
drunk after right to party.
ordered rez express, about to watch kiki’s delivery service with laura.
life is great.

this fantastic mess.
dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.

i’m so used to having late night guests and impromptu sleepovers.
all are welcome at my tiny nook in the wall – my little safe haven.
i’ve discovered i work better when sitting at a desk.
it just makes me feel like being productive.
it makes me excited about work.
even as i continue to procrastinate, i say in my head “yes! i am ready! i am not afraid of the words i have yet to write!”
but still, i hate schoolwork.

laura stumbled into my room high and eventually noticed blake’s hat on my lamp.
then she came up with a brilliantly hilarious idea.
at first, she suggested drawing a face on the lamp, but then we decided to print out an actual photo of blake and tape it on.
i don’t know why it was so funny. i guess it’s just because it’s so ridiculously creepy and awful.
“he’s the light of your life.”
“and whenever you don’t want him to see what you’re doing, just spin him so he’s facing the other way.”
laura is brilliant.

above: the portuguese man who served as me and yodit’s boyfriend for the night.
spent my last night in toronto watching chronicle with a few friends and then going out to dance at crews and tangos with yodit.
my first night in back in montreal was pretty fun, but more on that later.
for now, sleep.

met up with sorayray and natascha at 3.30 am for a late night snack at frans.
they’d gone to some place to dance to dubstep while i declined their invitation and stayed home due to fatigue.
but then they called me later and nothing could keep me from going out and getting food (and seeing a good friend i haven’t seen in months, i guess)!

jan and chuck videocalled and i just spent the last half hour or so watching them get high and being jealous.
i took some notes on what they were doing.
– jan’s eating chicken
– chuck’s smoking up
– jan’s smoking up
– they’re laughing a lot
– they’re narrating what’s happening on tv because they have no audio track because they’re using the speakers for music
– they’ve turned the laptop so i can watch tv with them
– jan is singing a song about his chin as he exposes the underneath of it to the camera
i kind of want to be back in montreal now, but i guess i can wait until saturday.

grabbed some margaritas and chicken wings at the VIP with the madre today after dropping by the bank and walking around the AGO.
accomplishments were minimal. all i did was get one of my bank cards back. i still have to sort out my credit line and get the rest of my cards.
ugh.