I'm French!

The R.Kelly dvd watching was all kinds of sucess.
That has to be the funniest, in a none-funny sort of way, dvd ever.
When it was over, Leah, Frank and I went over to Lolita's to visit Ben.
That girl is straight up crazy, but shes alright.
I got way too high and had lots of fun with stamp markers.
STAMP MARKERS FOR LIFE.
Since I didn't watch away the stamps immediately, I woke up with stamp everywhere.
My face, my chest, my neck, covered in stamps.
The best was trying to take off the stamps and them, ofcourse, not coming off.
I went to work looking like I had weird blue-green fungus and red spots.
After work I went Reflections for the madness that is Rock4$$s.
I guess I just missed a 'mystical' metal band, you know like magic?
Maybe they'll play again.
Ed did his thing, he milks being on stage like no one I've ever seen.
Born actor.
Josh does this thing where he gets people to believe he's from Alabama.
Its ridiculous, but it seems to work.
The walk home was frustrating yet funny.
Josh and Godwin did some wrestling in the snow and everybody else was moving like molasses.
I know its my own fault for wearing skirts, but come on.
All I want to do is get home with some remaining feeling in my legs.
Is that too much to ask for?
I walked ahead of the group for the rest of the walk home.
Josh passed out relatively early and I stayed up shooting the shit with M to the D.
I got to go to bed before 5 tonight, but I probably won't.
I went for some mad crazy poutine with Stephen, Godwin and Meghan after I woke up in the morning.
Wilmans is crazy, are they insane?
They give you so much poutine you don't even know what to do with yourself.
We stopped by the One World afterwards and DMC gave me the pictures from my party.
They're awesome and so is Dave for taking them.
I will have Bearly's memories for the rest of my life.
Speaking of which, Bearly's is tonight.
Come one, come all.
Well.
You know.
WAIT.
I forgot, I made crazy corn-fritters.
Everybody seemed to like em, more oinion next time.
I just learned how to spell onion, but I'm not sure which one of those two is right.
I am a spelling idiots.
Josh caught me calling J, a G.
Eeech, what can I say, I'm French!