Month: July 2013

• “"You know, we are all of us writers, busy writing our own fictions about how the world is, and how it came to be this way. We concoct plots and ascribe motives that may, or may not, coincide with the truth.” I scowl at the envelope, wondering. “Take your mother. You write her part for her. Have you ever wondered how she writes her part? Go on. Open it now. Spare us further agony.” Just like Mrs. Sasaki, the author is sympathetic and stern in equal measures. I flick the envelope with my finger, moodily, over and over. “Ah,” she sighs, and the drowsy sea in the background sighs too, “the young.”“

  ‘number9dream’ by David Mitchell

  July 31, 2013

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  i went to the brunny with these aberbabies on saturday night.

  it was my first time there and i actually had a lot of fun.

  however, i managed to forget my id and lose the bag contining one of my work uniforms by ditching it in an alley because we couldn’t bring it in the club (i was pretty drunk so shhh).

  now i need to buy a new pair of black skinny jeans ugh.

  July 30, 2013

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  i’m gonna play this all the time when school starts.

  July 23, 2013

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  i went to the beyonce concert with nellie after luke left

  she is unreal. she is actually a robot or something – living, breathing goddess.

  it was amazing and she was amazing and it made me tired.

  but i mustered up enough energy to go and see jasper at the cameron house on queen west. there was a cute band playing and we had a cute catch up session before heading to mcdonalds.

  busy busy sunday.

  busy busy weekend.

  now i’m broke.

  no regrets.

  July 23, 2013

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  day three of luke’s adventuristing toronto brexperience:

  luke and elaha woke up at like 9, came upstairs and basically jumped on me so i guess i was awake after that.

  we went back downstairs so bre could sleep and rest up for her performance, but i guess we ended up keeping gabby awake instead.

  sorry gabby xoxo.

  we had some weird conversations and came up with some awful hypothetical situations that would never happen in real life. you know, standard morning conversation.

  eventually we all ended up upstairs discussing what bre would be like if she decided to adopt an african child.

  basically she’d be the worst mother ever.

  i had to go to church, but i was not about to do that in my awful slutty shirt, so i switched shirts with luke.

  it was awful. it was too big and sweaty.

  i felt like a frail and dying gross person.

  we decided to switch personas while switching clothes and that was funny.

  elaha took luke back to my place, but it turned out i didn’t even have to go to church, so halfway there i turned around and went home.

  i wanted a shower and change of clothes too.

  we watched bre perform at dundas square and then we all had lunch with nicole. we were all spacy and recovering from the past two nights.

  bre wanted to find a plain black hat so we went shopping with her to no avail. apparently it’s super hard to find a decently priced plain black hat in this city.

  we went home so luke could pack but we ended up taking a nap instead. i kind of just laid down and listen to him talk about ideas he has for novels and stories and stuff (ideas about anything, really. he’s a thinker).

  we left half an hour before his train was set to depart and we were too worried he’d miss it.

  it was weird saying bye to him. it’s like, i knew i’d miss him, but i also knew i’d be seeing him in a couple of weeks and be living with him next year (if we ever find an apartment).

  but even knowing all that, i already miss him a little bit 🙁

  July 23, 2013

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  day two of luke’s adventuristing toronto brexperience:

  we woke up a few hours later and got ready to go to the beach.

  we met up with bre and gabby at bloor station and headed to woodbine.

  the afternoon and early evening were spent lazing about in the sand, interrogating foreigners and being scared of projectiles that people were throwing aroun in the name of sport and athleticism.

  it was a nice relaxing break from all the things we’d done and had yet to do.

  went home to change and take showers and then went to bre’s house to pre before heading out to dance cave.

  dance cave is such a strange place. there were a lot of hipsters and the music ranged from top 40 to 80’s classics.

  luke and i faced bre and elaha in a game of foosball and we won (and i am still proud).

  we decided to go poolhopping again, but i had a bitch fit pretty soon after we got there because nobody would get in the pool with me and i was over it. bre apparently ran after me yelling my name and i apparently fully ignored her. sorry bre xoxo.

  we went back to bre’s place to supposedly watch a movie, but nobody could figure out how the machines worked so we ended up watching the last half hour of the exorcism because it was on television.

  bre had to sleep upstairs in the living room (it was the only way to keep her dog calm) and i joined her so she wouldn’t get lonely.

  July 23, 2013

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  day (night) 1 of luke’s adventuristing toronto brexperience:

  yodit and i went to pick up luke at around 9:45. he had left the arrivals waiting area (God knows why) so we wandered around for at least a good fifteen minutes trying to find him. we ended up making him meet us at the in-station mcdonalds since everyone was hungry anyway.

  yummy.

  went home to drop off his shit, eat spaghetti (i told my parents that he likes spaghetti and tacos, so they made spaghetti and tacos for him while he was here) and pop some happy pills.

  met up with bre and headed to crews and tango. sadiq came and met us there a little later and we danced the night away. everything was bright and we were all incredibly receptive to the energies around us.

  we watched the drag queen (daytona bitch) for a while, and she was hilariously vulgar.

  at one point one of us had a freak out, but we were all still tripping so it didn’t really ruin anything.

  we left to go poolhopping (during which gabby met up with us) but that didn’t last very long because everyone was being a wuss and complaining about the cold and then it started raining.

  we went to tim hortons to escape the night air and our coffees made us feel instantly better. i guess the caffeine kicked off our second wind.

  we walked all the way to the waterfront from christie pits because it’s a quiet, pretty place in the night time.

  we were having an innocent late night photoshoot at the music garden when the king of the garden (some hobo) started yelling at us.

  “where do you live? how would you like it if i just walked into your home and bothered you?”
  “guys we should probably leave…”

  there were a ton of mosquitoes anyway so whatever.

  somewhere along the line we decided it would be a good idea to stay out all night and watch the sun rise, and that’s what we did. or at least tried to.

  we ended up on the bathurst bridge and looking in the wrong direction, so all we saw was the sky gradually get lighter.

  and then we walked home and luke and i passed out in my bunk bed.

  July 23, 2013

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  luke came over this weekend and it was busy busy busy the whole time. it was one long, continuous experience and it left me so tired that i had to spend the whole day inside and in bed just to recover.

  also my voice is totally shot and i sound like i’m dying (sexy or not so sexy?).

  photorecap to follow.

  July 23, 2013

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• A man on the road is solitary. A woman on the road is alone. This is not cute wordplay, but a radically different social experience.

  Vanessa Veselka

  wow.

  Source: theamericanreader.com

  July 19, 2013

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  went to the beach with bre and gabby yesterday. we bought wine and sprite and made spritzers that we disguised in venti starbucks cups.

  “i know this is awful, but can i just have two empty venti cups?”
  “just two empty cups with lids? that’s it?”
  “yeah, sorry.”

  brought books to (not) read and dipped into the lake in a failed attempt to grow third arms.

  it’s kind of a travesty that my first beach day of the year took place in the middle of july.

  fyso, mother nature.

  (and yes, i did just write ‘fyso’)

  July 16, 2013

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• “I think that is why I relish writing for you so much. It makes it possible for me to be not like I am, but as I desire for Little Igor to see me. I can be funny, because I have the time to meditate about how to be funny, and I can repair my mistakes when I perform mistakes, and I can be a melancholy person in manners that are interesting, not only melancholy. With writing, we have second chances. You mentioned to me that first evening of our voyage that you thought you might have been born to be a writer. What a terrible thing, I think. But I must tell you, I do not think that you understand the meaning of what you said when you said that. You were making suggestions of how you like to write, and how it is an interesting thing for you to imagine worlds that are not exactly like this one, or worlds that are exactly like this one. It is true, I am certain, that you will write very many more books that I will, but it is me, not you, who was born to be the writer.”

  – ‘Everything is Illuminated’ by Jonathan Safran Foer

  July 10, 2013

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  went to my coworker adrianna’s cottage this weekend. it was wonderful and relaxing and a great way to get to know the people i now work with (over drinks and food, of course).

  we had a bonfire both nights, roasted marshmallows and hotdogs and made smores.

  i was unsurprisingly the first one swimming in the lake early afternoon, but the guys were already out fishing so i wasn’t all alone.

  the sun was out and i got some colour and we had a really nice barbecue.

  there was even a surprise birthday cake.

  apparently there was a massive freak storm in toronto while we were all out enjoying the sun in our own little slice of cottage country paradise.

  no complaints here (even if i did go home with a thousand or so mosquito bites).

  July 10, 2013

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  above: a photo i took in between two piles of elaha’s dizziness-induced vomit (taken for posterity’s sake, of course).

  met yodit at her bar after work for a couple of beers. elaha and dora came later and we went down to st. louis for more drinks and sweet potato fries.

  dora and yodit wanted to catch the subway home, so elaha and i were left to roam our childhood neighbourhood on our own.

  we ended up hopping the fence of one of the neighbourhood pools and taking an illegal late night swim, which was incredibly refreshing.

  it was really nice.

  that’s the second time i’ve been spontaneously pool hopping this week.

  gotta love the summer time.

  luke’s coming up soon, so that should be fun. i’m going to a cottage with my new coworkers on sunday and then a bunch of friends and i are going to montreal for osheaga in august.

  we’re gonna have a cute little road trip and it’s going to be all kinds of adorbz.

  July 6, 2013

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  above: elaha, bre and me being fun in jim’s awesome pool.

  can you tell this weekend was all about fun?

  sunday (the most eventful day of the weekend): about a month and a half ago i bumped into paul – an old friend from high school – at my brother’s graduation and he asked me if i’d work at a party for him during pride weekend. all i had to do was serve snacks and chat with guests, so it seemed like a pretty decent way to earn an extra $100 for four hours of work.

  the party turned out to be a massive brunch on the patio of a penthouse downtown and it was all very lavish and fun.

  at some point paul introduced me to his friend jim, and jim asked me to go to the party he was having that night.

  i said i’d go.

  the party ended and i met up with elaha and joseph to watch bre dance at one of the stages. then we went to bre’s house and ate and drank some more.

  it was a very much needed, relaxing break from all of the hectic festivities.

  eventually we made our way to the party, which was in the depths of rosedale.

  it turns out jim is an incredibly famous – and incredibly wealthy – figure in the world of academia and his house is this gorgeous, gargantuan work of art and architecture (which has been cited as “one of the most important private houses built in North America in a long time”).

  obviously this was all very impressive and there was an open bar – pretty good indicators of a champion’s night.

  needless to say we all got wasted, ended up in a pool, and i disappeared for a while. i was probably running around in my underwear as elaha found all of my clothes (and my phone and my wallet) in the bathroom next to a sauna.

  hookups were had left, right and center and it was a blurry, riveting mess of a night (in the best way, obviously).

  elaha and i slept over and in the morning jim was kind enough to provide us with breakfast.

  i played him a song on his beautiful piano in his spacious concert hall and then we were on our way.

  i think i’ll be talking to jim soon.

  July 4, 2013

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  above: me and joseph being fun at bre’s house before heading out to find bre’s mom.

  saturday: recruited joseph and elaha. we all went to bre’s house to pre before going out. we went out, found bre’s mom and we all ended up at the stage i was at the night before.

  i love partying with bre’s mom.

  we parted ways when it was time for us to go home, and some guy was giving me the one up while i was walking so obviously i stopped and had a conversation with him (an example of drunk obed’s lovely self-preservation skills).

  i think we made out at one point, but then he said he had no place to sleep so he was just going to spend the night at a bath house and he wanted me to come with him.

  LOL HELL TO THE NO BYE.

  July 4, 2013

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