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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?