Thursday, July 27, 2006

Camping? Ah shit

Crap

I just remembered that I can't be in heels while camping. FUCK. So the Weitzman's are out.

Just called dad to beg for mercy and "borrow" a tent, camping stove thingy and 2 sleeping bags. I don't have shorts...well, I have trendy ones, but they don't give the "roughing it" look that I apparently need. So I guess I'll wear my torn jeans (not my True Religion ones) and skirts? I don't wanna go in the wilderness =(

So everybody is going on tuesday, but me and Gianlu are going on the thursday (cause I have work!). We have to take the train to Corbourg (or something) and then Eric has to come get us (it's 45 min away) to brings us to the site which is in Omemee (seriously, what the fuck?) at the Emily Provincial Park.

The first alarm bells went off in my head when I mentioned the location to a broker over the phone, to which he choked on his beverage (he denied it being alcohol) snorted, laughed in an evil way and hung up on me.

This is NOT looking good.

Also, what am I to do with no cell phone? NO GODDAMN ELECTRICITY?! *ahem* I mean, wow, nature!

Ugh! + the stupid train costs $80! Fucking ViaRail!

Tonight I'm going to my mum's place for dinner (she called me and was being all sad-sounding on the phone because I'm not around a lot...she lives ACROSS THE WATER, not in the same CITY) I miss her and my bro and step-dad, but I can't help not being around...I don't live there! Also, I might beg for a loan of around $60, because right now I only have $20 to my name and Bailey is coming tomorrow, and Sunday we're having dim-sum for Eric & Neel's bdays + we're hitting the Tam Tams after.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

NYC=broke, camping=bitten by insects

Well

I've removed my post about bastard racists (I saved it as a draft) because I don't want to get "dooced" (please see www.dooce.com for insight). Just in case.

Not much has happened in the last few days... Gianlu arrived on Sunday, and my special gift to him was a set of keys for my flat. That way he can escape the dreary-ness of hanging out with our 80year old nonni's for a change.

Since the NYC trip is kinda expensive, and I'm broke, we might just go camping with the gang next weekend...so we'll see I guess...

Tonight i get to see Kat! wooooot! And Gianlu is coming over probably as well.

Last night I went for supper at my nonni's, and saw my new cousin Alexia for the first time. She's about a month old, and is very cute.

Until she screams =s

Neel came over after and we watched my newly purchased Chappelle's Show: The Lost Episodes.

To be honest, I was pissed with him leaving the show right?

But after seeing the three CRAPPY ASS EPISODES, and the horrible extra skits and stuff, I APPLAUD HIM for running off to Africa.

That shit was wack, waaaaaay too lame to laugh at.

Anyways, at least it only cost 20 bucks. Now I know why it was so cheap.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

as per vengelyne's request

aight

she wants me to update me blog... but there's not much to say...

Friday night:

Neel and Eric came over, we watched a few flics and had some beer.


Saturday:

Woke up around 5:30pm... watched all of the BBC's Pride & Prejudice + Seasons 1-2-3 of Sex and the City. Watched this movie that has Elijah Wood...uhhh it had to do with the GSE in London...


Sunday:

Woke up early (12pm)...did nothing...then dad picked me up, we went to my nonni's. A little while later they came home with my cousin Gianlu, who just flew in from Florence. I gave him a set of keys for my apartment, that way he can escape the dreariness of my 45year old uncle who thinks he's 20 and my 80 year old grandparents.

I got home a while ago, and am now watching more of Sex and the City.

That's it. A great, slow, ME TIME weekend. No drama, no stress.

Awesome.

Friday, July 21, 2006

because I'm starving to death

I had my interview today.

I have mixed feelings about it....I'm not sure if it was a success or a total disaster. Most of it was in french (which is fine) but when the lady would speak to me in english, I couldn't understand what she was saying (baaaad accent, mush mouth)... She asked me why I wanted the job...and to be honest, at that point, I was so bummed out with everything that I couldn't give a fuck. I said: I'm starving to death. I do more than the assistants and am getting half their pay.

I'm still not feeling very good...My stomach is tied on knots because I can't go to Carrie's funeral like I wanted (it's on tuesday in nyc) I have zero cash and can't just take time off to magically appear there, no cost.

I'm feeling low, really low. In an attempt to prove to myself that I wasn't a complete failure, I dressed to kill and went out to this gay club with my buddy James... It's called Sky, a half club/half male strip joint. So it was good because I could drink and be left the fuck alone. I was on the roof (no strippers, thank GOD). James wasn't exactly there all the time (he was in the bathroom blowing this guy for almost two hours at one point, his jaw power impresses me) It was kind of a nice night.

Until around midnight.

A HUGE storm hit. By the time I got home, I was soaking wet, and the thunder was hitting really close to the apartment. It hit about 100 feet away and saw all the street lights turning off, and some sparks coming out of the transformer. I ran home and got under the covers and just closed my eyes. The thunder was making the apartment shake, and I couldn't sleep because of the noise, combined with the super bright lightning, which cast freaky shadows around my room.

I woke up to an empty apartment (Greg's flight was at 8:30am) and felt like I hadn't slept in 10 years.

I never see Kat anymore, the boys are starting to scatter, Dany has disappeared off the face of the planet, Destin is acting weird (understandably but still), Zucchi is being a dick, Jay tried to fix me up with his model friend who wouldn't stop asking me to send naked pictures of me. For fucks sake.

I give money to The Montreal Children's Hospital every month, as well as to the World Wildlife Fund and Doctors Without Borders. I spend HOURS on end helping friends in every way possible including financially even though my bank balance has been at a stagnant -$204 dollars for about 2 months. I'm always friendly and helpful, I put up with my family's bullshit on a daily basis ("Why aren't you married yet?" "You're living in sin with a Jewish man!") I put up with bullshit from men.

That feels better. Thank you for reading my rant, guys. Now I can be *normal* again =)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

ah crap

...this post is all over the place, I'm sorry but I haven't slept much.

My bus eye candy wasn't on the bus again yesterday. So I had to content myself with my ipod and the new issue of Time Magazine. What's happening in the Middle East is worse than ever, and there is no foreseeable solution available.

I'm kinda freaked out because Greg is talking about immigrating to Israel and re-joining the army again. My friend Mohamed is in Lebanon and is about to join forces with his people. So I guess they'll be meeting face to face after all.

I have no opinion on their conflict. About who is right and who is wrong. Whoever sheds blood is wrong, that's it, that's all.

Aight, I'm not really sounding like myself, and I'll tell you why.

Last night, I saw Petru, and I was soooo happy to see my boy! I haven't seen him since we went clubbing in February or even January! So we watched movies, had pizza and a few beers, and we made plans to go out on saturday with the rest of the gang. I walked him to the subway, and went home. Then my buddy Jay called me (he works in my office building during the day, in maintenance, and he's a club promoter on weekends) and we've hung out, gone out together with the group. He's a chill dude. But a friend no less. He's shorter than me, Portuguese, tanned and is built. Like huuge muscles (gym freak). But I've never really been attracted to him. I'm still not as a matter of fact...=s

He was gonna come over, we were gonna chill and drink as we always do. About an hour before he showed up, Brian (fireman, dated him while I was living in NYC) called from his ma's place in Queens, and he was crying. Our mutual friend Carrie slit her wrists, and was found in the bath by her roommate that morning.

I had actually been trying to reach her, but I figured she was out having a good time...she was always a party animal. I guess not...

Anyways, I was crying, but cleaned myself up before Jay got there. So Jay shows up, I don't say anything about Carrie cause I want company, not sympathy, right? I wanted to do something normal.

We're drinking, listening to music, chatting...Then he's like truth or dare. I haven't played this since grade 7. And I refused to play. I was all "But Jay, we're only 2, and we're not like that together".

He comes over, starts sticking his tongue down my fucking throat, one hand going up my skirt, the other like IN MY SHIRT.

I freaked out. I smacked him. I was drunk (all I had was a piece of pizza, and that was it for the day) and started mumbling about appearances, how Carrie was dead and I didn't wanna make out. I was freaked. Just....freaked. I mean, under normal circumstances, maybe if I'd popped a few tabs of E, maybe I would have gone along with it... But with Carrie, and the booze and the fact that I was not high on E.... I ranted about fuckwittage and showed him the door.

I've been so lonely, after the whole Matt debacle... It's left me hollow... and I just feel like a fucking sex object. Like I'm there to be used, and thats it. I'm SICK of it. No, I'm not a tease if we make out but I don't put out after 5 HOURS OF KNOWING YOU.

That's all that happens.

I have a head on my shoulders. Talk to me about current affairs, music, if I've had bad experiences with rubber. Don't talk to me about the things you are going to do to me. Because I won't let you touch me. I'm now off limits to commitment phobics, megalomaniacs, perverts and fuckwits.

Yup. Totally stole that from Helen Fielding.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

If I had $500 lying around....

Prada: chocolate flat espadrilles

Gucci: white mocassin pumps

Gucci: black pumps

Alexande McQueen: chain pumps


Manolo Blahnik: black peep toe mary janes

Manolo Blahnik: black leather pumps

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

money makes the world go round

I had my "interview" with the head hunter who contacted me last week. We met yesterday at the coffee shop around the corner for a sneaky discussion about my previous jobs and cheesy questions that I was forced to answer ("What is your pride and joy in this current position" "Say what?")

As soon as he saw me he was like "Hiiiiiiiiiiii" and then kissed my cheeks as if this as a personal meeting instead of an agonizing no-sleep-for-three-days, making-my-palms-sweat-and-is-my-vein-stick-out-my-forehead-yet? job interview. And he proceeded to flirt with me the entire time. I was sure the interview was going to be crap, on the phone he sounded like one of those Crashing Bore types, but I guess I was wrong.

So now he's all "I'll call you every few days or so to give you updates." I'm thinking (o...k) and then while he had an information package for me right there in his open briefcase, he goes "Oh! Dear me, I've forgotten the fact sheet! Well, I'll just have to come give it to you during the week. Are you free Thursday after work?"

Riiiiiight buddy, very subtle.

Anyways, now I'm just waiting for the call. And am broke.

The good news is that Greg is going to BC for 10 days starting like, sunday, and therefore I won't have to deal with his nasty hairs all over the sink and won't have to nag him for 20 minutes in order to get him to turn off the freaking light when he leaves the bathroom.

AND

Bailey is coming to visit! Next friday! Yay! I'm gonna drag him all over town, he won't even know what hit him! =p Ahahahahahaha!

Other than that...

For the past few weeks, when I get on the bus home, there's this guy who takes it at the same time as me. And he's kinda cute (I think! He always has his sunglasses on). And we've been doing the coy: I Look At Him While He's Not Looking But I Know He Knows I'm Looking, Then He Looks At Me While I'm Not Looking But He Knows I Knows He's Looking, Then We Look At Each Other At The Same Time And Freak Out Cause OMG He/She Saw Me Looking And Rapidly Turn Away To Conceal Our Embarrassment.

Yesterday it escalated to me getting on the bus in the morning, going to the back of the bus and standing in the only available spot: right in front of him. I sort of froze and stared at him but I'm not sure if he noticed. The he looked up and stared at me but wasn't sure if I noticed. See, the thing is, even when it's cloudy out in the morning (raining even) I have my beautiful $300 Prada sunglasses (please refer to Item "A") on, because I'm too tired, too hungover (mostly it's both). And he's got his on too, probably for the same reason (c'mon! we're both young! It's only natural to be hungover every morning) So I wasn't sure he knew I knew when he was staring at me for long periods of time and vice-versa.

I laughed it off when I got off the bus (people thought I was mental). But then after work...

I get to the stop, and for once I don't have my Pradas on. And then the bus comes, I get on, sit down in the back, and it starts going. I look up, and he's there, standing, 2 feet away, staring right at me. I kinda froze, like, well, a rabbit, and smiled. He smiled. So then we did the whole routine: I Look At Him While He's Not Looking But I Know He Knows I'm Looking, Then He Looks At Me While I'm Not Looking But He Knows I Knows He's Looking, Then We Look At Each Other At The Same Time BUT instead of the Freaking Out Cause OMG He/She Saw Me Looking And Rapidly Turn Away To Conceal Our Embarrassment thing, instead we'd smile at each other.

He sat sorta in front of me when some people got off. (please refer to Item "B" to see exactly what the hell I'm talking about) But we didn't say a word to each other. At this point, I was at the Point of No Return in the blushing meter, my cheeks adopting the color pictured in Item "C". He smiled, I smiled, a look, a smile etc etc. This lasted about 8 minutes. I had to get up to get off, we sort of looked at each other for like 34 seconds (very indecent) and I got off. His friend had been sitting next to me, and when I got off, I was smiling my head off. I looked up, and his friend smiled at me and said something to the guy and he sorta lunged at the bell to get the driver to stop but the bus drove on, and I laughed and he gave me a sad smile and I waved.

Therefore, I woke up 20 minutes early, so that I could put my face on (I usually don't wear makeup to work, no point) and look pretty and fresh-faced instead of puffy-eyed, throbbing-head disaster case. I also put on a nice bra, one with lace on the trim, and it looks really good with my blouse done up with less buttons than usual.

But he wasn't there! Wasted sleep for nothing! Precious, precious sleep...

Sunday, July 16, 2006

House party pictures

Zucchi, Maia and Dan (she's 5 yrs old, and swallowed a radio i.e. won't stop talking)


So, left to right: Zucchi, Dan, me, Jay

Friday, July 14, 2006

Oh joy! A raise!

hehehehe

you KNOW who you are =p

Okay, so. Today, I will be heading down to the store and procuring a sooper-dooper, top-the-line, extremely... aerodynamic? cheap-ass microphone for $6.99!

That way I won't have to steal Greg's or blackmail him or trade him nekkid pics of Debs for it.

I haven't done much this week...going out wise. That's because I'm broke... but I got paid today, and after all the bills were paid + half my rent money put aside, I've got $139 to my name.

But I think that's all about to change. No, I haven't won the lottery (yet!).

I've been offered a job. It's basically almost the same position that I'm occupying now, but it would be for personal assistant to the VP. And they would pay me $14,000.00 a year more than what I get here. FOURTEEN! I can't believe it! The thing is...it's not with my company...

It's with a rival firm...and they want to meet me on Monday for lunch. So I'm kind of nervous, I don't know what to do.

I love where I'm working right now, but I'm broke ass poor all the time. I don't have enough money to save. But this firm will let me get to Florence that much faster. And its the same medical benefits as the ones I'm getting where I am. So it's a dilemma.

What I think I'll do, is that if its concrete, and they really want me, I'll ask them to issue a document, saying what my position would be and what my salary + benefits would be, and then say that I must return in signed by so and so time in order to accept it, or the offer will be null and void.

That way I can go to my current boss and be like: They are offering me this ____, will you match it? Or at least try to? If he can't or won't, it'll be bye bye. I just don't know if I'll have the heart to leave my co-workers.

On another note, Gianlu is coming in a week and 2 days! Yay! I can't wait.

I took a week off work, and am gonna try to get us down to NYC for a few days (If I have the cash...) He would love it. Also, I gotta harass Morgan from Overheard, he owes me one =p

If I can't afford NYC, I was thinking maybe Boston? Or if not, I would really like to go to Halifax, it's a party town and we both enjoy pubs a lot so it would be a blast (also easier on the bank balance). If I win the lottery this week or next week, we'll go to Cuba for a week. And there I'll meet a dark, tall, handsome sex god, who will sweep me off my feet while my cousin hit's it with the ladies, and it'll turn out that the sex god lives in Montreal too, and it'll be great.

Ok. I'm done =)

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

hmm

I just read the latest post on Baghdad Burning and to be honest, I feel where she's coming from.

You know what I would like to do?

Shake Bush like a rag doll, and tell him "Open your eyes! Get your people out of there and FUCK OFF"

I am SICK and TIRED of the USA "saving" (which is their term for invading and imposing their own laws and regulations) other countries. Mind your own business. You've got as much crime in your country as anywhere else, and the latest study shows that 71% of the population is overweight. 71%! Why don't you spend less money on stealth bombers, ammunition and good scriptwriters to cover up the atrocities you commit overseas, and spend it on law enforcement, mass weight control support groups or something!

Honestly.

Thanks for "saving Iraq" and yes, capturing Saddam was great. But now, LEAVE.

Mind your own business =)

Lets look at some facts:

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1950's:

1953: U.S. overthrows PM Mossadeq of Iran and installs Shah as dictator.

1954: U.S. overthrows democratically-elected President Arbenz of Guatemala. This was the beginning of more than four decades of tyrannical military rulers in Guatemala, all closely tied to the United States government. In all, more than 200,000 Guatemalans have been killed or have "disappeared." Forensic scientists are still discovering mass graves.

1960's:

1963: U.S. backs the assassination of South Vietnamese President Diem.

1963-1975: American military kills over 4 million civilians in Southeast Asia.

1970's:

09/11/1973: U.S. stages coup in Chile. Democratically elected president Salvador Allende assassinated. Dictator Augusto Pinochet installed. 5,000 Chileans murdered.

1977: U.S. backs military rulers of El Salvador. 70,000 Salvadorans and four American nuns killed.

1980's:

1980's: U.S. trains Osama bin Laden and fellow terrorists to kill Soviets. CIA gives them $3 billion.

1981: Reagan administration trains and funds "contras". 30,000 Nicaraguans die.

1982: U.S. provides billions in aid to Saddam Hussein for weapons to kill Iranians.

1983: White House secretly gives Iran weapons to help them kill Iraqis.

1989: CIA agent Manuel Noriega (also serving as President of Panama) disobeys orders from Washington. U.S. invades Panama and removes Noriega. 3,000 Panamanian civilian casualties

1990's:

1990: Iraq invades Kuwait with weapons from U.S.

1991: U.S. enters Iraq. Bush reinstates dictator of Kuwait.

1998: Clinton bombs "weapons factory" in Sudan. Factory turns out to be making aspirin.

1991 to present: American planes bomb Iraq on a weekly basis. U.N. estimates 500,000 Iraqi children die from bombing and sanctions.

2000's:

2000-01: U.S. gives Taliban-ruled Afghanistan $245 million in "aid".

September 11, 2001: Osama Bin Laden uses his expert CIA training to murder 3,000 people.

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I think everybody remembers what happens next.

Okay, I'm done. Back to sugarcoated posts =)

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Chappelle's Show Lost Episodes 1 Part 5

I almost DIED laughing!

Sunday, July 9, 2006

Last night's crazyness at the jazz fest with the boys


Main stage

The boys

Dany "The Ladie's Man"

Surroundings
Surroundings

This little girl was so cute, dancing w/her mama

the boys

Jay's a high baller

Dany attempting to get my picture

Dany humping a tree

we were six, and they graciously gave me shotgun =)

My look of mock amusement