************
YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE ON

Nov 17, 2007
Systolic = 107
Diastolic = 064
Pulse = 089
*****************************

http://www.vaughns-1-pagers.com/medicine/blood-pressure.htm

For anyone who decides to make a stop a shoppers and/or their local pharmacy and to the arm thinger.

anyways, soy vanilla ice cream is not that fantastic. if you ever come across soy ice cream, read the ingredients...we were amused. we bought it last night in hopes of it satisfying my taste buds but, no. it tastes exactly like frozen vanilla soy milk. which i know you think you expect but, i was was being quite optimistic that it would be icecreamy-textured-incredibleness...and not like icy-i-just-put-soy-milk-in-carton-and-froze-it.


so good, you so failed.


so, i left it in jamez' freezer and i don't ever plan on eating it again. i'm sure he'll appreciate it.

I say...

"I need to move away, far away, for the summer."

My parents say:
"That's fine. We can't stop you. We understand, might be the best thing."

You say:
a) You won't make it.
b) You need it, you'll do fine.
c) Two weeks til you fly home.
d) __________________.

love.

The mystery.

So, I came home pretty exhausted from work.

Went to check my messages and before that I noticed my macbook had a wonderful sliver of plastic sticking out.

How in the world did this and could this even happen?!

It was not like this when I left. I'm freaking out.

Does Apple cover self destructing macbooks?

seriously, what the heck?

ugh, love.

update:

apple does cover such things. impressive. they are back on my christmas mailing list.

The Way I See It #1

i've noticed my replies to everyone are delayed (if even one) or lack luster. apologies. i'm out of it. i don't feel like talking to anyone. i hate the feeling of a force reply. i don't mean to be like this, it just sort of happens.

anti-social is the new black and i've got a first class ticket to hell.

also, i went to the bank today while already twenty minutes late for my comp class...to get money for parking for school, which by the way is robbery; $4.00 an hour or $10.00 for the day. i thought i was going to be broke, i got the receipt after i pulled out twenty...I had a whopping $310 and some odd cents. Then I was wondering if today is Thursday because that would be pay day...and nope, tomorrow I bank. fantastic. All this money and no idea what to do with it. i'll buy what i need to, gear, pay my cellphone...and buy my sister nintendo wii.

i love you's/sorry.

backwards day ended six years ago.

i hate the number 3 and the number 5. why? because i get them mixed up.
i thank my fellow group member for telling my yesterday that our presentation was the 13th and not the 15.


i also hate having to look at something, write out of the book and writing the thing down certain words before the other one, right to left, skipping words, messy writing, if you were to look at my writing each page looks different than the last... at gm they teach me a job and i have do it completely backwards. it's frustrating because i use my left hand more than my right...but, i write with my right hand. if something is to the left of me i use my left to grab it and same goes to the right. but, i drive with either hands, snowboard either foot, play any instrument with either hand. so, i get clumsy.

frustrating.
sigh.

love.

"do you know you're not in a magazine?"

the definition of the most materialistic, ignorant, stuck up girl, and many more adjectives:

"I won't date a guy unless he's hot. My parents don't care who I date as long as he's extremely good looking and has money. He could be dumbest guy in the entire world and I'd still date him just so I could walk down the street holding his hand because he's hot. But, like, I wouldn't marry him, that would be like, obviously stupid. Really stupid. But, I was brought up to only date extremely good looking people who have money."

I'm still mind blown and I'm still wondering if her parents are Barbie and Ken. Or, she just wishes...or pretends?

love.

p.s. this girl or matel offspring, if you will, said this during a presentation in front of our entire class. their group presentation was on perception...and her perception on life was that everything and everyone should be beautiful and/or " extremely hot". This life changing and empowering speech had visuals, she was holding a collage poster of tits and ass, and of course Paris Hilton made several appearances.

me vs. my slumber

so, last night, another terrible night. no sleep.
once you have someone beside you for a long period of time, sleep is fantastic. don't take it for granted.
for some reason it's the safe factor. well, for me anyways.
eventually, that changed and i had to sleep with door locked...until it was broken and that safe feeling went out the window and has yet to be found because of that wonderful night...but, besides the point.
now, i think too much which leads to tossing and turning and continuously having to write things down so i don't forgetaahdhjshsf.

bite me, sleepiness.

love.

screw sleep. who needs it.

amanda lepore vs. M.A.C

stay tuned:
i'm not done with this.

love.

finished.

3:52am.

i'm far too tired to rotate it.
i'm covered in paint.
there is photo paper cuttings everywhere.
my room/top floor of my house smells of spray paint.
and, it's a good chance my cat, Dj Skratchz, is stoned from the fumes.

peace out.

love.

update:

it's 11:07am and my mama woke me up to tell me that the last kitten going. so, I said good bye to !!. yes, i named the cat !!. anyways, my mom liked 'k is for kanye'. so, i'm content.


this cat rocked the cat casbah.

rule #1 & #2.

#1. don't paint (especially with black) and then type on your mac.

#2. don't use spray gloss/spray paint/any kind of high toxic(y) fumes in your room even if it's for two seconds.
...i don't even suggest hair spray now.

sweet dreams to me.

love.

haaaaa

"Don't mistake my confidence for cockiness.

...it's straight up cockiness."




haaaaaaaa

love.

it's for you.

i need:

• a toy phone.

• 'hello my name is ______.' stickers.

• and, pedestrians to cooperate

...and no one gets hurt.

love.

update:

i found the stickers.

fabulous of the fabulous.

"Every line means something."

"Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details.”

"Today I've come up with the perfect sentence. The rhythm, the syntax, the dipthongs, the dissidence;

Last night, I dreamt of Glocca Morra... again.

It's really a shame you can't publish a sentence. I'm convinced it would be a best-seller."

P. S. you can figure out who said what...

;)

i'm really good at cut and paste.

but, i could never colour in the lines to save my life.

what's up with that (?)

love.

Three days:

til I say goodbye to milk, cheese, and my beloved honey products. Honey will be the hardest thing to say goodbye to.

Why three days? Because I want to do it right. Get the right vitamins, cook books, and vegan foods. I'm already sick and I'm well aware that this can make me extremely sick. I'm doing this for certain reasons which I'll explain in a later blog.

I'm pretty excited about all you can eat tofutti cuties and cucumber, avocado California rolls and Starbucks soy lattes.

V
VE
VEG
VEGA
VEGAN
!

how hot?

Sophie Monk is global warming hot.

loveee, peace, no meat !

x

www.peta.org/GoVeg.org

soo, I've been a veg for five years. I'm not one to wear leather or anything. it freaks me out; every time someone is wearing a leather jacket and gives me a hug i just think of roadkill wrapped around me (sorry if i just ruined your future leather-hugs for you). I wear smashbox makeup, which specifically says, cruelty free. It costs more - a lot more, but, it's worth it. I read this and I think it was wicked-awesome. I'm sure I'll be reading some silly* comments shortly...boo !





"Like most people, I wasn’t always a vegetarian, but I’ve always loved animals. If you ever have a chance to meet a cow, pig, turkey, or goat, you will see that they are just as cute and funny as your dogs and cats and that they, too, want to live and feel love. They don’t like pain. Now when I see a steak, it makes me feel sad and sick because right away, I see my dog or the amazing cows I met at a sanctuary. I’ve been vegan for 10 years, and it’s the single-most important and helpful decision I have ever made. Physically, the effect has been amazing. Once I went vegan, I lost the weight I wanted to lose, my nails were stronger, and my skin was glowing. I feel great, and I look better now than I did 11 years ago.

Being vegan truly is the secret to my life’s joy and peace. I feel physically and spiritually better than I could have ever imagined knowing that I am doing everything I can to reduce animal suffering with simple lifestyle choices like being vegan, never wearing any products made from animals (like wool and leather), and buying only from companies that NEVER test their products or ingredients on animals.

Join me—won’t you? It is easy—check out my favorite recipes and cruelty-free cosmetics and fashions, and watch my PSA!

Together, we can make the world a more peaceful place for animals"

love !

x

***

Hallowe'en Last week...!@#$%^&*()

anyways, how's everyones tuesday 11:23AM going? mine is alright. My sugar in my Special K was blah...we ran out and splenda isn't quite the same. Also, lacking in sleep. I was sick last night. Bummer. My adorable little sister ran all over my house trying to find me freezies. How rad. So, I got up about an hour ago and turned on the tv and does anyone else get freaked out on kids TV shows?...like those multi coloured puppets?! with the sparkley hair? and insanely huge eyes...yeah...I wonder why I loved those shows so much. Oh,pff... don't act like you never did and wonder why I'm even blogging this...

Anyways I need to get ready, get some Starbucks and get Paige to come get some sushi with me.
Everyone take care ! Happy Tuesday !
loveeee

x

guys, I'm a professional.

x

nose candy.

i'm sitting here and he doesn't notice.

he pulls out this marble tile and white bag.
i laugh at how pathetic he looks.

then he notices me and offers me a smoke.
"i don't smoke."

and laugh at how he tries to cover up his sad hobbie.

where's your life going?
oh, sorry. I forgot...
just up your nasal cavity.

x

update: sorry, i don't find drinking every weekend and nose bleeds hOt. gosh, why can't I be trendy.

we're not friends

and you know who when you "act" it and when we are friends.
if we are friends, i'll always be here for you and care.
if we don't talk anymore you know why.
you're fake and gutless.
don't try and use me for small talk and information.
call me a bitch, i'm pretty over it.
i'm not stupid.
you're not worth it.

x

Cutthroat Clothing

www.cutthroatclothing.com
some photos from the summer.





Paul Baneham, you make this photo.

yep, how about that...?

I'm incredibly frustrated.

I know what I want to do.
But, people are filling my head with nonsense.

F you, watch what I'm going to do.

x

(L)

I love Hallowe'en. If you know me well, you know how much I get into this.

(L), (L).

x

oh

i deleted this because you're simply pathetic and an imitation of everything you wish you could be. it's unfortunate you will never even uphold even the slightest skills to be a somebody and stand out amongst the rest.

this is probably the only blog i've written about you beside the ultimate monster which mostly descibes my anxiety and how you old a small portion to it. it's not about you though.

missing.

if you've seen my life tell it i'm looking for it.

thanks.
love, love.

x

play nice.

I got my knuckles tattooed yesterday. I also found out I'm super sick again. Great. Specialist #6. I lost count of their names after Specialist #3.
Also, if you have nothing nice to say hush it or blog it (duh). I'm sick of reading obnoxious comments or hearing about people just feeling like they say whatever they want. You're entitled to your opinion, that's totally true. But, if someone is being nice to you or not even doing anything to you in general fucking just shut up.
Life is too short. Play nice.
love, love.

x

artsy stuff.

Some photos from photography. Please note: This graffiti is lack luster by far. I could attempt something better if my left hand was in a cast. One of my pet peeves is over killed artsy photography. People take things too seriously with their photos, etc. P.S I would not actually take a photo of a leaf...they are for my photography class. Enjoy !

love, love.

x

sigh.

i miss toronto and everyone that come with it !
love, love.

x

stuff happens.

Jean Piaget (1896–1980).



"The formal operational period is the fourth and final of the periods of cognitive development in Piaget's theory. This stage, which follows the Concrete Operational stage, commences at around 11 years of age (puberty) and continues into adulthood. It is characterized by acquisition of the ability to think abstractly, reason logically and draw conclusions from the information available. During this stage the young adult is able to understand such things as love, "shades of gray", logical proofs, and values. Lucidly, biological factors may be traced to this stage as it occurs during puberty (the time at which another period of neural pruning occurs), marking the entry to adulthood in Physiology, cognition, moral judgement (Kohlberg), Psychosexual development (Freud), and social development (Erikson). Some two-thirds of people do not develop this form of reasoning fully enough that it becomes their normal mode for cognition, and so they remain, even as adults, concrete operational thinkers."

stuff happens, accept it and move on. Tomorrow is a new day.
love, love.

x

witness.

I'm doing a photography research paper on James Nachtwey and I thought I'd share it with you.

He's a war photographer and also a photojournalist. His photos are nothing short then moving and powerful.

Listen to the song and look at the photos, maybe you'll feel the exact feelings I felt.

Pakistan, 2001 - A rehab center for heroin addicts.

Rwanda, 1994 - Survivor of Hutu death camp.

Bosnia, 1993 - Ethnic cleansing in Mostar. Croat militiaman fires on his Moslem neighbors.

Afghanistan, 1996 - Ruins of Kabul from civil war.

New York, 2001 - Ruins of World Trade Center. Ground Zero.

Kosovo, 1999 - Ruins of Djacovica, destroyed by Serbs.

Afghanistan, 1986 - Mujahedin praying while on an operation against the Soviet army.

Afghanistan, 1986 - Mujahedin praying while on an operation against the Soviet army.

Czechoslovakia, 1990 - Heavy metals contaminated the air of an aluminum factory.

El Salvador, 1984 - Army evacuated wounded soldiers from village football field.

Somalia, 1992 - Lifting a dead son to carry him to a mass grave during the famine.

Northern Ireland, 1981 - Truck hijacked by Catholic demonstrators during the hunger strike of Bobby Sands.

Zimbabwe, 2000 - In a tuberculosis ward where the great majority of the patients suffer from AIDS.

South Africa, 2000 - Grandmother cared for young girl affected by HIV.

Alabama, 1994 - Punishment post on the chain gang.

Afghanistan, 1996 - Mourning a brother killed by a Taliban rocket.

"I have been a witness, and these pictures are

my testimony. The events I have recorded should

not be forgotten and must not be repeated."

-James Nachtwey-

love & peace.

x

The WHY (?!) Blog

These are the things that make me go whhhhhyyyyy, F ! and make me question the problem for about 15-25 minutes. So, about the time it takes to write this blog. Usually it's me thinking, 'why does this bite so bad?' and then I go about my day...but, anyways, 15 minutes starts now. Blog time 2:00pm:

1. People who lieeeeeeee. Serialyyyy, come on, what did I do to you? Can we hug it out? Play some go fish? I'm so mind boggled to what I may have done because you still contact me, yet I find you crazy annoying. Also, I do not speak to you and have you deleted off most of my ish. Come on, lets just talk and I won't find you crazy annoying and have to avoid you. Maybe we can make a sandcastle together and I can buy you a Slurpee. Cream soda is the flavor of the month, who doesn't make up after cream soda Slurpee's? Only Hitler. He only likes Warheads and Jawbreakers. (If you don't get that joke, seriously, go see your doctor.)

2. People who don't decorate their house for Hallowe'en or don't dress up because their "too old". Pfft, you are clearly a huge _______, ________, and _________.

3. Crazy-like-Britney-smashing-paparazzi-car Ex Girlfriends. Holy hell, my sister is eight years old for the love of god don't bomb my house or send a bomb to my house or anything to do with a letter bomb.

4. iPhones and the fact that they're not in Canada. What's up with the huge loafing Stevey Jobs? Come on. Instead of taking up knitting maybe I'll take up unlocking iPhones as a hobby and then youtube how it's done.

5. The one time you leave your car windows open and are positive they are closed...then it pours. So, anyone else notice how hard it's been raining in the last two weeks? Yeah, pretty sure I've left my windows open atleast five times. Makes for great conversation to why half my bum is wet. I knew people weren't checking me out. F.

6. R.I.P MySpace. Good while it lasted, still good for music. But, you're pretty much abusing the system if you're above 20 and have no purpose. Most likely you're creeping like crazy. My suggestion if you are a huge lurker, take up knitting, maybe even a Italian cooking class. Or, the obvious, help me unlock the iPhone...Just throwing the idea out there...

7. Crocs. That's a given. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, please scroll down to feel my blog-venting.

8. How I came home last night with no cash and asked my mom for her debit to pay for my cab. Said, "It's only like...8....7....5 dollars." Ran outside. Paid. Ran back inside. Slapped the receipt down and said, "SEE TEN DOLLARS." Then ran upstairs, apparently fell down and laughed and then woke up fully clothed and had to hear about it from everyone.

9. Cell bill is killing me with 50 dollar extra a month for just long-d charges. Great.

10. Lime wire is so budget it bothers me. I can never find the group I'm looking for. If I type anything it comes up with the most rando ish and/or porn. I'm assuming it's amateur porn. Because when I type in something like Junior Senior. Well, enough said...

Done. There is much more, like when you get in the car and your sibling has come home just before the gas light has come home. Expect another 'The WHY(?!) Blog' in the future.

Time 2:19pm and I feel much better. Mmm, blog venting !!

Also, Happy Thanksgiving! Turkey, Tofurkey, Swiss Chalet, Chinese, what ever your breaking bread tonight with. I hope you enjoy it and give thanks. Love Life.
love, love.

x

fyi:

crocks and crock imitations need to die like britney needs to grow her hair back, get her life together and lay off the pipe and pretty much like this run on sentence needs to end.

what exactly are they? shoes or sandals? shandals?

they have spread like f-ing S.A.R.S. and the village whore combined. *blog gag* one person would have them, then the entire family. worst thing is, all the nurses have been effective with this horrible whoring-virus also.

ban them to only places where there is no air or limited room, like an overhead storage compartment. feel free to wear them and flaunt them there...and only there. maybe they come in glow-in-the-dark ! boy, wouldn't that just be a treat. by no air i don't mean pluto, neptune, or saturn those planets are sweet. chuck them in a blackhole or ditch them on venus because mercury might not be big enough.

how much do shandals cost? like, 3 monopoly dollars? you are doing serious damage to my eyes. I believe I'm soon going to go f-ing blind because of hanusfootwearidos.

they are made out of plastic, so, they should be recycled, immediately.
so, give a hoot, don't pollute.
love, love.

x

(shout out and thanks to ryan for helping with the whole music-on-blog thing. thank youuu!)

holy hell (!)

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good job, boys.
that is all.
love, love.

x

ice cream saved the day

x

f your...

1. stubbornness.
2. asshole qualities.
3. bastard ways.
4. one way views.
5. "my way, my way, my way. your ways? f that."
6. "i love me, me, me."
7. "look at me, look at me, look at me."
8. attention whoring ways.
9. "if you don't love everything i do, I'll hate you and make sure everyone knows i hate you."
10. "I'll make myself look like a fucking saint while manipulating those around me with threats."

you're as fucked up as 8" long roots, 4" long acrylic nails with a french tip manicure done in green and yellow and a smoker whose been smoking since grade five.

get help.

x

update:
this was never about you, dmitri. my blogging world does not revolve around you.

karma cuts like a knife.

I saw the girl who threatened to kick my ass in grade ten today (she's three years older then myself).
She waved and said, "how are you" in a nice tone.
Usually girls hold that stuff against you til the day you die and the flesh on your bones starts to rot off.
I saw another girl at school today who hated my life and wished I was dead. We exchanged hello's. A week ago is was just a smile.

Progress. Considering a year ago if I saw her from across a room I'd keep my head down to avoid any eye contact.

Funny how things change and I'm thankful college does such things.

I'm in the computer commons and some asshole wouldn't give his extra chair up to a guy because his ugly Adidas bag was on it and he also wasn't apart of his "crew". I just looked at this guy in disgust. This girl who works in the mall who has come into Aldo several time just laughed out loud and made the guy who asked for the chair feel so uncomfortable while he asked very politely. What jerks. Who do they think they are? I've never seen them around except the girl because of the mall. If you were to ask me point them out now I wouldn't even remember the guy unless he was holding that ugly beat-up Adidas bag. I hope they realize karma is a bitch. I'm sure that boy will have more friends than you will if you keep that nasty attitude up. Ugh, you're gross.

love, love.

x

$5,000 fine vs. imprisonment.

Two Words.


Jury. Duty.

For the best of the best.

I'll explain later.
I feel so awesome right now and am about to go pick out the perfect frame for this letter I've just received.
love, love.

x

and if they hate, then let them hate and watch the money pile up.

I made about $250, did you?
Kay, maybe if you sell a lot of coke, crack, or you're great at whoring, online-poker, or won on a scratch ticket, found $250...I'm buzz killing my own glory right now...

...F.

x

drivin' me wild

I'm leaving for Midland to get a bike.
I work Monday 6:30am to 2:30pm.
School Tuesday-Wednesday.
Wednesday nights bartending course 7:40pm to 9:40pm.
Thrusday's off/Paige's Birthday.
Friday work 6:30am to 2:30pm.

I can't wait for hallowe'en weekend.
Hands down better than Christmas.
If you don't think so - shut up.
love, love.

x

iChat

Everyone should get iChat.
It has won me over thanks to Nathan.
It's seriously ridiculously better then msn.
Even for basic conversations.

If you don't know what it is, I shall take this time (because I am going insane with being bored) to explain it to you.

It's basically you having a full out conversation through web/mic.
It's actually isn't not as creepy as it sounds. And, very simple.
Much better then typing to a screen.

But, when you do come home plastered and you can't type...iChat is there for you.
And, people can tell you how shitty you sound slurring and how drunk you look (!)

Fun for the entire family !

x

To certain people.

I don't feel the need to start anything because you people aren't worth any more time then it takes to make this blog.
And, I doubt your stupid so you know if this is about you or not.

If you are going to pull the he said, she said shit. Don't forget to include yourself in it.
You all act like you are drama free - but, really, you're starting it. Trying to get someone to say something bad about someone else so you can go running around saying, "Yeahh....so and so said this...I don't know why they would just say it."
Bullshit, you put some fuel to that fire because you are undercover drama.
I wouldn't care if it one person to another. That happens, it's natural.
But, you people continuously go around saying the same shit.
You're fucked.

Grow some balls and say it to me.
Instead of trying to act so innocent and that my friends are the ones talking about me.
It's a little sad when I know my good friends for about five years or more and you think you get away with saying whatver.
Too bad they think you're fucked for not shutting up.

Call me old fashion but, I take my issues up one on one.
I love when people are childish and in their 20's. I wonder what I ever did to you people.
I hope it was friggen great though because, it would of had to suck for you if you can't keep your mouths shut about my business.
One last reminder, you're fucked.

Love, love,
Steph ox.

x

Treadmills bite.

I'm in so much pain. Too much excersizing. My elipitcal and tredmill have a love/hate relationship right now.
We're working it out though.
Get it?! WORKING IT OUT. Like working out...

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I found it quite witty.


Anyways, today at the DC Campus is K-os, Crush Luther and You say Party ! We say Die !
$10.
Starts at four.
19? Please call my cellurawr and we shall meet up at the EP.

I hope to see your lovely faces there.
love, love.

x

P.S Don't you hate when you forget to turn your cell on vibrate before bed and then some super jerk calls you. And, it only happens when, of course, your cell is on max loud.

a-heeeeemmmm

I'd like to take this time to welcome Trishelle & Kali to this blogging community.
Stalk their blogs which will be posted on my links.

Please, vent your hearts out and don't skip on the details.

I want full-out wit with a side of b*tch. Kay, maybe not...b*tch. That's a little dramatic. But, we can kill them with kindness.

Let me explain to you what I mean...

"Her over processed hair that look like she used 70 volume looked fantastic. It was done like dinner. And dinner being fully cooked is always a splendid idea. Just super. I wish I suited the balding look. But, I don't...Why can't I be like her? End my life blog."

The more description - almost O.D on describing the better.

Welcome cupcakes.

Keep me f-ing entertained while I sit on campus.
love, love.

x

Gotta Love K.D.

Kraft Dinner: Macaroni: Enriched Wheat Flour, Cheddar Cheese Sauce: Modified Milk Ingredients, Cheese (Milk, Bacterial Culture, Salt Rennet and Microbial Enzyme, Calcium Chloride, Lipase), Salt, Sodium Phosphates, Citric Acid, Color (Contains Tartrazine).

Tartrazine (otherwise known as E102 or FD&C Yellow 5) is a synthetic lemon yellow azo dye used as a food coloring. It is derived from coal tar.

Now, you ask...what the f is "Coal tar"? Oh...I'll tell you.


Coal tar is a brown or black liquid of high viscosity, which smells of naphthalene and aromatic hydrocarbons (basically the smell of roses...not). Coal tar is among the by-products when coal is carbonized to make coke or gasified to make coal gas. Coal tars are complex and variable mixtures of phenols, polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs), and heterocyclic compounds.

Being flammable, coal tar is sometimes used for heating or to fire boilers. Like most heavy oils, it must be heated before it will flow easily.
It can be used in medicated shampoo, soap and ointment, as a treatment for dandruff and psoriasis, as well as being used to kill and repel head lice. When used as a medication in the U.S., coal tar preparations are considered an OTC (over-the-counter drug) pharmaceutical and are subject to regulation by the United States Food and Drug Administration. Name brands include Balnetar, Psoriasin, and Tegrin.


Now, what the hell else is Tartrazine in? Let me ruin this for you also...

Soft drinks, instant puddings, flavored chips (Doritos, etc), cake mixes, custard powder, soups, sauces, kool-aid, ice cream, ice lollies, candy, chewing gum, marzipan, jam, jelly, marmalade, mustard, horseradish, yogurt, noodles, pickles and other pickled products, certain brands of fruit squash, fruit cordial, chips, tim tams, and many convenience foods together with glycerin, lemon and honey products.

Fexy. Let me cook you dinner.

x

Nathan Butcher (in photo)- I know nothing can get between you and your snowboard.
But, if you don't text back saying you can't call I will come up to London and kick your ass.

love, love.

Anyways, I was sitting in the comp lab yesterday and noticing peoples hair.
I probably saw the best - I mean, HANDS DOWN best friggen mushroom cut ever. I know, I thought they expired at Grade Six also. But, my friends, they do not. Here in Oshawa it is well flaunted with 10 tons of gel for those extra windy days.

Also, you know those super gel hair do's. The comb over/the girls with the pony tail and for no fly aways slick alllllllllllllllllllllllll their back. Seriously, that shit isn't organic - do you know what they put in gel ? I don't. If you wonder why your hair may be disgusting for the next three days - possible from the bottle of gel you've dumped on your head.

I think I saw myself in one girls hair. How do you wash that out? HOW(!?) If it doesn't friggen budge (!)

Gel is an addiction.
If you know someone who needs help,
please call:
1-800-453-2124
Also, www.fsco.gov.on.ca/english/forms/drs/form_k_e1-appintervent.pdf

Just to make my Friday night a little bit more entertaining.

Could you imagine that? If they can do it for gamers they will do it for the Hairspray abusers and gel-tards.

Remember - rule of thumb, if it isn't moving; it's probably dead...and that's friggen gross.

Love your naturally beautiful flowing locks.

love, love.

x

D.R.A.M.A(8)

Umm, just when you think you can cut LC and X J-ruggie sexual tention with a knife...

BAM, show ends. You find out he's engaged to some blonde girl who lives for her flat-iron.

I've never seen LC eye fuck someone so bad that X J-ruggie had to do that disgusting head bobble thing just to make her stop. Yikes.

x

I am Brody Jenner

so, the funniest thing happened...
the battery wasn't put back propery in the drill and chris was talking to me while about to chase Tati with the drill (don't ask, she was crying about he coloured in her colouring book) and saying some about a ceaser wrap and in the mids of his sentence, BAM(!) the battery drops out from under the bottom and onto his foot. He goes down like a house on the floor and so do I from laughing so hard.

The Hills is on in one hour. I bet you all are going to go watch it - if not, kudos. You have a life. But, seriously. I give you about 4.75 kudos. I watch about 30-40 minutes of it and then just can't handle it. But, Justin Bobby and Audrina are quite possible the funniest people on that show. They have the personalities of my desk. Wait, I'm not doing my desk justice, considering my desk is a snowboard.

Just make her your damn girlfriend already ! She's going to cry and in words of Drew that i'll never forger, "girls crying is probably the most annoying sound in the fucking world." I'll agree, I hate how I sound too. Ahahaha, seriously if you hear me cry slap me.

School tomorrow - if I go - til three - if I go.

love, love.

+++++++++

yes, apparently the only thing to do here is drink like it's your job.

x

walk it off

alright, so....

school started for everyone like a week or somethng ago...I started wednesday but, I have thrusdays off.
basically, it goes like this:

pub nights wednesdays or banshee...but, we go to the pub.
thrusdays johnny b's or groove lounge which is the same place as le skratch for dollar beers. last thrusday we went to j.b's.
friday - pub if you don't have anything to do...we went to rez, then to some party.
saturday was tristan party limo which i couldn't make it out for because stuff came up.
anyways, it's monday now suppose to be in class but not going just doing my online soc course and texting like a mad man.

bartending starts wednesday night. oh my, people get ready for clutzy drink making and perhaps some colourful pretty one along the way.

p.s wish for snow.

love, love.

x

gotta LuV the 'burbs.

buzz kill - no, murdered, butchered then ran-over my night.
i'm sure nothing could kill their buzz though. haaaaa.
cutiecherrypumpkinpies (!)

x

a, b, c....1, 2, 3

sooooo lastnight amber, greg and i went out for dolla beers. We didn't stay too long and no offence to anyone who uses pick-up lines by telling a girl "you can come home with me anytime" isn't hawwwt. it was laaaame and uncomfortable, so we got SLUSHIES instead. much better, seriously. Cream soda + Dr. Pepper = hollaaaaaa.
So, tonight we ditched all plans and had an O.C night because Drew decided to go to Toronto to see Rob S.
L A M E.
The trio is on hold til Sunday. Pssshaa.

I'm starting a bartending course on the 19th, pretty excited apparently you get to drink all your drinks after you learn how to mix them. So basically you get wasted in class. Which is cool with me because my class goes from 7:10pm to 9:40pm...Then we just go to the campus pub after.

Oh, also, almost lost my LIFE today. Holy hell, I dropped or put down my cell and for 15 minutes...a whole 15 minutes - I felt so incomplete and like a lost little girl. Kay, just really frustrated...

Anyways, there's crazy events going on right now - i'm just not up for any of it. I don't really feel like I'm missing out on anything either. It's all goodddd.

I've never recieved so many drunk texts and dials in my lifeeeee. Holy ! Some of them are super funny though. Sleeping is for the weak (!)

x

note to self:
take more photos (!)

we'll always have rachel ray !

everyone is off to the first day of classes.
well almost everyone everyone. drew, mart and i are here watching rachel ray cook on the food network debating on going to get breakfeast at daybreak. i would love a omelete right now, drew is bringing down the breakfeast team by being lazzzyy.
here are some photos.

drew was looking up the word school - for verb purposes.

anyways, cake-bake-cake jam time.

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the winner is..

some trailers...

Brooklyn Rules.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAJNmDHHO5w

The Nines.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Esmn3_7I2_Y

The Living and The Dead.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9mDpikhqU0

Fay Grim.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMaAFaRxZLM

The Alphabet Killer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JL3u886kP50

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Dickhead.

kate nash; lovely voice. uber talented.

http://www.myspace.com/katenashmusic





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psssh boy

no school for me tomorrow.
dropping out even before it starts, it's a fantastic idea and works for me.

i shall save, save, save.
then leave, leave, leave.
kay, or spend it.

this weekend consisted of:

friday: hellobeautiful playing at johnny b's with amber.
then heading over to get foooood after.
saturday: i'm blanking out about saturday...
sunday: misery signals at ep taylors with james.
lovely to see old friends.
then we also got food after that.
monday/tonight: felt pretty blah so o.c marathon/90210 and downloaded way too much music.

good-night and good-bye summer; also, let the blogging begin.
love, love.

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