putting beyonce's velvety vocals over a mid-nineties emo song takes it from first year university dorm makeouts to seducing an older woman after a couple of bottles of gewurtztaminer

montreal: i miss you guys so much. seriously. it's hard to get through the day.

everything goes wrong at once. nobody wants to help me, and i'm (not) dying!

i got the results of the test back, i definitely have lyme disease.

i also have a co-infection called Babesia, which is a parasite that causes malaria-like symptoms. and no, it doesn't make you more attractive.

basically, this means that my life will change drastically over the next few months, and i'll most likely be spending most of my days watching Love, Actually or tivo'd episodes of "A Baby Story" with my mom. so if you guys see me in like 6 months and i'm sensitive to light and i've forgotten how to communicate using actual words, you'll understand, right?

The weekend began on wednesday last week when Amy and i went for beers at Nextdoor in Westmount. The bar is cute; boasts features like a fireplace and a (possibly fake?) British bartender that jokes with you about an ethnic friend of his going to an Agnostic Front show (provided it comes up in conversation). Amy and i managed to get drunk - whoops - and decided that we needed to take a cab home four blocks. Hitting new levels of laziness here, people. Thursday, i had a lovely dinner with Spoiler, Gian, Anna-Karin and Charlotte, which eventually just turned into A.K., Gian and i screaming some old Get Up Kids songs in each other's faces before 10:30pm. After i left Gian's, i met up with my roommates and some others for blissful karaoke at the ol' Maz Bar in celebration of Ariel's 25th birthday, where she sang this little number:

I have been singing this song, nonstop, since that night. It has followed me through my puking hangover on Friday, an Unsolved-Mysteries-recreational-painkiller-and-milkshake-a-thon on Friday night, a trip to Value Village and an impressive (to say the least) Saturday night at Barfly. Sunday consisted of waking up still drunk and going for non-breakfast breakfast, 8 hours of internet male babe hunting, and an epic burrito dinner with Amy. We capped off the night by watching Hackers on cable, which is both hilarious and worthwhile if you're as into young Johnny Lee Miller as we are.
My attempts to begin a productive week were met with a "You Are Not Permitted to Log On Interactively to This Network" dialog box on the Windows XP machines at Concordia Library. "Oh well," i sighed, "tomorrow, i guess" as Ed and i rode off into the sunset to eat some fucking burgers.

By the way, Marc Bolan was the ultimate babe when he was in John's Children.

I wish that picture were, like, 900 mega pixels so i could print it out and put it on my ceiling.

holy shit

drinking a harpoon chocolate stout, listening to the swarm, spending time with great great ladies. wonderful evening.

edit, 2:22am: put my hand through a plate glass window, but am still quite happy.

to explain lack of updates to my 2 readers: laptop shit the bed. haven't had it fixed yet. worried about failing classes and subsequently working at starbucks for the rest of my life. do you want whipped cream with that?

anyway, my agenda for the evening:
-drink a beer (right now)
-drink some festive holiday bevs (in about an hour)
-go to a party, meet some french people (in several hours)
-get drunk and fall down (sometime around meeting the aforementioned french people)