take away shows

http://www.blogotheque.net/
more added!!!!!!

phases of phrases

nothing beats finishing a marketing assingment while drunk off two glasses of wine. and reminiscing. and visiting church bell towers and courtyards late at night.

sex slave

introducing...

my new boyfriend, apa sherpa.

never give up on the good times

one week!!!!

misseed connection

you were wearing a red hat, you had all the right moves. we bonded over blogging and the dj's crapiness. you left in a cab without a trace, i never got to say goodbye. je t'aime mon petit jerk.

also: dear dan levy, i love you and your white glasses. (we hugged) :)

pinky and the brain

last night during my drunk adventures i aquired a book entitled "Biological Psychology". It's basically a text book all about the way the brain functions. It's so funny to think that our brains are so similar from one person to the other, but we can be so different. The book talks about cases where people have had accidents and have recovered, but their brain functions differently, thus making them have an entirely different personality. It's hard to imagine that our pesonality is just based on wiring. Say, for example, this happened to me. Would I no longer be able to recall the boy band knowledge of my 90's upbringing? I mean, that is just an extreme example, but it really amazes me that everythng you know now could one day be erased.
Similarily, lately I've been noticing my memory gets foggier of my childhood as I grow up. Of course the significant, and sometimes very random, events stick out. I wish I could remember more. Although, there's no limit to your memory. You could hear a sound, smell something or just have a deja vu and all of a sudden random memories rush back into your head. I love when you get a really strong memory of a way you were feeling at a specific time, it makes you feel alive.
When I think about what makes me myself and the memories that make me this way, I feel somewhat uneasy. I don't know myself as completely as i would like to. I know what I like and what I don't like, or how I'll act in different situations. What i don't know is what makes me unique and sets me apart from everyone else. What qualities, if erased, would be missed by my friends and family.
This is my mission for the next little while, and I'm sure more thoughts will arise as I make my way through this book.

In other news: you're all I ever wanted. you're all I ever needed. yeahhhhh. so tell me what to do now, when I want you back. doo doo doo doo. (can't shake this amazingness from my head)

little blue jay

doob cruises through the city are oh so nice
crack whores, 90's boy band mix, oatmeal raisin cookies and sibling stop-bys.
i feel refreshed and finally happy...the weekend is here!!!!

la mer

i hate coughing in movie theatres.
especially when you have a terrible non-stop, hacking, hard to stifle cough.
and especially when the people sitting in front of you chose to be right in your face instead of moving a few seats to the side...when the whole row was empty.
especially when the seats are very low so it's crucial that you have a clear view in front of you.
but mostly i hate coughing in the movie and disturbing the close sitters.
it even beats coughing during a lecture.

when you have the kind of cough that requires you to bark in the quietest of moments, it makes you so aware of it, and thus inevitably makes you cough even more.
as soon as your cough is gone and someone else has one, it's so easy to ignore. but when you're the one making the constant interruptions you feel so disruptive.

plus all this hacking hurts my little head, so now i must rest it. bonne nuit.

papillion

i've been waiting, and tonight i get to see the diving bell and the butterfly!

r.i.p.

please follow my lead and hold a candle vigil for mr heath.
goodbye, cowboy.

you'll be singing "can't take my eyes off of you" in the bleachers of heaven forever.

blogger's block

whit* diggity diggity ding dong says: (9:52:19 PM)
i know what you mean. the blogging life really is a tough life.
Simon says: (9:52:48 PM)
FOR REALZ!

wise conversations between two world renowned bloggers and former myspace queens.
haha, oh the days of top 8.

note to self: when down in the dumps, light candles, listen to edith piaf and blog.

french kiss

just so ya know...tonight is romantic comedies from the 90's movie night.

wild ass

snoochie boochie

must. contribute. to blog.

phew!

dead man's curve

nothing feels nicer right now than a clean, organized bedroom. thanks to some man hours, swiffer clothes and ikea my room is liveable again.
also...addicted to satsuma. and burning scented oil. seriously...i need my fix right now.

and i'm back...(from the outside cold that is). man my street is weird at 12:34 a.m. very quiet. and echoey. so if anyone is walking on the sidewalk and your window is open, you can hear. yet, all though it's one of the most echoey streets it is also the road commonly taken by fire trucks. those new fire trucks that make, this new annoying siren sound, which sort of sounds like a skipping speakerbox or something.

anyways....back to the good. it is a very lovely street. on my left i can see the cn tower. and it is all prettily lit up (the best is rainbow during pride!). in front of me i have ocad, like right there...in my face. and the growing a.g.o with all it's crazy construction. to the right you can see straight all the way to college. i like to watch my friends walk from dundas to mccaul, you can see them for so long.

my room is not only clean now, but candle lit. my favourite kind of lighting...and can't help but to love the lights shining in through the massive windows.

i wish we had a fireplace...i love fireplaces. if we did, i would be in front of it all day and night. i would become addicted to the warmth and any time i went outside i would freeze. well maybe that excessive...but either way.

what we DO have that is cool is a sauna in our buildings "lantern club". the club also features a fully equipped billiards table, family favourite ping pong room, and a small library of books for the avid reader.

magic...not tragic?
yes! this day goes under the magic category. time to start keeping count.

postlife postal existence

the wonderful world of Henrik Drescher.


Today I bought the book Postal Seance at Value Village for a very modest $1.99. It's basically his experiment to contact famous dead people. His beautiful letters are mailed from different locations around the world, and almost all of them were never returned to their senders...meaning, they reached their subject? Very random, but a very beautiful book. It even comes with stamps with his drawings so i can conduct my own experiment. Hmm...who first? I think I'll try Ms Audrey Hepburn herself!

slinking around on the town

nerd glasses by day, cat masks by night. luella gets it.

little nemo in slumberland

love thy neighbourhood

dear men assembled outside the McCaul Community Centre at approximately 9:30 this evening,
what were you all meeting about? we were the two on the teeter totter at the park across the road from you.
with love,
your neighbour

muffin mission: a summary

mission muffin was a grand success!
I baked some banana chocolate chip muffins and we went around to our neighbours and handed them out. Many nice people were met!
One man told us that our apartment was raided before we moved in, supposedly a crack operation???
Met some boys to sesh with. Some cute old men and women.
All in all, mission completed.


my next mission, should i choose to accept it is to deliver muffins to my main man karrrrrrrl.

love love love

i have a love of my life. but he doesn';t know...and i'm drunk and 60's dancing was so fun!

the pink palace

i've been back in toronto for a week now. i found some photos on my camera that i took my last night at home, and they made me long for the pink comforts of home.







[note to self]
to cure pinklessness, move into this house:

my name? it's marc...no, i spell it with a c.

love love love!!!


and...spice girls countdown: 22 days

human pile up

i miss this.

so this is the new year...

i don't feel any different.

i haven't really sat down and thought about new years resolutions. to me, it never really feels like the start of a brand new year...for me years are based on september. but then when i get thinking about it, it is a whole new thing in itself when january comes. it starts to get in my head as come first week of school i have to keep remembering to date my notes with 2008. but that's the most thought i ever give it.
but this year i'm going to try to stick to something.
encouraged by various jerks and sisters, who all made solid resolutions...i am going to make 2008 a year based on not holding back. don't disturb the sexy has the same basic idea to it.

there'd be no distance that could hold us back.

so starting now i will say what i want when i want. not be so shy. open my mind. not be ashamed of who i am. not feel so guilty. and finally...be more magic than tragic.

my new years motto!

updates coming soon...this blog seems like a good way to keep track of my new year.

trash

oh ma god.
Paradise Hotel (the old season!!!) is on Slice, Wednesdays at 9. This is the best discovery ever.

more tragic than magic

bowie's lookalikes. surprisingly enough, he didn't even get himself.

muffin mission

it's happening in t minus 87 hours.

siq roomie

feeling all kinds of badass lately.

cheap ass around town

to answer your question...i did know that this still survived. only i guess it wasn't good enough for wikipedia.
http://yousurp.com/snap-cubed

watch this

JPod premieres tonight at 9 on CBC. watch!

heavens to betsey (who else?)

a good day at school was had, and i am looking forward to my fashion photography class!!!
a little more betsey...because the woman can do no wrong.

insert my face on this girls body.

love love love love love



give me some betsey, some bows, a pair of heart sunglasses and a handsome boy and i am happy!

bird flu

scracth out pedestrians and insert balconies. disgusting creatures, if you come on my balcony again and add to your pile of crap i will be forced to...i don't know, something bad.
now...this week's mission: go into a pet store and ask them if they have "Poop-Off ®". greeeeat.

post script: i apologize to anyone who recently got struck by a battery flying through the air outside of mcdonalds on mccaul, it was intended for a pigeon, not you.

post post script: the roomate teamwork got the balcony clean...sorry to everyone below again. if toronto gets a wide spread case of bird flu we'll know who to blame. the pigeons, not us sheesh.

can't get enough of your love, babe

i'm in love with illusions so saw me in half

i'm in love with tricks so pull another rabbit out your hat

cool school

first day back and it felt oh so high school.
"did she get bangs?"
"he's definately gay"
gotta love a seventy student program!

brother from another mother

his royal jerkiness has come out of hiding.
http://jerkspot.signmyface.com/

top model whore wannabe

a dear friend has just sent me the photos she labeled slut.jpg, nocomment...stds.jpg and topmodelWHOREWANNABE.jpg over MSN and i wish i could post them here. The object of the photos, however, is someone we mutually know with hilariously trash facebook photographs...and if I showed them here I would perhaps face a bitch slap.
however, i thought it was important to document this moment in my life.


p i n k p a n t s would like to send you the file "top model WHORE WANNABE.jpg" (43 Kb). Transfer time is less than 1 minute with a 28.8 modem. Do you want to (Ctrl+T) or (Ctrl+D) the invitation

so in lieu of slutty photos after i got you all excited...here's one of the biggest non-wannabe (cause she already is) whores i know:

something scandinavious

lately i've been curious and enchanted by all things scandinavian. beautiful old homes in the most serene of locations, fun sounding helsinki and up to and including iceland.





Wiki:
Scandinavia is a historical and geographical region centred on the Scandinavian Peninsula in Northern Europe which includes the kingdoms of Norway and Sweden.[1][2] The other Nordic countries, Denmark, Finland, Iceland and the Faroe Islands, are also often included because of their close historic and cultural relations to Norway, Sweden, and Denmark.[3][4][5]

When I go there I will meet a Norweigan hunk named Sveinbjörn Sveinbjörnsson and become Whitney Sveinbjörnsson. We will move into a hillside cabin, and regularly travel to western europe (so we can have the best of both worlds!!!!).

sighhhh.
note to self: start vacation fund...do this:
20 Day Tour of Scandinavia:
http://www.backpackertours.co.uk/europe/scandinavia-contiki-tour.htm

somewhere over the rainbow

gross laundry touchers

with your donation to the whitney betsey fund, i can buy this:



please and thank you.

scout's honour

many hostessing tips just learned from miss amy sedaris.
favourites included little felt keys, cupcake recipes and pet bunnies.

sweet lime

don't you hate when you have a feeling of uneasiness, though you can't quite pin point the cause?
I get that a lot. it usually stems from a specific occurence or thought, which i eventually forget about but am still left with a feeling that something is wrong.
when you get this sort of feeling throughout your body, it's hard to ignore.
then as quickly as it comes, it can go away. and that makes it all ok in the end.

whaaa happened?

2008 has been a very fun year so far.

although my memory is a little fuzzy regarding last night, there were some very memorable moments.

dancing was fun, the dance move of the night being the arm punch and kick. not only is it fun, but also a good way to tell gross boys to back off.

i also remember falling on the floor at one point, though i must say it was quite graceful. i tried to make it look like i did it on purpose and took to sitting on the floor while i regained my balance.

by the end of the night i had a permanent marker moustache, which everyone on the ttc was laughing at. i think they thought i wasn't aware of it...because that's what i would think if i saw a girl on the subway acting normal with a big black stache. believe me...i was fully aware.
another high point was the altercation with some random guy from winnipeg who started hitting on me and then after criticising my friends i turned pyscho bitch on. seems as if i got many different people to tell him off after i did. my anger continued when walking home and i saw some guy push his friend in the snow. i was convinced they weren't joking around and began to tell him off...all while he was staring at my moustache.
minus the car stealing scare today, it has been quite a fun day. but very tiring...so with this, i hope that my new years eve is a hint at what's to come this year. not fighting or moustaches, but very fun times to be had in the future.

don't go out there!

permanent marker moustaches, fights, cupcakes and pigeons. new years post to come...for now, watch tyra go crazy: