The Blondie cover band was terrific.
I was dancing my god damn heart out, so much fun.
I made a new friend, he walked me home.
Friday, Crystal and Megan came for drinks in the backyard.
Crystal had a cake waiting for her on Allan so we went to get it.
They had playdough and they let me take some with me.
When we got to Gus' I was trashed and definitely in no shape to be at this show.
We walked in and everyone was sitting on the ground.
TRRRRRRRRUUUUUUDY POOOOOOOOOT.
I got the amazing phone call at 12 Saturday morning.
I basically ran to the One World and behold, my lovely Ashley.
Smelly, dirty, tired, but my beautiful Ashley.
We had some food at the One World and then hit the LC.
All day drinking soon followed, we got so drunk a nap was in order.
We never could of made it to the party without this nap.
Alex's birthday party was the same day, we hit that.
Then it was off to see Spincycle at A52.
I got to get up and sing that song I love so much, I danced a bunch.
I was having make out city all over the joint.
Eventually I took off, went to Al's, managed to fall off the sidewalk and fuck my leg up.
Blood dripping down the shit, I was confused, so I find what's his face.
He tries to break a bottle over his head, we fight and instead he knocks a bottle out the window.
It straight up almost hit someone outside.
Then the owner shows up and tells us to get out.
The idiot tries to fight with him, finally I manage to drag him home.
I know half of this shit is to get a rise out of me, but damn yo.
We were having times, people showed up, I dropped a glass of beer in my purse, went home unsatisfied.
Food Not Bombs the next day was wicked.
Ashley tried to busk down at the Water Front, it didn't work out so awesome.
I got to watch like 8 break dancers giving her nuts, it was great, I've never seen that shit in real life.
We went to HQ to drink on the roof before hitting the Dome.
All we did there was get even more shit faced and danced like crazy ladies.
All these Dome sluts kept coming up to us and saying 'We really like you guys' style, can we dance with you'?
Ofcourse we said yes, but within a minute of us being idiots, they'd leave.
Monday I did nothing, we went to the Food Bank for those guys.
They went to check out the Arc, which is an amazing place.
This day is the day I got the phone call about my grandma.
I wish I was in the States right now.
Reflections was a time, I lost my voice but decided to sing anyways.
Every forth word I tried to sing would come out, the rest were inaudible.
Tuesday was a shit show.
HQ, drinks, music, Charlie's, shots of Tequila, fighting, times, total and utter embarrassment, satisfaction.
I lost Ashley at some point during all that.
She ended up at some random house party after doing too many shots of Tequila.
'I know what they're doing'.
I know you know dude, my life isn't very secretive.
ALMOST DONE.
Wednesday I biked to the lake with Sean, it is decided I need a bike!
The lake was so refreshing, biking is also extremely refreshing, the wind in your face.
Ashley stayed home, she wasn't feeling terrific after those Tequila shots.
I made a mess of potatoes upon arrival, had an awesome cold shower.
Cooking in the summer is kind of unpleasant, but for some reason I do so much more of it.
After work I had a beer at Charlie's with a Crystal, just to catch up.
I hadn't seen her since Friday, so that was wicked.
There we have it.
Thursday is today, what a sweet day.

My grand-ma died tonight.
She was an amazing lady, I have so many memories of her.
I'll never forget the way she walked.
The way she smiled.
The way she laughed.
I sang Amazing Grace at Reflections in her honor tonight.
I lost my voice yesterday, but that didn't matter.
I wish I could go to states, and be with my family.
I miss them, I miss her.
It makes me sad to think the last time I saw her, was when my grand-pa died.
My two favorite old people in the world, gone.
It makes all the other drama in my life seem pointless.
Al though, I wish we could of hugged longer tonight.
It felt good.
Someone's arms around you is amazing, and it helps.
Eyebrows just don't seem like that big of a deal.

I'll elaborate tomorrow, but for now.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHH
You fucking idiot.

I say incredibly stupid things.
Boy.
I got all fucked up on Monday.
Started saying stuff.
I was definitely lying to myself when I agreed to this.
Now to just be able to say it out loud.
I wrote it all down, but I'll never deliver.
Although I still had an awesome night.
I ended up hanging out with these two dudes until 6 in the morning.
We were in my backyard and all of a sudden the sun is up.
Tuesday was shot night.
COOOOOONQUEST.
I woke up with a damn mustache.
Dan drew a mustache on my face with an eyeliner after I passed out at like 8.
I was soooooo pissed.
But then, not pissed.
Up until he peed on my hand.
Which I deserved.
Sort of, it's complicated.
Shot night was alright, I was super duper hammered.
I don't even remember half the conversations I had.
The sign of a good night.
Wednesday, I got Crystal to come get drunk in the Commons at noon.
We did some suntanning and some people watching.
After work I went to Dan's to pick up my beer.
Saw Crystal in the street, had some Murder house beers.
Yup.
It's Crystal's birthday today!

Stop Atlantica weekend.
All I can say is wow.
My eyes have been opened.
There are nice protesters, bad protesters, good cops, mostly bad cops.
I've never seen so much unnecessary violence in my life.
Since when is the appropriate response to property damage tazers and pepper spray.
I watch a totally innocent protester being thrown down 10 concrete stairs.
For no reason, the same cop is on tape beating protesters with excessive force.
I hope he gets caught, but I sincerely don't think he will.
Some of the tactics used by the Black Bloc were harsh.
But the response from the police was definitely worse.
I saw a 17 year old kid being tazered after being handcuffed and who was already on the ground.
I don't know what procedure that follows but I'd like to see the police tactics book.
It was all a mess.
I just stood there, chanting, wondering why it was taking so long for an ambulance to show.
It took 20 minutes for some medical attention to be brought to that kid.
Theres nothing more to say about that.
I went to the protest, and walked peacefully.
I went to a protest organized afterwards, where we all just chanted outside the WTCC, peacefully.
Thats when my friend got thrown down the steps and arrested for nothing.
Afterwards it was jail solidarity and then reclaim the streets party.
People played duck duck goose, red rover, played music.
It was a good time, lots of fun to be had.
I went back to jail solidarity afterwards later in the night.
The next day I walked Josue to the bus station and he went back to Moncton.
I went to my new hire's backyard BBQ.
The secret is out, tsk.
Oh well, no harm done I suppose.
It was Kathleen's birthday party, which was alright.
Dan jumped out of a window and was threatening to fight the police.
But instead got violent with a bush on the way home.
Sometimes, you just have to shake your head and laugh.
We watched HELP in the morning, I've owned those Beatles' movies forever and hadn't even watched them.
It was a pretty awesome movie, John sleeps on a water bed in a hole in the ground.
I went to Mexican brunch with Jen and Mike where we met up with Leah, Frank, Nicole, Ala, Alex and Julia.
It was a party at the One World.
We went over to Dartmouth, I got me some sweet 70's looking dresses.
San Francisco attire for sure.
Soccer in the Commons afterwards.
I seemed to have royally fucked up my food at the protest so I sat this game out.
Hung out in the grass, had a few drinks.
There was this boy there who had a kite 600 feet in the air.
He let me fly it for a long time.
We smoked some pot, and had awesome conversation.
Kite boy, is amazing.
Too bad I'll probably never see the kid again.
I'll keep my eyes pealed for super high up kites though.
After that, girl party.
They put my hair in rags, and now I have Shirley Temple style curls.
I look insane.
I fell asleep for most of girl party though.
I just couldn't keep my eyes open, it's been an exhausting week.
Ala, Leah and I woke up early to go to court.
Support our friends who got arrested at the protest.
Although by the time I had to leave they hadn't even started on our friends.
I hope things go alright and they let them go without too much bail.
Screw the justice system.

Josue is totally in town until Sunday.
This is awesome for 2 reasons.
Josue is the fucking funniest when drunk.
Josue's birthday is on Friday.
This is going to be wicked.
He has plans of getting arrested at these protests.
Hopefully that doesn't work out.
I ain't posting no bail.
Plus, going to jail on your birthday is stupid.
All day drinking since I have a 3 day weekend.
Justin tore up the back counter at work.
It's way better now, a lot more organized.
Theres room to move, and a second display window.
The sound on my computer is totally fucked.
I need to get a computer dork over here.
I am at a complete lost.
I need this shit to work, music before bed, always.
Yeah, well.
I went to breakfast with Stephen that was awesome.
I had a meatlovers skillet.
So tasty.
Then I went to pick up Josue at the bus stop.
Who messaged me the night before at 10pm.
No planning, what so ever.
I'm glad it all worked out though.
We walked around the city, I introduced him to all the hang outs.
Murder house, HQ, Crystal's, the One World.
He hung out with Meg and Chandy while I went to work.
We had some Faxe and then headed home.
This shit just got real boring.
Hopefully I'll fuck shit up in the next few days.
It's bound to happen.

That girl was in my house.
I went to my room and cried.
Then I couldn't handle it and left.
Slamming the door behind me.
Then they came to Murder house.
I left there too.
I am totally irrational but I can't help it.
It makes my stomach hurt to think she was here.
In my house, where I live.
I feel like its been tainted now.
I feel icky.
But, at least the rest of the night went awesome.
I went to HQ to drink my face off.
It was quite the time.
Neil read me my tarot cards, they were promising.
We went to Charlie's, they always leave so early.
I got so drunk, I got ballsy.
I said what I had to say and did some things.
I straight up got what I wanted.
Now I'm tired and really satisfied with myself.
Neil has to stop having these conversations with me.
About doing what I want and being a good match for stupid face.
Oh stupid face.
I dreamed I was in a field with Laura Peek and stupid face.
We petted bunnies then she shaved them into sweaters.
It was something else.

Yesterday I napped at the Murder house.
That shit was good, hour long nap.
Although I was having those weird short dreams.
All things that could actually be happening, but not.
Example, Alex coming downstairs in blue shorts, saying 'HOOYOO'.
But, did not happen.
I decided to head to work and to embrace the rain.
I put my coat and purse in a bag, off I went.
Now about half way there is when I realized something.
I was definitely wearing a dress thats already pretty see-thru.
By the time I got to the porn shop, it was all panties and bra.
I was drenched, oh well, at least I was having the time of my life.
How I haven't woken up seriously ill is baffling to me.
Crystal came to get me after work, we went drinking.
We walked around the suburbs of the South End for an hour.
Just walking, drinking, talking, it was awesome.
Finally we made it to Reflections after taking the most round about route.
It was alright, there were some pretty naked bands from Toronto.
They had a horn section.
There was terrible punk and awful metal.
The usual I guess really.
How is it possible that someone can be so little, and so ugly.
Yet, I want them so bad.
God damn it.
This trash mouth thing has to come to an end.
Misery loves company.
I just sighed.
I don't actually mean that.
Happiness is a good thing to wish upon your friends.
All I want is for everyone to be happy.
I can't help being a little self-centered.
It's my character.

Boy.
Crystal came to my work to get me.
We went to Alexandria's, got some food and beer.
I told her my life stories.
She laughed.
Off to Propeller for a growler of sweet honey wheat.
We sat in my backyard, Meghan and Ala came over.
Slowly these growlers disappeared.
Over to Murder house we went, she gave me a can of Faxe.
We went to Charlie's, I had another honey wheat.
I decided to twirl in the streets, repeated, to the point of falling.
The whole backside of me was drenched in dirty pavement water.
Finally the cab came and we were off for the Dome.
Oh god, this is when things get hazy.
Two doubles right off the bat.
We danced so much, and with such attitude.
Everybody at the Dome has rhythm and shit, I got scenester dance moves.
Two more doubles.
Two more doubles.
We decided we needed breakfast, but on the way through Cheers, Enter Sandman.
More dancing, more ridiculousness.
We went to the Candy Apple, I couldn't even eat.
I had to get my shit to go.
When we walked past the Metro Center, out came my poutine from earlier.
Thank god Crystal held my hair because it wasn't pretty.
The rest of the walk home is a blur.
I eventually made it to my house and passed out.
I awoke to Hoolia trying to get the net.
Laundry, finally.
Some food at Cousin's and a pitcher of water later, I'm feeling alright.
Rocking 4 Dollars should be a riot.
Oh yeah, I'm such a fucking pussy.

Dome.

Yesterday was ridiculous.
A wasted day off, sort off.
I woke up, lost it.
Went over to Murder house to get Ala.
We went to the One World.
That Indian food of Meghan's is awesome.
Straight to the liquor store.
I started drinking at 2 that afternoon.
I was supposed to go to the lake, but no dice.
Instead I sat around watching people video games.
Eventually I went to my house, to the backyard.
There were tons of people there.
Had some BBQed pine-apple, garlic fingers.
Tom fixed my hammock, it's awesome and off the ground now.
Then, Burnout 2.
The most amazing game in the world.
The object of this game is to crash and create the biggest accident.
I excel at killing people with my lack of driving skills.
Beware the world.
I'll never get my license though.
What's the point?
Cabs, buses, walking, friends with cars.
It's the city, no one needs a car.
Except maybe to get out of the city.
Which I do enjoy doing, all the time.
Back to the day, D-Lips' party.
When we got there at 12, there was 3 people there.
D-Lips wasn't even home from work.
Now, I was 6 cans of Faxe in at this point.
Bored and drunk, I fell asleep on a chair.
4 hours later I woke up, there had been a party.
I totally missed it and the number of people was back to 3.
Hoolia was there, we walked home.
I went to sleep.
Ya see?
I did stuff, but.. not to the max.
Disappointed.
Unsatisfied.
I have so few precious days off.
If I don't do laundry on my next day off, slap me.

If I could type out the action of me slapping my hand on my forehead, I would.
Jeez.

I surprisingly didn't wake up sick after all that dancing in the rain.
We we're out there for a good hour, twirling, spinning, dancing.
How stress relieving.
I hated the rain all the day, and then, you know you just get in it.
It's Julia's birthday today, the ripe old age of 23.
There's a anti super-hero party tonight, and a ninja party tomorrow.
We're also assembling a huge lake posse for Saturday.
We sold a 370$ love doll at work, to a uni-browed man.
He was pretty resigned to the fact that he'll never be laid.
I went to Charlie's with Tom last night.
It was alright, not great.
A lot of people there, just people I didn't know.
Trash mouth is ignoring me.
I can only imagine what was said.
Won't even look me in the eyes.
We we're friends, I didn't be weird.
Actually I didn't be weird for the first time in my life.
I just, was good.
Aside from the whole trash mouth thing.
Baby steps.

Pepperoni ghost.
Wine bottling.
Ridiculous show.
Curls.
Dancing in the rain.
Drowning in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Enjoying the rain.
I love being rained on.
Especially in the summer.
I love being in the rain.
It's satisfying.
Coming home.
Getting warm.

This is going to be my longest post ever.
I made two lists today at work.
One has everything I love about me, the other everything I hate.
We'll start with the negative and end with the positive.
Ya'll ready for this?

My hair is unruly, I have stink feet in the Spring and in the Fall, my teeth are rotting out of my mouth, I have a mustache, I'm covered in scars and bruises, and I'm the most over-weight person out of all my friends.
I have in general poor hygiene, therefor am rather stinky depending on the day.
Despite all that I'm extremely vain and think I'm the center of the universe.
I'm a five time university drop out and I can't cook worth a damn.
I have a terrible work ethic which goes well with my lack of organizational skills and laziness.
I am the following with most people I know; obnoxious, rude, crude, abrasive, callous, difficult, stubborn, judgmental, demanding, unforgiving, bossy and totally unapologetic about it.
When I meet new people in my head I'm misleading, paranoid and unfair.
I'm very easily angered, which compliments being unstable.
I'm an awful singer.
I'm over sexed and consider myself a slut.
I have a tendency to talk at a very loud volume about everything, I can't keep a secret.
I smoke about a pack of smoke a day and am quite often broke.
I drink to excess, extreme excess, every day of the week.
I have a very addictive personality, get obsessive fairly quickly.
I tend to worry too much and over think every moment of my life.
I'm used goods.
I'm impatient and exhausting.
Lastly, I love being hurt it reminds me I have feelings too.

Still reading? This is why I like myself.

I have an awesome natural white streak in my hair, I've got big brown eyes, well kept eyebrows, big rosy cheeks, my tattoo is real pretty, and I've got a nice rack, basically cute as a god damn button.
I think my stink smells good if you're into stale cigarettes and musk.
I have pride in my appearance and think I dress rather dashing.
I'm confident, and I know what I want, and I speak what I want to speak when I want to speak it.
I'm good at making conversation and love to listen to what people have to say.
I'm an intelligent girl, I love learning new things and am always open to trying new things.
I throw myself into things hard, give it everything I have to give.
I'm constantly busy, being adventurous and getting myself into hilarious trouble.
I love to perform and entertain.
I'm funny and sarcastic as often as I can be.
I'm straight up sexually liberated, ain't no shame, I'm young.
I have the best job in the world.
I'm in your face and super out going.
Artistic, creative and original as possible.
I try to be daring with ideas and thoughts.
I tend to stick my values, try not to bend my opinions for someone else's benefit.
I'm accepting and conscientious of other people and try to look out for them.
I'm easy to be friends with, I try to be cheerful always, or at least bring some humor to my sad situation.
I'm idealistic and hope for good.
I can cook potatoes twenty different ways.
I aim to please, I'm self-aware.
Lastly, I'm extremely eccentric, very hug-able, and French.

There we have.

When I started the 'no editing my blog' rule, I wasn't thinking.
But policy is policy and I don't like to be dishonest to myself or anyone else.
Al though I do lie to myself quite a bit.
I was thinking of awesome hang outs the other day.
I had that wicked all day drinking with Crystal, that was an adventure.
That day out at the lake with Jenny was pretty magical.
The long promenade around the West End with Taylor was fun.
The burger I had last night with Neal was delicious.
Late night 18$ breakfast with Dan was super funny.
What I'm getting at is I do my best hang outs one on one.
When there's more than one person around I feel like I gots nothing.
Nothing to offer to the conversation, or I probably think one of the people sucks.
Unless it's a couple, like Alex and Ala, or Neal and Jenny.
They've mind melted into awesome units of hang outs.
I wonder why that is.
Why I'm not good at the posse hang outs.
I lose my sense of center of universe.
Competition for conversation?
What's the matter with me?
What's my point?
Nothing I guess, just trying to get that last entry out of my face.
Haha.
I'm going to go have wicked fried clams with Stephen over in Dartmouth.
I can't afford this, but I need it in my life.
Mostly for the hang outs, mad swac hang outs.

Rejected for possibly the only girl who smells worst than me.
How about that.
Taste the bad, hard.
It would be awesome to be less caddy.
And less of a terrible person.
Pick your battles I guess.

Sunday and today are slowly becoming the worst days of my life.
I woke up and things we're awesome, had a good time.
Went back to sleep afterwards, but every time I tried to get up, I couldn't do it.
I had a full body chill, and my eyeballs felt like they we're trying to fall out.
I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed.
Four hours later I manage to get myself into gear, put some clothes on and go to Murder house.
I just curled myself into a ball on their lazy boy and complained for hours and hours.
Finally I just couldn't take it anymore, the chill wouldn't leave, my eyes we're really starting to bother me.
I came home around 6 and just went to sleep.
Now here's the fucked up part, I kept having these dreams that I was absolutely convinced we're true.
I kept waking up drenched in sweat, and covered in drool.
It was totally fucked up, every 30 minutes at the most, waking up in sheer panic.
I'd wake up freezing and put on another blanket, the next time I'd wake up so hot I couldn't stand myself.
This went on for the whole night until finally, right now at 7 in the morning I decided to get up.
My eyeballs hurt a lot less, but now my throat is killing me.
I have to go to work in 2 hours and sit there by myself for 6 hours.
No food, no smokes, no money.
Whine, complain, whine, complain.

This girl is my new hero, with all the confidence and awesome.
Where do I buy me some of that?
I guess it's coming slowly.
I don't feel it necessary to have cardigan on all the time.
Maybe, just maybe I might actually buy a bathing suit this year.
Still rock out the shorts probably though.
Baby steps.
I managed to light a BBQ last night.
We had delicious steak and cold potatoes.
Lots of Faxe, of course lots of Faxe.
Faxe Queen, this girl.