the weekend of excess

bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone me
nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww now now now now
shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot me
uppppppppppppppppppppppp now now now now

(2/4 timing kids.terrible)

oh my

that was a terrible display.

last night was the eagle,hotshot,stance,a/v show.
needless to say i got loaded and danced. i don't usually dance unless the slapper's around. (thank you jen)
afterwards, i watched ali G comedy and midnight oil videos at the casa de brad with a few folks including the god, mr. clark and the madonna. then came home and lamented.

tonight's the radiator collective show.

FUCK ... goooddddd

man i wanted to bone him!
ALL night. bone. that's it.

or maybe ask him to come watch 'thank you for smoking' with me at the oxford.
anyone want to go see 'thank you for smoking' with me?
i won't try and bone you. unless you're him. then i will.

fa-lakeeey

i feel like a jerk this morning for not being around a friend last night.
i was really REALLY messed up though. i can't even remember most of the visit. can you tell me the girl's name you were with? so if i see her again, i know her name and don't feel like a jackass?
i fell asleep almost directly after the visit. but i woke up and got a milkshake. so my morning so far has been blissful.

yesterday was my first experience being on the musician type side of the recording studio biz. we didn't have anything to do for the lab at sonic temple, so my class and i remixed the scribbler song i did. we re-recorded the vocals. some guy came in while i was recording and said he'd like to hire me as a session singer. that's pretty neat.
lil also lent me his saudering iron. now i'm dangerous.
so yeah, lindsay give me a call some time today.

augh

12 'chapters' of r. kelly's 'trapped in the closet'

augh

tbs

i'm eating cereal out of a tupperware container with a plastic fork.
should i do some dishes?
after a week, i (again) can't see my bedroom floor?
should i clean?
i've started using old sweaters as towels.
should i do some laundry?

or should i say bollocks to it all, eat some ice cream with my plastic fork, then go back to bed?

so, i guess old ladies don't like stories about (literall) shit storms

the 18 year old, female equivilant of george carlin

these past few days have been a benadryl and pain killer induced haze.
i feel like i should stop smoking, and start eating better. and clean the mold off of my ceiling. but where's the fun in that? being unhealthy is my shtick. that and being a dumbass.

the other day, a friend learned a little more about me. she learned that i used to be able to speak fluently in french(i can sort of carry on a conversation now,but not really) and that i come from a yuppie town where i sailed, golfed and hung out at a country club with dentists and cops on their days off. i feel 10 years older than i am. my smile and my eyes look that way too. i'm starting to become strung out and bitter.

fuck this and fuck that
fuck it all and fuck the
fucking brat

dear amy's body:

i hate you. you keep letting me down in every way, shape, and form.

my arm is the least of my troubles now.
wednesday, in the morning, i woke up with a terrible pain in my legs. my arm was throbbing and swollen, so i thought it might have had something to do with that. after receiving delicious fluid through an I.V. at the hospital,i went home. my legs felt fine until thursday, in the afternoon. my arm wasn't swollen. i investigated and found terrible red rashes all over my legs and my chest. i assumed they were hives.
today i went to the clinic after school to get it checked out. i was praying for the old woman doctor i usually get, considering the placement of these rashes were primarily on my chest and groin-al area. no such luck. i got the beautiful, barely 30 doctor.
so i showed the doctor, who informed me it was an allergic reaction, but they aren't hives, they're 'welts.' apparently the antibiotic i was given was killing my mucus membranes and leaving me with giant welts in all the places that have all kinds of mucus hanging around.
back to the hospital, where they did some more blood tests, and determined that i am allergic to both antibiotics with penicillan in them, and antibiotics without penicillan.
so, the best thing i can do for my arm is polysporin, and the painful welts will be gone in '2-4 days'
what aggravation.

the burn can't hold me back

though my arm is still recovering, i hit up bearlys to shake myself and enjoy the company of others. i sang my 'sultry' song. and spoke with my secret celebrity crush.

a little bit of disturbance insued, which left us with only myself and 3 others for our post bearlys breakfast. i enjoyed the much more quiet meal with the god,the madonna, and the.. photographer. it certainly was not the same without the lush though. there was almost a fight though. and some girl was wearing shoes that had heels that lit up when she walked. how exciting.

right now i have sexy thoughts in my head. and for once i'm loving it.

chemical burn (hisssssss)

so, my arm is fucked. and it's fucked. and very fucked.
and i'm freaked out. the doctor decided it would be a great idea to tell me i could die very quickly and easily, and then go on to explain how. now i'm checking my arm every 2 seconds. but apparently i SHOULD be fine. she drew a line around the swelling, and if it goes past the line, i have to go immediately to the emergency room. how fun.

i had breakfast with my parents (and lindsay) today. they're a funny bunch. my dad is the total cop stereotype. the cigars,sunglasses,the muscles, and the cop mustache. and the tough attitude.
my mom is the florence henderson type. proper and well spoken and shit. lindsay described her as the 'perfect betty crocker.' it's funny because when you get her a little bit drunk, the newfie in her definetly escapes. i remember one time, coming home to a party my parents were having, my mom sitting in front of the open fridge with her mouth under the nozzle of a box of wine. then doing shots of screech. then twisting her ankle teaching drunken gymnastics on our front lawn. what a peach.

i like having a friend around when i eat with my parents. keeps me from being an idiot and keeps them from telling me that

she drew cubes and tornadoes

last night i sang songs for my high school art teachers' wife, who is in the hospital. it was pretty sad. she can't even sit up. but she liked my voice.

today i had bloodwork done at the hospital. i think i might have had some sort of reaction or something like that. i have a big infection on my inner elbow, and it's pretty painful.

my parents are here, staying at the delta halifax. they bought be chocolate and took me out for a nice dinner. tomorrow i'll enjoy the complimentary breakfast, take advantage of free groceries and my mom will do my dishes for me.

sexsexsexsex

sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsex

i don't even know what to do with you anymore.
you have this amazing power over me to either make me feel like i'm the most amazing person in the world, or do the exact opposite and make me want to completely give up on myself.

side effects may include an increased sex drive...

...and it's driving me CRAZY

wanna be her daddy?

i got on the number 80 to go to lindsay's house and i sat with mike d, who was on his way home. it's weird seeing him without a hat.
val kilmer made a pretty sexy jim morrison. i watched the last portion of 'the doors' at julia's house.
we got a cab to bearlys. the cab driver gave me his phone number, and told me he had something special planned for me. i guess beggers can't really be choosers. i gave the number to lindsay.
bearlys was fun. except for one person. but i won't drop names.
i like dancing with lindsay, and i probably won't be able to look at derrick without blushing for awhile. oh my.
pictures were taken of me. i always look bloody awful in pictures.
breakfast was embarrassing/amusing. i made newwave bleed and our neighboring table had slutty girls surrounding it. they got angry at us for being loud.

i'm a little drunk, but not too bad

wigidy wigidy whack

i put my pants on backwards today. i walked half way to sonic temple like that.
i realized on blowers st. then i remembered i didn't have class until 10.
my heart rate is normal this morning. awsome

just thought i'd reflect on my morning so far

caution is a word that i can't understand

so after a few months of terrible sleep patterns/not being able to sleep at all, i fell asleep at 7:30am, and woke up at 10am.
the natural sleeping aids (teas and organic pills) are not working, so i decided to go to a doctor. she prescribed me sedatives for the night, and stimulants for the morning. also, she prescribed some pills that will up my levels of seritonin.

fun stuff!

le petit prince

the highlight in my life is watching the sex and the city marathons friday nights on bravo. or reading le petit prince with edie sedgwick curled up on my chest. or sneaking into my school's studio really late to record myself and then deleting it. or walking around the south end at night alone.

fuck you and all your excitement

fuck

i'm very very very angry right now.
i just got a call from my mom with updates on my house and it's selling situation. my parents couldn't afford to buy it, seeing as how they're asking $265 000 for my crappy house.
so i guess the owner is pissed because she wants to sell the house with no one living there. but she didnt give us enough time, so she has to honour our renewed lease until july of 2007. she's asking us to voluntarily vacate, which isn't going to happen. so she has to live with us.
BUT apparently she's being a pretty huge cunt about the whole thing, and might start trying to find a way to kick us out.
so far we've only ever dealt with the landlord, who was very flexible. she let me smoke as long as it was only in the basement. she let us have a pet as long as it was a small one, like edie sedgwick. but the lease officially says 'no pets, no smoking.' since i'm the only smoker, and edie is my cat, i could get thrown out.

i'm very worried about this.

but last night i made a pretty nice shirt for the auction at the one world cafe on sunday. it will be an example of the 5 custom works that i'll do for whoever bids the highest. i hope it sells. whenever i've had anything in an auction, either my friend bought it for a dollar more than the starting bid, or my mom bought it.

jellyfish's ghost

i played around with a scribbler song for a school project.
i made them a copy, but i'm really nervous about them hearing it.
they're pretty preticular guys, and my version is NOTHING like theirs.
imagine sort of an idioteque version of it.

i'm pretty nervous

smoozing

last night i went to the sony/bmg party at the economy shoe shop.
free booze meant me ordering quite a few expensive looking drinks. i got into a rhythm with chocolate martinis, but then i went back to the vodka and crans. needless to say i got loaded.
i was hit on by a lot of industry people and rappers, strangely enough. and one bartender. my ass hurts today.

i remember more about the dreams i had when i passed out than the party.
lots of people were in them. some of them were sexy.
i won't say anymore

vitamin injections

i'm presently reading the book 'edie' i've read quite a bit, 250 pages, around there, and have enjoyed every bit of it. but it also makes my hopes of being longed for, desired, worth fighting over and so on so much more dire. i'd like to be someone's unattainable dreamgirl. but that's just silly.

oh, i rode in the elevator with skye sweetnam at the prince george hotel. she was wearing the tackiest, ugliest boots in existance, and she complemented my shoes. what a horrible day