go ahead,

SAY IT.

i slacked hard this month and a half ish. i miss blogging. ranting, raving, talking shit.
BACK IN BUISNESS BITCHES.

so much has been going on in my life, im not really sure where to start. i'd compose a list in order of most recent going-ons but the month of june has literally been a big mother of a blur.
i moved. CIAO brooklyn. it was a hell of a move too. i through out literally everything and people were outside my place going through the boxes like little rats. just snatching all my designer duds. i thought i wanted to leave but as soon as i was gone i missed everything about it.
walking miles, chuck, deals, a place to call my own, my bed, even the polskis.
my parents came and hauled ass with me to my room in the city. my dad chirped me the whole time about having too much stuff. i just cried and said he didn't understand the pain of giving up perfectly good hardly worn shoes to people i didn't know.

but here i am! midtown manhattan living with the queen of crazies! like today for instance.. i walk in with tribal church choir music blaring. or the other day, when she told me she'd like to die in india. and they'd hate me in india because i like to be clean.

EXCUSE ME FOR WANTING TO BE HYGENIC. KILL ME.
i'll be out of here in 8 ish days, if not sooner.

i can already tell this summer is gunna be off the chain. fourth of july alone is gonna be nothing short of EPIC.
its already hotter than saaaaauna here and i CANT EVEN WAIT for it to get worse!
i feel like it'll be good for me to be here for the summer. things happen here. people get IT INNNNN.
i also love my friends, and my main squeeze and my life here.
the other day i pounded the pavement and went to like 14 castings. perrrrrrty sure i got the cover of an up and coming art mag in soho. fucking YES. HERE WE GO.
i want this so bad i've decided. i'm not gonna stop until i feel like i've done what i set out to do. new york does that to you. it gives you a large dose of how hard life is and then slaps you in the face until you make something of yourself. im more determined then ever to do something here whether it be bigtime or just not. i want this more than i even thought.

im surrounded by the best people. i have the best friends and people that care about me and i'm beyond fortunate for all of that.

HIATUS=

officially over! one can only stop da blogging for so long!
i find that when i blog at airports my ideas just flow way more smoothly. either that or i'm not constantly competing with shittyass internet like i am in brooklyn!
anywhoozen, i have a shit ton to catch all 11 followers up on! BIG THANGS TO SPEAK ABOOT.

i'm headed to canada, for my birthday, which is on saturday, so get ready to party, whiskey and strongbow style.
last friday night my friendies all threw me a hello kitty themed surprise party! every single thing was hello kitty. I KNOW YOUR JEALOUS.


I HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER.

i was so close to tears. honestly, that was the best thing i've ever gotten. just to have all my amigos there, drinking to the point of black-out status, and having to spend 6 hours cleaning my apartment the next day. cor took me to sushi samba before te party and then we went back to my place. they were all crammed in my apartment.
I EVEN GOT A HELLO KITTY DELICIOUS CAKE!

thanks guys. you made my birthday!

all for all the nades, you better own up to your friendship status! TWENTY IS A BIG YEAR.
i kiddddd i kiddddd.

i've been doing a ton of modeling lately which is so exciting. last weekend i did a vogue inspired shoot in long island. we did it in a botanical garden and i pranced around in couture gowns a designer threw me in. needless to say i was in my element. aaaaaaand she gave me a brand new pair of beautiful shoes!
LOVE MY LIFE.

two weeks from now i'm going to boston for a charity fashion show. i get to walk in it and feature in a magazine which is probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time. cor and i are going with danielle and krissssay. it's gonna be a drunken festival, NO DOUBT.
things like this make me hate the fact even more that i'm leaving for the summer. theres so much i need/want/have to be doing here!

i know it was short and sweet but i needed to update!
LEAVING ONNA JET PLANE. SEE YOU IN A HOT MINUTE CANADAAAA!

dear diary;

i need a vacation.
and for it to get hot out! it's supposed to be 85 on saturday. i'm supposed to work a jewellery trade show saturday. just my luck.

operation find a closet for less than 500 bones has begun! i found a place i think. i'm sure it'll be just big enough to sleep standing up and maybe fit a few pairs of shoes. the lady also said i can't have sleepovers which is going to be a big problem. it's not my fault i'm a born cuddler. i need to sleep beside someone, i just do. she's older so she probably thinks i'm going to bring boys home. little does she know i'm over boys and everyone knows boys don't go for gingers.

TWO WEEKS UNTIL I GO HOOOOOME. this time i'm excited! mostly to not remember anything while i'm there! hitting the duty free the second i cross that beautiful border.

i also decided that i owe it to myself to do some serious shopping before i come home. i called my mom today and told her to put my life savings in my account! let the good times roll. it's not like i need anything but i'm sick of budgeting and shopping at deals and target and coupon cutting. i'm sick of it. i feel like i deserve to go a little nuts. AND GO NUTS I WILL.

i'm so excited for summer. not going back to niagara, but for the weather and for all the summer time wonders.
i made a list of things i want to do. this list didn't include sleeping as i feel i need to monitor my free time in the best way possible.
1. campfires! and camping for that matter! there is no better smell than a blazing FIYAA.
2. peaches. i love peaches.
3. drinkdrinkdrink.rumrumrum.
4. rock the bells? perhaps?
5. find a job that allows for me to make bank. in a hurry.
6. start gambling. because really the chino is dope. free beverages, great oxygen flow, and a great place to meet new friends with possible gambling addictions.
7. start running
8. come back to new york for a week and hit up the hamptons. it's how i do.
9. palm bitch? maybe? if the cheddz is in my favor.
10. roadtrip with kynna.
11. cherry pick.
12. have a backyard fiesta!
13. forget the fact that i'm still in school. and still need to be doing work online while basking in sweet summertime.
14. make each and everyone of my friends a t-shirt that best represents our friendship.
15. blog everyday.
16. meet boys that don't treat me like dog's dinner and proceed to have a beautiful summer fling.
17. kick my serious bubblegum addiction.
18. patio it up at every dive bar st. catharines has to offer.
19. swim everyday..in pools that i B& E into. bad to the asssssss.
20. forget the fact that i'm away from my big city princess corrrrboo.
21. find a dope ass new apartment in the city to move into come september.
22. hangout with my mom as much as possible.
23. make my sister hate me less.
24. make a concious effort to not get a 3rd degree burn this year. SPF 32908234098. YESSS.
25. not have a cellphone.
26. cheapgreeeeeeen.
27. grow my hair as long as i can without looking amazonwoman-esque.
28. make ammends with all the people that are haters.
29. tequila.
30. have a 4th of july party! cause why not!
31. FIND WORLD PEACE.

>.<

my throat is starting to tickle. not good, not goooooood. someone needs to get more than 2 1/2 hours of z's! (i say zee now not zed) i also say soda now, not pop.
weird!

AMERICA, FUCK YA.

17 DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY.

it's saturday night,

and it feels so good to be doing absolutely nothing except watch iron chef in my christmas pyjamas.
i woke up this morning trying to figure out what day it was.
TOO. MUCH. ALCOHOL.


lately i've been having really large spurts of bad luck. this includes:
1.losing a twenty.
2.almost twisting my ankle walking on cobblestone in 6 inch heels. (BEWARE LADIES. IT'S AS PAINFUL AS CHILD BIRTH. IM GUESSING)
3.getting a misdemeanor.
4.making my bestfriend pee her pants.
5.attracting every single male pathological liar on planet earth!
siiiiiiiigh.

that's why i hangout with homo's for the most part. they don't bring the drama, they ARE the drama and it's fabulous! i'm so over playing games. none of this would even be a problem if jake gyllenhaul would just date me.

i'm starting a new business. it's called yumyums; a cupcake company! this city is the cupcake capital. soon it'll be an oddity for people to come here to experience new york's pizza or cheesecake, but instead frosted delightful whittle cupcakes! i'm gonna sell them in union square and people are gonna BUY EM. fingers crossed the cops don't catch on because i'm guessing selling food without a permit in short shorts is illegal.
this bitch does not need another fine.

my birthday is in three short weeks which is really putting the pressure on.
every year i stressss the importance of a perfect birthday outfit. i already found the shoes. now the dress.
i went to top shop today for inspiration/another reason to hate the fact that i'm broke.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BEAUTIFUL IN THAT STORE?


usually kanye pisses me right off. but this jam is so good.

love santogold.


oh my sweet baby jesus. this is possible the most disgusting thing i have ever seen.
i dunno if this exists in canada, but here in the land of the deepfryer, KFC is selling a chicken sandwich sans a bun.
TWO CHICKEN SLABS with BACON and CHEESE and MAYOOONASTY.
on top of that recipe for cardiac arrest, somebody decided to put it in between a glazed donut.

see below.



why...








this is possibly the most bizarre thing i've ever seen. this dude was standing here for hours with this sign the other day.
CLICK TO ENLARGE
megan, if you're reading this, he learned his lesson aaaand his pride is officially shot to hell.

gettagrip

well don't i wish i went to coachella 2010!
gorillaz, MUSE, LCD soundsystem, de la soul, COOoOoheed, JIGGAMAN.

so beaaaaaauty.

CAN THEY PLEASE PROCREATE ALREADY.

yesterday was such a shitty day;
GURU passed, RIP.
it was 420 and i didn't even light one up aaaaaand i had a crater of a blister all friggan day.
i did find three dollars on the ground though! thank you to whomever bought me a venti! mucho appreciated!

i've decided that after i finished my AA degree in march, i'm going to (attempt) to move to Cali to finish my BA. I've been applying to FIDM, a pretty decent fashion school out in San Fran. With luck i'll get in and be a WEST COAST GAL. i feel like now's my only time to just shoot the shit and move around. i know a few people out there and i think it'd be dope to explore california in all it's sunshine and sandal wearing glory! I figure i'm gonna spend the most, if not the rest of my life working in NYC so why not experience a different place while i'm a youngin'(and my parents are supporting me. teehee)



INCASE A REMINDER IS NECESSARY, BIRTHDAY IS TMINUS 24 BIG ONNNNNES.
i booked my flight for May 12th. so pumped to see all my naders!

hehehehehehe.

warning:

what you are about to read might get you in the mood to hit me.
and/or be extremely jealous of my life..and/orthink i'm being a snob.

i fucking love new york city.

you know what though? i worked hard to live here. i served chicken day in and day out to save a small and almost worthless amount of benjamins.
i left a shitty canadian university and hated my life for months and couldn't wait to escape.
i planned on this shit for a long time.

so sit there and be jealous.

needless to say i'm not living luxuriously. i over drafted the other day and blew my bank account in charges. i curse the day i was born every time i need to get up at 6 30 and hike to the subway when i'd rather be in bed. i whine and complain because i walk everywhere and because my feet hurt and because my bestfriend(s) had to leave and because my life isn't simple all the time.
you know what though?
i don't care if i'm 2498423098234 trillion dollar in debt.
MY LIFE ROOLS.
HARD.

i've been reading a really awesome book lately entitled "you are young, broke and beautiful"
it gives shout outs to all the dope places in this city. it goes through every borough and highlights the best and most economically saaavy places to dine, shop, see and experience. it talks about the mystique and awesomness of everything new york. it even talks about Palace Fried Chicken, the piece of shit fried chicken place right near my place. it's hilarious, it's innovative and it's the real new york.
you don't need to be loaded to have a good time here. you don't need a blackberry, you don't need marc by marc jacobs everything and you don't need to drink vitamin water with every meal. you need to walk around, talk to people and take advantage of all the free shit you can find here.
free shit=good shit.

whoever said it was glamourous to live here obviously has never experienced a winter here. or coming into contact with 14 douche bags who say rude things to you when you walk down the street wearing fishnets. i have never EVER been more stressed out in my life. i've also never had more fun in my life.

for the record, i tell everyone who will listen where i'm from.
"IM CANADIAN, EH?"
"EVERYTHINGS CLEANER IN CANADA"
"IF WE WERE IN CANADA THIS WOULDN'T BE AN ISSUE"
"NICE TO MEET YOU. I'M JULIA, AND CANADIAN."
i love my country. make no dootaboot it.

i think all new yorkers should read this book. and maybe start to smile more. i look around and everyone has bags under their eyes or a cellphone in their hand or a place they need to be.

smile. everyone's more beautiful when they smile.

CAN WE GET SOME WHEAT THINS FOR ALL THE CHEEEEEEEESE I'M DISHING OUT.

peace from the east!

RENEGADE

BIRTHDAY ALERT: t-minus a month and one day! getexcitedgetexcited!

ooooooh, the most wonderful time of the year! i kinda wanna go all out. i was thinking limo, but that's lame-o and a waste of money that i could spend on thee most ferosh birthday dress.
i was thinking tequilllllla , but then i remembered last year.
i promise i'll make it out this year friends!
that was, hands down, the most embarassing night of my life. not making it out to MY OWN birthday. kynna told everyone D&G called and i was rushed out to milan.
obvi no one believed her but the thought was there.

HOMELESSNESS ALERT: i have uuuuh a month and some to figure out where i'm going to live for the month of june.
if you have a couch, love seat or even a recliner, i'd love to throw you some loot to let me stay! just me and a suitcase!
i never thought i'd have to ask someone if i could live on their couch for a month.

IF LOVING RU PAUL IS WRONG THEN I DON'T WANNA BE RIGHT.
his show "drag race" is fucking hilarious. i don't care if you don't like drag queens! you'll love these men (women?) and their ass cheek pads. they're so pretty. i watched a marathon of episodes last night. after "growing up gotti" stop airing i thought i'd lost all hope in T.V.
thanks ru!



so taaaaaaday, i got booked to do a bridal shoot next week which is exciting. i'm getting together a meeaaaan portfolio which is exactly what i've been trying to do for the last 6 ish months. woo!

last night i saw "the last song" with miley cyrus. i don't know why exactly, but just watching her makes me wanna attack. she just bothers me.
it was decent though.a sad, typical nicholas sparks movie; teen angst, someone gets sick, someone falls in love, tears, wah, death, wah, happy ending. wah wah.
i just saved you 12 precious dollars!
still, it got me. makes you wanna find true love and all that garbage.


so POTLUCK, MY PLACE. THIS SUNDAY FRIENDS. now that i re arranged my entire place at 2 am the other night there's loads of space for a fiestafiesta! i have bruises all over my body from moving my fuckin' boat of a bed alone. i fell all over the place. i'm surprised i didn't get a complaint for playing cam'ron reaaaaaaal loud and shuffling around that late at night, but the other tenants know NOT TO MESS WITH APARTMENT NUMBER FIVE-AH.

sooooo pretty stoked for next saturday. mets game! woo! we all know i'm not even close to being a sports junky, and we'll probably have no clue what's going on, but baseball games are exciting! and so is getting beligerant! i whined about not being able to go with anyone and yooooooou got tickets!
someone knows how to light my fiiiiiya.

i think i'm gonna start blogging in pig latin. just to spice things up. make people work haaaard to read my words of wisdom!

the time has come, the walrus said.

TO TALK OF MANY THINGS.
OF SHOES AND SHIPS AND CEILING WAX. OF CABBAGES AND KINGS!
google and read that poem. do it. you won't do it. do it.


in the meantime! this weekend was nothing short of wonderful!

usually i hibernate all day on saturdays, recovering from getting in from work at 5 am oooooor from drinking too much wine. this weekend it was all about getting thangs done!
operation: carpe the SHIT outta the diem!

i also found a street full of free books when i was walking home from getting a cup o' joe! literally a street with loads and loads of free novellas! obviously i scooped up the comic books cos' i bet they'll be worth something some day. just like all my furby's and tamagotchi's and beanie babies i kept.
i'll be rollin' in the benjamins one of these days, just you wait.



really really good, genuine people are so hard to find these days. being a girl with little to no luck with stand up gents, i was happy i got to the chance to get to know you this weekend. it might've been the hummus, or the fact that your tall dark and handsome, orrrr your ridiculous charm, but i'm pretty positive i'd like to keep this gettin' to know each other a regular affair.

..and you bet your bottom dollar you'll be getting a nice packed lunch from this gingerSPYCE. and you bet your other bottom dollar that we're gonna walk that bk bridge together this week!
;]


i have wicked friends. like THEE funniest people alive. that alone, is another reason i'm so grateful i live in new york. i've met people i'll keep in my life forever. me, corinne and jermaine literally diiiiiiie laughing everytime we get together. mix my multiple quirks and fucked up lingo with corinne's cuteness/vulnerability plus jerm's just straight up I DONT GIVE A FUCK 'TUDE and we're a match made in goodtime heaven!












today! i did a shoooot in central park. sometimes i really really dislike shooting. today, was so beyond enjoyable. i honestly didn't want to stop. the pictures also turned out really nicely. JOB WELL DONE LADIES.


i was also introduced to a really gooodjam this weekend via NAVI
download 'humdrum town' by theophilus london. you won't be letdown. so catchy, so summertime, so money.





i love bodega's. i hope you americans realize the simplicity and convienence of being able to go buy brews wherever you want.
i also love how someone asked me if they could "eat my legs" today. WHAT THE DEUCE DOES THAT EVEN MEAN. i was mortified. some people are fucked beyond repair.
i also love how when i wear my huge sunglasses people think i can't see them. or that i'm not looking at them when i really am. today, on the train (where i spend a solid 88% of my day) i saw this girl literally attached herself to her man. like full on leach status. she CLUNG ON. waiting for the train, sitting on the train, getting off the train. she rubbed his arms, his hair, his legs. if i were a dude, i would hate that. some broad just velcro-ing herself to my body. especially right out in the open!

i promise i'm really not a bitter person.

i decided i'd buy myself flowers today. cause really why not. i don't see men lining up to get me a dozen tulips! i love flowers so much. they make my war zone of an apartment look so much more preeeedy!

it's about that time.

return of the ex.

i literally talked to every birdo of an ex boyfriend i've ever had today. unintentionally obvi.
SO WEIRD. i keep thinking, what did i see in you? why? how? como?
i guess it's good to look back and reflect once in a blue mooner.

today was HHHHHOT. i mean cook an egg on the sidewalk style caliente!
i was sweating buckets and chuggaluggin fluids like noboddddy's business. me and corinne just do things that don't cost money all day. window shop, try on expensive dresses, sit in bryant park, make friends, get #'s, be besties, you know.

i decided today i guess i'm gonna go back to niagara for the summer. not cos i want to, but because it's probably the only way i can afford to come back here come september. i need a job dear jeeebus! i'm putting my foot down at taking one atta call center though. and no shitty ass retail job selling expensive soaps and fragrances either. maybe i'll cherry pick. or bartend someplace.or demo at sears. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE REALLY JUST ENDLESS.

i need a man.

KICKIN IT IN THE CAN

MY HOME AND NATIVE LAAAAAND. it was good to go back for 5 days. and made me really intune and appreciative to it's many highlights.
st.catharines is so clean. i would eat my breakfast off the sidewalks.
i miss my friends so muuuuch. syd and jess and i brought it back orginial cherry platform shoes style. it was like grade 8 all over again and it rocked hard. it sounds ridiculously corny but it felt so goood to be back with them.
i also surprised kynner at her doorstep! i met her humper of a pooch.
i realized i need a chiapet/SOMEONE to talk now that i'm solo. i couldn't shut the fuck up when i was home. just a chatty kathy! i think it's lonliness..
i was re-united with my dad's concawkshions of dinners. with a good good/bad ratio of 45/55 which is improving. one time i found a sponge in my muffin. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
i spent so much time with my mom which was wonderful. she's honestly my bestfriend of life and never chirps me ever.

we went shoppppppin, and went to NOTL for a stroll, sang frank sinatra and i told her of my doings and going ons.
i literally got as many tim horton's coffees in me as possible. i mean like 8 a day type thing. WHY DOES IT TASTE SO MUCH BETTER AS SOON AS YOU CROSS THE BORDER. must be all that yayo they're cramming in it. regardless, luh delicieux!
i saw so many people i missssssed so much. I WANT YOU ALL TO VISIT ME.
i know realize i can NEVER EVER live at home again.
i remembered how much having a car made my life excessively easy and wonderful. you don't even know. imagine not having to walk a mile the minute you get out of bed. GLORIOUS.
i got my free health care on like you wouldn't believe! dentist! doctor! orthodontist! podiatrist! chiropractor! i just wanted to remember the feeling of not getting a mother of a bill for medical attention!
apparently i have been a stressball of a girl these days. and the reasoning behind my allergic reaction is stress.
the doctor advised i sit back, relax, drink cosmos, shop as much as possible, lounge at cafe's, and get regular massages.
gotta follow doc's orders!

i'm always happy to come back to new york though. i miss it when i leave. partly because everything's always open here and partly cos the city is beautiful especially right now. life is so different here. i had nothing to think about in canada. here its GOGOGOGO. FASTERFASTERFASTER. NOWNOWNOW. they both definiately have their pros and cons.

it's literally like summer weather. i'm walking around half nakey and it just feels so riiight!
yesterday marylooooper and i went for a walk in c park. it was the best way i could've even spent easter sunday! so relaxing and gorgeous out. everyone was getting their tan on. before we left for the park loops roommate told me i looked like a vampire.
needless to say i went home that night and slathered the self tanner on. THANKS FRENCHIE. I LOOK LIKE I GREASED UP AND ROLLED IN DORITOS NOW.
it's really not my fault i'm a. a ginger and b. stayed covered up during the winter.

i realized the other day that i am the ultimate expiration dater. i like/fall for people that are so unrealistic to ever have anything more than a fling with. i also adore assholes. i was trying to explain it to a cabdriver the other day why girls always go for the most fucktastic, d baggiest men we can possibly find. if they'll break our hearts, we'll take em!
WE CANNOT HELP IT.

i started class today. my professor is 102. no joke.
he talked for three and a half hours. he was a storyteller too. everything had a story. financial planning had it's own anecdote. it was so odd.
THANKS BERKELEY ADVANTAGE.

feels good to be back!

blue collar eddie and his better half doloris

DOWNLOAD THE ROOSTER BY ATMOSPHERE.


today i left my apartment with two different shoes on. who does that?
it was so embarassing too. i went to the store, walked a few blocks, and FINALLY noticed. i know the mini mart guy saw and said nothing. fuckbag. that's common courtesy to say something. like if a random passerby had mayo on his chin, i'd tell him.
fifteen whole minutes of sleep last night is to blame!

i woooooooorked ALL WEEKEND.
CHASING THAT PAPER.
CHEDDAH.
BACON.
MOULA.
DOUGH.
CAKE.
BANKERDOODLES.
BENJAMINS.
GREEN.

in my books, money is the devil. i hate how it runs this city and basically my entire life.
sigh. C'EST LA VIE.

i did door at this big persian event last night. hahahahah i was about 0.0002 seconds away from killing myself from the bellydancingturkalurkadurkadurka music. i found a twenty on the floor though, that was nice. and met really nice bouncers that i'm sure would have my back if i found myself in a knife fight or something.

i just got home from a shoot in tribeca too. the concept was odd but it was fantastic. smudged makeup. the makeup got more and more drastic as the shoot when on. definately different!pictures up sooooontime!

i would really just like to leave school and model. but then again, what girl in new york doesn't want that.
it's just the only thing i totally, 100% love to do anyday, anytime, etc and so forth.

i went a whole day without coffee.
like even ask stacey, that's a big deal for me. i patted myself on the back several times.
18 plus cups keeps the doc away!

i decided i don't want a chat anymore. i want this. i want the bun to come with it though. and i want the bun to stay on it at all times.


frank. because he looks like a whittle frankfuuuuurter!

so fresh

and really beyond so fucking clean. that is all that can be said about my apartment. i did fourteen-ish pounds of laundry today and used a whole tub of lysol whipes. needless to say, no dirt can be found in this joint! that is until i open my window and soot from the bklyn expressway fucks shit right up again.

i've become a real certifed blog follower.
everyday i do nogoodforme.com (SO MONEY)
designyoutrust.com and for kicks, thisiswhyyourefat.com
then i follow all my friends.
pathetic? i think not! blogging is dope. i'm totally diggity down for letting the world(or my six followers) what's on m'mind.

i'm going to hell for this picture but I DON'T CARE. i had to take it and it had to be posted.
this, my friends, is a muffintop. thee muffintop of all muffintops.



the resemblance is just too much.
i wanted to say, why? why are your pants so tight? doesn't it hurt? but that would be rude. and as a canadian, i'm not rude. instead i whipped out my phone and took a picture.
I DO WHAT I WAAAAAAANT.

no but seriously, in life there are just simple do's and dont's.
wearing denim 4 sizes too small=always a don't.
drinking a bottle of jose cuervo in an hour=don't.
overdrafting your bank account 3 times in one week=don't.

finding and purchasing really beautiful wedges from bakers=do.
finding and delighting in paula deen's buffet down south=do.
standing in soho and staring at the skateboarders at the new volcom store=do.
waving and trying to be cute cause who doesn't love a grungy skateboarder=do.

life is so simple.

first name bonita, last name applebum.

today was a large collection of awful.
one, i am itchy. itchy actually doesn't describe it. i am LOSING IT. that whole sentence sounds bad. not the burn when you pee type of itch, the allergic reaction to something kind of itch. let this end.
two, exams. i never say hate, but i really dislike my computer apps(YES THATS A CLASS) prof. as far as i'm concerned she can kiss my soft gingerlicious ass.
three, i am grumpy. oscar the grouch type steeze.
four, the hotties at the gym are reluctant to talk to me. maybe i should stop wearing purple tapered sweatpants and t-shirts with mustard stains. food for thought.
five, i'm lonely. FEEL BAD FOR ME. WAH.
six, it got cold again? uh why? no wonder i'm getting sick on the reg.
seven, i need new music.
eight, i needed a free berkeley massage today more than you even know and didn't wanna wait 16 hours to get it.
nine, my mother called me 6 times today. e-mailed me twice and texted me 3 times. i love her but stop. it might've had to do with the fact that i called her while having a complete breakdown in a duane read and then hungup. I AM A DRAHAAAHMAAAH QUEEEEN.
ten, there is only so much food network one can watch. i now have seen almost every paula deen's best dishes episode. i also could(by memory) make a lard pie, and everything and anything containing lard. thanks deen. you're my queen.

it's so refreshing when you meet happy people. good people.
today some man scared the beejesus outta me by walking up behind me. sometimes, i get this weird thought while i'm walking home like i bet i could just get stabbed in the back right here and now.
then he laughed and said, it's weird when people walk that close behind you isn't it.
after almost peeing my pantaloons from fright, i laughed and said yes! then we chit chatted for a few.

he was european. probably a tourist. but so jolly!

people keep speaking to me in polish. i do live in the polish land of bk and i love sauerkraut as much as the next polski but it's the weirdest language. and all the polish look mad...like the girls in the grocery store who throw my food at me. DEBIT OR CREDIT!?

DEBIT BITCH. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I BEEN IN HERE. IT'S ALWAYS DEBIT.

i feel it necessary to talk about a certain lady in my life. miss kristin vazquez. a diamond. infact, i shall now refer to her as kristin diamond status v-bomb.
she is the ultimate heart of gold.
she blogged about me today and honestly made this wicked awful day like a solid 80% better.
she's the kinda friend you don't really think is possible. easy going, hilarious, would literally do anything for you and always shares her coronas and oreos with you. not to mention she can BACK THAT THANG UP better than anybody. she is a force to be reckoned with.
she always just does her thing. people love her for it.
KRISBABY, THIS ONE GOES OUT TO YOU.


i really hope my sister gets to go on exchange next year for school. she wants that so badly. my sister, for those of you who don't know her, is like no one else. she has worked so fucking hard all through school and she's way bigger and better than toronto. i wish i had more loot so i could just pay for it all. i know my she'll get there, my parents told me tonight that she might get to go to england next year.i just want her to be able to go. since the day i popped outta le womb i've looked up to her. she's wonderful and i miss her.


tomorrow i shall sell my textbooks and buy shoes!
and if i have money left over i shall buy (see below):

a large laaaaarge jar of pickles the minimart is selling for eight dollars!

you heard it here first

dear liver,
if you're reading this plz note; i'll give you a rest this week. infact, take the rest of the week off.

seems like i devoured too much alcohol this week. granted, it was st. pattys and i went out a shit ton, but i hear you liver, i hear you screaming stop.

i will now recite everything on my mind/what i'm loving these days. not that you really care.
1. check out adele. she has a priiiimo set of vocal cords.
i dig her look alot too.maybe cos she's a ginger(fake) or maybe just because her songs make me feel so spring-like.
2. YAY FOR THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING. i people watched haaaaard today. i saw the cutest pups too. wooooow do i EVER want a dog.
3. i miss my piano large.
4. i might invest in a bike. like tomorrow.
5. partying in brooklyn is a necessary from now on. who needs to travel to the city to spend 800 dollars on a drink with a teaspoon of the happy stuff when drinks are SIX BUXXXX at this place i went to last night. not to mention, the crowd (and ahem, the boys) are like fourteen times more smokin'.
6.stop forgetting about me
7. marc jacobs needs to fuck off and stop making a gorgeous spring/summer handbag collection that cost more than my tuition..for the next 3 years.
8. america needs to fuck off and not make me pay 150 beaners just to see a doctor.
9. jamie oliver's new show is wicked.i love anything jamie oliver especially when it deals with helping americans who feed their children pizzas for breakfast become less morbidly obese.
10. easter's gonna suck alone. who will hide eggs for me?
11. i love this city. today, while jermaine and i were delighting in all the cute pooches we saw, i realized this. bigtime. my life is so rad a tad tad. and i'd like a miniature poodle.
12. i'd like to go to paris in june with my bestfriend. i'd also like to be independently wealthy and to live in a house made of gingerbread. NOT GUNNNNNNA HAPPEN.
13. i'm actually really lonely being here sans anybody
14. i met the sexiest on the weekend
15. i'd like to start working on my upper arm strength. i legit thought i was gonna be shot the other night and figure some power of the guns would help me if ever put in a sticky situation.
16. i'd like to picnic regularily in c. park. and go to coney island with krisbaby.
17. where art thou ja rule?
18 .you should see how clean my apartment is. it's ludaaaaacris.
19. i counted, and 13 people this week ALONE asked me if i spoke french cause i'm from the can. UNE PETIT PUH.
20. onesiesonesiesonesies. also, apparently you can wear white all year long now. "winter white"
wrong.
but it's not officially acceptable to wear white pants in any location, in any rotation.
21. i swear someone knocked on my window this morning.i live on the 3rd floor so it must've been spiderman. i juumped out of my bed. thanks asshat.
22. clearly my milkshake is really not bringing all the boys to the yard. so i'm either gonna have to amp up that milkshake or find another yard. i'm really just too lazy for both.
23. i decided i need to shake the past. it feels gorgeous.
24. i wish i didn't miss kidsister at webster hall this year.
25. working this weekend felt good. making cheddz is fun. so is drinking gallons of vodka for free.
26. i wish i lived beside a wholefoods.
27. i miss my sister.

another one bites the dust.

my wee apartment is so lonely now.
no kalosk.
too many beds.
no kitten to keep my company.
just me, myself and my room full of clothes.
the only upside is that i can sashay nakie around my apartment anytime i want.

i am a sad sack today.
i am a hurting unit today.
i am also extremely underslept to the point of hallucination, i think.
i am also in need of a companion, on the asap.

it's so hilarious how gross everyone looks today. bloodshot eyes, heads down, sweatpants galore.
HANGOVER CITY
st.patricks day was off the chain. gettin' shitty at 11 a.m
it was the definition of a shitshow.

I GOT A JAWWWWWWWB YESTERDAY.
working door atta club/promotional shit. jack to the pot!
it's shitty hours (meaning i'll see the sun come up) but it's money in the bank, and shorty i can draaaaank (for free i hope)

i also found out that i can live in my place until june 1st. then i will be a nomad. sleeping on couches at rando's houses. that's ok though. as long as i have a pillow and a place for my shoes. if anyone is reading this and wants to offer me a weekly spot on their couch, holler!

this weekend is going to be interesting. i'm thinking about going out after i'm done working tomorrow night. which will mean a 9 a.m treck home if i end up at pacha.
photoshoot saturday and a brooklyn bar crawwwwl saturday night.
my mommadukes might come sunday if i can convince her.
everytime i ask her to come visit me she'll make an excuse.
"my shoulder hurts"
"i have no comfortable shoes"
"dad can't make his own meals"
"someone might be interested in the house"
"i need to get a perm"
"i can't miss next week's desperate housewives"

finally i just told her if she doesn't want to come visit her babygirl in new york to stay FOR FREE and SHOP and ENJOY ONE ON ONE MOTHER/DAUGTHER BONDING DELIGHTFULNESS, then she can just stay home. i even offered to get her crocs so she could walk around(then i told her they'd have to be those ones that kinda look like flats and they'd have to be black. and i'd walk atleast 3 ft. ahead of her at all times)
babysteps.we're getting there.

can someone please come over?

when it rains, it pours!

blogging is always done best at 3:41 am.
technically 2:41 since the clocks went back and i lost a fabulous hour of my fabulous life because of it.
i am sitting in my brrrrrrooooklyn apartment, with christmas lights on wondering whether or not to make a pot of coffee.

i'm deciding not because i'm sure the aroma of hazelnut will wake stacey up. aaaaaand because that'll just shit on any chance of getting any sleep tonight. this girl doesn't do decaf.
i royally screwed up my sleeping schedule after taking nyquils and sleeping until 3 this afternoon.
so for the last hour and 17 minutes i've been lying in my bed listening to the rain pour and thinking.
i think so much. i just sit and think all the time.

for the most part i've been thinking about how much has changed in less than a year. last year i was at some shiteous university which i hated beyond belief. then i left, served quarter chicken dinners for large amounts of time and now i'm in new york city. barely making it, but loving every single thing/person i've experienced/met.
i was so unhappy last year that things could really only get better. when i was 10 i used to tell my best friend jasmin that i'd live in new york. we would sit and play mario kart and eat cereal and talk about our life plans. she wanted to live in ottawa and i wanted manhattan. well! there she is, and here i am. it's kinda cool to think we both ended up where we've always wanted to be.

left: jas and i,spicing up your life!
i am such a little chubby bunny.

another thing i remember from being 10 is watching armageddon. that movie, yooooou know, where the world ends or is gonna get hit by an asteroid or something? and ben afleck (you sexy thing) had the animal crackers on liv tyler's stomach and the he goes to save zee world! and that song don't wanna miss a thing played and OH GOD. so sad.
anywhoozen, after i saw it jasmin's dad told me the world was gonna end in 2000 and i literally didn't sleep for a week. i thought i was toast come the millenium.
HOW NIEVE. here i am! still pluggin'!

sometimes i miss being a kid so much.watching the weekenders and recess and doug! and just riding my bike everywhere and getting slurpees. now i just worry. and wonder where i'm gonna be, what i'm gonna be. who i'm gonna be. i also didn't give two shits about dudes which was probably why my life was so simple. i decided (just now actually) that i need to channel my inner kid. just take things day to day and enjoy what i'm doing right now. there's so many people in my life that are wonderful and have done the greatest things for me. so, for everyone who apart of my life currently, this one goes out to you!

gosh darn it. i am so euphoric right now.
hitting the hay. paaaaaaayce.

call me dynamite.

STACEYYYYYYKALOSKINATOR IS TWENTAAAY. we spent the day together, shawwwpin, getting her salad chopped and gallavanting. i also won my first coffee at tim hortons. it was just a special day overall.

we're going to skip the evenings events. only cos it involved rickooooooshaying vomit on cab's/me/her face/too much vodka too soon/falling down stairs/chicken nuggets/excessive blunts/no bed to sleep on/feeding her fries/whiners/almost taking really violent measures on certain hoooligans.

OH I LOVE BIRTHDAYS.

all i have to say is this.

if i needed more flakes in my life, i'd buy a box of the frosted kind and chow down.
i realized that i need to sort out who i actually can stand. it sounds mean but sometimes friends use and abuse. it's just not worth it. i know so many douche buckets and so many hearts of gold. i feel like i'm getting to the point in my life where i need to stop caring about everyones feelings all the time. HARSH? ce. NECESSARY ce ce!

it's been raining so hard for like 78 hours straight. it's sucky cause it's not dribbling out, it's like tsunami-ing. unbelievably hard to walk in especially when your umbrella is a 7 dollar plastic mabobber from pearl river in AZNTOWN. bound to break in this shit.
i also have a severe sinus/throat/aching like infection. not that you needed to know that.

last summer feels like forever ago. i made a playlist on my itunes of all songs summer!
naturally the first song is "beware of the boys remixXXx" PUNJABI MC FT. JIGGAMAN. i literally can't contain my feet when it comes on.

i wanna go camping. maybe this year i'll pitch a tent in central park and hope for the best. if you know me at all, you'd know i can't take nature in large doses. don't get me wrong, trees and stuff are beautiful but if you left me out in the woods for more than 3 hours all by my lonesome, i'd lose it. and when i found whoever left me, i'd proceed to break their kneecaps.
i'm a citygal, through and through. drop me off in harlem and i'd be fine. maybe even make some friends.
but if you left me in the great white north with a book of matches and canned beans i'd be a gonnnnnner. i just need someone camper-saavy around. i love fires, and getting beligerant near a lake. and the smell of a fireeee. ugh, that's the best smell ever. that and freshly ground coffee.
HOPE THAT DIDNT SCARE ANY FRIENDIES/POTENTIAL CAMPER BUDDIES. cos i really would like to plan a camping trip for when i head home after school for dey summer!

i decided i'm going to have to cram alot of new york city summer adventures into the month of june. get it all out of my system. this means i can't sleep. which won't be a problem since i've discovered i can handle espresso shots.
then i'm gonna head home for a few weeks. then palm beach and miami for the remainder. hit up the city again forra week during august to see my princessss corrrrinnnnne and then head back to FL.
by then i'm sure i'll have been discovered and get a large contract full of thousands of dollars to help pay for and furnish my new apartment on 59th and madison i'll be living in come september. complete with door man and sparkling water when i snap my fingers.

63 DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY.
39 DAYS UNTIL MY METH HEAD FAKE ID TURNS 25. BOUND TO GET ROWDY.

i want a man,not a boy who thinks he can.

oh! there he isssssss. biting his finger, thinking about all things gingerlicious, hoping we'll one day procreate.


there are three-ish men that just melt my heart in this world.

jakey.
slug (see below)

and a weird obsession with oscar de la renta.

not inna, i'd like to be your much younger piece of arm candy kinda way but any man with an eye for couture is a big deal in my books. also, the wedding dress i'd really like is by him. i'm sure he'd spring to buy it for me. jusssstaaaaahsayyyin.


ATTN NEW YORKERS: is it really necessary to have full blown disputes on the train?
i knooow your probably tired from working hard to pay ridiculous amounts of rent, and from never having any personal space ANYWHERE you go but today some lady just went right off the fucking boat.
"COULD YOU WATCH MY FUCKING STOMACH"

older lady " oh! i'm sorry it's just packed in here."

bitch: "MHMMMMMMMM!"

O.L:" i said i was sorry"

bitch:"I KNOW YOU SAYS YOU WUZ SORRY AND I'M SAYING WATCH MY MOTHER FUCKING STOMACH WHEN YOUR GETTING ON THE TRAIN"

O.L"excuse me ma'am but i said i was sorry."

"MHMMMMMMMMMM!"

i am trying so hard not to lol cause i probably would've gotten punched right in the kisser. and if you've been keeping up with my recent postings, you'd know my body has been through the ringer this week.


CAN SOMEONE PLEASE ACCOMPANY ME TO THIS JOINT (and pay..)

teehee.

it's all vegan! and with a name like blossom how could it possibly not be delightful!?
it's in chelsea and i'm guessing it's about a $$$ in the price range. and probably about a five-star on the veganlightful scale.
everyone thinks nassst the second i say vegan. i say, bring on the non-gelatious foods!
WHO NEEDS ANIMALS TO HAVE A GOOD TIME?!

so whoever wants to take me on a date, that'd be nice. please e-mail me if interested. serious inquiries only.

a large and extremely saddening event happened today.
beffs is heading back south to the land of sunshine and flip flawps.

i would say more about this but i am so le sad. and le miserable.

all i know is that this weekend, we shant sleep! we will paint the town kalosk!
PUT THOSE PARTY PANTS ON.

in other recent news, i now may spend my summer in miami, trick. no big, no big.
but i'll save that rant for a later date.



i miss my dadddddddddddddd man. like stupid amounts. it's true when they say that you never really know what you have until you move to new york city. (i maaaaay have edited that)

but honestly, he'll call me and answer "toddler? is that you?"
"hi dad"

"whats wrong, are you ok?"

"no dad. i just got stabbed in the back after having my identity stolen. oh and this morning my apartment burned down.
YES, i'm just fiiiine. why do you always ask me that?"


he thinks i'm four and it'll never change. it's impossible for me to bring any dude over because he's literally demolish any sort of normal-ness i have.
for instance, one time he PLUCKED A DUCK IN MY BACKYARD. TO COOK. A DUCK.

my mother is a saint.

he's the kinda person that'll always have my back though. whatever i decide to do in life he'll support. not to mentin not alot of parents would let their kid leave university, move to nyc and do their own thing. while paying. GOD LOVE EM.

start those engines!

nothing is more exciting to me than the oscars. some wait for the olympics to arrive, or for egg nog mcflurries to come back to mc d's around the holidays, or for the late november "it might as well be free" sale at saks but i, i wait for oscar night. every since i can remember i would count down and my daddddio would make brownies and i'd sit until i was gonna pass out from tweenage exhaustion and get up super early the next day and ask my mudder who won best picture because i fell asleeep early.

this year is the year of precious. they've won everything else. might as well give mo'nique a gold man too. if you haven't seen it, i don't know what you were doing or how you managed to not slip it into your schedule somehow. if your a bit squrmish about hard to handle t

opics and almost unbearably horrible scenes then i'd rent it. everyone hates a person that belts out in the middle of the most intense scene "OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH GOD. OH. "

i was one of those people. there's this one part, which i won't ruin, that almost got me to walk out because of it's intensity. not a bad intensity but it felt almost too real.

avatar should maybe get a gold man for their cinematic garb. i wasn't impressed really as a whole though. it could've been that it's 3 1/2 hours long and i went at 11: 30 at night but sweeeet mother, blue people for threeeeee plus houuuuuuurs? the girl avatar also cried like a dying cat. and there's a few scenes where avatarian life becomes just too much for her and she loooooooses it. i looked over at stacey and said, i don't know if i can watch this anymore.

james cameron did a hella good job though. props!

i never saw up in the air but clooney + most likely a good script/a shit load of whitty remarks + a good probability of atleast one nakey scene = a definate rent when it comes oooot.

let's not even talk about inglorious bastards. that movie was pure genius. it's as simple as that.

brad pitt friggan killllled it too "IF YOU EVER WANNA EAT ANOTHER SAUERKRAUT SANDWICH AGAIN.." puuuuuure gold.

i act like i even have a dvd player to watch all these movies

i say i'm going to rent. IM JUST LIVING BIG THESE DAYS. >.<

i'm really all about the red carpet before the actual show. who will wear whom! with what shoes! and when will they all arrive! versace!vera!armani! who will it beeeeeee!

i wish jay-z was going be there. he n' his beautiful b always bring the heat.

i had to treck home around 3 last night. nothing is worse than having an enjoyable night and then realizing you have to commute 45 minutes home. on top of that, the trains take a coon's age after peak hours right when the mexicans are on their way home from work so i get chatted up by all the pappppiiichooooloooows. not that i even care cause it passes the time. last night i really thought the train wasn't gonna come though. that bench in the subway stop looooked real nice. so nice n comfy that i was debating just settin up camp right then and there. instead i just shoved my headphones on and

cranked james brown so loud that sleep or thinking about sleep wasn't even a possibility. the worst part is as soon as i got home i was wide awake. could've gone for a 8 mile jog. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY INTERNAL CLOCK. i can't sleep!

ugh, i miss my mommmmmmmmm.

she's supposed to come visit me soooontime.

oh! teeeeheee, there we are.---------------------->

wuv her.

speed lines, tanorexia and fist pumping, OH MY.

when i don't blog daily i almost feel sick. i know i've just started in my quest to ultimate blogging status but ranting with a cause just makes me giddy.

SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON FOLKS. LIFES JUST BEEN HANDING ME WILD CARDS ON LE DOOOOBLUH.

well! my dreams of being a forearm model have just gone to the shitter. i burnt myself the other day on the oven door and made a huge broadway musical-type deal out of it. i whined and cried a bit and proceeded to put 17 bandaids on it that i ripped off 2 minutes later after i was told that was the absolute worst possible thing to do for a burn and when pulling them allowed my skin to come along for the ride....owwwwwwwwwuh.

run on sentence much?

annnnywhoozen, it looked so bad the night i did it and alls thats left is a dinky little smiley-face like mark. it's really nothing too showy, which blows cause i atleast thought i'd have some dope scar to show for my pain and sufffffrage.

i always thought my forearms were a great feature of mine too.

sigh.

last night corinne and i stayed on the island for the night. never EVER in my life will i puke in my mouth more times than i did that night. so many guidos. so many poorly done speed lines, so many ed hardy shirts douced in cheap calogne, so so so many wannabe gotti hotti's.

i have news for you. you'll never be carmine, frankie or john. you just won't

i got such a bad headache that we had to sit in the bathroom for 20 minutes. that, and we were in hiding mode from some tater tot of a guid that kept attaching himself to corinne's leg everywhere we'd go. he literally humped her leg. jack rabbit style. it was painful to watch.

THEN! AFTER WE LEFT THE GOD AWFULLLLL CLUB, i, julia eve claire, got sweet little rin rin high as a mother fucking kite. it was so cute too. i taught her how to inhale and really just downright get the most outta that sticky icky. i know recreational drug use is nothing to brag about and trust me, i'm so stoner, but if you know corinne and how many times she's turned down the wacky toback you'd pat me on the back too.

then we ate a bag of chocolate and called it a night at 5: 30 am!

my body STILL wakes me up before ten. there's something wrong with me! it doesn't matter if i catnap, i can't stay asleep for longer than a few hours. it's really becoming a problem because the circles around my eyes don't do anything for me. it sucks too cause i get tired mid-day and pound like 8 large coffee's to stay awake. that much caffeine really can't be good for anyone.

today was spring-like! fifty something degrees and absolutely gorgeous! i didn't wanna come inside. i lolly-gagged all the way home just to stay out longer. mr. weather man says it's gonna stay like this for the next few days. boooooooya!

tonight i'm gonna see alice in wonderland. expect a full commentary after the feature presentation. i'm so stoked. only johnny depp could look like a smokeshow in that get-up. pumpeeeeeed to the MAX.

escape route and i'm out.

untitled as i am fatigued.

we all have our top five to seven staple pieces in our wardrobe. i decided it's time to change mine. i looked through my shit the other day and hate everything i have. not necessarily "hate" (such a strong word) but i'm just sick of everything. SO LAAAAAYDEEEZE, if you wanna swap/buy/give me things you no longer wear, holller atta baller!

you know those things you wear till they have holes in the arm pits, or till the heel on your shoe can talk? i am queen bee of that. i threw out boots the other day and it felt so wrong. granted, i couldn't wear them ever again. they literally cracked in the middle from trecking around the city and rain would always get in them(no feeling is worse than wet feet). i just felt like i should give them to the lady that sits at union square and says she's a single mother with 18 kids and even dunkin' donuts won't hire her. i don't believe that shit but i bet she'd like my boots. regardless of the monstorous holes.

i've gone through, get this..5 pairs of flats since i've moved here. i don't know if i just walk funny, or tilted, or pigeon-toed or like what. i just demolish shoes.

in other news, topshop.com will be the death of me. there is not ONE THING in that store i don't want. it's so tack-alcious and overpriced in there but lord love a duck, everything's beautiful.

minus kate moss's shit. beyoooond overpriced and not even awesome. i know she's like kinda washed up now but c'mon kate, lets make your garments atleast slightly accessible to those who can barely afford their metro cards each month.

speaking of moss, i was google-ing old pictures of her. from her old vogue spread sheet years and she's bangin! i wanna do a shoot so baaaadly like that. who cares if she does/did yayo, she was fierce in her prime.

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I DESERVE A PUNCH IN THE FACE FOR NOT BLOGGING THIS YET.

HOW FUCKING WICKED IS MY COUNTRY? JUST LITERALLY KNOCKING THE PANTS OFF OLYMPIC HISTORY. JUST ABSOLUTELY DOMINATING. HARD. STICK THAT IN YOUR HASH PIPE AND SMOKE IT. not to mention, our hockey team is a bunch of beautiful long-haired, sweaty, i'll pound the shit out of you if you look at me the wrong way, men.

yum.

besides the fact that he's pure canadian meat and rip roaring hot, he's also stupppid good at hockey. all that shooting pucks at his mom's dryer when he was a youngin' really payed off. i bet that dryer is worth billions and i bet this kid's getting more poon these days than he can handle.

CRAWZBAYYYYYYY now being referred to as the " the next one" is also being compared to the likes of 'arry potter. i wouldn't go that far being as sid probably has no real magical training, hasn't ever come face to face with "he who can't be named", and most probably has never chanted out "EXPECTOOOO PATROONUUSS" in order to save his fellow magical amigos. i guess he's kiinda a close second though.

thank heavens he doesnt have that lightning bolt on his forehead either. it'd be such a shame to tamper with that flawless face.

i wonder sometimes if people reading this thing think i'm cracked. like if you haven't ever met me you'd read this and think i replace the sweetener in my coffee with speed every morning.

au contraire polar bear! i just come from a excentric, weird-ass family. i recommend everyone meet them one day though. my dad will ask you if you want a cup of tea the second you walk in the door. i promise.

i am le tiiiiiiiiiiired. taking the train blows. i wish i had a portkey like harry and could just apparate back to brooklyn. i bet sid can't do that either.

two can play at this game!

words cannot describe how overjoyed i was when i discovered that tim's hortons rolllllllllllll up the rim was back!
FEELING GOOD, FEELING GUUUUUD. this year's the biggie. maybe a $$$cash prize$$$, or a t.v. even free muffins would be nice. i swear that coffee is loaded with pure columbian cocaine. my worrrrrrd. it's just too good. and too addictive. it's so hilarious how americans dunno what tim hortons is. I'LL TELL YOU WHAT IT IS: ALL THE FUCKING RAGE IN CANADA.

the city is thawing! it's so sunny! today i heard a bird chirp and almost started sobbing. even people are happy. sun does that to new yorkers even though 8/10ths of them are stuck in an office building all day long.
i have a damn good feeling about march. i'm gonna pound the pavement this month and get things done. i don't care if i get rejected and disected and pushed to the curb, it's gonna happen.


i figured out my problem with all men in this universe. besides being way too forgiving, and nice and wearing my heart on my sleeve, i let myself get stomped on. from now on, i'm gonna be a bitch. a hard-to-get, don't look at me you scuz bag, i hate everything with a penis, BITCH.
the problem is i say this shit, but tomorrow i'll be as soft as rosie o'donnell all over again. it never fails. i'm canadian, we're nice. we say sorry when people trip us.


THE TROPICS ARE LOOKING REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW.
my soulmate and bestfriend mirjana wants to say fuck you life! and move to the tropics. i'd like to join.
we'd just live. no school, no work, no money, no anything. just living.
i could potentially just pack up and peace out and by doing so fuck over everything i've started in my life. and my parents by screwing them out of thousands of dollars they've invested in my schooling/life, BUT! i'd be stressfree. just blue skies, my chum MJ, and all you can drink rum. HEYO.

for anyone who thinks/wants/hopes/is certain that living in new york is an episode straight outta sex and the city, you're wrong. carrie bradshaw is glamourous. she's chic, fucking faaaaaabulous and unrealistic. don't move here if you want to be her. manolo blahniks are beautiful, and yes we'd all like our own aiden shaw, but it's not real. if you think it's all rent-controlled apartments and fabulous cocktails on the reg, and first row seats at the versace show for mercedes benz fashion week then TIME TO TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF REALITY WITH YOUR NEXT MEAL LADIES.

a girl can dream can't she?

next episode:

i saw avatar fina-fuckin-ly. in 3D. i payed through one of those self service tickets booths and said i was a senior. saved me three buckeroooini. BEATIN' THE SYSTEM.

i got these bad boys too. <-------

i'm going to cover the 3d symbol on the sides of em with rhinestones. so

chic. i just amaze myself sometimes.

i realized today that i over play songs to the point of insan

ity. like over and over and over and over and over. repeat repeat repeat. can't stop. won't stop.

then i hate the song. and send that shit right to the trash.

i am so excited for all the things i'm gonna be doing this summer. like showwwwws, and festivals in the city, battery park concerts, central park picnics, coney island, hampton-ing, wear jumpsuits and espadrills and really as little as poss, not givin a shiiiiiit, getting as many new freckles as i cannnn, exploring brooklyn, walking EVERYWHERE, hating my life even more on the hot n sw

eaty train with all the other hot and sweaties, ugh, so much to do in like 2 1/2 months of bliss!

the only thing that blows chunks is that i have school. cos us berkeleyonians go hard. we don't stop through summer, we just plow. just THAT must closer to getting that all important BA degree in fashion merch&management that'll probably get me nowhere. yessssssssuh.

i also wanna head back to st. catharines for a bit. i miss my friendies there. plus st.catharines isn't all that bad in the summer. like port dalhousie is always a shitshow, and even though theres tampons floating in the water there, sometimes it's decent enough to beach and lounge.

also, there isn't all you can eat sushi in new york. i ge

t why, like obvi people would just absolutely take full force advantage of that and sit for hours and just order kappa maki's and hot and cold sakki for hours atta time. if a new yorker can get their money's worth, you bet they will. loitering champions of zee world! so sushi jade/east, make room for this girl.

also, kynna my bestfriend of life is at home. being as she's half my heart you can understand my need to make regular visits. last summer we'd just sit in her sunfire and blaze and listen to "heaven must be missing an angel" and people watch. we're all about getting the most out of each and everyday.

i also miss my mom more than anyone even gets

i've been here 6 friggan months now. time is just a' flying! i really do love this city. it takes alot outta you, but it gives a shitload back. i've seen/met/had the best times here. i've also learned alot about myself. i've figured out that life will take full advantage of you if you let it and that you gotta watch out for schiesty's everywhere. it's all about the benjamins here but it has to be. if you got no loot, your gettin' the boot! you can't survive.

i feel like i've grown a tougher skin already which isn't really a good thing but it's completely necessary. you'll get eaten alive/kicked on to the third rail if you don't watch yourself.

as soon as i figure out this whole apartment situation, i'm

getting this. i don't care what anyone says. i need a solid companion and that solid companion will be known as TALOOLAH. we'd be so cute together.

over and out.

going in for the kill. doing it for the thrill.

stacey kalosky is my best friend for many reasons.

1. she so would've had my back at mcdonalds today when the dude wouldn't put my coffee in a soda cup and i got all confrontational on his $6.75 an hour ass. DO YOUR JOB AND MAKE YOUR CUSTOMER HAPPY.

2. she picked me up over the snow mountains.

3. she bought p-bombs for us.

4. she doesn't know it yet, but she will massage the knot in my right shoulder without hesitation.

teeheeeee.

IF THIS PICTURE DOESN'T MAKE YOU WANNA FIND OLD MAN WINTER AND PROCEED TO MAKE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL FOR DUMPING THIS WHITE SHIT ALL OVER OUR CITY..well then, you're doing much better than i am.

the beaches of santa monica! see there i am! on the ferris wheel! enjoying life and sun and probably heat stroke since i am a whittle gingerling!

I WANNA GOOOOO.

tomorrow night i'm going to some event. with scouts for agencies. luck, please be a lady tonight. because luck, if you aren't a lady, i will soon be a squeegeegirl. and luck, i have no clue what i'd do with all my shoes if i had to squeegee. and to be honest i'm not really that good of a squeegee-er. i always would ask the nice boys at the gas station to do my windows for me. so luck, if your listening, do us all a favor and be a FUCKING LADY.

i wish "roy" at wholefoods knew i existed. shawty was definetely a ten.

stace and i are gonna hit zee town! i wish i had a pitcher of sangria. siiiiiiiiiiigh.

it's official!

italians scare me. it doesn't help that i've had the worst luck with all things italian but today, bright n' early i waltzed into my landlords deli and said i can't pay my rent. that's all there is to it. don't you sell enough pastromi to cover march? please sir? i realize you have the best cold cuts in all the land (or atleast greenpoint bk) but please. i know you speak maybe 6 words of english but please sir.

the next three days are going to be interesting.

ON TO BIGGER AND BETTER TAWWPIKZ

two days ago i discovered the best website of my life. stacey and i just love it. it's like the food networks "diner's, drive-ins and dives" but on steroids! http://www.thisiswhyyourefat.com/

if you're smart you'll check it. and proceed to make a twinkie deep-fried bacon-spam combination plate. covered in mayo.

to all my friends, this is what i want for my upcoming birthday.

NUMERO UNO: a trip to RICE TO RICHES! 25 rice pudding flavo(u)rs. (in america they don't use "u" in that word. weiiiiiiiiiiird.)

how to chose which flavor!

it's known to be the best money can buy and although it looks like monkey vomit i'm sure each and every flavor tastes more delicious than the next!

NUMERO DEUCE:

i stole this from a diffskis blog but i want. and need. i'm feeling so super canadian these days. they'd fit so nicely into my everyday defensive speeches as to why canadians reign supreme.

every american should invest in a pair.

NUMERO TWAAAH.

to make babies with this man. uhhhhhhhhh, not only is he a certified dime piece, but also talented beyond G.D belief. his only downfall; his name is also the name of my old piano teacher. i used to cry after every lesson because he'd cover my hands with a book when i'd look at them. i'll never forgive and forget john butler.

dreams be dreams.

none of my stupid 20 year old life problems would matter if the spice girls were still around. girl power would reign. so would platforms. everything in my life was so much less complicated when all i cared about was getting stickers from those ten cent SP gums or getting the SP pictures from 7-11 that i didn't already have. obviously ginger was my girl. obviously i would stuff myself to look like her once in awhile.

the point is, i miss being 12. even 16 was better. i keep getting bills in the mail and it hits me everytime that i'm responsible-ish now. i looked in my mailbox on valentines day to, you know, see if i got any. instead AT&T decided they'd ruin my life. i left them in there to rottttttt. i guess i'm gonna have to deal. i'm not getting any younger, and with age just comes more complications. gotta just rollllll with the punches, AM I RIGHT?

COULD BLOGGING BE ANY MORE FUN? it's my new addiction. i used to write in my diary everynight, and this is like totaaaally a super close second. it's also a great way to distract myself from all the shit i should probably go do.

MARCH IS ALMOST HERE. you know what that means! the return of cute rain gear, bomber jackets, stacey's birthday and the hope everyone holds onto; SPRING WILL SOON BE SPRUNG.

words cannot express how much i've hated this winter. it's cold, i stubbornly decided to not buy boots, and new yorkers have gigantic sticks up their asses when they have places to be and we get 0.000000022319 inches of snow on the ground. i can't wait to lounge in bryant park when it's warm. with my giiiiiirls. just livin' the dream. speaking of bryant park, fashion week 2010 is kaaaaaaaaputski! honestly the most exciting time. i'll get there someday. i'll be in a marc jacobs show. bet your bottom dollar.

time to get crackalackin' on this sunny sunday.

if you don't know, now you know.

people watching is ridiculously fun. like way too much fun. i've been sitting in an airport for over 2 hours now. eating nuts and watching people. it's better than the movies.

ohhhhh detriot. CRIME CAPITAL, you've been fun. now it's back to brooklyn to catch up on eighteen hours of homework.

i've realized that living in such a hectic city has made my brain permanently fixated on what i need to get done. like i'll go over my next day's schedule in my head before bed. i hate it but i can't help it.

TIME IS MONEY. TIME IS MONEY.

gheyyyyyyy.

speaking of money.. being brokeass sucks. not having a social security number or a man that wants to marry me and give me his sucks. not being able to find a roommate sucks. missing my friends and canada and my mom sucks. suxsuxsux. the fact that delta airlines doesn't offer television on their flights sucks.

i just wanna be back in the swing yanno. i need some solid. some solid anything would be ideal. i hate not knowing what "we" are. or where i'm gonna be in a couple months. or if i'll ever get where i want to be.

12% batt power left on le macbook! ciao! time to get me a US weekly.