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hello.
i'm working too much. bbllllah. and i just... blahhh. in two weeks, horrible chemistry will be over and everything will be a thousand times better. also, fuck manuel. today ashley just didnt show up for her shift. soo... like... who does that. i wouldnt care, if it didnt totally screw over someone else. LIKE ME.
aaanyway. last night danielle had a party. it got very large, and her mom made us wontons and daquiris and that other thing.... pina colada. it was alot of fun, except i got rreallllly drunk (i suspect those drinks were much stronger than they tasted) for the first time in...a long time. st patrick's day? yeah i dont know. a long time ago. but it was fun! although for some reason, i decided it'd be an awesome idea to wear my new heels. i never wear heels, much less wear heels and drink. so that was a pretty stupid idea. i think i did something to my foot. good job, jessica. also, someone spilt wine on my shirt. its okay, it was one of those ones that requires a tank top underneath, so i washed it and blah blah blah, i ended up being very chilly and feeling very naked for the rest of the night. it was a SMALL tank top. for some reason, everyone on king street seemed to think i was a hooker! crazy! i guess thats what happens when you walk down king street at 3am wearing killer heels and an extremely small black tank top. on the other hand, some creeps tend to assume any female on king street at any time is a hooker, or perhaps just that all women want to get paid to fuck them. this one guy drove past twice, giving us very meaningful looks, and the lovely, universal, flash your one rear light once to indicate which side street you're going to park on. niiice. he was really gross also. i need a taser. king street is skanky. the end.
...and... there were alot of people from the student school who i only vaguely knew..... whats worse, a large group of complete strangers, or a large group of people you vaguely know by face and perhaps first name? i say large group of people you vaguely know. but i got to see some cool people i hadnt in a while... like moe and naomi! who i've probably never talked about before! okay, so who cares.
the point is, pictures.
okay!
let's start with the marijuana march. honestly, these are some awful ass pictures. it didnt occur to me to take any real pictures at any point, so the only ones i have are when we were sitting down. i was pretty high (go figure) and also, sitting around in the sun all day. soooo...the point is... these really do suck.
alright.... i didnt even take this one (clearly...) look at my cheesy bangles! awesome. soo... thats me 'n' the boy...in the hot hot sun... and alexis's boob. it was a smoky park that day.
and... thats alexis and crystal. and some asses. yep. not quite sure whats going on here....
this is.... uh... some people i dont know. and downtown toronto in the background.
this is jordy (left) and julian (right) i like julian much better than jordy. in fact, jordys really starting to shit me off. he's really quite a loser. i guess its not fair that EVERYTHING HE DOES pisses me off. hes just so clumsy and completely lacking in grace, subtlety and social niceties.
(niceties is a real word man!)
anyway, the point is, he's not only really stupid, but hes also a bit of an asshole. mike (alexis's man) is really dumb, perhaps even a bit dumber, but he's a really nice guy and he treats alexis like a queen, and she loves him to death so obviously he's managing to do something right. but jordy will never get laid again (i bet) and is...an asshole! RAH!! rant rant rant. yeah im reeaallly glad we never like. did anything. at all. really. i promise.
look... SMOKY! this is at 4.20. everyone got high at once, and the band of sorts played reggae. i think it was actually the secret machines (i'm basing this soley on the fact that at some point they played alone, jealous and stoned, which is by the secret machines, and i guess it sort of vaguely sounded like them)...im not quite sure what my point was, but it sure is smoky.
yeahh.. not quite sure whats goin' on here. hi alexis.
tis lindsay. awww.
this is hannah, making some sort of dramatic cigarette waving speech...of.. some sort. apparently. man, im alot better at this when its not almost 3am. but the sooner i go to sleep, the sooner i have to wake up and do chemistry homework. fuck you, dynamic equilibrium.
this is me and lindsay... and very large bottle of wine... apparently. i just realised my legs look so weird and balloon like because im sitting cross-legged in a skirt. brilliant. i spose i should mention this is all still the evening of the marijuana march. i think most of this is, actually.
then i fell asleep for a little bit....
this is what too much wine and sun and pot does to jessica...
ahahaha, soooo stoned... okay... so then i woke up juuust enough to buy lollipops and crawl into the subway.... oh my god i have to make this a bit smaller. oh, i love this series of pictures. it makes me laugh every time...
yes, hannah took this series of pictures. see, you just cant take a good picture of yourself. everyone say hello to the inside of hannah's nose. lollipop.
gosh i'm awfully skeptical for a frizzy haired sunburnt drunk girl with a lollipop.
i got a lollipop, thats right, bitch. deal, yo.
hard to the xcorex. anyway, this is the only one i could find that included a helix and didn't make me look...uh... much worse than this. so... yeah. thats my peircin's.
ahhh... st patricks day. green cat. GREEN CAT.
and... green hands! (of alexis!)
i don't enjoy having my picture taken..
look, i wore green. i was festive.
and... johnkat! i dont know why i decided to post this. actually, i dont know why i decided to put up most of them. so... good luck with that. actually, this is apparently the last one. ha ha, i wasted your time.
kat is sunburnt too! (this is the marijuana march day again... for some reason.)
yeah, im awesome. bring it.
ooookay, thats enough of that, i think its time for me to hit the hay. guys, guys, when i come to australia, let's totally have a day where we only speak in lame cliches. it'll be...swell.
it'll be keen.
ha, i bet you thought the list of billies might have something to do with something!
in conclusion....
*billy the kid
*billy the squid
*billy the fully grown adult goat
*billy the capra aegagrus hircus
i'm working too much. bbllllah. and i just... blahhh. in two weeks, horrible chemistry will be over and everything will be a thousand times better. also, fuck manuel. today ashley just didnt show up for her shift. soo... like... who does that. i wouldnt care, if it didnt totally screw over someone else. LIKE ME.
aaanyway. last night danielle had a party. it got very large, and her mom made us wontons and daquiris and that other thing.... pina colada. it was alot of fun, except i got rreallllly drunk (i suspect those drinks were much stronger than they tasted) for the first time in...a long time. st patrick's day? yeah i dont know. a long time ago. but it was fun! although for some reason, i decided it'd be an awesome idea to wear my new heels. i never wear heels, much less wear heels and drink. so that was a pretty stupid idea. i think i did something to my foot. good job, jessica. also, someone spilt wine on my shirt. its okay, it was one of those ones that requires a tank top underneath, so i washed it and blah blah blah, i ended up being very chilly and feeling very naked for the rest of the night. it was a SMALL tank top. for some reason, everyone on king street seemed to think i was a hooker! crazy! i guess thats what happens when you walk down king street at 3am wearing killer heels and an extremely small black tank top. on the other hand, some creeps tend to assume any female on king street at any time is a hooker, or perhaps just that all women want to get paid to fuck them. this one guy drove past twice, giving us very meaningful looks, and the lovely, universal, flash your one rear light once to indicate which side street you're going to park on. niiice. he was really gross also. i need a taser. king street is skanky. the end.
...and... there were alot of people from the student school who i only vaguely knew..... whats worse, a large group of complete strangers, or a large group of people you vaguely know by face and perhaps first name? i say large group of people you vaguely know. but i got to see some cool people i hadnt in a while... like moe and naomi! who i've probably never talked about before! okay, so who cares.
the point is, pictures.
okay!
let's start with the marijuana march. honestly, these are some awful ass pictures. it didnt occur to me to take any real pictures at any point, so the only ones i have are when we were sitting down. i was pretty high (go figure) and also, sitting around in the sun all day. soooo...the point is... these really do suck.
alright.... i didnt even take this one (clearly...) look at my cheesy bangles! awesome. soo... thats me 'n' the boy...in the hot hot sun... and alexis's boob. it was a smoky park that day.
and... thats alexis and crystal. and some asses. yep. not quite sure whats going on here....
this is.... uh... some people i dont know. and downtown toronto in the background.
this is jordy (left) and julian (right) i like julian much better than jordy. in fact, jordys really starting to shit me off. he's really quite a loser. i guess its not fair that EVERYTHING HE DOES pisses me off. hes just so clumsy and completely lacking in grace, subtlety and social niceties.
(niceties is a real word man!)
anyway, the point is, he's not only really stupid, but hes also a bit of an asshole. mike (alexis's man) is really dumb, perhaps even a bit dumber, but he's a really nice guy and he treats alexis like a queen, and she loves him to death so obviously he's managing to do something right. but jordy will never get laid again (i bet) and is...an asshole! RAH!! rant rant rant. yeah im reeaallly glad we never like. did anything. at all. really. i promise.
look... SMOKY! this is at 4.20. everyone got high at once, and the band of sorts played reggae. i think it was actually the secret machines (i'm basing this soley on the fact that at some point they played alone, jealous and stoned, which is by the secret machines, and i guess it sort of vaguely sounded like them)...im not quite sure what my point was, but it sure is smoky.
yeahh.. not quite sure whats goin' on here. hi alexis.
tis lindsay. awww.
this is hannah, making some sort of dramatic cigarette waving speech...of.. some sort. apparently. man, im alot better at this when its not almost 3am. but the sooner i go to sleep, the sooner i have to wake up and do chemistry homework. fuck you, dynamic equilibrium.
this is me and lindsay... and very large bottle of wine... apparently. i just realised my legs look so weird and balloon like because im sitting cross-legged in a skirt. brilliant. i spose i should mention this is all still the evening of the marijuana march. i think most of this is, actually.
then i fell asleep for a little bit....
this is what too much wine and sun and pot does to jessica...
ahahaha, soooo stoned... okay... so then i woke up juuust enough to buy lollipops and crawl into the subway.... oh my god i have to make this a bit smaller. oh, i love this series of pictures. it makes me laugh every time...
yes, hannah took this series of pictures. see, you just cant take a good picture of yourself. everyone say hello to the inside of hannah's nose. lollipop.
gosh i'm awfully skeptical for a frizzy haired sunburnt drunk girl with a lollipop.
i got a lollipop, thats right, bitch. deal, yo.
hard to the xcorex. anyway, this is the only one i could find that included a helix and didn't make me look...uh... much worse than this. so... yeah. thats my peircin's.
ahhh... st patricks day. green cat. GREEN CAT.
and... green hands! (of alexis!)
i don't enjoy having my picture taken..
look, i wore green. i was festive.
and... johnkat! i dont know why i decided to post this. actually, i dont know why i decided to put up most of them. so... good luck with that. actually, this is apparently the last one. ha ha, i wasted your time.
kat is sunburnt too! (this is the marijuana march day again... for some reason.)
yeah, im awesome. bring it.
ooookay, thats enough of that, i think its time for me to hit the hay. guys, guys, when i come to australia, let's totally have a day where we only speak in lame cliches. it'll be...swell.
it'll be keen.
ha, i bet you thought the list of billies might have something to do with something!
in conclusion....
*billy the kid
*billy the squid
*billy the fully grown adult goat
*billy the capra aegagrus hircus