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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.