Same Hair

I'm not allowed hairdye in the katimahaus in case anything gets stained.

Other than that, it's pretty fucking awesome here. As you can see from the photos I posted last time, it's fucking beautiful. Everyone is really, really great. We all get along really well.

We got our work positions on Tuesday, and went for the first time Wednesday.

My friend Simon and I work at an elementary school with the most charming and adorable children I could imagine. I definitely wasn't anything like that when I was their age.

I think Simon has a harder time than I do, because their french isn't as good as his, but he can't really speak all that much in English to them either. So... yeah.

We went to a "café" on lunch that was just up the street. It was horrible. It was supposed to be like... Louisiana food. Everything had meat in, and I guess I haven't mentioned, but I'm a vegetarian again. Being vegan is too annoying for everyone else here.

The man sitting at the table behind us was like some crazy retired trucker or something. I accidentally made eye contact with him, and he started talking at us... but we really couldn't understand what he was saying, so we were just like, UH... >_> and laughing so hard about it. It was terrible. I felt so bad, because Simon was facing him, so he just kept looking and talking at him while Simon was going like, "OMG, HELP. ME." and I couldn't really do anything.

After that, we found the café we'd meant to go to in the first place. They have even veggie burgers there! Much better.

The only downside right now is that I'm ill with a cold and we have to walk like half an hour to work through the snow, across town at like 8am. But the school and staff and kids are all really great, so it's worth it I guess.

Now I'll have solid references about working well with children so that I can be an au pair at some point.

Anyway, it's nearly eleven and I'm sick and rather exhausted, so I am going to bed.

I hope to get a cheap bike soon to ride to and from work.

RAAAAAAAGEr

So tonight... last night? Something.
Anyway. I went to this... party... thing something. I don't know what to call it. But it was at Sneaky Dee's hosted by my buddy Cole and some of his friends.

My friends were going to come, but they decided to get balls-high instead and be super lazy. This is why I don't do drugs. They take away all motivation to be remotely interesting. I would know. I was definitely kind of a stoner in highschool for like 2 months.

So I told them I'd go to this thing for like 10 minutes, seeing as it would probably be lame, like all things are, but I just like to randomly turn up at places to make it seem like I have an interesting social life other than crashing my skateboard and walking to restaurants.

This plan backfired when the music was amazing. There was this crazy girl dancing on a speaker or something. I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home. She was the most ridiculous person I have ever seen. It was great. There were actually a few ridiculous people around, now that I mention it.

The windows fogged up so I went around writing things like, "Nom Nom Tillius" and "Ich liebe RZKitty für immer" etc. AH. Since I mention dear Herr Kruspe, I would also like to take this opportunity to inform everyone that I will no longer be referring to him as Richard or Kitty. He is now "Dick". And what does Dick do? Dick plays guitar. And oh how I love Dick. Glamourous Dick is so fabbity fab and gorgey. Enough of that.

So, I met people, danced with people, and got offered every drink ever. I decided on orange juice. I'm sure I looked drunk because A. I'm a ridiculous dancer. I do not regret this at all. I live to move and I love to dance. Also, B. The floors were slippery with god-knows-what so I kept sliding around like a tipsy asshole.

Afterwards, I bought a cupcake and went to my friends' house. They have a cute cat. He's super fuzzeh. My ridiculously high friend decided to eat all of my cupcake... except for the chocolate-chips. So that was kind of a bummer. We played a fun game of trying to guess where Richard was from because I had just noticed his bizarro accent. I was really off the ball with accents today. I was talking to some Australian girl without even knowing she was Australian. Good job me.

I was going to leave, but then I walked past Chris' room and discovered that not only did he have a bass, he also had a trumpet. Fun times were had by... well. Me. Super out of tune trumpet though. And lots of 12:51 happened. Since he has an amp. And I do not. Which suuucks.

We then found a breathalizer thingy. I was the only person who blew a 0.00. After that, I left. Walked back to Sneaky's to get a cucpake for myself this time, and went home. On my way there, the street was blocked off and there were police cars all over on College between Spadina and Bathurst. I asked the media dude who was filming there what had gone on. Apparently a car hit a pedestrian.

I got myself home, wrote half this blog entry, then apparently passed out for 5 hours. And now I'm going back to sleep because it's a LAAAAZY Sudae.

Bullies And Things

So I just finished watching the movie Bully. I like scary movies, and I've heard it described as "terrifying". So I decided to watch it. I always watch "terrifying" movies and then wonder what on earth people were thinking being afraid of it. Like Paranormal Activity. Which sucked. By the way. Like. A lot.

So anyway. I watched Bully. It was um... explicit. But I found it to be quite true to life and I was amused by how much it reminded me of my own life and friends in high school. Obviously we didn't kill anyone, and I knew people who probably did that many drugs, but I was never around when they did them. And by this, I don't mean the exact situations ever happened, but like... it was very reminiscent of my life when I was seventeen, in particular. I was horrible when I was seventeen, I was mostly just under the impression that I was, in fact, eighteen and could do whatever the balls I wanted. Sorry Mum.

I didn't find it scary or frightening or anything like that. I guess because I could kind of relate to it? Maybe that's weird. But I knew those kids. I dated those kids. I was those kids. If only for 4-5 months. But I still get where they're coming from.

In conclusion, you need to watch this.



I feel like this dude would be a good dancer if he wasn't so horrible.

OMG! HE KNOWS I EXIST!!!!!

I have a friend named Koray.

He is German and lives in Germany.

He worked backstage security for one of Rammstein's warm-up shows the other day.

Because of this, he got to hang out with Till for a while and sneakily ask him for his autograph for a friend who lives far, far away. That would be meeeee. So Till asks, "Boy or girl?" And my friend jokingly replied, "It could be a boy or a girl... but she looks like a girl." Which Till found amusing and I guess Koray also said I live in Canada and the manager said they'd be on tour here in 2010 MUAHHH!!!

I love my friends. I love my life.

You Look Like Something I Want

Last night I decided to go for a late night skateboarding session through the sidewalks of Toronto when they would be empty enough not to kill people. Even though I really don't know how to skateboard. I've discovered that it really really is not as much like snowboarding as I thought it was. But what's the point of having a $200 custom built board if you can't use it? Anyway, I mostly glided my way downhill a little past Queen, pretending I was Stacy Peralta - the epic hair. Oh how I wish. Or maybe even Jay Adams. One of the Z-Boys. Although, I was probably most like Sid who was quite bad at skating.

I found a nice man who told me that unlike on a snowboard, with skateboarding, you put your foot in the middle of the board. Ahahaha, oh how little I know. I need to watch Lords of Dogtown again; I effing love that movie. Especially repeating "Are you guys lost or whaaaaaaat?" Five times after Heath Ledger says it in that crazy accent of Skip's.

Anyway, I totally ate it in this lovely parkinglot down the road. I'm very very glad I wore $25 Bullheads instead of $200 Nudies to go boarding because I trashed the right knee of those pants.

So anyway, I was walking back home when I saw this lovely smooth ramp on the Ryerson campus right near the Ram. I skated down it 3 times and the 3rd, I didn't quite get my left foot off the board so I ended up twisting my right knee and falling straight on it and into a pillar. I'm a tiny bit excited to finally have injured myself in some sport related way... Unlike the one time I sprained my ankle in 8th grade during English class while walking down the hallway.

Anyway, I got up under the impression that I was pretty okay, walked about 30 feet, and decided that holy fuck I was absolutely not okay. Annnywho. I walked home because I'm a toughie and got some ice, decided that really really wasn't gonna cut it and then headed to the ER just down the road.

I was there from 1 to 5 in the AM with some rather interesting characters. I got some xrays taken which is always interesting because I got to see my bones. They're prettier than yours are :P. Haha. Kidding. But they're very nice looking. Completely sublime. Its why I keep them hidden. If you saw them, you'd stare until I smacked you.

They sent me home on crutches. Oh fun times. Crutches are like this awful involuntary full upperbody work out including arms and abs that's almost worse than just walking since they bruise your arms and ribcage on both sides. Horrid, horrid things. I just walked home.

the crutches came in great handy this morning though since my knee was being megaevils. Probably because I had just woken up. Anyway, I took a shower and then headed to the ram for lunch since its way close.

Rob was working today which was awesome as we got to get caught up a little and such. The food there is amazing, by the way, so go if you get the chance. I went back home, took a nap, woke up, ate the rest of my thai tofu wrap, went back to sleep, and then now I'm awake again and about to go watch some epic Thursday night TV!

I'm so stoked its finally spring!

The Dreammaker's Gonna Make You Mad

This morning, I was ub bright and early. I got a yummy iced tea from the bucks then headed over to Kensington and UrbHerb. The curry wasn't ready when I got there, so I got a BBQ tofu sandwich instead as well as juice, 2 cookies, and a muffin.

The jucie was nastily healthy. I felt every piece of junkfood I've ever had melt away as I was drinking it. It was kind of awful. Decidedly enjoyable though. The sandwich was orgasmic and I got sauce from it all over my muddy banks ofthe wishkah Nirvana tshirt. Oh well, it was already dirty.
Some creeper hit on me, so I told him I was a boy. Ahahahhaa. This is especially hilarious because of my long hair (today), girly clothes, and exploding clevage. It was an epic win for all parties involved. I couldn't think of anything else to say though.

I ate my breaky then took a 5 hour long nap then went and got pizza. I think I might have been flirting with the girl at the pizza counter, I have no idea. But it was a funny thought as I was walking out of there.

When I got home, Shayna and I watched the amazing race together as we do on Sunday nights. It was pretty good. Now I'm hungry again, so I think I'll eat my muffin that I was saving for breakfast tomorrow.

I Was Dancing When I Was Three

So, the other day, a mouse visited me in my room. Surprised me rather much. It was kinda cute though. It was little and brown. Didn't stay long. I haven't mentioned it to my roommates yet.

Saturday, David came and we basically did a restaurant crawl. We started with cookies and chocolate bars, then went down the street for Japanese food. Then up and over to Bloor and Spadina for pizza at Cora's. That was funny... apparently some drunk guy tried to fight a cop and 4 other cop cars showed up and they held him down and stuff. We were watching out the front of the window. It was really funny. After that, we went to get nachos at Sneaky Dee's, but the bouncer didn't accept my Michigan ID (which doesn't look fake at all). So we went across the street to the Bistro and got a mini pitcher of screwdriver and then two shots each. They tasted yummy! We then went down to a boss pizza parlour/general restaurant at Queen and Parliament and got yummy vegan soup.

We came back to my house and watched Enchanted, and then David went home. Best Valentine's Day EVER. Haha, mostly because although we are single people, we're not the creepy bitter ones who complain about cutesy couples who probably hate each other anyway.

Yesterday, I watched fairy tale movies ALL. DAY. LONG. And this morning, I watched lots of Grey's, season five, say whaa?

Du Hast Mich

So Friday I hung out and partied with the roomies since it was Sam's birthday. I mostly hung out with cute Brian who was stranded from Waterloo. We hung out and talked a bit and then went to Fran's. He bought me french fries. They were the goods.

Brian stayed the night on the sex futon in the basement. In the morning, we went to UrbHerb and got breakfast. He got coffee and a muffin, I got some epic curry and their amazing vegan hot chocolate.

After that, he wandered around Kensington Market and then probably down to Queen West to sell these boss buttons he makes out of comic books. He gave me a joker one. I headed off to my job interview at the burrito place. I think it went quite well, but I'll also have to go looking other places. I need my computer to turn on again so that I can weasel my resume out of it and print a bunch off.

I hung out with David after my interview. We went to Sneaky's for dinner. I loooove that place. The super cute guy from the other night was our server! He was wearing an s4c shirt. It was cute. We came home and watched movies and then decided to watch really hilariously bad porn, which is always fun.

FrankenMac will be back soonish I'm sure.

FrankenMac Is Back

This computer is insane. I swear. It really is FrankenMac... I should get it some stickers for being good to me. Something better than The White Tie Affair.

Speaking of stickers, I should also get some for my new bass. Oh how I love it. It really is pathetically easy to be okay at it. Unlike drums... I still sound like Meg White, however, when I get some space, I'll work on that. For now though, it's just my bass and I... also my french horn, but I'm not so sure my roomies would appreciate me actually playing it, so I'll stick to fingering. God that sounds dirty.

Tabs are my new favourite thing. As is 12:51 by The Strokes. Click it to check it out and download it if you want. I can now play 2 songs on the bass. Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, and 12:51. Working on more. Come to think of it, I can probably play Seven Nation Army on the drums too, and I can sing it.

Yesterday, I found that my friend Rob did me a hilarious favour. There is an injoke that a bunch of friends and I have, so I made an album to go with our fake band. He put it up on his blog, so anyone can download the single.

Friday was a fun day. I called my friend David bright and early and he came over and we went and got pizza and tried out KFCCanada's new vegetarian sandwiches. We hung out for a while, then he went to class, but he was back later, so we hung out more and made uh... songs? on my computer. Funniest thing ever. We've decided we need a myspace and an album cover.

Hot,pInk.cUnt's single and remix can be found here.

We're So Wrong

My friends and I are so inappropriate.

Like this. And the remix.

A sense of humor is required for listening.

I'm The Hiphopopotamus; My Lyrics Are Bottomless... A-Hem...

So tonight my friend David and I basically did a pub crawl... or what would have been a pub crawl if I were actually of age and had a real ID. Hahaha... but I am still amazed at how many people just do not care at all that it's very clearly fake. He met me at my house while I was still doing my makeup.

We went down the street to Bistro 422 and were ID'd inside. The guy was fine with my fake Virginian ID which amused me to no end. I had half a mini pitcher of Killer Koolaid, which is like... cranberry something and melon and vodka. That stuff was good. After that we took pictures and stuff, and apparently I'm still ridiculously photogenic. WIN! Anyway, I also had a shot of Carrot Cake or something which was goldschlager and some other stuff, and a shot of sour puss after that which was amazingly good and tasted a little bit like cough medicine.

After that, we went and got some bad ass pizza at Cora's at like... not quite Bloor and Spadina or something like that, I had vegan pizza with pineapple and really great garlic bread. David and I took the streetcar back down to College and Bathurst and went to Sneaky Dee's. He had a White Russian, which I tried, it was good. I had a Long Island Ice Tea and a Cosmopolitan. We headed over to Strange Love to dance, but the bouncer sent me away; it really depends on the bouncer more than the bar. We got into this other club, but there was a cover fee, so we left.

We went to Metro/Dominion and got me food for the next few weeks. First I was walking with the shopping cart like a weirdo, then I started doing this knees up monty python-esque walk, before switching to only doing it on the left leg which made it look like a very strange involuntary twitch... until I started giggling uncontrollably about it. So basically, I looked completely insane.

As an endnote, The Killers are no longer my favourite band. They have been bumped down to second. Flight of the Conchords is the shit. Get Into It!

You Got The Teeth Of The Hydra Upon You

Today was amazing. Well... tonight was, at any rate. I had SO much fun!

Today I went to the bank and they told me that I needed a guardian's signature to open an account since I'm not 19 which was LAME. So I called Mum and she said that I should kindly request Uncle Jay to accompany me to the bank at some point in the near future to do so. I couldn't cash my check, which sucks because I have NO money. GUHFUCKMYLIFE. Anyway, after that, I went on Craig's List really quick and looked up basses. I found this uber pretty Fender sunburst bass. I want it so bad! It's $250 Canadian, so I think if I put aside $50 a week, I can buy it in no time. So great!

Anyway, Andrea gave me her rockstar + vodka lite which was pretty yummy... but it kind of tastes like bug spray or something. Oh well. Kim's boyfriend's older brother and I were talking. His name is Chris. We decided to go to Strange Love instead of Fin's, which, in my opinion, was an awesome decision!! The security guard took a glance at my fake Virginia ID, and nodded me in. I waited until after I got inside to flip out. It was so great. I'm dying to go again next Thursday.

Chris got me a vodka and cranberry juice which was yummy and then we danced for a while. I made a new friend, Rob! He's so nice. It was the funniest thing ever, he kind of fell over on me while we were dancing, and was like, "OMG, I'm SOOO sorry!!!! I had a little too much to drink." He's so adorable. I told him it would be fine as long as he gave me a hug, and he totally did. I told him how cool I thought skate4cancer is, and he gave me even more hugs! Chris decided to go home, so I hung out with Rob and his buddy Cole. Rob bought me a shot of something... I think it was rum? I dunno, it was yummy. He promised me a dance, but then he kind of disappeared, so I guess I'll have to collect it some other time. I hope he doesn't feel too hung over tomorrow. That would suck!

Anyway, I met a bunch of other really cool people. And then I took a taxi home and have NO money. Yay! Oh well. At least I have food. I'll have money soon, I'm sure. I hope to get a job soon as well. I'm working on that. After I see what's going on with the tattoo parlour, I'll either be working there, or go job hunting around. I hope I get the job!!!! Anyway, I'm probably going to watch Love Actually, and then go to SLEEP.

I LOVE TORONTO!

'Cause I Came, And I Saw, I Conquered All

Jesus fucking Moses on a cracker. I thought yesterday was fun. Today was the best ever. I'm sure tomorrow will suck or something though.

This morning/afternoon when I woke up, I made a resume for jobs and stuff and then went grocery shopping.

When I got back, my roomie Mel told me about this flash mob that was going on where everyone was going on the subway and taking their pants off. Hahahaha. Epic.

We went down to Queen's Park and met with everyone. I met awesome new gay buddies. So we got on, took our pants off, took pictures, and rode around for a while before getting separated. Hahaha. She had my pants in her bag.

I met a bunch of random awesome people and we went around half naked. And then went to a bar where I kept getting free drinks. It was SO much fun.

I love this town.

Where Are My Keys? I Left My Phone

Yesterday I did absolutely nothing until late. I went and picked up Carol and we went to see Yes Man with her friend Sam. It was way better than I was expecting. I mean... It was a Jim Carrey movie so it was a little bit like all of his other movies as usual, but that was really only in one scene. The best part was totally when he said he was "gone-o-ria".

We got out of that movie and went to blockbuster to get Attonement and Wanted then got candy at Sam's house and went back to Carol's. Attonement was amazing but ridiculously depressing fer sirius. Wanted was just epic. The concept of curving bullets was really awesome. We drove Sam home and then went back to Carol's to watch Becomming Jane. I totally fell asleep like half way though and have no idea what happened apart from gathering that her life was a bit like Pride and Predjudice.
I should probably clean and pack today, but I'm uber sleepy and I think I have either strep throat or tonsillitis, so I really doubt that will happen.

Meh

I guess I'm straight edge now. I wish there were a better name/term for it. I guess I just won't call myself that.

I don't like sXe people. For the most part, the ones who flaunt it especially, are a bunch of eleitist asses who I'd rather not associate myself with.

Libby thinks I should get a straight edge xXx tattoo. I'd rather not. It's way lame. Actually, being straight edge itself is super lame. I dislike lables.

But yeah... On a more positive note, the one and only time I ever got drunk was a whole year ago.

Twenty Four Hours To Go, I Wanna Be Sedated

Early yesterday morning, I woke up, got some shit together, and drove over to Carol's to pick her up. She was in the shower, so I talked to her highly caffinated, but fun sister Leah. She really likes Mickey Avalon.

Carol and I drove to Windsor, exchanged some money, and then went through the tunnel. On the other side, we were asked a few questions, nothing too much, and then let through. The 401 was closed when we tried to get on, so we detoured to where it was opened for good.

The drive was basically 2 and a half hours of country farm lands, and 1 and a half hours of cities. We made a stop at Maccas and got some food and went to the bathroom. I have to admit, on the drive there, I almost killed us a few times because I was paying more attention to my BlackBerry than to the road.

Hamilton, Burlington, and Oakville seemed rather decent. But we didn't stop in any of them, maybe I will later. We hit traffic going into the city and got off the highway to get gasoline. We were pretty lost and bored so we played a game of trying to pronounce license plates.

We parked and paid 19 and then walked straight to Eaton. I definitely fucked up some ligaments at some point while driving. Anyway, we chilled in there for a while, but it was super hot so we left pretty quickly. We walked down to Queen and Parliament to get pizza at this boss restaurant called the Magic Oven.

I'm pretty sure we passed someone on crack, a couple hobos, and some creepers on our walk there. Everything around the restaurant was pretty ghetto. It looked almost like Detroit or Warren, we thought so, anyway. We split a pizza with soy cheese, tomato sauce, and onions/pineapples. I had the pineapple side.

Carol hated it, but I would walk down to Ghettoville with a torn ligament type thing, walking past crackheads and creepers any day to get pizza that epically good. Oh, and on the way back, I stepped in puke. Twice.

We went to Eaton again and got Starbucks and went up to the food court to work things out. We decided that just leaving would be the best plan. So we went to the car, and got comfy. We slept in the car there for a few hours before leaving and driving out of the city.

After I almost killed us again a few times while on my BB, Carol offered to drive and I graciously accepted. We had a few misadventures while looking for gasoline. We got some, and then got super tired while driving so we parked off the side of the highway and slept under a streetlight.

That didn't go well at all. When I woke up, I was as tired as I had been when I went to sleep. We drove until we got across the boarder at Sarnia, got told to get sleep by the customs officer, and promptly parked at a rest stop and slept until 5.30 am. The worst thing about waking up was it was freezing.

On the way home, apparently I was driving like a drunk, so we got pulled over by two cop cars hahaha. One asked if we had been drinking while the other scraped our windows for us. When he decided that we were probably more tired than inebreated, he let us go on our way. It wasn't that had to believe seeing as it was 6.40 am by that time.

The cops woke us right up and I dropped Carol off at 7 and quickly went home and slept FOREVER. It was so great. I might go back to sleep or I might get food.

Happy New Year.

Johnny B. Goode Tonight

So this morning I woke up to Back To The Future Part Two or something. I watched that for a while before calling Carol to see what time I should come over. She was asleep and told me to come at about four. I watched more movie and then got my lazy ass up and dressed and then went to Walgreens down the road to get trashbags. Colour coded. Ace.

I drove to Carol's and we drove around for a bit before finding a convenient park with trashcans. We took everything out of my car and then sorted through it, throwing half of it away, packing some in black bags to take with us, and putting some in white bags to leave at Mum's house.

We decided to run over to Mum's to drop off the bags. We were talking about crossing the border and Carol said something about me being a liability or something and just as she said, I fell down the basement stairs. It hurt so bad. I was like "I have to lie down. Hold on." So I limped over and fell face first onto the futon for a minute while Carol laughed her ass off. I wish I could, mine is still killing me.

We visited Moo and Lilu, and Vespa of course. She was actually friendly today instead of being a total cunt like normal. I can't wait to take Moo with me when I get my own place. I hope she'll be alive. She's a bit old.

I dropped Carol off back at her house then went home. I watched more movie and then decided to chill with Eric for a bit and watch Shang High Noon with him for a bit. Then I got tired so I went to bed, but I'm way too excited to sleep.

I'm so tired though.

The Devistating Backstroke

So yesterday I hung out with Brendan which was honestly awful. He's far more annoying than I remember him being. So I cut that visit rather short. I now have monstro hickey right over a birthmark that apparently looks like a hickey anyway. I think it looks like a swastika. Whatever. Now when anyone actually asks if its a hickey, I'll have to say yes. Boo.

Crap time with shitty camp friends was easily made up when I called my bff Carol and asked if she could and wanted to come to Toronto with me for newyears. She said yes and so did her mom. Yay! Roadtrip! I went and picked her up and we hightailed it over to inkslingers to get my lip pierced. John actually asked if I burnt myself with a curling iron. Hahaha.

Lip piercings turned out sweeeet. I can't wait to get smaller rings put in. Its going to look epic. Alex says its too much, but I don't think so. Anyway, this lady got a tattoo of a rainbow kokopeli or however its spelt because she is an author. "Oh, cool. What do you write?" "Gay erotica fiction." "Oh. ...my parents are gay..."

Haha! We promptly went out to the front room silently laughing. Jesus on a cracker. But when we're there, we really do whatever we want since we're totally VIP customers.

I was freaking out before I got my shit pierced because Carol kept saying it was going to hurt A LOT. John sprayed my lip with some novacaine that he smuggled in from tiajuanna (sp?). It mostly made all of the inside of my mouth numb and it felt super weird. Carol held my hand the whole time, which was great because the last time anyone held my hand for a piercing or whatever I was 15 and it was my navel that was getting the needle. Thanks Carol!!

We headed over to 7-11 to get a slurpee and decided that John lieks meeee. Which I don't mind at all. He's totally adorable anyway. I got a blue raspberry and vanilla cream flavoured slurpee. It was aces hight. Carol got coffee. We also bought this crazy stretchy pink spiney penis with eyes that has this light up thing in it. I guess it was supposed to be a caterpillar.

We didn't quite want to go home so we went up to movie 16 at the mutant mall. That place is sooo ghetto creepy. We decided to see Saw V. It was pretty good. Totally sick and twisted of course.

Anyway, I'm going over to hers later today to pick her up and go park by a dumpster so that we can clean out my car. Aces! I fucking love that girl.

Jesus.

Good Lord I hate border patrol. Today was the family Christmas party in River Canard, which is about 20 minutes outside of Windsor.

I woke up early enough and made myself some tofu noodles with soy sauce and molasses which were super yumm. Anyway, I talked to Alex on the phone forever which was aces. I went and got gasoline and gatorade before heading across the border.

So, my car is super mess and I have like... 6 or so stolen McCain lawn signs in there. I told the guy at customs what was in the back, clothes, shoes, stolen McCain lawn signs, and he thought I meant like... jacked street signs and told me he could get me arrested. He scared the shit out of me for like... 3 minutes just talking about that and then clarified exactly what kind of signs they were. He was like, oh... well that's childish but fine. Go ahead to your family party. I was like, HOLYFUCKINGSHIT.

Anyway, family party was good. Marty is a TOTAL brat and a half. The first thing he says when I walk in is, "you look weird." I was like, "durrr... i AM weird." Uncle Joe was there, which was way cool. I miss him. Since he got divorced from Aunt Renee, he never comes around anymore so it was aces seeing him. Anyway, we did the white elephant thing and I ended up with some decidedly non-vegan candy... oops. Oh well. I ate it anyway. No use wasting excellent Toblerone and Worther's.

Anyway, I went home and on the way through the border, got asked if I had been arrested or did drugs at least 3 times each. I was like, no. Seriously. But yeah... fun times. I got some fries at Maccas because they're so epic. When I got home I interneted for a while before talking to Alex for the first time in FOREVER. I miss him!!! Anyway, a little ways into the conversation, he asked if I was really pregnant.

WHHAAAAATTT?!?!!?!!? Um... no. I'm not.

Anyway, apparently Mrs. Smith didn't get that the preggo ness was a halloween costume. So she told her husband, Greg, Alex, and a bunch of other people. AWKWARD. Anyway, I cleared that up fast.

I'm hanging out with my friend Brendan tomorrow and then he's taking me to get my lip pierced. YEE!!! I'll post pictures. But first we're gonna make OUTTTT. Yay! I'll have a new answer to put on surveys besides, Libby, as the last person I kissed. Hahaha.

Yeah. Awkward day.

After The Eulogy

This morning Mum and I went to Aunt Pat's funeral. In my humble opinion, funerals are the worst thing on earth... just short of silverfish, getting blood drawn, and seeing people throw up.

When my mum was in nursing school, Pat was her roommate, and then they started dating and had grand drinking adventures, such as bringing a full body resuscitation anne dressed in the school uniform to the bar with them and then getting caught while sneaking it back in. My parents were at the conception of Pat's son, Jesse. A bit awkward I guess. But apparently they decided to have a party to artificially inseminate Kris, so my cousin was conceived surrounded by lesbians.

I was born in Seattle, and when we moved to Michigan when I was two weeks old, we lived at Pat and Kris' house. We had Canadian Thanksgiving at their house, went over every Christmas to exchange presents, had birthday parties together, and sometimes went over for dinner just for fun while I was growing up. Pat and Kris were basically second parents and my mum is one of Jesse's many godmothers.

Until today, I hadn't seen any of them for about five years. Last time I saw Aunt Pat, I never thought it would be the last time I would ever see her in my life. I can't stand the fact that I'm never going to see her again. I'll never get to hug her, and I will never hear her laugh again, and Aunt Pat was ALWAYS laughing; her laugh stands out among all my other memories of her. I missed her before she died, words pale in comparison to my current feelings. I kind of just expected her to walk in laughing at the funeral, just for fun, it's really hard to believe that she's gone.

My mother discovered my "Imperio" tattoo at the funeral which was slightly comical. I was adjusting my bracelets and she glanced down and asked, "What's that?" Thinking she was talking about one of my new bracelets which has a scorpion encased in glow in the dark resin, I said, "A scorpion." She grabbed my hand, turned it over and stared at my wrist for a minute. Oh. That. She didn't ask, just sort of shook her head.

There was a reception sort of thing back at their house. The food was epic. I walked in and wondered aloud if there was anything I could eat, and at least five people started pointing out things that were vegan. I was like, how did you know? It was a little crazy. Afterward, I stood around with mum while she talked to a bunch of people about how my mother's brain is deteriorating. Pleasant. I just love thinking about it, especially after a funeral. When my parents die, I probably wont go to the funerals. I don't think I could stand it.

I came home and danced around my room naked to Rihanna's "Disturbia" I seriously love that song.