Strike Two

Endings, beginnings, etc

2010-12-05T16:47:00.000-05:00

The snow has finally arrived in Montreal. Not necessarily pleasing to all, yet definitely a requirement for a real holiday season. The snow is white and bright, whereas the inhabitants of this city are mostly blue: holiday shopping (bankruptcy), plummeting temperatures (frostbite), the end of semesters (17 papers and 15 exams), sunsets at 4:10pm (gaaahhhh)... It's very hard to get acclimatized to this season, especially this year.

For the last few years, Montreal seemed to have skipped a few seasons. We would leave winter and enter neither spring nor summer, more of an in-between season that promoted rain and low temperatures. Fall would last one or two weeks, then we'd be stuck in the winter season once more. This year, however, was fantastic! We had a long, slow spring which flowed into the warmest, sunniest and longest summer I can remember. The transition into fall was beautiful, accentuated by over 4 weeks of colorful foliage. And now, BAM! It's cold.

Don't get me wrong, xmas is my favorite holiday. I love a white xmas. I love baking. I love wrapping presents and seeing the recipients faces when they unwrap them. I love listening to Bing Crosby and Judy Garland. I even love the sports that come with the season: hockey, skiing, sledding...

Basically, I'm bitching because I'm freezing my rear end off out here.

Craptastic: Berlusconi strikes again!

2008-12-24T23:06:00.003-05:00

In the spirit of the impending holidays, Berlusconi and his minions decided to do something... un-grinch-like.

They distributed thousands of government approved €50 vouchers to less-fortunate families. The nation was shocked at this display of generosity.

And so it was, that families with empty bellies flocked to the Co-ops and Esselungas, with visions of their families and themselves seated around a loaded table this holiday season. They packed their shopping trolleys to their hearts content and, still sporting those dazed looks upon their faces, they lined up to pay.

The clerks swayed their dance, scanning items one by one and stuffing them into bags. The lucky clients' smiles grew bigger with each beep the machine let escape. And when the total came up on the screen and the clerks' hands opened to receive payment, the happy clients' were already whipping out their vouchers.

Unfortunately for them, they didn't work. Every single gift card that supposedly carried a balance of €50 was, in fact, worth €0. Ah yes, the perverted perma-tan sporting international embarassment of a "leader" striked again.

Happy holidays everybody.

end of an experience

2008-07-11T18:00:00.002-04:00

On August 4th, I'll be coming home to Montreal. I've spent half a year in Florence (jesus, has it really been that long already?)

I'm happy, excited, sad, scared....all at once. I can't wait to roam the streets of Montreal once again, I didn't think I could miss a place so much...

I can't wait to go to dim sum with Kathryn and then roam around chinatown sipping on bubble tea, I can't wait to have a lazy Sunday-style brunch with Neel on a Tuesday morning, I can't wait to see fellow otaku Dennis and nerd that shit up, I can't wait to see Jeff and chill with him on a terasse or in a pub and laugh my heart out, I can't wait to hang out with Gael with a bottle of wine and a great video game or movie, I can't wait to go to Ira's place and predict cheesy movies, I can't wait to see Cas and have a ridiculously fun time at the karaoke booths, I can't wait to crash parties I wasn't invited to with Pat... I can't wait to go out with all of them and party until way after the sun is up.

Only person missing is...Liz. She moved to Toronto a few days before I left, and she's just signed a lease, so she won't be back for a while. It will be very hard not having her around... we used to call each other up and hang out, or talk on the phone and IM each other at the same time... It will be hard not having her physically around to support me while I continue to make mistakes and then freak out about them. I'll have to get a long distance plan or something!

I'll be leaving some people behind when I go... But I've finally realized that I have to be honest with myself: I've been lonely and depressed for most of my time here, and it's just not the place for me. It's a beautiful one, but the inside counts, and I don't feel attracted to Florence's heart anymore...she's not as understanding and unique as Montreal is.

In a few days (or knowing me, probably in about a week) I'll post up some of my pictures (which Sean has already seen on Facebook =p) and show you guys what I've been up to.

Ciao!

Holy shit. Wins are awesome but riots are not!

2008-04-22T09:08:00.002-04:00

Holy crap. I shiver to think what will happen when we win the Stanley Cup... what? Oh yes, we WILL win the Stanley Cup. Stop trashing my city man! It's bad enough all those Americans come up north to drink, have one beer, can't handle it and puke all over the place. We don't need retards torching cop cars and trashing stores on top of that!

TRICOLORE JUSQU'AU BOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-04-22T04:56:00.003-04:00

NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOOOODBYEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Round two here we come!

integration

2008-04-21T09:22:00.004-04:00

It's been a bumpy ride...

Social relationships here are very different from the ones back home. Obviously I knew this before hand, but I wasn't ready for the day-to-day business....

When you go to a job placement agency in Montreal, they find you a job right away! They call you, set up interviews.... Here you have to CHASE the agencies, if not they never EVER get back to you. You can smell the bureaucracy from a mile away. And it's everywhere:

- Shops
- Schools
- Offices

Now that our buddy Silvio is back in office for 5 more years, the political/social situation here has plummeted. I'd written a previous post about the political stance in Florence, and basically, all of Italy. Now I see it/live it day to day...and it's tough fitting in.

Also, just basic things that I took for granted in Montreal are lacking here. Like the freedom to walk home at 4am in going out clothes without getting bothered by anyone. Here, it's dangerous. You have to go to the washroom with someone when you're at a club. I'm used to being super independent, and I find this really retarded! I mean, wtf is wrong with the men here?

And also:

Women here have to fit into either one of these categories:

Madonna//Whore

There is NO middle ground. Something I cannot really get used to. Actually, I will NOT get used to it. I will try to corrupt as many ladies as I have to. It's OKAY to have sex. Men do it and no one gives it a second though. Why can't we enjoy something that I completely natural and NORMAL without having 80% of the population putting us down (80% of the population is OLD. Old as in past 65 years old. OLD FARTS!)

Whew, that felt good. So yes, that's all for today, stay tuned for more ranting about social stupidities running rampant in Italy.

email correspondance with my mother

2008-04-11T10:49:00.003-04:00

Salut Monika,

As-tu du temps samedi ou dimanche pour que nous « skypions » avec Dany et Max?

Ici à Montréal, le hockey est une fièvre incroyable. Il y a plein de gens qui portent le chandail des Canadiens. Presque toutes les voitures arborent le fanion du Canadiens ou les numéros des joueurs.

Vois le vidéo ci-joint sur le match d’hier soir.

http://video.canoe.ca/?fr_story=a5c9ae86676616199f2f2c901ca2071684283ef5&rf=bm

Passe une belle journée!

Bisous XXXXXXX mom

Salut Maman,

Sunday is better for me as Saturday night = dancing so I won't be online... Unless we skype around 5pm my time = 11am your time on Saturday.

I watched the game last night (I had to wake up at 2am!) and I'm SO mad with the Habs for doing so well NOW and not when I was there sporting the bleu blanc et rouge! I've been running around Florence for the past 2 weeks wearing my jersey and/or hat and/or scarf and/or earrings and have been labeled a freak by the locals. It doesn't help that my favorite football team la Fiorentina is on it's way to glory and I'm the only person who shows up at the stadium with a fiorentina jersey and a habs hat.

Your sports-crazed daughter,

Monika

Recap

2008-03-10T12:12:00.005-04:00

After all the trouble it took me to set up the damn job in China, it's all gone to pot.

They won't countersign the LOI I sent them weeks ago, they lied about the refunds for the tickets, and they want me to work using a tourist visa. It's a no go.

Anyways, I'll apply somewhere else in a few months... Until then, I'll be in Florence. I've got a few interviews at the university for an assistant teacher position, and I'm still working in the gelateria.

I've been having a lot of fun...and I'm seeing someone. =)

I'm not really inspired at the mo', you may have noticed from my disappearance. But here are some photos...

just arrived

2008-02-28T09:33:00.002-05:00

Okay, that's a lie. I got here at 9:30pm. About 26 hours after leaving.

Flight out from Montreal was 4 hours late, missed my connection in London. Lost luggage when I got to Rome... Then Gianluca, his friend and I lost the car in the lot, then took a wrong turn and ended up back at the airport, and then the drive which takes 2.5 hours took us 4.5.

I'm exhausted, fighting a cold and am wearing shorts. Therefore, dear readers, I'll elaborate later.

Ciao!

rushing to the finish line

2008-02-13T20:34:00.002-05:00

There is so much to do before I leave.

I have to let my bank know that I'm leaving, and arrange some kind of international money transfer setup. There is also the question of my credit cards. It's really stressing me out. I wish I could somehow win 2 grand and get it before I go, just so I can pay them off. It's nice to dream.

I've canceled my internet access and everything else, lowering my stress level by 2%.

Even though most of my possessions are in storage, I have quite a few things to pack up: my television, DVD player, video game consoles, papasan chair and pouf, bookshelves plus the books contained therein, my DVD collection, night table, dozens of handbags, shoes and the winter clothes I won't be taking with me.

I'll be giving my DVDs either to Kathryn or my mother for safekeeping. As for my books, I'll be making a list for Kathryn to see if she would like to borrow any of them.

Every day + night I'm seeing different friends/family which is quickly becoming exhausting. This Friday I'm leaving right after class for New York, to see friends followed by a hasty retreat back across the border to see my mom, step-dad and brother. Next week is busy as hell, and it's weekend will be even busier. I'm having a going away shindig, and it's created quite a stir.

Drama-wise I mean. Some people whom I thought were my friends turn out to be something else, let me tell you. Anyways, best weed them out now before I waste keyboard time writing them emails. Also makes for a less crowded party.

It's 13 days until I go, the weak-in-the-knees sensation hasn't gone away. It's a very surreal feeling, whenever I walk around town and realize I'll be missing spring, summer... I'll miss home. But I hope to make a new one somewhere else.

this is really happening

2008-02-10T16:33:00.000-05:00

I paid for and picked up my ticket on Thursday. One way to Italy leaving on February 26th. There's no turning back now.

It hasn't really hit me yet that I'm really going through with all this, that I'm finally getting going. I'm thrilled, excited and scared. I get this weird floppy knees thing whenever I think about leaving. Kind of like when I standing on a ladder and it's not too steady.

I spoke to Kathryn about it, and she feels the same way. She still doesn't think of it as me leaving. I'm going to miss her the most.

I finally got to see her today. Between our schedules, her being sick and then me being sick, it's been hard trying to get together, if even for a coffee. We went to dim sum and, as per usual, over-ordered on shrimps and pork dishes. We didn't even order the super extra oily Chinese broccoli that sometimes rushes by us on the carts. Since last week was Chinese New Years, there were still a few mini parades going on in Chinatown. We were lucky enough to have a table by the window which allowed us to watch while we ate. Although we weren't in an advantageous position cart-wise: they rarely came to our corner, so we had to harass our waitress to get us the goods.

After dim sum, we bought some bubble tea and dragon beard candy and went for a walk in the Old Port. On Sundays not much is open, but it's warm-ish outside (-3 Celsius) and kind of sunny so it was quite enjoyable.

I'm seeing her again either on Tuesday or Thursday, when we'll try to go see the Viva Cuba exhibit at the MMFA. Apart from that, my weekend was basically trying to recover from a bad cold. It took me four days but I got it out of my system.

Apparently its 15 degrees in Florence. I have to find my shorts!

the wheels are in mid-roll

2008-02-03T16:03:00.000-05:00

Well, I've almost reached my goal.

I'm flying to Florence on February 26th. I'll be staying until I find a job in Asia which is something that is almost settled.

I've sent out mass mailings of my CV and picture, and got back a couple of dozen responses. Added to that, I've got my dad asking around for me to his buddies from Hong Kong.

The next phase of the plan is that after a year or two teaching, I hope to have saved up enough money to go to Japan and study Japanese. I've asked around to friends who work in Japanese Universities, and it's possible to get a student visa AND a part-time working visa for teachers with 2+ yrs of experience. Which is what I would have at that point. Fingers crossed!!!!

Apart from that, it's been business as usual. Listening to too much M-Flo and Dragon Ash, going out 3-4 times a week, sorta working under the table in an attempt to get as much money in my pocket before going to Italy and...I got a new laptop!

Yes! After 3 years with my crappy hand-me-down laptop that dad gave me (and which just recently celebrated its 13th year in existence) he and my mother combined my birthday and christmas gifts together and got me the new acer travelmate 5720 that has a FINGERPRINT SCANNER!

DUDES! I have to scan my finger to turn it on! I scan my finger to sign into my email! IT'S AWESOME. Yes, I am a huge geek. BUT! It has worldwide wifi compatibility and a webcam+mic embedded in the screen! So I'll be able to keep in touch with everyone in a realtime way.

Only a few weeks left!

when the child turns into the parent

2008-01-09T17:16:00.000-05:00

I was supposed to hang out with Pat this afternoon, after class. It didn't happen.

My dad called me and told me that it hasn't been getting any better with his wife (evil step-mom) and that they have decided to do a trial separation. I'm not quite sure how I feel.

I hate her. She's manipulative, controlling, arrogant and has the maturity of a 13 year old. I do, however, want my dad to be happy. Whatever happens.

So he's going to be living with me for a while. 5 days here, 5 days at his house so to see his daughter with his wife, Tess. Same for the evil step-mom, except there's no way she's getting anywhere near my place. No thanks. She'll probably stay with her parents.

He arrived about a half hour ago, and it's pretty awkward. I'm not quite sure what to say or do, except to keep feeding him Bombay tonics while I make supper.

I had wanted to spend more time with him before I left, but this isn't exactly what I had expected. I hope he'll be okay.

Not so bad Monday

2008-01-07T15:05:00.000-05:00

I only ended up falling asleep around 5:00am, and lucky me, today was my first day back to "work".

"Work" as in my stage for school. I teach English. This week was supposed to be my last week but unfortunately they changed the schedule without telling me and I'll only be doing 5 hours instead of 10. Which means that next is week is (finally) my last week. Then I get my diploma and I can finally send it off to those interested parties in Asia.

That's right, project Monika Is Getting The Hell Away From The Cold is going full steam ahead. I'm going to Florence for about 1-2 months and then I'm off to Hong Kong. Contract is set to last anywhere between 12-18 months, and I'm really excited.

I was supposed to be going to Japan but NOVA, which was the school board that hired me, went bankrupt. Just my luck: the rarest of incidents in the Japanese business world and it just so happens to affect my life. *sigh*

Anyways, I taught my 1 hour class, and then went "shopping". I only get paid tomorrow and the NYE and xmas present purchasing debacles have left my bank account with the lovely sum of $7 or so. I did, however, have a gift card for Zara. So I bought a top, a clutch and a pair of tights.

That kind of cheered me up. I mean, after the 3 hours of sleep and the fact that it's v. v. foggy in Montreal today, I had the perfect excuse to be crabby. But not for long!

When I got home I found a UPS truck parked outside and the guy had something for me! It was the jumper I ordered from Urban WEEKS ago. I had been worried because UPS couldn't find my shipment and Urban's tracking system leaves little to be desired. I'm planning on wearing it to a vernissage on Thursday, you see.

This week is pretty busy social-wise:

Tonight: movies at casa de jeff
Tues: Ira + Blizzards for drinks
Wed: Pat + theater + drinks
Thurs: vernissage (it's a french word, means a gallery event)
Frid: Nova @ Jupiter room + my buddy seb is playing at salon daome
Sat: prob e.r.b.'s bday party
Sun: brunch w/neel + football + drinks at le pistol

Whew!

Ohhh the block

2008-01-07T00:54:00.000-05:00

I don't think I'm the only one suffering from this problem: writer's block. Almost every person in my blog "family": deb, sean, al, kyle, rob and the dorm boys, have suffered a great drop in posts. I think that gadfly may be the only one who still posts regularly.

I'm sorry. It's not as if I don't have the time, I sorta do, but the fact is I cannot think of a single thing to write about. I mean, I think I've covered it all as far as my life is concerned:

- work
- parties
- friends
- impossible situations only I can get myself into, which make you laugh
- broken heart (mine)
- parties
- shenanigans
- dating life
- ... did I mention parties?

Honestly, I must sound like the most self-centered woman in the universe (apart from the other billion women who write about themselves).

So where does this leave my blog, my long-suffering readers and I? Back to square one.

Therefore, tomorrow (meaning today because it is 1:06am), I will start to write again. Minimum of 2 posts a week. Love you guys.

I'm back!...not really

2007-10-11T14:25:00.000-04:00

May 17th. That morning, my grandma dies. 3 hours later, I get a call on my cell from Kat who's trying to console me. At the same time, my office phone rings, and its my boss. "Please come to my office" he says. They abolish my position at work because they're restructuring. I get 2 weeks pay and the monetary value of the vacation time that was owed to me. Security escorts me out of the building.

Things can't get worse right? Wrong. Me and Matt started seeing each other on St-Patties day. I find out he's cheating on me via Facebook. Nice.

I was pretty down for a few weeks. Elizabeth started Operation Get Monika Out Of Her Funk. However, due to unforeseen circumstances (drunken old men), it didn't work out so well.

But I got out of it. I filed for unemployment, and the party began. I haven't worked a day since then, not for lack of trying. I've gone out on average 6 out of 7 nights. I've met new people and made new friends. It's been awesome.

Since September I've been back at McGill, getting certified to teach English. I'm hoping that my contract comes through and if it does, I'll be off to Japan in January for 1+yrs. I'm turning 22 on Tuesday, and the ball has finally started rolling.

I'll try to post more often. I think the inspiration is coming back, and with the big move coming up, I'll have more funny stories to tell you guys. I've missed you.

so...

2007-05-01T11:43:00.000-04:00

Well, it seems that I am not the only one who is a no-show on the blogging front.

Bailey is going through the same thing as me: a lack of inspiration/being lazy phase.

Honestly, I don't have much to write about. I still go out and party 4-5 times a week, I work out every day, I'm broke because of said partying. I'm never on myspace anymore because I've become addicted to facebook (damn you bailey!) and also because of the constant annoyance that is up and coming DJs.

I'm in the top friends of Border Community's page...and for some reason, it means that I'm some kind of talent spotter or record label. I get over a dozen requests, messages, etc asking for my help, can I listen to their stuff, etc. Bloody annoying, considering the fact that 90% of them rip off other artists. What, you don't think I recongnized Appolonia by Sasha? Fools....

There have been a few serious things, bad things, which, quite honestly, I'm not going to advertise on here. They are too private to risk having repeated somewhere else.

So what can I tell you? Only that I might not post often, if ever, since I think I've lost interest in blogging. I still read some religiously (i.e. Smitten Kitchen, Go Fug Yourself, Gizmodo, Boing Boing) but as for me writing... I'm just bored with it.

origami in the city

2007-04-19T12:35:00.000-04:00

A practical joker has city workers scrambling after he/she turned some of the remaining election posters into functioning windmills:

They can be found all over Decarie Blvd and Queen-Mary. I've also hear that they've made an appearance Downtown and in parts of NDG as well.

the mad scramble

2007-04-18T11:10:00.000-04:00

I graduated my bardending course at the top of my class, boasting a never-seen final grade of 97%. Not to toot my own horn or anything.

We had a party at the bar we learned at (Cheers) and invited all our friends. Well, 37 of mine came. About 6 of them tipped me >=(

I guess they don't understand that I was WORKING and that it's not just a hobby it's my LIVELYHOOD!!!!! Humph.

I'm scrambling to find a job and I've hit a wall face first: I need to write a cover letter.

I asked Neel to help me and I showed him the one I wrote (albeit a CRAPPY one but I digress) and asked him to fix it. He refused, only to bark orders at me like: tell them about your love of people, etc.

WTF I've never HAD to write one before and therefore I don't know HOW to go about it. I think he doesn't know either and that's why he's being so useless. I've always used head hunters for jobs, and now I'm finding myself in the job hunting wilderness with no bloody guidance.

This is my first (not too mention shamefull) attempt:

****

Montreal, _________, 2007

Via ______

Name
Name of Bar/Lounge/Club
Address
Address
Postal Code

Dear ________:

I would like to apply as a bartender in your establishment. I have certification from the Absolute Bartending School and I'm known to be good with people.

Professional bartenders are important to any establishment such as yours, so I want to assure you that you will not regret hiring me if you choose to do so. I'd be happy to meet with you in person if you'd like to get a feel for my personality and hear more about my experience. Please call ******** for an appointment that works for your schedule.

Thank you for your time regarding this matter.

Sincerely yours,

Monika **********

****

I can HEAR you laughing at me through your screens! *shakes fist*

*sigh*.... can anybody help me?

fake hiatus

2007-03-12T10:03:00.000-04:00

So I haven't written in a while...

Wanna know why?

NOTHING IS HAPPENING

Life is just going on as it always does...

On the 3rd was Nuit Blanche, where the city has HUNDREDS of parties from 10pm until 10am. Shuttles are arranged to network between clubs and venues. Pretty sweet.

I only hit one venue that night, unlike the other years. I went to nuit électronik (like piknic, I wrote about it in January) because my FAVORITE artist of ALL FREAKIN TIME was going to spin for 4+ hours:

James Holden

I love him. Not in a sexual way, but his music... I feel it in my bones. He's the only artist who makes me lose myself.

The floor was PACKED. I mean, 4 people per sq.ft. It was crazy. I pushed and shoved my way up to the stage where he was spinning (which started at 3am, there were other DJ's + an ipod battle prior to his set). I lost it. I was dancing like mad, oblivious to everyone around me. Somewhere along the way I lost the gang: Jules, Waynage, Eva, Brian, Ira and John.

I was about a foot away from him. It felt like he was playing just for me, that he knew how my body and head worked, and he played on that.... it was crazy.

I threw him a note (and managed to do it without the security guy noticing) saying:
"James, I found out who you were in 2003, when you released A Break In The Clouds. Thank you so, so, so so much for adding such amazing music to my life. Don't stop. Monika"

Yes, like a big nerd, I wrote the note hours before, with a mind to get it to him somehow.

He looked at it and smiled at me, and just kept doing his thing. 30 minutes later, A Break In The Clouds could be heard, faintly at first, the old tune fading into the brighter one. He winked at me and I almost died. He's like my bloody idol.

It was the best musical night of my life, apart from when I saw him when I was in London. It was orgasmic. I could feel the music moving me, moving the whole crowd.

That was my nuit blanche. Around 6:30am me and my friend Tom went to another party, and then on a whim, we went to a friend's cabin in Vermont. It was a tiring weekend...

Friday: got plastered with my friend phil at my place, slept about 2 hours
Saturday: nursing horrible hangover, went to nuit électronik.
Sunday: nuit électronik, Vermont for drunken cross-country skiing (I don't recomend it by the way), drunken talks by the fire fueled by boozed-uo hot chocolate, home around 9pm.

This past weekend was very very relaxed, apart from Friday night when I went to a pub with some of the boys to celebrate Matt's bday. Did I mention? We're friends now... And I'm starting to feel like everything is going to be okay.

Next week I start my bartending course. So as well as working 9-5 Monday to Friday, I'll have class Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday nights 6-9.

The wheels are in motion.

I'm stuck

2007-02-20T10:51:00.000-05:00

I'm stuck.

I feel like I'm not growing, not progressing through life the way I should be.

I've decided to leave my job because it's slowly killing me. You know that quote from Office Space:

"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."

That is how I feel. I go home and break down. I can't take it anymore. So I've decided to do something about it. I'm going to look for a part-time job (hopefully waitressing) and I'll save up enough money for 2 months of rent and my bartending course. Then I'll quit, do the course and try to find something in a bar for the next few months, just so I can save up for school.

I'll be doing this English program: English as a second language. I'm taking Japanese lessons. I'll hopefully be able to go to Japan and teach English for a little bit. It's the one country I've wanted to see my whole life... I've always been fascinated with the culture, history, etc.

So I'm going to do it. I figure, even if I work at Starbucks or something, a few nights a week, it won't kill me, you know? I'm willing to sacrifice my days off to make my ends meet.

Because right now, I'm starving to death.

okay, NO

2007-02-07T15:19:00.000-05:00

I have scrapped the post I put up this morning.

Only Gadfly knows what was in it (he was the only one who posted a comment)

I am over M. However, I'm jealous that he has found happiness with someone and that I have not. I'm envious. I feel like I lost the race. I'm not over the fact that I'm still stuck having to work my way through men until I find the right one.

But.

- I have my own apartment with my own stuff in it.
- I have the most fabulous best friend in the entire universe.
- Said best friend works at fabulous shoe store.
- I have dozens of friends who are thisclose to me.
- I have dozens of friends who are simply and most wonderfully just that: friends.
- I have fabulous shoes and bags.
- I can chug beer faster than you.
- I made my own Hab earrings.
- I can wake up, shower, dry my hair, dress and put my face on in under 25 minutes. AND look human.
- I can kick your ass at Halo and Halo 2.
- I have a network of blog-pals who have opened my eyes to many things.
- I have my aunt, uncle and cousin Gianluca in Florence who know me best.
- I have a wonderfully supportive mum, father and step-dad.
- I have an incriminating video of drunk Bailey from this summer.
- I am a karaoke champion.
- I have the best tone-deaf-sing-along-in-the-car voice EVER.
- I have a hilarious 13yr old half-brother who is now 5 inches taller than me and is threatening to pay me back for all the pranks I played on him.
- I can make you laugh.
- I beat up racist people if provoked.
- I beat up homophobes if provoked.
- I can eat 6 steamies in less than 5 minutes.
- I beat up Leaf fans just because I can and they deserve it.
- I do a pretty good Arnold impersonation.
- I'm learning Japanese.
- I have an incredibly annoying family, the members of which spend their days harassing the hell out of me and make me want to tear my hair out.
- I can blow a bubblegum bubble that's bigger than my head.

AND,

- I may have gained back the 6lbs I lost since January 1st, but I started off as a size 4. That's not big. It's below the average size. So =p

Gad, thanks for the shake up. You were off about my intentions & feelings, but absolutely right about the way I was acting. I have just come back from walking down & up again the 9 floors of my office building, and I feel terrific.

*Note* I took down the dramatic/mopey post, just in case some evil eyes see it

uninspired, unmotivated, unloved

2007-02-07T11:42:00.000-05:00

Since the uhh, "thing", I've been moving through the world in slow motion. I've also been living in a quart of Ben and Jerry's.

I had lost 6 pounds since the New Year and have gained them back in a matter of days. My bike has a fine layer of dust on it and stares at me accusingly each time I reach inside the freezer. I kept busy all weekend. I was out Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Friday, exactly a week later after the "thing", I was going to see Pan's Labyrinth with some of the boys. To my great distress, when I phoned Russell to find out when he would be at my apartment, he answered that "Me and Matt are on our way, Rayner couldn't come"

I froze and hung up. Matt? He's coming? How could Russel do this? He knows the history, he was there the whole time we were together.

I didn't know what to do. I knew I couldn't cancel, it would scream "I don't want to see him". I wanted to look like I was okay. I called Kat, she didn't answer so I left her a long incomprehensible voice mail explaining what was happening. Then I called Liz, who saved me.

She knew about the myspace profile, and she asked me where it was. So over the phone, she began to tell me what she thought of Matt and his girlfriend. Meanish things that I needed to hear. She calmed me down, let me rant and dealt with my insanity quite well.

She offered to come over and act as a buffer while Matt & Russel came over before the movie. Unfortunately, she couldn't come in the end, but her support really helped me calm down.

Being neurotic, I slapped on a lot of makeup, to make it look like I didn't have any on. I made myself have dewy skin and cat-like eyes. I wore a push up bra I haven't worn in a year. I blow-dried my hair and tried to make it look casual but fabulous. I was trying to make myself look great so that he wished we'd never broken up. I don't want him back but I wanted to look better than his online girl, I wanted to be calm, poised and fabulous.

I don't want to get into the long, long details, but it was awkward. I acted normally and he was really stand-offish. When we got to the cinema, I went to get coffee, and when I returned, the seating order was this way:

Empty_Matt_Pat_Russel_Person

Great...thanks a lot guys.

It was a slightly scary movie, and being the chicken that I am, I hid and jumped in my seat quite a bit. He would look at me and laugh... sometimes I'd stare at him, sometimes I'd catch him staring at me. At one point, while my hand was on my knee, I jumped (for the millionth time) and he reached out for my hand but pulled back at the last minute. It was so... confusing.

When I got home, I thanked them both for the good evening, to which they responded that we should do it again. As I walked up my building's entrance, I cried and cried and cried.

The wound had opened up anew, and it was worse this time around.

I didn't cry myself to sleep, I took 2 adavans which knocked me out within 3 minutes and I slept for over 14 hours. There were no dreams.

I skipped the part about love, it seems so silly and low, low, low, low

2007-01-29T11:17:00.000-05:00

It's day 4. Day 4 of crying myself to sleep and walking around with my eyes brimming over with tears.

Friday morning, I was bored at work. Again.

So, being the clever chick that I am, I bypassed my company's firewall so I could check my myspace (which is one of the only sites that is restricted).

I started to browse users who were in Montreal, I've found old friends a few times this way.

I found one. A profile of someone I know. Someone I know, or at least used to know, more than anyone else. Someone who knew me just as well.

I found Matt's profile.

My palms started to sweat. I clicked on his profile, and what greeted me was... a stranger. The Matt I knew wasn't there, instead it was a guy who wore a cowboy hat, had provocative headers and spewed angst about the government.

He only has 5 friends. They are all girls from Ohio, and are all half naked in their pictures. The comments they leave him make me see red. I'm upset. I don't know why. My head starts to spin, and I can feel my headache start to pound behind my right eye. It hurts to look a my screen.

I'm about to close the window when I notice his personal info.

Satus: In A Relationship.

It's hard for me to breathe. I taste metal in my mouth. My eyes burn with tears I refuse to shed. Why am I feeling this way? We broke up after 3 years. One year later we tried to pick up the pieces. He told me he was leaving. He was leaving the province. I didn't want to fall in love with him again to have him leave me. So I broke it off. I told him why, he kind of felt the same way. I am over him. Aren't I over him?

I go to the washroom and cry my eyes out. I know why I feel so broken.

He has moved on. He has found someone to be with. I've been... replaced. But he has not been replaced. I've had date upon date upon date. I have been toyed with by every man I have dated. I'm alone. I am so alone.

enough is enough

2007-01-25T15:49:00.000-05:00

After a large (ginormous) amount of one-liner email correspondence with Bailey during work hours, when we are both supposed to be working, we both came to the conclusion that we were running a bit dry on the post "inspiration" front.

I've read back over a few posts, and tried my best not to cringe at every single one of them. However, it quickly dawned on me that I was coming across a certain way:

A. Big. Flake.

But...but most people say I'm quite bright actually! That I'm mature and well informed! How could this happen?! Where did I go wrong?

I can't even recognize myself in these drunken spews of man-hating, whiny post. What has blogging done to me? I realized that (drunken) bitching about men is something I do to only one person: Kat. She's the only person who I would trust with my life, or anything for that matter, and therefore I usually can feel comfortable to rant about things that bother me in any way I want. I can be self-pitying, angst-ridden, star-eyed all I want with her, and that's okay. We do it to each other, because we both know that sometimes, you can't keep it all in.

But I'm scared because the way I've been blogging is the same way I ramble on to her. That's not cool. I'm not like this 24/7. It's more like 2-3 hours per week. Sometimes it's 0. It's not the real me. I've also had no inspiration...so I've been blogging about trivial things like how I vacuumed last Sunday (how embarrassing).

So I've made the conscious decision to stop blogging....about certain things. And if I do feel the need to express my thoughts on these matters, I'll have to hold back on the *rambling Monika* and write as *everyday Monika*.

piknic des neiges

2007-01-22T12:14:00.000-05:00

This weekend was probably the best weekend I’ve had this year (no shit, we’re only 22 days into the year, but I digress). It’ll probably keep its title of Best Weekend until May/June-ish. During the cold winter months, most of us hibernate and avoid going outside. Unless of course, if you’re skiing or playing hockey outdoors.

During the summer, the sheer amount of outdoor activities/festivals, and not to mention ridiculously amazing parties we host, makes my fair city the most vibrant and enticing place to be. During the winter, outdoor events quiet down and lead you indoors for intense action.

Thursday night I went to Regis (the Concordia student “bar”) with a few people. We had a few pitchers and cheered on the Habs to a great victory over the Thrashers, with 4-1 being the final score.

Around 10pm, I took Cas with me to a benefit for Engineers Without Borders (EWB). I had to go. The only reason Cas came with me is because I bribed him by paying for his cover ($8 each!). Once again I say to you: I had to go. Why? Remember Stephen? Well, he asked me to go and I told him I would (idiot). So I had to.

It was being held at Boodha on McKay. I’d never been before, and I have to say it was a pretty chill atmosphere. It was a bit ridiculous when it came to drinks. $8 bucks for a Bombay & Tonic? Are you kidding me? So that meant me and Cas had to sip our drinks as slowly as possible. But that’s okay, because we weren’t staying long.

Just before the bands started playing, I walked around to find Stephen, that way I could say hello and then have a clear conscience when I’d be skipping out later. I found him. He was just a cute as before. And unfortunately, the butterflies came up for air again. He was pretty chatty, and he was saying how we should get together really soon and start off the year right (yay!). I was just about to introduce him to Cas when I gazed at his neck, and was blinded by the HUMONGOUS hickey that was on it. I said “Nice hickey. I have to get back to my friend.” and power-walked back to my seat.

Bastard! The cheek of him “We should start off right” etc, etc.

I’m okay…back to the events:

Basically, there were going to be 4 bands playing. The first consisted of three McGill deans and 2 teachers. And there were awesome! They played all kinds of classic rock & roll and had great energy on stage. Cas and I were pretty much blown away: we hadn’t expected them to be that good.

We stayed for about 30 minutes. When we started to walk towards coat check, Stephen grabbed my arm and said “Why are you leaving? Stay. Hang out with me.” I stared (rather rudely) at his hickey for about 6 seconds, so that he would know what I was looking at, and told him that I had to go somewhere else, as I had made plans previously. Which was true.

Okay, it was childish but still…the bloody cheek.

We met up with everybody, had some chow, and then decided to go karaoke…which we did until 2am.

I split a cab with Cas and his girl, and no sooner had I put my key in the lock that I got a phone call from Cody, telling me to grab my skates and meet him in my building’s lobby in 5 minutes. So I ended up playing hockey in my work clothes (which involved a skirt, extremely hard to skate with) for a few hours. It ended with Cody hooking me and me falling over and spraining my ankle. I snatched a few precious hours of sleep, but when I woke up, I couldn't move my ankle and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool: I could hardly focus. Turns out the cold & cough that had been lingering for the past week decided to rear its ugly head and hit me full on. So I called in sick, grabbed an ice pack, and tried to not feel like dying. I spent all day sleeping (mostly) and watching movies.

Saturday limped over to Julian’s and helped him shopping. Then we met up with Zucchi and went to the piknic électronik Igloofest. Basically, piknic électronik is an outdoor event that happens 1-2 times during the winter and every Sunday afternoon during the warm months. It’s a big outdoor rave. That’s right. Outdoors.

(Sidenote: Habs beat the Sabres 4-3! GO BOYS!)

Mind you, it was around -14 without the wind chill when we finally found a place to park and made our way over. And it was only 6:30pm, it would get much colder.

The only way to stay warm is to bundle up like crazy, and dance until you can’t dance no more. And that’s exactly what we did. My ankle was killing me but I didn’t care, I was so happy to be there. We also had some delicious hot spiced wine, which helped us keep warm.

Nôze were playing, and they blew my freaking mind. So did Mini, and Mossa! I missed Slim Jim though =(

I left around 11:30pm (I’d been shaking my groove thing since 6:30pm) because my ankle had swollen so much that my shoe wouldn’t come off. When I got home, I thought I’d never be warm again. I had to take a piping hot bath to get the feeling back into my legs, arms and face.

Sunday I went to Dim Sum with Kat, Eric, Neel and some guy whose name I can’t remember. Afterwards I got myself a bubble tea and spent an hour walking around Chinatown. The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful: I did the groceries, I vacuumed and did the dishes. That’s about it.

But Saturday night was really awesome. Next piknic is in March, so I’ll be psyching myself up for that.

pickled liver

2007-01-12T10:09:00.000-05:00

It all started with the office xmas party, which was December 8th. Every evening after that, I was either going out to party, or staying in....to party.

It's not the kind of partying I usually do. Normally, I go out about 4-5 times a week, but I don't always drink, because I have work the next day. I'm a good girl, see?

My holiday partying involved me being constantly... happy (drunk, high, etc) *ahem*, going out 6-7 times a week, and when I didn't go out, people would come over. I calculated (by looking at my poor scribbled-over calendar) that I was at home, by myself, taking it easy, a total of 4 nights.

That is bad.

No wonder I've been living off cereal and frozen grapes for the past 2 weeks! I have dust collecting in my bank account... very very bad. Especially since I'm supposed to be saving up for my 2 weeks in Italy in May *fingers crossed*

So I added another resolution...Maybe I should call it that, because I usally don't stick to my resolutions. Let's call it an amendment to my lifestyle.

I will not go out more than 4 times a week. My spending budget each week for these outings, will be $50. That's 1 drink each night or maybe I won't drink 2 night and have 50 bucks for 2 nights, etc. Or maybe I won't go out 4 times a week!

Now if only I could stick to the damn limit. Does that included cab fare? FOOD? Oh shit.

Other than that, the Habs finally got out of their shlumpy two weeks of disgusting play. I kinda understand thought, a lot of them caught that wicked flu that's been sweeping th city these past 2 weeks. I suffered from it earlier this week, and totally understand why they didn't play: I could hardly stand up to take a shower, I thought I'd pass out.

AND

Last week, Canada won the gold medal at the IIHF World Junior Championship! That made it 9 consecutive wins! We're the team with the most wins EVER!

It happened on Friday afternoon, and since I was at work, I had no choice but to watch it on TSN.com with the volume on reaaaaal low. It was stressful, having to quickly minimize the window everytime I thought someone was coming towards me. But, after a great game against Russia, we won it 4-2.

I was so proud to see Carey Price (#1, the goalie) fucking KICK ASS during the entire Championship. He's one of our (and by our I mean the Mtl Canadiens) 2005 draft picks.

Price, who earned both top goaltender and tournament MVP honors, made 25 saves in the clinching game against Russia to end the tournament with a perfect 6-0 mark and an impressive 1.14 goals against average.

The 19-year-old (19! Like Guillaume! Youngings!) netminder almost single-handedly dragged Team Canada into the final with his brilliant performance in the semi-final against the United States. Price made 35 saves in a thrilling 2-1 shootout victory that saw him escape unscathed in an overtime frame where Canada was outshot 12-2 by Team USA.

GO CANADA!

GO HABS!

God damn, I love hockey.

New Years Resolutions

2007-01-02T12:11:00.000-05:00

1. Quit smoking
2. Drink no more than 8 alcohol units a week
3. Swear less
4. Lose 10 lbs in order to be skinny and not curvy
5. Be better with money
6. Psych myself up for university which starts in the fall

We had a crazy New Years Eve party...here's a few pics

Yeah...in the second one, my skirt is wet from spilling my Lemon Drop Martini on myself for the second time...

I haven't updated because not much has changed... I'm still working lots, going out, meeting creeps... same old story.

My main goal this year is to make new friends rather than make new ex-boyfriends/horrible dates. I have my boys, and Kat (& Liz), and that's all I need.

My family thinks I'm crazy for not searching for "the one". I told them to fuck off, and open their eyes to the year 2007. I do not need a man to survive. I pay my own bills, I do my own thing, I have wonderful friends who I love to pieces. That's enough. If I wanna get laid I can just go out and get laid. Or my rabbit does the trick very nicely thank-you-very-much.

Why does society view single women as such a bad thing? Single men are "free, ladies men, bachelors" etc. Us single women are sad and pityfull creatures who need to be dealt with delicately, or else we might shatter. What BULLSHIT!

It's always the same story. Men who score just to score are ladiesmen, players. Women who score just to score are sluts, whores. What the fuck? Had society really gone down the drain that much?

Oh yeah I forgot, it has.

Racism is alive and well, as well as bigotry.

Gay men are stereotyped as being really skinny or worked-out to shit, dressed head to toe in fushia, with over-stylized hair, and are extremely feminine.

Gay women are stereotyped as being short, tubby, not feminine at all, with close cropped hair and a taste for baggy mannish clothes.

Huh. See that's strange, because my good friend Mike is gay... And he's of average build, keeps in shape but doesn't look like a wrestler, has plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, and is more of a man than most of you. He loves sports, doesn't squeal like a girl, and couldn't care less about fashion houses.

My friend Carrie is gay, and she's the hottest woman on the planet. She's from Finland, she's tall and willowy, has waist lenght poker-straight blond hair, and eyes so blue you sometimes need to shield your eyes. She's extremely girly, spend more time on her nails than I do on my hair + face combined, and is dating a woman just as hot as she is.

I cannot wait for society to WAKE THE FUCK UP. Get over yourselves! Some people are big, some are small, some are brown, some are tan, some are fat, some are white, some have freckles, some worship many gods, some worship one and some worship none.

That is what makes the world so beautiful. FUCKING diversity. Whether it's skin color, sexual preference, favorite smell, we are all different. If we were all the same what a fucking boring planet this would be. If there was only one kind of flower, only one kind of fish...

We've come so far as to walk on the Moon and send machines to Mars, but some people can't even accept the differences in their fellow man.

And that my friends, makes me wonder how the media has the bloody cheek to state these times "Modern Times".

Office party

2006-12-11T11:17:00.000-05:00

Friday was my office party.

It was held in Toronto once again, so our office and the Ottawa office had to get there Friday morning. We took the train at 6:30am (arg!) and arrived downtown Toronto around 11:30am.

I was really tired. My fault. I knew I had to get up at 5am, but I ended up going to Vinyl around midnight the previous evening, and only got home around 3:30am. So I only got about an hour's worth of sleep.

Most of us didn't sleep on the train, we ended up playing cards.

I gotta say, it was a hell of a party.

Me and Steph (marketting girl) were roomming/always together, and it sorta stayed that way all night. We got to the hall around 5:00pm, and after a corporate video, the music started.

Steph and I ended up dancing from 7pm until midnight, without sitting a single time. We didn't miss any songs. We danced with these two guys from Ottawa, who were a lot of fun.

I can't really write much, I don't want to get dooced, if you know what I mean. All I'll say is that I had a lot of fun, and my thighs are still sore from all the dancing.

We flew back at 3pm on Saturday. I was glad to be home.

I haven't seen Stephen since that time I wrote about...aparently he's really busy with school and stuff. Off they run.

I haven't spoken to CG either. (d'ya notice how "Cool Guy" = CG is also "Creepy Guy"? har har)

I did have a really good time with the guy I was dancing with all night though... when we all got back to the hotel, we all went to a room for a party. I was so beat, I ended up passing out on the floor, and he slept next to me.

Me and Steph went back to our room tired and cranky, and finally got some sleep.

Craptastic.

Edit

So, aparently, I slept with my co worker. Funny, because steph was with me the whole time. Oh and I also just found out that he's married. All we did was dance, but it seems that dancing equals fucking. He didn't have his ring on, I didn't know.

Sleepless in Montreal

2006-11-27T16:34:00.000-05:00

So...

I took last Friday off, so that I could spend it with my aunt, who is here from Florence. She leaves on Tuesday, and it doesn't give me much time to see her.

Thursday night I saw Stephen. It had been a while since I'd seen him, even thought we talk everyday.

I really really really like this guy. I have a very good feeling about it, you know? It just feels right. He's kind of shy...and I'm shy with him.

We watched Beverly Hills Cop 1 & 2, he had never seen them! We leaned against each other during the first one, and then during the second one we were all over each other. *sigh* I'm telling you, I really like this guy. It was nice to just cuddle.

The second movie ended around 3am, and we just sorta hung out on the couch. We fell asleep, and woke up around 6am, because he was stroking my face. I know, it sounds so cheesy, but it was so nice...

He had to go, we were both only going to have about an hour to sleep, my aunt was coming at 8am, and it would take him about 15 minutes to bike home. He was going home to Cincinnatti for the weekend (it was Thanksgiving in the USA), and he's still there now.

He wrote to me that he was taking his brother back to the UofMichigan, which is a 10 hour drive each way! I hope they brought music. He should be back either tomorrow or wednesday.

So apart from thinking about him all the time, I hung out with my aunt on Friday, Saturday we had a "pre-christmas" thing at my Nonni's, so that my aunt could give my younger cousins their presents. Saturday night, around 1am, CG called.

He went: "Hey, mind if I come over? I'll be there in 10 minutes"
Me, asleep: "Ohh? Um, okay?"
He says: "I gotta talk to you"

So he comes over. I was asleep when he called, so I wasn't exactly bubbling with energy.

He didn't say anything....I tried to make small talk, but we just sat on the couch watching soccer. I think I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew, he was standing and saying I should go to bed. Except he wasn't leaving. I sat on my bed, and he just hovered around. It was really ackward.

Then he got into bed with me, and sorta held me for a bit. I was falling alseep again... Then, he sat boldly upright, and kinda pushed my bathrobe off my thigh! I was all "This ain't no show and tell!" and wrapped myself again. He was all "Oh it's not?". So he called a cab and left.

I think that'll be the last time I see him alone, without all my buddies around.

Sunday Zucchi woke me up at the crack of dawn (10:56am) and told me he was coming to pick me up for breakfast in 10 minutes. Nice. So we went to breakfast, and I ended up getting my christmas tree, which I made while he sat in front of the TV, watching movies and smoking a few. It looks really nice, I even got the village at the bottom. Tonight, if I remember, I'll take pics of it and my place (finally!).

Cheers.

about to be bald

2006-11-22T14:20:00.000-05:00

I'm tearing out my hair with this damn job. I used to love it, but I've just become bitter over the fact that I am so fucking underpaid for what I do.

I'm not a resource, I'm an employee. Someone should send my CEO a memo about that. *sigh*

It has been 23 days since I've had sex. I'm turning into a nun aparently. I'm losing sleep over it, which means that pretty soon, the combination of me tearing out my hair because of work and losing it because of lack of sleep, which is a result of not getting any, will make me go bald.

Saturday, my buddy Renato was celebrating his 23rd bday, and we all went out to this fancy shmancy french place in the Plateau.

We were about 13 people, spread out on 2 tables side by side. I was sitting with my buddy Dany, and Ren's girl Millene, and Haniah and Max. Hanniah is built small...she's not skinny mind you, but she's built small, and she's hilarious! Max basically had his nose in his wine glass the whole night.

I had my eyes on this waiter who was really really cute, and I pointed him out to Haniah. We were the last tables to leave the restaurant (around half past midnight) and he and the other waiters were just standing behind the bar talking. She wanted to give him her number. So I told her to wait until we were walking out the door, go up to him, and just give it to him.

What followed was... not good. She went up to him and placed it in his front pocket. She power walked back to me and dragged me out of the restaurant behind her. Except I got held back. By the waiter's hand!

I thought he was trying to get to her, you know? but when I turned around he looked at me and smiled and said "You didn't have to send out your friend to give me your number." I was mortified, I said "Oh! No, it's her number!" He goes "Oh! Well, can I have yours?"

Haniah is bloody standing behind me the entire fucking time and her face was turning redder by the second. She went outside, and being the baddass that I am, I gave him my number.

We just laughed it off, but jesus, what a position to be put in.

We all went to Vinyl, and it was pretty busy. I dance with Haniah most of the night, but Ren's friend Marc was always holding me, and massaging my shoulders when I was sitting, and kissing me on the cheek....He was cute, but it was kinda creepy...

I got grabbed by random boys quite a few times, which hasn't happened in a few months, because I usually try to look bitchy and scary to everyone. I guess I was looking happy or something?

One guy wouldn't leave me alone. I'd be at the bar, he'd put his hands on my hips, I'd shrug him off and go sit at our table. He'd try to dance with me, I'd turn my back on him, and he'd like, disgustingly try to grind with me. Eww! Then he'd just stare at me, which was uncomfortable. Finally, I think he got the hint when I threw myself in Dany's arms and wouldn't leave his side. Dany was all "I feel used man" Damn right.

So yeah. I got my couches this weekend, so my place looks like a real "home" now. That's about it...

I was having my first cup of coffee and...

2006-11-21T13:03:00.000-05:00

5PM What's That on Your Upper Lip?

Professor: Given the above table, who thinks penguin milk has less fat than seal milk?

Half the class raises their hands.

Professor: How many think penguin milk has more fat than seal milk?

Other half raises their hands.

Professor to TA: This is a bad sign.

UC Davis
Davis, California

Overheard by: someone easily tricked at 8am sans coffee

via Overheard in the Office, Nov 20, 2006

what is there to update about?

2006-11-14T10:44:00.000-05:00

Dudes, my life sucks right now.

All I do is work work work. That's IT. Seriously yo, I'm going out of my mind here.

The only good news I've had recently is that my mum is changing her living room, and is giving me the two and three seater couches. YAY! That's a $1,000 savings, which is great because I don't have that kind of money.

Other than that, all I've done is watch hockey, pedle away on my bike and wait for the phone. I'm always waiting for the phone. I'm kinda like a guy, I don't call. I'm baddass like that. But then I end up waiting for the phone.

I haven't seen CG since the O.Noir night, we've both been swamped, him with midterms and me with crazy multi-million dollar projects. We're going to try to see each other on Wednesday.

My week so far is full up:

Tonight: cocktail party at office
Wednesday: CG + scary 30 minutes with Yael (kat know's what I'm talking about)
Thursday: favorite aunt flies in from Florence for three weeks (you may remember her from the pictures I posted of her back in april)
Friday: Dany Time

So...yeah. Sunday the couches are coming in, and then...that's it! I'm supposed to go to this thing at Bru's on Saturday but I'm broke so....yeah.

Go Habs Go!

OH, BTW: yes, I know, my sidebar is royally fucked up...the only internet access I have is the one at work, and they blocked it so that everytime I try to update my template it erases half of my sidebar. Don't despair, I'll get to it eventually.

Borat and blind dinning, a review

2006-11-06T09:45:00.000-05:00

Borat was hilarious.

I swear, I have never laughed so hard at a movie in my entire life. It was totally worth waiting for! I don't want to give anything away, so I'll just say:

GO SEE IT!

O.Noir, now THAT was fun. We showed up late (reservations were for 9pm, we got there at 9:20pm) but it didn't matter. We basically looked at the menu, ordered what we wanted, and then were introduced to our blind waiter: Raymond.

We formed a single line behind him, everyone had their hands on the other's shoulder, and Raymond led us past the curtains and into the pitch black dining room. It was kind of nerve wracking because when we'd turn, I would brush against chairs and the people sitting in them, and I was constantly scared of falling into someone's food or something.

After about 5 minutes, he sat us down one by one, and we tried to get our bearings.

Let me tell you, it's pretty weird being in a pitch black environment. I felt a bit claustrophobic, which never happens to me, but I got used to it after a while. Raymond was nice, he talked us through the table setting, where to find our forks, knives, water glasses (which none of us dropped!).

The food came and it was good....but hard to eat. I had the carpaccio to start, and I ended up eating pretty easily (except it took about 2 minutes for me to feel my way around to my mouth for each bite). The main course took quite a bit of time to get to us, but it only made us appreciate it more. I had veal with ginger-lime sauce, which was delicious, when I could get some in my mouth. For about 10 minutes, I struggled with my cutlery, trying to cut the meat and getting it to my mouth. I ended up eating mashed potatoes until I felt brave enough to try to find the meat again.

At one point, I thought I had it, but it ended up being the entire piece of meat on my fork, and I ended up slapping it around on my chin trying to eat it.

I only used my hands when I ended up biting in an asparagus (the one thing I hate). That was the last straw, I wasn't going to let another disgusting slimy piece of funky greenery in my mouth again. So I felt around the plate and shoved food into my mouth, luckily, nobody could see.

We had a lot of fun. At one point, Cas and Jay were rubbing their arms with their napkins and making sparks. I did and we fooled around making sparks fly. At one point, Dan ordered tea and when Raymond handed it to him he asked if it was too hot, Dan was all: "*girly scream* Ouch! Not it's okay" LOL it was pretty damn funny. You had to be there.

When we were ready to leave, we did the train again to get out, and we were so blinded when we got out, it's as if we'd never seen artificial light before. I quickly checked in the mirror for any signs on sauce on my face (which there was plenty of, as well as in my hair) and we paid up.

I gotta say, it was a pretty neat experience, and we all decided to go again, maybe after the holidays.

Other than that, my weekend was pretty relaxing, I read, slept 14 hours a day, worked out, watched movies, and that's about it.

***EDIT***

This is my 200th post btw...

here's to not poking my eye with my fork

2006-11-03T11:21:00.000-05:00

Tonight, me and 6 others are going to this new restaurant call O.Noir.

The cool thing about this place:

You eat in the dark, and the staff is blind. The concept is that without your sense of sight, your other senses (taste, smell, etc) are heightened, therefore making you enjoy your food more. Also, it shows that people with limited eyesight can function just as well as we do. The waiting staff has memorized the layout of the dining room, and therefore can navigate smoothly.

Granted, it's received some crappy reviews for the food, but I figure, for $37 (entrée, main dish, dessert), I'm not expecting to see fireworks. It's mostly the "eating in the dark" part that caught my attention.

We're also going to see Borat tonight, something I can hardly wait for. I'll write about the movie and restaurant next week.

Congrats to my boys (the Habs) who won 4-0 against Carolina last night! Wooot!

2 days, 3 nights, 5 hours of sleep, 0 sanity

2006-10-30T15:06:00.000-05:00

I am SO FUCKING hungover.

So, Friday night:

Party at Stephens. Scott comes over, wrapped up like a present with a card which states the totally obvious lie: From: God To: Women

God's gift to women? Puh-lease. And you know what? He was rejected all night too. Idiot.

Jamie picked us up, dressed as Tigger. I told Jam he was so gonna get laid, and it's true, throughout the night he got about 7 offers of sex by some seriously cute chicks, but he turned them down, he didn't wanna fuck drunk chicks. (I know! He's crazy)

So we go to this party (did I mention I'm a french maid?) and it's not too bad. It was full of people. I mean, it's a 8 and a half on two floors, and we were at least 250 people at the height of the night. Stephen was Leonardo. And it was cute. He was really busy thought, trying to greet everyone, and I didn't even get to be with him for more than 5 minutes, but I had fun.

We met these cute little chickitas from Halifax, dressed as firewomen. We hung out with them most of the night. I was trying to fend off Scott who, by midnight, had drunk half a bottle of JD, and was not only grabbing the chickitas, but me as well. So I punched him. Not in the jewels, but more like middle of the back. Fucker kept trying to put his hand up my skirt. I showed him thought.

So THEN, around 1:45am, 6 cop cars pull up and start shouting at us that we gotta get out. So the people who were leaving were going to come back in like 40 minutes. Except the cops wouldn't leave. They just sat in their cars, lights flashing and everything. Then they'd come out, and stand around talking, then go back to their cars. Weird.

Stephen was FREAKING OUT MANNNN cause he's american right? He was all "OMG I'm going to get DEPORTED!" We just laughed. It was pretty bad though, cause added to the wild array of booze and passed out bodies on the floor, there were at least 5 blunts going at any given moment. Bad news when the pigs are out.

Me and Jamie got bored (I was also getting chased by a Chp & Dales dancer, who would not leave me alone) so we got ready to leave. For the life of me, I could not find Scott. The retard lives in the suburbs so he drove his car to my place. We looked everywhere and there was no bloody sign of him. We asked around and the firewomen said they saw him leave, as did Tyrone, Betty & Veronica and Bacchus. So we left.

Around 4 in the morning I get a phone call from Stephen, informing me that Scott is outside, passed out on the patio couch, and not responding to summons. Steph assured me he liked me as much as ever, and that the fact that I brought Scott would not ruin my chances for an invite for next years partay. He did say that Scott was banned, a totally understandable thing to do, because I've resolved not to invite Scott anywhere that involves booze.

Scott cabbed it to my place around 10 am, walked in, and got in my bed. I immediatly screamed at him to get off my bed, or I would make sure he would be unable to procreate in the future. I sent him home, he annoyed me.

Anyways, that was Friday night.

Saturday I spent in my boxers watching horror movies and getting ready to go out with Cas & CG and the gang. The house party (where I incidentally met Cas last year) was pretty good, althought there were a LOT less people that last year. In the basement this band called Doctor Kink played, and they were fucking awesome. Afterwards, we all sat around and then decided to go to Green Room. It was pretty chill.... we only stayed about an hour...then CG did something I never thought he would EVER do. He put my head on his shoulder and held me. I know, crazy right? And when his brother and gf came back from outside he kept his arm around me. A fucking mircale. And then, once again to my amazement, he invited me back to his place. So we cabbed it to his house, and I spent the night. We woke up around 2pm, and when I tried to sneak out (keep in mind I'm dressed like a maid, with a jacket sort of covering me) he decides to introduce me to his mom. HIS FUCKING MOM. I AM DRESSED LIKE A WHORE, NOT MOM MEETING MATERIAL DAMMIT!

So I tried to discuss her modern dance show, and she was very very sweet. I liked her, althought I don't know if she thought the same of me, considering the way I was dressed. I ran to the cab and went home.

So when I walked up my building, a Domino's delivery dude was waiting for the door, and just stared at me with his mouth wide open. I said "Good morning, I just got back from work" and he looked relieved and nodded, as if all was right in the world. Bastard.

I wasn't in the door 2 minutes before Zucchi called and told me he was picking me up to go eat in 10 minutes. So I only had time to put on jeans, wash my face and brush my teeth before he showed. We went for vietnamese, then we went looking for Beaver Tails, but they're closed in the winter! That's so SHITTY! Anyways, we ended up going to Chinatown, getting bubble tea and dragon beard candy, before the sub zero temperature scared uo back to the car.

I got home around 7pm, and had a few glasses of wine, in a vain attempt to ease my 2 day hangover (I'd been poping tylenol + advil all day to no avail). Let me just say that it didn't work. I crashed around midnight.

So tonight, my first night alone since last wednesday, I'll be in front of my TV, watching the NHL network in HD.

Good times my friends, good times.

how to write when not inspired?

2006-10-26T11:10:00.000-04:00

I don't know.

Yeah, I couldn't think of a title....

Work has been pretty nuts. We just closed this HUGE deal that I've been working on since March, so that's sort of good. Exept that now that everything is signed, the real work starts. *sigh* It never bloody ends.

I'm at a point in my life where I hate everything about me and my life. My body, my salary, my apartment, my job, my situation, my lack of self confidence. It's just that I always thought there would be more to life than just...this. It's like I'm moving in a world of black and white, and I don't like it one bit.

I've come to a realization that me and CG will never be anything unless he lets me in. He acts like he doesn't know me in public (At my birthday supper, my friend Scott asked him what was wrong with me, because the waiter was warmer to me than he was. The worst part is that it was true.)

So I'm taking him as he is, just a guy who I see a few times a week, and that's it. We're just dating. It's been 2 1/2 months, and I've finally figured out where it's going. So at least I have the direction, it'll be easier now. No pressure. Just two people.

Last Wednesday as I was walking through the McGill gates, a guy was biking out of campus. He must have been distracted for a second, because he was coming fast, and straight at me. At the last second I cried out and jumped out of the way. I almost died! Okay, that's a lie. But I could have been seriously injured, which is no joke.

He apologized, introduced himself as Stephen, and we just....started talking. And we really hit it off. We ended up going to Hurley's for a few pints, and for the first time since Nacos (which was a year ago) I felt something. I couldn't identify it at first, but then it hit me: butterflies.

I had butterflies in my stomach. He was cute, engaging, smart and funny. And I liked him. After all the boys I dated since Nacos (there are about 9, including CG), I felt butterflies for an engineering student who almost impalled me with his bike.

The Habs were playing, and there's no way I would miss a game, so I did something bold. I invited him for beers and the game at my place. He agreed.

He biked, I took the bus. He's originally from Cincinnatti, but has been here for 4 years. And he doesn't know much about hockey, so I spent the commercial breaks explaining the rules to him, what was 'icing' etc. He still doesn't get it...

He left around midnight, I went outside on the corner of the street (mind you it was about 6 degrees, I was in fuzzy Paul Frank slippers, chili boxers and a sweater) and tried to explain to him how to get home (the Plateau) from my place (NDG). I was so cold my teeth were chattering. And we were both tired and had to get up early, but we both lingered... I kind of went for the kill. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back but pulled away abruptly. He started laughing and then grabbed me, hugged me and patted me on the back. It was such a weird thing to do. He looked totally shocked at what he did. Then he was on his way.

We emailed each other...he apologized for the pat, stating that he was just really shy. He said he was happy that I made the move, because he tried to all night and failed.

He's invited me to his place for a Halloween party tomorrow....although I don't think I'll go, because I'm going to this other party with Cas on Saturday, and nobody wants to go out on Friday. Stephen has been trying to convince me, but so far I've resisted. I mean, I'm not going by myself, to a party where nobody I know is (except for 1), dressed like a sluty french maid, complete with feather duster and garters, what is he, crazy?

Anyways, that's about it for me so far....I've decided that the date when my feet cross the threshold of the Habs Dressing room will be December 2nd, when we battle our arch nemesis: Toronto. Game on my friends, game on.

shaddap, I'm uninspired, not happy and lazy

2006-10-19T11:12:00.002-04:00

Stole this from the delicious Mrs. Bad Critiq:

1. Do you sleep with the closet door open or closed?

open

2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

oh yes

3. Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room

yup

4. Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

a duck crossing sign in grade 9

5. Do you like to use post-it notes?

uh huh

6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

what am I an old maid? NO

7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

they're both horrible ways to go....bear

9. Do you always smile for pictures?

10. What is your biggest pet peeve?

people who are late

11. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

12. Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

why would I do that?

13. Have you ever peed in the woods?

when I went camping

14. Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?

no! I'm not crazy!

15. Do you chew your pens and pencils?

I suck the end on my pens...it's gotten me in trouble at meetings

16. How many people have you slept with this week?

17. Do you like popcorn from those big tins?

nope

18. What is your "Song of the week"?

Umm... "You And Whose Army" Radiohead

19. Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

yeah

20. Do you still watch cartoons?

yeah

21. What's your favorite scary movie?

don't have one

22. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

on my private island

23. What do you drink with dinner?

wine/water/beer/champagne

24. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

bbq sauce

25. What is your favorite food/ cuisine?

sushi/vitenamese

26. What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

a lot dude

27. Last person you kissed/kissed you?

Steph...my blind date

28. Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

ha, no

29. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

for one million dollars

30. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

jesus, 1993?

31. Can you change the oil on a car?

no...I'D LIKE TOT SEE YOU TRY TO MAKE A ROAST MOFO

32. Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

I failed my driving exam for speeding

33. Ran out of gas?

my step-mom almost pulled a Kramer with me in the car once

34. Favorite kind of sandwich?

umm terrine

35. Best thing to eat for breakfast?

eggs, toast, sausages, bacon, potatoes mmm

36. What is your usual bedtime?

11-midnight

37. Are you lazy?

can't you tell?

38. When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for halloween?

what year? one time I was a dinosaur, one time a TMNT, one time a toothbrush

40. How many languages can you speak?

41. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

British Vogue

42..Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

legos all the way

43. Are you stubborn?

yes

44. Who is better...Leno or Letterman?

STEWART!

45. Ever watch soap operas?

46. Afraid of heights?

yes

47. Sing in the car?

yes

48. Dance in the shower?

I'd fall and break my head

49. Dance in the car?

yes

50. Ever used a gun?

a nail gun

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

umm, for grad in 2002

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

no dude: BOLLYWOOD BABY

53. Is christmas stressful?

yes, I'm very poor

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

mmmm yes

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Pumpkin...is that even a fruit? whatever, pumpkin

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Marine Biologist, wife of Indiana Jones

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

dunno

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

yup

59. Take a vitamin daily?

I try, jamie gave me a box for my bday

60. Wear slippers?

at home, my cute paul frank ones

61. Wear a bath robe?

yup

62. What do you wear to bed?

nothing

63. First concert?

don't you DARE laugh at me, New Kids On The Block, I WAS 5 YEARS OLD!

64. Wal-Mart, Target or K-Mart?

yuk to all

65. Nike or Adidas?

adidas

66. Cheetos or Fritos?

neither

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

umm peanuts

68. Ever hear of, "gorp"?

Itsa movie from the 80s

69. Ever take dance lessons?

yup

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

err no

71. Can you curl your tongue?

yup

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

i made 3rd in the nationals when I was 8

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

yes

74. Own any record albums?

all of the beatles

75. Own a record player?

yup

76. Regularly burn incense?

oil

77. Ever been in love?

yes

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

umm Interpol again

79. What was your last concert you saw?

The Robinnes

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

both

81. Tea or coffee?

both

82.Favorite kind of cookie?

ummm my espresso ones

83.Can you swim well?

yup

84.Can you hold your breath w/o manually holding your nose?

yup

85. Are you patient?

sometimes

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

umm... band

87. Ever won a contest?

yes

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

nope

89. Which are better black or green olives?

both

90.Can you knit or crochet?

ya right

91. Best room for a fireplace?

whatever room I'm in

92. Do you want to get married?

dunno

93. If married, how long have you been married?

see above

94. Who was your HS crush?

umm Steve O...

95. Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

no!

96. Do you have kids?

no! yuck

97. Do you want kids?

i dunno

98. Whats your favorite color?

blue

99. Do you miss anyone right now?

my cousin

100. Who do you wanna see right now?

I can't say

21 years, it's all downhill from here

2006-10-16T10:34:00.000-04:00

Well, it's my birthday.

I'm sorry I haven't posted, but work has been really busy. And since it's my only internet access, well, it's kind of hard to find time to post.

I'm not happy. I'm very unhappy. Stuff has happened and it just makes me miserable. I'll try to post tomorrow.

Be good guys.

You see? I DO do cultural things

2006-10-06T10:45:00.000-04:00

So last night was CG's mum's show. I'm calling it a "show" because when I refered to it as ballet, I got dirty looks from some of the older audience members. So I said modern dance, and others gave me dirty looks likes "How dare she?!". So I called it a show.

I met up with Cas, Jay and Sherri, and we went for a beer before the show. I hadn't gone to Regis in a long, long, long time... It was dead thought, not surprising for a Thursday evening at 7pm. Sex-Ballet or Sexlet or Ballex was born... I might elaborate further at some point, let me just say now that it involves Cas, a girl doing the splits, and a blowjob. Nice.

We met up with CG and his bros at the box office, I got a "paid" ticket, Cas gave me this look and I was all "I paid for it with special currency, man" with a wink. Ahhh dirty jokes. The older people didn't appreciate as much as we did. Their loss. That shit is mad funny.

CG was, well, standoffish, the WHOLE night. He didn't even kiss me, he like did this weird peck on the cheek but so lightly I didn't even feel it. He made sure to be fully in sight of everybody without touching me or looking at me, nothing.

The show itself, was really really beautiful. It was packed with raw emotion, the dancers were really good. I was really impressed.

After the show, we were figuring out what we would do. CG had an exam the next day, and he was using it as an excuse not to come out. But it's totally understandable. He was like "You guys are invited back to my place for champagne" and Cas was like "Dude, we're going to Hatters" and then, for the first time that night, CG looked at me and asked if I was going to his place with him. I said no. I knew that if I did go, I would end up standing around, by myself, while he would avoid questions as to who I was, and why the hell was I drinking the celebratory champagne. So I went out with the gang.

We had a few pitchers and laughs, and it definately brought back memories...of when I was like 16. Me and Jay and Cas went to La Belle Province for some food...it had been two days since I'd eaten, and it was radishes, so I inhaled my 2 steamies like a champ. We then went to the arcade, where I took my leave of the boys, asking them to forward my goodbyes to the rest of the gang who was still at Hatters.

I made it to the bus (I ran for it more like) and got home around 1am. Which is very reasonable.

I was in a blue mood this morning thought, the vibe from CG last night was a real downer. But lo and behold, as I was writing this, he called me. At like 11am. Anyways, I feel better. I'll feel much better when we rape Buffalo tonight.

GO HABS GO!

This just in

2006-10-04T14:28:00.000-04:00

Due to several EVIL and FALSE comments made by Bailey, I'm no long typing to him. He knows I'm sensitive (i.e. stark raving mad) during Hockey season, and that I do my duty as a Montrealer by upholding certain rivalries.

In other news...

I'm turning 21 in 12 days. I'm going to be OLD! I was at the pharmacy, and some eye wrinkle creams have instructions on the back saying "For better result, start use at the age of 25" 4 years left before I start getting wrinkles! Oh what a fucking joyous event to look forward to: wrinkle creams.

My week is choc-full of work, I haven't eaten anything but an apple and 7 radishes since Monday night, I'm soooo fucking busy! Tomorrow night I'm going with Cas to CG's mum's ballet thingny. Then Friday is game night at Cas' hacienda. Ole?

I banged that cowbell good

2006-10-02T14:35:00.000-04:00

So we beat the Senators 6-5 on Saturday night (HA! Kiss my ass Ottawa!). We also traded the last of the "Three Amigos"... Ribeiro was traded for Janne Niinimaa from the Dallas Stars. He's a great defencement, and hopefully he won't be a cocky bastard like Ribeiro was.

The "Three Amigos" were (and I say were, because none of them are with the Habs anymore) Jose "Pretty Boy" (as I called him) Theodore who was shipped off for being the most inconsistent goalie in the history of the universe, for whom I didn't have much respect for, and for who I lost that last thread of respect when he was caught making out with that dumb American Paris Hilton. Ugh. Also part of the trio was Pierre Dagenais, who went to the Hamilton Bulldogs with the AHL (eww). And of course Ribeiro.

Bye bye buddy. I won't miss you.

I went out with CG to Brutopia, and it turns out that his buddy Ray was doing the percussions with the band that was playing. We hung out with him before the show, and then we managed to score some seats right in front of the stage (if you are familiar with Bru's, you know how lucky that is). Ray isn't with the band, he was hired for the night. And he's AMAZING. He didn't even know what they were playing, and he's just make up accompanyments, like with the bongos, or drums or COWBELLS!

After the first set, the band came to sit with us, and they were real chill. I drank 'em all under the table, CG included. Then during their first song of the second set, Ray kept calling me over, so I went, and I ended up playing the cowbell and the bongos with them. It was pretty fun actually, everyone was cheering me on (I was swaying at this point, damn you Raspberry Blonde beer! Why must you be so delicious!). When I got off, I got a round of applause, I curtsied, and went back to the table. Rob (the lead singer) was all "Thanks babe, Monika everybody, Mooooonika: the Habs babe" I guess I had been kind of vocal about our victory, and my bright red Habs cap wasn't exactly subtle either.

Me and CG took out leave around 2am, and we cabbed it back to my place. I was waaayyy drunk (6 pints, and a pint is 2 beers) and I don't remember anything. CG says I was real boring, I fell asleep before he could molest me. Oops.

The next morning (technically it was the afternoon but for us it was morning) we talked for a bit after...stuff, and I asked him how many people he was seing apart from me, he said 4 in total. He asked me, I answered 7, him not included.

He then said "Yeah, no, you're the only one" And I said "Aww, well, it's actually 7 including you".

Har har, hardy har. What a wit I am.

I beg your pardon?

2006-09-29T10:03:00.000-04:00

Well, the prostitute has just sent me an email, and he's now trying to prostitute himself on ME! See:

***
On 9/27/06, moni M <*******@hotmail.com> wrote:

Hey Kevin,

Sorry I didn't call you yesterday, I was in the office until 8pm, and before that I was in meetings, and when I got home, I was just too tired to do anything else.

Anyways, I hope you're having a good week.

Monika
***

Okay, now that was a lie. A big fat lie. I was still sketched about the...the PROSTITUTING of himself. Or what not. Anyways, he wrote back:

***

From :
"Kevin A." k***@gmail.com

Sent :
Friday, September 29, 2006 5:21 AM

To :
"moni M" ****@hotmail.com

Subject :
Re: Hey

Hey Monika,

I just got home. It's been a long day. I got 2 relatively easy conttracts to make webstes.I bought myself a laptop after our lunch, so i'll be checking my email even more often.
I'm constantly looking for a different job. I'm tired of all the same routne.
So if you know of any opportunity, please let me know.
I'm not necessary looking for big $ but I'd like to be doing something that will challenge me anew.

On a more positive note, I would like to see you again.
Since we've already done lunch, how about we do something that doesn't involve food *porn music in the back ground) ;o)

Feel free to call me at anytime. But keep in mind that I finish my spanish class at 8:15.

See ya soon,

Kev.
***

Umm. Okay I've come to two conclusions:

1. He cannot spell
2. He fed me, and now wants to fuck me. How thoughtful.

NOT. Also, the hour is sketch. Who is awake at 5:21am? I'll tell you who: PROSTITUTES!

you're FUCKING kidding me

2006-09-28T12:34:00.000-04:00

Okay so, picture this:

Apparently my like-an-uncle-cause-he's-been-friends-with-dad-for-5 million-years Domenico is like thisclose to Souray...

AND HE'S GETTING ME DRESSING ROOM PASSES FOR THE HABS!

*falls over*

Oh jesus! IT'S A MIRACLE!

So I'm supposed to get 4, so I'm thinking:

Me (duh!)
Cas (BOYO!)
Eric (WHOOOOOT)
and.... CG or Destin. Depending.

Oh, right. Destin just got back from Europe (he was supposed to be there for 3 weeks, he ended up being there for 6)

What else? Oh...me and CG are sorta doing better. Much better.

Oh, and on Monday, my dad whored me out to this exec's son. He says: "I promised him you'd meet him at the restaurant in 10 minutes, and that you wanted to go on this date."

Umm, no? What am I?

So I went (dad, you owe me). And the guy was actually, really really cute. Blond hair, blue eyes. Except blond isn't my type...at all... but whatever.

We got along really well, and he's all, I want you to come with me to Globe (1 of the best in town) tomorrow night. I was all "Maybe"

So I get back to work, spirits are high, and I'm browsing craigslist, laughing at the W4M, M4W, Casual Encounters (people write the funniest shit dude). And what do I see on CE?

THE GUY'S PUT AN ADD UP.

He's WHORING himself out on the internet.

I was on a date with a PROSTITUTE!

I'm still recovering. Meanwhile Kat is laughing at me, but c'mon! He put his face pic on the internet, asking for sex! He's a PROSTITUTE!

kinda depressed

2006-09-21T15:03:00.000-04:00

*Special Announcement*: SEAN! I've been calling you and you never pick up!

I've been going to Bikram yoga lately.... I'll be dishing $120 a month starting next week for it, and my little visit to Lululemon cost me $200.

Bikram is where the room is sealed, and heated to 42 degrees, and it's not relaxing. At all. It's a fucking workout. And you are pouring sweat, because of the heat and exertion.

Last night, the instructor was this beautiful, practically naked man, who's studied this type of yoga in India. He was amazing. And I don't mean his looks.

I think he's the best teacher so far. His voice is loud and clear, he makes jokes, makes you feel comfortable, and make you push yourself to the limits. I admired his devotion to it, and his determination. It was awesome. After class, he came up to me and said I was probably the hardest working person in the class that evening, and it made me proud of myself. Maybe I'm not a total failure after all. But...

I'm feeling down. Depressed down.

CG's mom is directing a ballet in a few weeks. He came by and gave me a flyer. I said I probably wasn't going to go, cause I don't want to go alone. He sounded surprised and said "No, I mean, I want us to go together, as a date. Then we can see my mom" I felt really happy, ya know? Like we were finally making progress. But then...

A few days ago I asked him when to give him money for my ticket. He said in a couple of days, and that we were 7 people going (what?) and that these 2 girls he had dated would be coming too (double what?)

So, I felt like shit. I said "Oh..." He was all "Why? What's wrong" I said nothing. *sigh*

Then he had a soccer game, he goes "You should come sometime" I said "I'll go, sure. Who'll be there?" He said his dad and brother. I said "Your dad?! Umm, I don't know, what will he think of me?" His response: "Nothing, I mean, you're just this girl. He only knows your name cause he dropped me off at your place one time. You're just this girl."

So I'm "just this girl"

So... I was in tears most of yesterday. Not just because of him. I've been feeling low...like I'm losing touch with everybody, like I'm out of the loop. I just don't know what to think anymore.... I don't want to be treated like shit anymore... I want someone who won't just wanna fuck me. There is more to me than my vagina. Why can't anybody see that?

huh? I should stop "borrowing"

2006-09-20T14:27:00.000-04:00

Stole this from Charlie-boy , cause I'm bad to the bone baby.

Grub-ology:

* What is your salad dressing of choice? Lemon & Oil

* What is your favorite fast food restaurant? I don't really eat fast food... does subway count?

* What is your favorite sit down restaurant? It's a tie between Tonnere de Brest & Atmas.

* On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant? 15% or more. Unless the staff sucks.

* What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Sushi....mmmm

* Name three foods you detest above all others. Asparagus, liver, boiled carrots

* What is your favorite dish to order in a Chinese restaurant? Ummm chicken w/peanut sauce

* What are your pizza topping(s) of choice? Buffalo mozzarella

* What do you like to put on your toast? My mum's currant jelly....MMMM

* What is your favorite type of gum? the chewable kind

Tech-ology:

* Number of contacts in your cell phone? jesus...5 million

* Number of contacts in your e-mail address book? don't have one

* What is your wallpaper on your computer? Go Habs Go!

* What is your screensaver on your computer? FIFA

* Are there naked pictures saved on your computer? *blocks ears* lalalala I don't know what you're talking about

* How many land line phones do you have in your house? 0, nada, niet

* How many televisions are in your house? two at the moment, one is going to be reclaimed ERIC COME GET YOUR TV!

* What kitchen appliance do you use the least? umm toaster

* What is the format of the radio station you listen to the most? the format? what? I don't listen to the radio.

Bi-ology:

* What do you consider to be your best physical attribute? umm. My butt? No wait. My eyes. I think.

* Are you right handed or left handed? Right right admiral

* Do you like your smile? baahhh it depends if I'm sober or not

* Have you ever had anything removed from your body? a mole on my arm when I was 9.

* Would you like to? Of course! Please remove the fat fom my tighs and tummy =)

* Do you prefer to read when you go to the bathroom? umm, when I'm on the toilet, no. When I'm in the bath in the bathroom yes. Haha trick answer, see?

* Which of your five senses do you think is keenest? Touch

* When was the last time you had a cavity? Never =) I'm lucky, straight teeth, no cavities, no work, nada

* What is the heaviest item you lift regularly? My pint of beer

* Have you ever been knocked unconscious? once while playing hockey

Misc-ology:

* If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? uhh, no thanks

* If you could change your first name, what would you change it to? I don't want to change it

* How do you express your artistic side? I cook

* What color do you think you look best in? Umm, colorS...black, dark blue, and hot pink for some reason

* How long do you think you could last in a medium security prison? 5 minutes

* Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake? ....are bugs non-food? Cause when I was on a motorcycle... *shiver*

* If we weren't bound by society's conventions, do you have a relative you would make a pass at? Ewww all my cousins are ugly. The males... Not the females (som are models) but I'm not gay so... Ewwww

* How often do you go to church? Never, I don't believe in "god"

* Have you ever saved someone's life? its a long story

* Has someone ever saved yours? Linda...by passing away. Some of you know what I'm talking about.

Dare-ology:

For this last section, if you would do it for less or more money, indicate how much.

* Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000? Sign me up!

* Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? Yes!

* Would you have sex with a member of the same sex for $10,000? Been there, done that, where's my money?

* Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? Only if it could be reattached right after.

* Would you never blog again for $50,000? ...Yes

* Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? HA! Yeah right.

* Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? Yup.

* Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? I'm not an animal

* Would you shave your head and get your entire body waxed for $5,000? only 5K? You crazy?

* Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000? Can I still watch sports? Only if I can stull watch sports.

I know I haven't been online but

2006-09-19T14:41:00.000-04:00

I swear I will be soon.

My laptop has come back from the dead, and in addition to the new external hard drive that my hard-earned-supposed-to-go-to-shoes-or-booze money has bought, it got a memory upgrade.

Oh joy!

Today, a funny event (which took weeks to plan) happened at work. I can't write about it, god forbid a co-worker were to stumble upon my blog and in result, get me fired. But those of you who know me and read (I'm looking at you Kat, Cas, James, Johnny, etc) can call me and ask me, and I'll let you know. To my blogger family, I'll tell you via voice convo when I get my bloody laptop back (1 week).

Tonight I got yoga (which I'm dragging Kat to) and my friend Colin is playing at Vinyl tonight. His trio will be on for most of the evening, and there's no cover (shouts of thanks from my bank account)

I didn't do much this weekend....I cooked a fabulous expensive, bank-breaking meal for moi and CG, which he liked. And I liked that he liked. And he liked that I liked that he liked. And...well you get the picture.

So, I'm feeling very un-inspired, and leave you (Debbie, Mike, Venge, Sean, Al) now with my promise that in less than two weeks, you'll be hearing me making a fool out of myself again.

I stole this from Edtime Stories

1. What's your opinion on sex without emotional commitment?

I dig it

2. Do you bite your toenails?

...first of all, NO. Second of all, NO.

3. Are you a jealous person?

nope

4. What are you allergic to?

tiny, yappy dogs

5. What books, if any, have made you cry?

...Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince...when Dumbledore died =(

6. Does it get annoying when somebody says they'll call you, but doesn’t?

YES. Except Kathryn, because I sometimes don't call her back either.

7. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

Vanilla

8. If someone you had no interest in dating expressed interest what would you say to them?

Err, did they ask me out? I'd say "I'm sorry, I seeing someone" Which is true. If they flirted, I'd probably change my body language...cross my arms, etc.

9. What would you rather be doing right now?

NOT be at work.

10. What song lyrics, if any, are stuck in your head at the moment, if any?

I'm Never Gonna Leave You, by Led Zep

12. What did you dress up as for your first Halloween?

Don't remember, I was 1

13. What's your favorite TV show, now or in the past?

eeeeek. Cannot answer, I have more than one.

14. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?

Opposite.

15. Can others make you cry easily?

Depends what they do to me.

16. Who was the last person to piss you off?

Cabby who kept hitting on me this morning.

17. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?

naah, only if its work related

18. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?

Yea, but usually don't care

19. If you could be any type of fruit what would you be?

what? uhh.... mango?

20. Were you a "planned" child?

yup yup

21. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

ahem.....27

22. What was the last thing to scare you?

err.... the spider that WOULD NOT DIE! which stared at me from my ceiling, directly over my bed for 2 hours, until I couldn't take it anymore.

23. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?

a MINIMUM of 10

24. What is your favorite alcoholic drink?

beer or hard? err Beer = Guinness, Drink = Bombay tonic

25. When was the last time you saw a rainbow?

On the train ride back from NYC

26. Have you ever been attracted to someone physically unattractive?

Yes

27. What personality trait is a must-have in the opposite sex?

honesty

28. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?

umm define covered

29. Do you believe that the guy should pay on the first date?

No. I believe in going dutch. Or: I ask you out, I pay. You ask me out, you pay.

30. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?

one more tattoo....maybe....I already have two

31. Which do you make: wishes or plans?

wishes *sigh*

32.Can you speak any languages other than English?

Italian and French

33. What is your favorite salad dressing?

Lemon & Oil

34.Have you ever fooled around with someone and not remembered?

unfortunatly yes

35.Have you ever dated one of your best friends?

yes...big FUCKING mistake

36. Has anyone told you a secret this week?

not yet

37.When was the last time someone hit on you?

about 6 hours ago, by a creepy cab guy

shock

2006-09-14T09:44:00.000-04:00

Well, this is the final tally for the event which shook my city yesterday (from CBC):

The gunman who went on a shooting rampage at a Montreal college on Wednesday apparently left an online journal with chilling comments and photos of himself brandishing a rifle.

Kimveer Gill referred to himself as "angel of death" in an online diary.

Kimveer Gill, who is believed to be the man who shot a young woman to death and wounded 19 other people, was the author of an online diary posted at the website vampirefreaks.com.
Gill, 25, arrived at Dawson College dressed entirely in black, wearing a trench coat and carrying an automatic gun when he opened fire.

Of the 19 people injured, at least six were reported in critical condition Thursday morning. Montreal police said the victims ranged in age from 17 to 48.

On Thursday, police identified the dead student as Anastasia De Souza, an 18-year-old woman from Montreal. Published reports said De Souza was a student at Dawson College.

Chaos on campus

Investigators with Montreal police's Major Crimes Unit and with the Sûreté du Québec, the provincial police force, spent the night picking through the crime scene to collect forensic evidence, and piece together what happened Wednesday afternoon.

Eyewitnesses say they saw a tall, Goth-looking man in a long black coat drive up near the college on Maisonneuve Street in a black Pontiac Sunfire at around 12:30 p.m. He got out of his car, opened the trunk and removed a rifle.

The gunman walked toward the college's southwest entrance, firing randomly, said witnesses, who saw him shoot at least one person outside. The man then walked into the college, gripping the rifle. Police say the first gunshots were heard at 12:41 p.m.
It was lunchtime and the school was packed when the gunman entered through the main doors and headed to the cafeteria. "He was shooting randomly," said Dawson student Michel Boyer, who witnessed the gunfire. "I'm not sure who he was shooting at, but the [cafeteria] atrium was completely cleared."

Chaos ensued, said Boyer. "The adrenaline was rushing. It was like something from a movie. It was completely unbelievable and incredible."

The first police officers were on the scene within three minutes, said Montreal police chief Yvan Delorme. By coincidence, they had been called to the college on an unrelated drug investigation.

Officers with guns drawn rushed into the building, at which point witnesses reported hearing more shots fired. Montreal police confirmed that the officers exchanged gunfire with the suspect, and that the suspect was hit by at least one officer.

Police said the gunman died during the shootout, but backed away from a claim Wednesday night that the suspect was killed by police. "We know that shots were fired, both by this man and the police," said Sûreté du Québec spokesman François Doré. An autopsy is expected to confirm the cause of death.

Panic in the streets

Pandemonium broke out inside the college and on surrounding streets minutes after the shooting began. Hundreds of students poured out of the school, running with their heads covered. Many were crying and yelling into their cellphones, and several people fleeing the scene had blood stains on their clothes.

People collapsed on nearby streets as they tried to flee, and some of those lying on the ground were trampled by others as they ran away.

While hundreds of students sought refuge at nearby Concordia University, others hid for as long as three hours, until police with dogs escorted them out to safety. Eyewitness Andrew Galle said he emerged from Dawson College's campus radio station to a gruesome scene. "There was glass everywhere, and a big pile of blood, with tracks out the front door and outside the school itself."

Police officers were seen dragging a bloody body out of the school about 45 minutes after the first gunshots were heard. They rested the body next to a patrol car and threw a sheet over the corpse. Police confirmed Wednesday night that the body was that of the gunman.
Officers then searched the school, floor by floor and room by room, amid initial fears that there might have been be a second gunman. The school was declared empty about three hours after the first shots were heard.

Police say it will take weeks before they can assemble a complete account of what happened. Investigators worked through Wednesday night examining the crime scene.
They also searched Gill's car and his residence in Fabreville, a borough in Laval north of Montreal on Thursday morning, searching for evidence. Neighbours told CBC Radio that Gill lived with his parents in the house.

Gunman said he was "Ready for Action"

In his profile on vampirefreaks.com, a website devoted to Goth culture, Gill called himself "Trench," and wrote: "You will come to know him as the Angel of Death."
"Work sucks … School sucks … Life sucks … What else can I say?" he wrote. "Metal and Goth kick ass. Life is like a video game, you gotta die sometime."

A photo gallery accompanying the profile includes pictures of Gill brandishing a Beretta CX4 Storm semi-automatic rifle. In the last seven photos, he is wearing a black trench coat and holding the rifle. The caption below the last photo reads, "Ready for Action."

Dawson College, where the shooting occurred, is closed until Monday. About 10,000 students attend the junior college, which offers a two-year pre-university program or a three-year technical program.

So... I'm sick of the news... I'm just relieved that the shooter was not Arab. If he was, shit would have hit the fan. Game over. The media would have had a field day trying to incorporate terrorism into this mess.

Not much has been happening... Kat now works in this amazing designer store (JUST SHOES!) and I die a little inside everytime I go because I can't afford anything. And they're all so beautiful (the shoes) *tear*

I'm getting a bit frustrated with CG... It's been a month and a half... and when he was told last week by a friend of mine that he was lucky to have snagged me as his girlfriend (awkward!) CG said "Oh no, like, we just just met!". IT'S BEEN A MONTH AND A HALF!

Excuse me. I was overwhelmed for a second there.

Other than that, he's really great. Funny, sarcastic ( I can't live without sarcastic people) and reaaallllyyy good in the... you know. He's actually at my place right now, sleeping (lucky bastard!). We were both tired from worrying about the shooting, so we went to bed around 12am, and we talked till about 1am. Did some exercise. Talked for another hour, until about 3:30am. I fell asleep. He woke me up at 4:00am for more exercise. Then went back to sleep around 4:50am. I'm TIRED. It's hard to keep my eyes open. But he only has class at 2pm so he can sleep all he wants, which is so not fair.

Work is crazy. Like, deranged crazy. Also, some of my co-workers are deranged, but I've known that since the day I started working here.

My apartment is good...it's far from the pub, which SUCKS, and far from everybody, which DOUBLE SUCKS, but it's nice to find the bathroom clean a few days after cleaning it, unlike at my old place, where The Asshole Who Shall Not Be Named (refered to as TAWSNBN) would leave puddles of shit on the counter, there would be rings around the tub after he took 1 shower *shiver* and his fucking body hairs would be scattered on the sink.

Ugh.

I'll take pictures soon...I can't upload them though, I still haven't gotten my laptop back from my dad, and hopefully my hardrive is intact. Maybe in a few weeks.

Shooting at Dawson College

2006-09-13T15:27:00.000-04:00

2 dead, many injured. I had been wondering why all the cops were whizzing by... I almost got mowed down by a SWAT truck when I tried to cross the street on McKay...

I'm posting from the CBC:

Two gunmen who opened fire in a downtown Montreal college Wednesday afternoon are dead, and police are hunting a third suspect.

At least 16 people were injured in a shooting rampage that terrorized students and staff at Dawson College, a CEGEP serving about 10,000 students.

Montreal police confirmed that at least one suspect was "neutralized," but did not provide details on how the gunman died. "Whether he did it to himself or not, I can't yet say," said spokesman Yan Lafrenière.

Television images showed police officers dragging a bloody body out of the main doors of the building.

Students inside Dawson College told reporters they heard several shots in the building around 1 p.m.

Eyewitnesses say they saw a tall skinny man, wearing a black trench coat and a Mohawk haircut, walk into the cafeteria carrying a large gun. He apparently fired several shots.

Student Michel Boyer sought shelter behind a reception desk after seeing a gunman and fleeing from the vicinity of the shootings. "I thought this was fake, and it was just an excuse to get out of class," he told CBC Newsworld. "I did run away as soon as I did see that it was real." His voice shaking, he added, "It was the most scary thing that has ever happened to me."Boyer said he saw at least one man holding a gun.
"I'm only 19 and to have flashes of your life and the people that you love going by you, it should not be allowed."

Dawson College instructor Arielle Reid said she was in her office when the shooting began. "I heard the shots and a student ran into my office," she told CBC Newsworld. "People don't know what is going on and they don't know what to do."

Hundreds of students fled the building, and the area was cordoned off. Police officers wearing bulletproof vests kept people away from the college.

"They're telling me, 'Go the other way, lady, you're in the line of fire,' " said CBC News reporter Nancy Wood at the scene.

Hundreds of officers surrounded the building in downtown Montreal, cordoning off a park facing the school, as well as the Alexis Nihon Plaza, a nearby shopping centre.

tempus fugit

2006-09-06T09:34:00.000-04:00

I've been really busy with work, my apartment, CG, my buds, and family... I'm sorry if I haven't been around.

Work is murder, so I don't have any time to surf the net, and since my laptop exploded (its being repaired) I haven't gotten the internet at home yet...whats the point if I have no cpu!

That's why I haven't been on ym or myspace or msn....I'm sorry guys...

I'll be away for a little bit...but I'll try to check your blogs every few days and keep in touch that way... I miss you =(

weekend: supper, sex, and grades

2006-08-28T12:43:00.000-04:00

So Thursday night I went to see the Montreal Alouettes play against Calgary. Mr. B (Kat knows, the harrassment at work representative) gave me two tickets because he had a meeting he couldn't cancel. Actually very nice of him. That doesn't mean that I'll DO THINGS as a payback. Nooooo fucking way.

Anyways, me and CG were having a date anyways, and so we went together.

I know nothing about "football"... I'm a hockey fan. I know the Al's wom the Grey Cup like 2 years ago or something, and that they're very good, or something... Dan too. So we were copying everyone (i.e. chearing players' names, etc). Had a few beers, chilled. And it was really nice.

Then we went out for drinks at O'Regan's, which I haven't gone too since March (it was me and Matt's pub), then to Brutopia, for some excellent live music. The band had a perchant for James Taylor, and it was all I could do but sing loudly along with a group of revellers.

And CG wasn't embarassed. Lucky me =)

Anyways, I hadn't eaten all day, and after 4 pints + G&T + beer at game, I was pretty buzzed. So was CG. So we hoped a cab and went to my place. We moved the TV into my room to watch a movie in bed, but uhh, we didn't make it past the opening credits.

Not because we were asleep. *wink wink*

I had to work in 3 hours, so we slept, then I left him sleeping to go to work. Bastard! I was like a zombie all day, then he called and told me I was impressive, because he slept until noon and was still tired. Humph.

Saturday I had a dinner thing with CG, Kat & Eric, and Alex and his girlfriend who I've met once at the World Cup end, and who is spanish and speaks only french (other than spanish, but I don't speak it).

I made fondue because it the poor person's dinner party choice menu. I also bought fish! I forgot. Yeah, a small tank, like 10gallons, and two little baby goldfish. Well, one is orange and the other one is black with poped out eyes.

The dinner was good cause it got CG & my best buds (K&E) to meet and greet. And he loved them! And eric just texted me saying that CG gets a A+. =)

Everyone except CG left after (for a wedding), and us two just sat around, listening to music, talking, etc. Then we went to bed. =)

Sunday I did nada. I took a three hour bubblebath, read, listened to music, and just relaxed.

Now I'm back at work, pinning for the weekend (which is three days actually, monday is labour day). 4 days left!

boring

2006-08-24T15:24:00.000-04:00

yeah well, not much has been going on lately...

Gianluca left last night, he called me a few hours ago to tell me that he made it to Firenze ok, the only hitch is that they confiscated his lip balm. Dry lips for 10hours is no laughing matter!

Especially considering how popular he is with the girls, after all, he IS in a band. I've dated many musicians, even some who were not even remotly my type...there's something about a man and music... both are sensual and attract me so...

I tried to get him laid but most of the girls I know are on vacation. Poor him.Not to say that Gianluca is bad looking...he's very cute...it's just weird for me to think of him in any other way than my cousin...we're very very close, kind of like bro/sis relationship.

Like when I was in Firenze, his friends were constantly hitting on me. And he'd say stuff like, you touch her I hurt you, don't even think of my cousin like that, etc. Which is kinda nice...

One: Because it made me feel loved...we don't hug or kiss on the cheek or anything, we just pat each other on the back

Two: because his friends were still little boys, perverts, and I would not touch them in a sexual way, EVER. Also, they acted their age (17-18) which is NOT a good thing.

On my last night, we went to Central Park, which is a nightclub with a big courtyard in the back. Gianluca would normally not go to clubs, but I love them so he did it to please me (awww). We went with his friends Vu, Massimo and Andrei. We also saw my cousin Alessio there.

Anyways, we all had fun, dancing and drinking. We left around 2am, cause we had to be up at 6am (ugh) for my flight. I kissed everyone goodbye (you know, typical cheek-cheek thing) and Massimo (who is not much of a looker: he's 5'8, kinda tubby, no signs of facial hair to come, wearing this rediculous Playboy Bunny around his neck) grabbed me (he was surprisingly strong) and kissed me. I was shocked and freaked out. Then he grabbed his necklace, and in a fit of passion, tore it off his neck, put it in my hand with the greatest care and said: "Cosi non ti dimenticherai di me!" Which means: So that you will not forget me.

Jesus christ, get me out of here is what came to my head. When he tried to kiss me again, I was able to kinda lunge to the side and avoid the kiss. But he still got a pretty good feel of my boobs on him, I mean, I could hardly breathe!

Gianluca thought I was enjoying myself, thats why he didn't come to my rescue. When I told him the truth thought, he was pretty pissed. I just laughed. It was so absurd, the drama and all...

Boys will be boys right?

recap

2006-08-22T10:29:00.000-04:00

So I moved on friday.

It was also the day of my office's summer party. Our Toronto & Ottawa offices joined us for it at my boss' summer house, and he wasn't too happy to hear that I wasn't coming. Well, after his assistant pleaded with him on my behalf (I love her!) I got off the hook.

Around 9:30am, Gianluca and my mum & step-dad (Dany) showed up. Mum and Dany brought a trailer with them, thank god, and we took apart my bed, and packed up most of the big stuff. It was a pain in the ass, considering I was living on the third floor.

Anyways, after about an hour and a half, we drove to my new place (which is a 5 min car ride away). I'm now living on the 4th floor, BUT! there's an elevator! YESSS

We were dying of heat and exhaustion, and eric and kathryn finally showed up. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel! We got all the stuff inside the apartment, and then went back for the last of my stuff.

Cas met us at my place, we got everything, and went back to my place. Dany was putting my bed together and he and my mum told me off because of the way that me and Kat built it last time...but what they don't realize is that we had moved all day, and it was like 11pm when we did my bed, and we also has to do Kat & Eric's after. So... it's a good excuse!

Anyways, mum and Dany left cause they had to pack (they're in Mexico this week, bastards!) And Cas went home (he had a wedding the next day) and Kat, Eric, Gianluca and I went to Cosmo's for "lunch/breakfast" They went home, and I unpacked most of my stuff. Actually, it was all unpacked and put away except for my books in my room...for some reason I'm really not feeling doing that...

Around 8pm Cas called, he was playing poker, and wasn't going to come. By this time, the boys weren't comming until quite late because of a shortstaff prob with hockey, work, dates, etc. I was kinda bummed. But then CG called. =D

yada yada yada

I did absolutely nothing on Sarurday, other than grocery shop and notice that I had $25.67 in the bank until next pay date (the 31th) =(

Sunday me and Gianlu met up with our second cousin Vanessa (gorgeous) and it was nice to sorta talk....we never were close with her, the way we are together.

Then I went home, cleaned a bit....CG called =D.... I went to bed....and then work started.

So...I'm supposed to have the "christening" of my new apartment on Saturday or Friday... we'll see and I'll keep u guys posted.

Moved in

2006-08-21T16:43:00.000-04:00

Well

I moved in on Friday. I'll elaborate tomorrow, work had been bloody crazy, don't have a minute to myself. I can't write when I get home cause I don't have the internet (lack of money, it cost me $37 dollars for 7 MOTHERFUCKING BOXES. DAMN YOU U-HAUL) Also, my laptop has gone haywire, 13 HOURS BEFORE I WAS GONNA GET MY BACK-UP HARDDRIVE =(

Me an Cool Guy (hereafter known as "CG") hung out friday night ;D

I called him on sunday night and he's all "I really had a good time on Friday. Can't wait to see you" I'm still smiling like a maniac.

*sigh*

cripes, my saturday, rated M parts not included

2006-08-16T14:51:00.000-04:00

There was this party.
On Saturday.
Cas invited me, and it was Mitch's bday too.
So we went.
Met cool people.
Met cool guy who I talked to and hung out with.
Made out with cool guy.
Cool guy wanted my number.
Was very very drunk at this point.
Gave him number.
Was too drunk to walk home.
Ran into (literally) drunken Cas in hallway who announced he would go home with me.
Cool guy did not appreciate.
I laughed.
A lot.
I couldn't stop laughing.
I told cool guy that "Cas wishes".
Cas says "Home not sex!" and falls over laughing.
Cool guy happy.
Cool guy puts his number in my phone.
Cool guy insists on giving me $20 for a cab. I'm all "AWWW" and smooch, etc.
Cas and me stumble for a block.
Cas and me get into a cab.
Cas and me can't stop laughing.
Everything is spinning.
Cas is trying to take pictures but his camera is off.
Crawl up the stairs.
Burst in apartment, laughing really hard (according to Greg)
Mumble for about 5 minutes, laugh and hoot my way into the doorframe.
Keep missing door (aparently this lastd about 10 seconds)
Fall in bed.
Drunk.

A hell of a night.

Oh, I'm moving friday, and am having a "party" afterwards. I won't have had a chance to unpack so it should be interesting.

because I CAN steal it from her

2006-08-14T21:42:00.000-04:00

1. My middle name is Kim

2. I'm shaved

3. only piercings are my ears, but I have 2 tatoos. (btw: DEB! How's mine coming along?)

4. Always was a right handed girl

5. I have given lapdances. I have also received proffessional lapdances.

6. I am mortally afraid of spiders

7. I grew up playing with my teenage mutant ninja turtle dolls and super mario

8. my hair once reached my knees, I would often get stuck to chairs, etc.

9. I'm a self-taught "shoe-obsessive"

10. I'm usually attracted to sarcastic, funny, sweet men

11. I went to college at 16

12. I love guinness more than deb, because I've mentioned it so many time b4, and I pulled my own pint when I was in dublin HA!

13. I've dated 1 girl (7 months) and hooked up with uhh... *counts* do threesomes count?

14. I have a scar on my ankle where a fire door hit me, pinning my foot in steel for over an hour, when I was 6.

15. At 9-10 I was playing hockey in the street, my stick got caught and I got winded. They had to give me CPR cause I passed out.

16. I've had a lot of sex

17. I haven't been laid in 6 days

18. I'm a womanchild

19. I laugh really loudly when drunk, and sometimes can't stop laughing

20. I'm lonely

21. sometimes I look at myself and wish I was better

22. I have problems budgeting

23. I wish I was taller

NYC

2006-08-11T19:21:00.000-04:00

I'm back.

And I'm tired.

We (me and gianluca) took the train there. If that wasn't bad enough, when we got to the train station on Monday morning, where the train was supposed to leave at 9:50am, we found out that a train derailed near uhh whats it called...This town in NY...starts with an "A"...huh It'll get back to me.

So we had to take a bus to the town, and then the train to nyc. After 3 hours at the border, bus + train, we finally made it to Penn around 9pm. 12 hours!

I'm too lazy to get into details, but what happened was: touring, eating, sex with a fireman, touring, sleeping, eating, shopping, cupcakes at magnolia bakery, sleeping with fireman.

Ooops, did that slip in? yes, I slept with a fireman. He picked me up outside the Hostel on the upper west... we went to central park, it had been a month since i'd had action, he was really sweet, I jumped him, and then we ended up doing it in the firehouse *grins* tee hee

I've posted all the pics I've taken (in my defence, i kept forgetting to take out my camera).

better

2006-08-05T14:26:00.000-04:00

I've sublet my apartment today

I've found a big 3.5 near where I am now, on the top floor of this nice high-rise, with a big balcony, high ceilings, hardwood floors, big bedroom, everything renovated. The view is killer.

Greg can go fuck himself for all I'm concerned. I'd been getting home around midnight most nights, running around town looking for somewhere to live, sleeping about 3 hours a night because I was so stressed, only to have him tell me :"wow I'm so tired, I slept 15 hours" cause he quite his job.

He can BURN IN HELL, as far as I'm concerned. I'm leaving for NYC on Monday, and am meeting Morgan from Overheard for a pint with Gianluca. That's it. Sorry I haven't answered comments, etc, I've just been too busy.

PS: Thanks Rob for your sweet email, you made me tear up.... It's nice to know that I've got people to turn to =)

PPS: I didn't reply cause Hotmail seems to hate me at the moment.

about to be homeless

2006-08-01T11:28:00.000-04:00

Fucking asshole greg came back from his vacation Sunday night at 11pm, and announced that he's moving to BC in two weeks because he found a job.

So now I have to either find a roommate or sublet the apartment and find another place to live.

I'm sorry if I haven't posted in a while, but I'm busy trying to find somewhere to live.

Mother FUCKING ASSHOLE doesn't even feel bad.

I fucking HATE HIM more than ever.

I hope he gets fired asap and ends up on the street and then gets HIV from some crack whore, while he huffs turpentine in a vain attempt to make his problems go away.

BASTARD

Now because of him I can't go camping OR to new york. I told him so and HE DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING CARE.

I hope he fucking burns in hell.

Camping? Ah shit

2006-07-27T12:20:00.000-04:00

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.

NYC=broke, camping=bitten by insects

2006-07-26T09:57:00.000-04:00

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.

as per vengelyne's request

2006-07-23T23:11:00.000-04:00

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.

because I'm starving to death

2006-07-21T14:06:00.000-04:00

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 =)

ah crap

2006-07-20T16:21:00.000-04:00

...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.

If I had $500 lying around....

2006-07-19T22:46:00.000-04:00

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

money makes the world go round

2006-07-18T11:36:00.000-04:00

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...

House party pictures

2006-07-16T13:07:00.000-04:00

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

Oh joy! A raise!

2006-07-14T11:05:00.000-04:00

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 =)

hmm

2006-07-12T10:30:00.000-04:00

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 =)

2006-07-11T13:06:00.000-04:00

Chappelle's Show Lost Episodes 1 Part 5

I almost DIED laughing!

Missing pic from the Italy vs. Germany game + jazz fest?

2006-07-10T20:43:00.000-04:00

Italy winning the cup: me getting home at 7:50am and leaving for work at 8:30am... yawn

2006-07-10T13:48:00.000-04:00

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

2006-07-09T12:26:00.000-04:00

Main stage

The boys

Dany "The Ladie's Man"

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

Jazz Fest

2006-07-09T12:18:00.000-04:00

Unfortunatly, I didn't go as often as I should have this year, but what can you do?

I did go see Gonzalo Rubalcaba, my favorite pianist. And it was and awesome show. I dragged Kathryn to it, but I think she enjoyed herself.

PS: She's going to be super pissed that I put up her photo. Love ya babe =D

I want more

2006-07-07T15:10:00.000-04:00

I was so freaked out about the whole money situation that I reopened my monster.ca account.

I got a call this morning from a nice-sounding lady who said "I have an AWESOME job for YOU" I said "what?" she said "Personal gift basket maker" I said "Bye" I then proceeded to close it again.

Honestly! A degree in tourism management, 2 years experience in Freight Forwarding and Brokerage + certification and one year and a bit in Industrial Real Estate and you want me to make fucking baskets!?

What am I? Bloody Martha freaking Stuart? I'm 20 goddammit! Not 60!

And anyways, an AWESOME job for ME would be like, getting paid to wear designer shoes or travelling with George Clooney (and sharing the same bed) or licking Rupert Friend's chest (while sharing the same bed), or making out with Jake Gyllenhaal + other benefits (not always in a bed). But baskets? C'mon now.

Arg. So I didn't find the money. So I'm kinda stressed and constantly breathing hard and feeling my face in a frantic attempt to see if there's a vein sticking out on my forhead (so far so good).

If I make it through the day without getting "the call I'm dreading" I won't need it.

t-minus 1 hour and 40 minutes.

hell

2006-07-06T11:37:00.000-04:00

I am in hell.

I have to find 100 bucks by tomorrow morning.

I have no money until next friday.

I am being deducted 2 days pay as I was absent for 2 days last week (medical procedure).

I've had bad news following this event.

What the fuck am I going to do?!

Itsa celebration bitches! Enjoy yoselves!

2006-07-05T12:18:00.000-04:00

a girl can dream dammit!

2006-07-05T11:50:00.000-04:00

I had the weirdest (but pleasant) dream last night...

And it involves Jake Gyllenhaal. Which is weird because last time I thought of him, is because I had just watched Jarhead...like in APRIL. He's soooooo yummy *drool* HEY, I may be 20, but nobody said I had to be mature!

SHUT URRRRRP

I'm tired and thinking about his dreamy self makes me feel slightly less nauseous. So that's my excuse, thankyouverymuch. *runs*

the finals

2006-07-05T09:43:00.000-04:00

I watched the game with my boss and an assortment of VPs from my company yesterday.

When we won, I cried.

I then proceeded to go to little Italy, party until 11pm, then go home, where many family members got in contact with me, came over, got drunk with me, ate all my food (a good way to lose weight?) and finally left around 4am.

I'm so bloody tired. Ugh. And hungover. I'm never, EVER drinking again.

Also, I was late for work this morning, all because of Debs. You! *points* I missed my bus!

But it's ok cause my boss is in a meeting, and is none the wiser.

Imma go sleep under my desk now.

Nighty night.

2006-07-04T11:35:00.000-04:00

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

I stole this from Bailey, but I love peanut butter jelly time!

yay!

picking at flaws?

2006-07-03T22:56:00.000-04:00

I'm sort of seeing someone.

Actually no I'm not "seeing", I have no idea what I'm doing with this person. None whatsoever.

Some times, I'll have nice men (as opposed to the dicks that usually hover) wanting me, but I'll find one flaw, or many, and pick at them until I realized that I cannot date them.

Mind you, I have soooooooooooo many flaws. But I've been doing this kind of thing since last summer. Since the Nacos debacle. Right after me and Marc-Antoni broke it off. Right after me and Matt broke off our two year relationship. Is it some sort of self-preservation crap? If it is, how do I stop it? I see myself picking away at flaws like a scab, and I know it's wrong, but I can't stop. I get lonely, sometimes. Mostly when I see Eric and Kat. They aren't perfect (they're human!) but they deal with it, and love each other soooooooo much. I'm envious, always.

Now, you know how men judge women's bodies, boobs, ass, etc.? Well, we also judge bodies, boobs (lack of a must), ass, penis size... *ahem*

The person I'm...the person I don't know what I am with, well uhh. I kinda saw it. We were fooling around, right? And he whips is out right? And uh. (I'm sure Kat is laughing her ass off)

It was really small. Like, I certainly do NOT in ANY WAY have the perfect body. I'm average. I'm a size 4, so like, yeah, not skinny nor fat. But... I just sat on my bed, staring at it. For like, 40 seconds, at least.

I'm... Okay, we didn't have sex (yes, I'm a good girl *ahem*) But I was... taken aback. It's just, it was... one inch.

One inch, aroused.

I own a fucking rabbit! And that shit's the BOMB! AND I'm planning on becoming rich and buying JeJoue! How am I going to feel anything? Oh god. I'm such a bad person. I haven't even had sex with him yet. Maybe he's awesome in bed.

But it doesn't bode well.

Edit:

Okay, Bailey tried to help:

Monika says:
do i sound like an evil woman?

Bailey says:
ok is this guy perfect otherwise or is this issue just too big (no pun intended) to neglect?

Monika says:
...

Monika says:
he kisses really badly

Bailey says:
im guessing if you have issues now they'd only grow later, so go with your gut

Monika says:
oh crap

my third arm

2006-06-29T11:13:00.000-04:00

I was reading Bailey's blog about his relationship with music, and it got me to thinking about how my life would be like without it.

Boring. As. Hell. I wouldn't know how to dance, how to love, how to deal with pain, how to stay away from men who are cheesy, how to be independent.

How to be happy.

Also, I would probably have forgotten many moments in my life which make me me.

Like, the Fine Youg Cannibals. My dad had the tape, and we used to listen to it on max volume in his old '81 Jetta, singing in tonedeaf-ness oblivion. That was before he met my evil step mom. After that, we could never listen to music. If we did it was "I have a headache" or the Spice Girls. It was hard for me, I grew up with Led Zep, FYC, The Beatles... Not some pop crap. Ew much.

I also remember, growing up, I was the only white kid on our street, and I would stand on top of cardboard mats, wearing leggings, flat white Reebox sneakers or British Knights and neon pink legwarmers over them, trying to breakdance while listening to UB40's Sweat. We also did the same with MC Hammer and Salt 'n Peppa, Coolio...

I remember when me and dad moved to Westmount, and our ceilings were over 20 feet high, and I'd lie on the hardwood floor in the living room, and listen to Midnight Oil, Talking Heads and Donovan while trying to reach for the sky.

Music is such a big part of my life. It's made friendships tighter (me and kat and queen). It's made me deal with pain when my heart got broken (repeatedly), it's made me laugh.

Specific songs make me think of specific people. My Humps, Black Eyed Peas: that's Kathryn. Only You, 112 feat Biggie & Puff: Destin. Babe I'm Gonna Leave You, Led Zep: Chris. Beds are Burning, Midnight Oil: My mom. Sowing the Seeds of Love, Tears for Fears: my step-dad Dany. Dazed & Confused, Led Zep: Eric. The Beatles: Ballads: every song from that record makes me think of my Dad.

Movies about music...Pink Floyd: Live in Pompeii, I know this sounds cheesy but Save the Last Dance as well. I remember wanting to get up and dance in the theater when I saw it, and subsequently bought the CD.

Dinner Party

2006-06-28T16:13:00.000-04:00

Jonny's friend Zack, druuuuuuuunk

Cheers! More shots of Jameson

Scott was angry cuz Shawn kept pouring and making him do shots (see Shawn's smirk)

The piece de resistance

Scott, Kristina, Jonny (sex was one of the courses)

It was a success! Bloody good fun actually.

We were 7, and had 6 bottles of wine, 1 bottle of Jameson, and 1 bottle of dessert wine.

THEN we stumbled to the pub, for yet more drinking.

Note: I'm not pictured, because I was pissed drunk and wouldn't relinquish the camera. I also woke up with Shawn in my bed, both of us fully dressed (we didn't have sex, we just slept, lol) He was more drunk than me, but insisted on walking (stumbling) me home, but then sat on my bed and passed out cold. I followed suit. Hell of a night!

ooo

2006-06-26T22:30:00.000-04:00

Ooooooh

The Dormitory Boys put my link of their eggroll! I mean blogroll!

I'm so flattered =D

arg!

2006-06-26T15:40:00.000-04:00

Oh my god.

I got a threatening letter from the government saying that I owe them $767.41

Why? Why?

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Don't have $767.41

My accountant is on vacation until the 15th of July, and in their pompous letter they say that if I don't pay them right away, they'll charge me interest!

Why? Why? Why?

And my Nonna (grandmother in Italian) just called me because aparently my cousin Sabrina saw me on St-Laurent blvd on Saturday night (the street was closed because of the Formula 1 race, so clubs spilled onto the streets in manner of big party) and I was dressed like...uhh well... I had a v. short skirt, high top and v. high heels (clubbing wear!). Anyways, she told her ma, who told her ma, who told my Nonna, who called me and told me off because aparently nobody will marry me if I dress like a whore.

In my defense, I wasn't dressed like a whore, I was CLUBBING.

Anyways, she said I should think about the Virgin Mary (did I mention I'm an atheist?).

No. of reflections about the meaning of the virgin birth: 0
No. of years since self was virgin: hmmm

3 day weekend overall

2006-06-26T14:13:00.000-04:00

Friday: Slow.

Saturday: Slow, then fast, then FUN!

Sunday: Fast, faster, fast, chilling, slow.

Yeah I know, I'm lazy, I haven't decided what I should write about.

Rupert Watch:

Days since saw him: 7
No. times he's called: 0 (poor)
Number of times called cell to check if it was still working: 5 (v. bad)

Beer fest pics, posted ridiculously late

2006-06-24T14:21:00.000-04:00

Me and Ray (I'm sooooo drunk)

Ray playing guitar

Gettin' jiggy with it

2006-06-22T20:52:00.000-04:00

Nanananananana, nananananana gettin' jiggy with it.

Okay okay. I know, we're sad. BUT, in my defense (not Greg's) I'm tired, don't wanna dress like a slut to go out and am poor.

Stage 2, Round of 16

2006-06-22T12:06:00.000-04:00

WE WON!

FORZA AZZURRI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what is that!? DON'T TOUCH ME WITH IT!

2006-06-21T10:59:00.000-04:00

Blech.

I saw my buddy Mike last night. He's visiting from Sicilly for 1 week... What a waste of money!

He has a boy-toy in Palermo (they have to be very hush-hush about it, people aren't up to date), but had some fun before coming to meet me "To relieve myself from stress" he says. "hmm" says I.

We went to Starbucks just down the street from my place. Everything was fine, we ordered our non-fat, no-whip, can't-figure-out-what-I-ordered-by-the-end-of-it coffee, and went to sit outside.

Then something happened.

I'm not homophobic by any means. Mike's like my brother. I mean, I broke a kid's nose when we were kids because he was making fun of Mike and calling him a pouf. He deserved it, little bastard. I have lots of gay friends.

I would have had the same reaction if say, Kathryn pulled the same shit on me. It was so horrible... Deep breaths. Okay, here I go.

He coughed...A lot. Like he was choking. In fact, he was doing the same thing that cats do. Hacking.

Now, remember how I said he has "fun" before meeting me? (Lucky bastard! What about ME!?) Well:

He finally stuck his fingers in his mouth, and removed a clump of say, about 6-7 long, curly, thick hair. Upon closer inspection (he did it) it was revealed that the clump was composed of pubic hair.

Long. Thick. Black. Curly. Pubic hair.

His "fun" man's pubic hair.

What the hell? C'mon guys, if I have the GUTS to go to the estitician once every few weeks, and get most of it waxed off, can't you do the same? Can you at least TRIM the goddamned jungle??!!

This clump of alien pubic hairs wasn't what shocked me into saying the "DON'T TOUCH ME WITH IT" line. It was what unfolded next.

He proceeded to pick it up by using 2 straws and coming VERY CLOSE to my face with them. He thought it was funny. He's all "C'mon, you've touched men's pubes before, I KNOW this for a fact" I'm all "Yeah but I didn't swallow a jungle, hack it up over coffee with a friend hours later, and try to touch my friend with it. They are ALIEN pubic hairs".

So great was my distress, that when the clump made a too-close-for-comfort pass by my cheek, I jumped up, and sprayed an innocent (cute) bystander. Not on purpose mind you (I swear).

He had overheard the convo, and was sympathetic to my cause, even enough to forgive the coffee shower, and to tell Mike to leave me alone. Mike asked him to join us, which to my surprise he did. He was v. cute actually. Mike was shamelessly whoring himself out to him (his name is Rupert, like Rupert Friend! *drool*) , and I was sure he way gay. I mean, cute, takes care of his body, well dressed, as big a fan of Dan Savage as we are, and I thought he was flirting back with Mike. So I felt like a third wheel.

When I announced my departure, he looked sad, and then said he'd walk me home (mind you, I live 1 block away, I told him so). Mike looked crushed, but his pubic-hair-shedding-shag called him up for a replay. So we said goodbye. I was a bit embarrassed because I had tears in my eyes when Mike and I said goodbye, we might no see each other for months.

Rupert walked me home, was a total sweetheart, and I kissed him on the cheek. He asked for my number, which I (alfter stopping myself from jumping up and down screaming YES! YESSSSSSSSS!) graciously supplied.

When he left, I did a dance in the lobby of my building, only to be caught by Crazy Lady's psycho Crazy Husband. He asked if he could join.

Why me? Why? Why? After I unlocked the door I made a run for it. Only when I closed my door and put the chain on did I feel safe from dirty paws of Crazy Lady's Husband.

Hell of a night.

World Cup fever

2006-06-19T11:08:00.000-04:00

I have only missed 1 game so far (Germany vs Poland). I've seen every other match live.

How? I've got this program on my cpu at the office that plays the live games direct from ESPN2. I know I should be working, but it's my favorite sport, which I follow all year long, and it's my right! I spend more of my time watching the Italian, South American and British national football (and by football I mean it by the real term, not "soccer" as dubbed by Americans) leagues than anything else.

My pics are:

1-Argentina
2-Italy
3-England

When I watched the game on Saturday (ITALY vs USA), I had my family from Florence live on my laptop thanks to Skype. So we could all discuss while we watched.

I know, Zaccardo scored in our net. It was a stupid mistake, and now had 99% of the worlds Italians wanting to kill him.

But.

We scored a goal.

The USA did not. Not one. They have not scored a single goal in this tournament.

I rest my point. We had to GIVE them a goal in order to get them a POINT. If it wasn't for Zaccardo, they would be eliminated. HAHA!

Another thing, the goal that was "offside" made by Gattuso was good! Even the announcer saw it on the replay. WTF?! The one made later by the USA was blatantly so, but not ours. *sigh*

I can't wait for the 3pm game, Spain is playing!

Also, tonight is Game 7 for the Stanley Cup Finals. Tonight is the night! GO OILERS! If they play as well as they played on Saturday, it'll be a piece of cake! GO BOYS!

Spinning round and round and round....

2006-06-15T09:59:00.000-04:00

I am so wrecked. I went to the Orchard last night, and ran the highest tab in my history of going there. I was so drunk. Soooooo drunk.

I met this guy Colin who has moved here from Scotland (no, nothing romantic about it, we were talking about his wife a lot, aparently she's a sweetheart =D ). Then we watched Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and THANK GOD the Oilers won. We still have hope to win the cup!

Destin came to meet me, and thought it was funny to poke me, although I don't remember much... I think he walked me home.

Maybe.

Anyways, I woke up with a really bad baaaaad hangover. I feel like I'm going to die. I usually drink a lot of water when I have Guinness, so that I reduce the pain the next morning. But I forgot.

I'm so hungover =(

mid-week disapointment

2006-06-14T15:26:00.000-04:00

I've been working like crazy at the office.

I've been working on a special project with my boss for over a month now, and have worked 13 hour days, nothing special.

Yesterday though, I was in the office at 8am, and left at 8pm. I also did not have a lunch break. I am DYING. I rushed like a mad woman all day yesterday, and was in the office this morning at 7am.

And then I got the call. The client's assistant. He's decided to cancel our meeting (which was going to take place in 3 hours) and said he'd be in touch at the end of the summer.

Fucking wanker.

All that work, and for what? The things we canvassed in the motherfucking 300 page report will be sold by that time. And Ill have to start all over again.

Last night, as I waited for my boss, I found a step machine on Craigslist, for $30!!! I found one in an online stores for over $100!!! Talk about a sale. So I called up the lady, agreed to go see it at 9pm, and asked Greg to give me a ride (as payment I had to make him his Kraft Dinner *yuk*). I got there just as these two guys were loading up a bbq. Apparently, it was a double hit night for Craigslisters! The lady, Cindy, said she tried to time it so that we would all get there at the same time and meet. She was hoping to make a missed connection. Lol!

The bloody thing weighs a ton! I dragged it up the 2 flights of stairs, while Greg laughed at me. He got fed up (I was blocking the stairs) and picked it up and brought it in the apartment. Thanks a lot buddy.

Tonight is my weekly Old Orchard hang out night. Actually, that's a lie, because I go Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Wow. That's a lot, come to think of it.

Tomorrow I'm going to IKEA with my dad and picking up my table and 4 chairs, and a couple of pretty serving dishes. We're then heading back to my place for chinese. I think it's going to be the first time in 8-9 years that we've spent more than 2 hours together. Alone. Without his wife.

The New World

2006-06-12T19:30:00.000-04:00

I just finished watching The New World. I wasn't sure about it at first, I was kind of put off with the idea of another telling of Pocahontas.

I was so wrong.

It is one of the most beautiful movies I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. A real treat. Not only for the eyes, but for the ears as well. James Honer wrote the soundtrack, and it's beautiful.

The story... The emotion... It truly is a beautiful movie. I was in tears most of the time. Happy tears, sad tears.

It got me to think, that I will probably never experience love like that. People were so committed to each other... They stuck with each other, for better or worse, until the problems, if any, were resolved.

They lived simply... There weren't so many rules for dating, and conduct, and dress. You could be yourself. You could just...be.

I wish that I can maybe be blessed with that kind of unconditional love someday.

Although I'm not holding my breath. And why should I? There are thousands and thousands of prettier, smarter, funner girls than me out there, and I seem to only attract older men, and blatant assholes. Men who just want to use and abuse, not learn and grow.

But, it's because of me. It's always been me.

bloody rain

2006-06-08T15:12:00.000-04:00

So,

After the Miu Miu crazy purchase which has left my bank account reeling and go into hiding (it's licking it's wounds), me and Jonny have decided to have a dinner party.

I've sold my couch to a nice lady (she's coming to pick it up tonight) because it was pointless to have it lying around in the dining room, neglected and shunned (it hasn't forgiven me for preffering Greg's shmancy fancy Bahaus couches). With that money, I shall prance (most probably not) to IKEA and get a table and 4 chairs. An extendable tabel, no less.

I had a bad day at work yesterday, and went to the pub 4 hours earlier than usual (5:30pm) and proceeded to get v. drunk, v. fast. But that's okay 'cause Jonny was bartending and I was at the bar, so I wasn't hit on by creeps.

Shawn (the other bartender) was there. He's v. cute and I have discovered (annoyingly) that I have a crush on him. I have not had a crush in many many years (high school *shiver*). I feel like a total retard, but what can ya do. We are friends and that's how it's gonna stay. He left after a while, and me and Jonny got down to business.

The grand affair will be on June 22nd. I've taken the afternoon off. And I have a doc appointment the next morning so I can be sorta hungover.

The menu shall be (tentative, I'm poor):

Starters:

Spicy Gazpacho.
Grilled mango wrapped in prociutto.
Seared scallops with lemon thyme.
Smoked mussels (maybe).
Freshly shucked oysters.

Main:

Osso bucco.
Mushroom risotto.
Seared greens in a rosemary-balsamic coulis.

Dessert:

Some kind of sorbet (lemon, raspberry).
Port served in little chocolate shot glasses.

Okay, there is no denying that the final tally will be of around $150, BUT we will be making a wine list and out three guests will HAVE to buy 2 bottles EACH at LEAST.

Stingy bastards.

lame excuse

2006-06-06T12:41:00.000-04:00

Okay, okay.

I know! I'm sorry, it's been a week almost...which is the longest interval between posts I've had, so chiiiillllll.

To be honest, stuff has been going on, but I don't really feel like writing about it.

I'm crazy busy at work, I just spent 400 bucks on a pair of Miu Miu shoes, and I got so drunk at the beer fest last friday that I forgot my name when this cute guy asked me out.

Ah well.

I'll post something more coherent later, but here's a tidbit:

Last thursday, Cas made me go to bingo with him. And it was scary, stressful, but fun in a sad way. It's like the bingo people are their own type of community: really fat, really old, and with their own brands of specialized comfort-grip equiped Bingo Pens thingies.

At Rob's request...

2006-05-30T09:51:00.000-04:00

haven't thought of a title yet

2006-05-29T12:27:00.000-04:00

Weekend was okay.

It's gorgeous out... Well was, it was sunny, and above 25 Sat and Sun. Today, it's 28 but we're supposed to get thunderstorms today, tomorrow, wednesday and thursday.

Nice one.

Saturday I managed to get Greg off his ass and outside to the Old Port. We had sangria and sat under the sun and scoped out the merchandise (i.e. me for men, him for women). However, the fact that we were sitting together made it difficult. Men would smile at me but then see him and they'd hurry off. We've decided to get temporary tattoos that say "Not with this guy" or "We live together, but don't sleep together".

We went back to Monkland to meet Greg's sis (I forgot her name, but she's real sweet) and went to Typhoons, then home to nap for a few hours. I dragged his ass again to the Old Orchard, and we were lucky, because Shawn was bartending, and I have a soft spot for him. Who am I kidding, I was drooling, to Greg's amusement.

My buddy Zucchi came too, and that was nice, we hadn't seen each other in a while. We went back to my place, popped on Reign of Fire and we both fell asleep 20 minutes in (mind you, it was around 3am)

Sunday I went to my mum's place. She had come back from a mini-break in NYC, and brought me back a gift that I think is totally AWESOME.

It's an umbrella from the Metropolitan, and it's got period shoes all over it!

Totally me!

Also, I've been feeling unatractive, lonely, and un-loved so since shopping is my pick-me-up, I've decided to go buy the Sex and the City complete seasons box. I can't wait!

lonely Friday night

2006-05-26T20:41:00.000-04:00

Nobody loves me.

It's friday night, and I'm at home alone with my roommate who's playing a computer game. Everybody cancelled on me because of the weather. Nobody loves me enough to brave the rain.

I'm so lonely.

Da Vinci Code? It blows

2006-05-24T10:41:00.000-04:00

Went to see the Da Vinci Code with Kat and some of her classmates.

Boy, what a waste of $10.95. I effectively ruined the movie for myself by reading the book and knew all the punch lines and answers to the riddles. Also, what is the deal with Audrey Tatou looking perfect even after she's been kneeling on the dirty wet chapel floor (her knees were magically white and smooth once she got up) and when it's a wind storm at the end, and her hair is blown away, it magically stay in place. Thanks Hollywood!

Bah! I guess I'm jelous 'cause when I kneel in the dirt my knees get dirty and when it's really windy my hair is all over the place.

I had a lot of fun. I know that her buddies are in university, but it was nice to have smart conversations for a change. Usually the boys talk about:

Sex
Hot women they want to fuck but have no chance with
Average women they think they can fuck (but they can't)
Sex
Family Guy
The impending smoking ban (7 days)
Beer
Sex
The beer festival
Family Guy
The chance of having sex with a drunk hot girl at the beer festival
Cost of beer
Sex

You get my drift?

later

What was I talking about? Oh right.

So yeah, I had a lot of fun... They were a very cool bunch, and I'm glad Kat asked me to go.

The one thing I regret more than anything in my life is the fact that I didn't get the university experience... I didn't get to meet people my own age. A lot of friendship are made in those years and I won't get that opportunity. Which bums me out....

I'm outgoing, I've met people who are now good friends in all kinds of places (like the bus), but I wish I could meet more people. The more people you know, the more different views of life you get exposed to, and I think that is a vital element to growing, as a person. Being exposed to all kinds of views and cultures, what could be better?

Anywho... I have work to do, but I'm just really happy about last night (except for the movie), I had fun =)

later

...

Well, after clicking on a link supplied by Rob , I discovered the way I'll die:

While in a hardware store, a strange man picks up an axe and attacks you with it, dismembering your body.

Kinda creepy... If you wanna find out how you die, just click . Thanks Rob!

Strike Two

Endings, beginnings, etc

Craptastic: Berlusconi strikes again!

end of an experience

Holy shit. Wins are awesome but riots are not!

TRICOLORE JUSQU'AU BOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

integration

email correspondance with my mother

Recap

just arrived

rushing to the finish line

this is really happening

the wheels are in mid-roll

when the child turns into the parent

Not so bad Monday

Ohhh the block

I'm back!...not really

so...

origami in the city

the mad scramble

fake hiatus

I'm stuck

okay, NO

uninspired, unmotivated, unloved

I skipped the part about love, it seems so silly and low, low, low, low

enough is enough

piknic des neiges

pickled liver

New Years Resolutions

Office party

Sleepless in Montreal

about to be bald

I was having my first cup of coffee and...

what is there to update about?

Borat and blind dinning, a review

here's to not poking my eye with my fork

2 days, 3 nights, 5 hours of sleep, 0 sanity

how to write when not inspired?

shaddap, I'm uninspired, not happy and lazy

21 years, it's all downhill from here

You see? I DO do cultural things

This just in

I banged that cowbell good

I beg your pardon?

you're FUCKING kidding me

kinda depressed

huh? I should stop "borrowing"

I know I haven't been online but

shock

Shooting at Dawson College

tempus fugit

weekend: supper, sex, and grades

boring

recap

Moved in

cripes, my saturday, rated M parts not included

because I CAN steal it from her

NYC

better

about to be homeless

Camping? Ah shit

NYC=broke, camping=bitten by insects

as per vengelyne's request

because I'm starving to death

ah crap

If I had $500 lying around....

money makes the world go round

House party pictures

Oh joy! A raise!

hmm

Missing pic from the Italy vs. Germany game + jazz fest?

Italy winning the cup: me getting home at 7:50am and leaving for work at 8:30am... *yawn*

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

Jazz Fest

I want more

hell

Itsa celebration bitches! Enjoy yoselves!

a girl can dream dammit!

the finals

picking at flaws?

Italy winning the cup: me getting home at 7:50am and leaving for work at 8:30am... yawn