GONNA HAVE YOU TREMBLIN.

Hey guys, wanna hear about the best weekend of my life?! Then go ahead and get lost between god and a shot of scotch.



It started out Friday. Meet ups for the beautiful Kalliane's birthday. I don't think we've ever jumped that much in our life. Did I mention I have the baddest team in the universe?! I love my friends so much. You know when random strangers come up to you and tell you, "yo you girls are always the illest ones here".. that it was a good night. Drinks were spilling, fashion was blazing, and music was bomb. Not even gum in my hair and three girls ripping my hair out to get it out could ruin the night. It was actually kind of funny.

Botch: "my poor hair :( all this gum!"
Joe: "Ah don't worry Botch, you have tons of hair! Long hair!"
Botch: "Yeah you're right, fuck it". lol

The ONLY downfall of this night was having a pervy fucking cab driver pissing me off at 4 in the morning. It's never fun having to get out of a cab, drunk, in the blistering cold, at 4 am because you don't take shit from no one. Actually.. that was pretty awesome too. Don't fuck with Botch, thunn.

Saturday started out with some laughs. Which is exactly what I needed after hating the way things have been going lately. Whenever you're down in the dumps, surround yourself with good people. I think my favorite thing about going to comedy clubs is the food. It was my sister's birthday and she killed it. She's such a beauty:) The comedian was jokes too, "What flavor was this!? OH! GRAPE!.. maybe". BUT I THOROUGHLY enjoyed my dip platter, best hangover food ever. Spinach dip, HUMMUS! Omnomnom.



After that comedy trip.. It was time for dubstep Saturday. HOLY SHIT. I think we did a total of three locations, and each one was playing the most amount of dubstep you could ask for. Dj Araab Muzik was phenomenal. That guy puts in work when he djs! Oh my heart. How does a dj make you feel like you're up there playing what he's playing?! Well he did, and it was awesome.







Move on to Sunday, FUN DAY! Amber graced my life to give me a much needed haircut. Goodbye gum ripped hair! Amber time doesn't happen often with busy schedules and what not, so a night and a day with her, well.. it was a real treat.. After that, it was time for some much anticipated FEASTING. My family gets together what feels like every Sunday for some much needed eating. It's crazy. You'd think these Frenchies and Filipinos were Italians. THEY LIKE TO EAT. Seafood pasta, pasta salad, Chow Mein, Scalloped Potatoes, Roast, Lemon baked Tilapia, Battered Shrimp, dude! The list goes on. What's better than that?! Bringing Kalliane along for the ride and throwing in some rap karaoke.



After that fiasco, went to check out a cover band. They played the Beastie Boys AND the Ramones right after each other, so once that happened, I knew it would be a good night. I was right. I got a phone call at midnight that changed my entire perspective on my current situation. THANK YOU, for that. You're the reason I'm always getting faded! ANDDD it made my entire weekend. That's all I really wanted.. AND RIGHT AT MIDNIGHT! Not a minute later. Our next location was a set up for some mean hip hop. Foxy Brown, KRS ONE, Lost Boyz, AND all played by a female dj. She put on! Our next location was full of more dubstep. Dubstep all over the place!

Then.. this happened..


Don't you just love text message parties?! Afterwards finished half a bottle of wine and hit up even more dubstep. This night went til 7 in the morning. DEATH.

MONDAY! I hadn't slept but put on my "let's go get em" pants. Six hours of sleep in like four days can really fuck you up. "Rollin rollin rollin, I ain't slept in weeks". I met up with my friend Ryan for coffee. We could talk for hours, and I really miss that now that we each live in different cities. We stopped by his place and six years ago we started filling in a Wu-Tang symbol on his blinds. I think it took us like two months to finish filling. You try filling in a Wu on fucking blinds, with a sharpie, shit is hard. Plus I got to meet his turtle! What more could you ask for on a Sunday?! Then I came home and vomited my guts out. You know. Sexy type shit.





So, what did I learn this weekend?! I learned that I can't make anyone want what I want. I learned getting gum in your hair really fucking sucks. I learned that beer still rules. I learned that hip hop isn't dead, and never will be. I learned that no matter what happens to me, I have enough good to out-weigh the negative.

And fuck, if I have anything to be thankful for, it's definitely that.
Stay up.

Glorious darling, absolutely glorious.

IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO TELL YET..

These past few weeks have been crazy. I've made life choices and party choices. I can't remember the last time I've actually slept during the night. I've always hated when people say that, "I haven't slept in weeks". I considered it to be an act or a phony testament of how cool that person is.. but fuck! Seriously, I haven't slept in weeks.

so, go ahead and get lost..
Good things have happened, bad things have happened. Some how though, I've been learning to accept bad things a little better now. So much bad shit happens to me, and a lot of it is my own fault.. so why should I host a pity party for myself when I'm the one who made the invitations? No fucking more. There's a lot of good going on right now, and I choose to pay attention to that, and nothing else.

I've met soooo many amazing people these past few weeks, it's ridiculous. I'm so thankful for everything going on right now.. even with all the bad, annoying shit.

Maseo was amazing. He played more disco and funk than hip hop which wasn't minded at all. The crowd was minimal, but fuuuck, who needs a crowd when the music is that good. I feel like sometimes people don't understand that you can attend a show for the music, without giving a fuck about anything else.

Kings of Leon was a blast. Nothing like being front stage for a huge concert. Is there something ridiculous attractive about guitarists smoking? Really though, every time he took that cigarette and placed it in between the strings and the bridge of his guitar, I thought I was going to bust a nut.. right there.





University held a speaking by Jeff Chang. Jeff Chang is the author of "Can't Stop, Won't Stop". A piece of literature that every single person who appreciates hip hop should pick up. About six years ago, I won a writing award that allowed me to get one book off amazon for free. I ordered "Can't Stop, Won't Stop". The people in charge of the award kind of questioned my actions, but I didn't care. I highlighted that shit to shreds, and had notes all over it like it was a textbook. A falling out with my exboyfriend ended up in him ripping the book to pieces.. and it wasn't until two years after that where I got a second copy for my birthday. This book literally at one point, was my life.. so you can imagine how awe-struck I was meeting him.. and I was with good company. It was a perfect fucking moment in my life, and I'll treasure it forever. Not to mention, I got to meet him. I think I blabbed something in between stomach butterflies and nervous hand-shaking about, "YOU'RE AMAZING! AH". Yeah, "amazing", the only adjective I know. hahaha.




Richard and Marti's birthday wasn't exactly a success, but it certainly was a good time. Whenever I get to see the slur of all of these fucking people, I get all kinds of excited. I love my friends to the death of me, and can't wait for round 2, tonight! Eek!

When it comes to Canada, or football, or fireworks, or hockey.. I instantly feel connected to my dad. So last night's NHL party really hit home. Glad I ended up coming out for that, it was worth every second.




In summary, life is good. Let's hope it stays like this for awhile. Happy weekend. I hope the work I put in will make up for the lack of entries lately.

And hey Alex, I haven't forgotten about you.
Know that.

Happy Thanksgiving, xo!

LONGEST BLOG ENTRY SINCE TIME.

JUST BAILS!! lol you're a gay fag. uhh fuck i had so much to type and it just left me. finished rant, FINALLY. i just haven't had the time?! &i know it's like "yeah right you don't even go anywhere anymore" UHH SHUT UP. i don't have time. but i finished it, more on that later. i miss my brother:( WAIT TIL I GET MY MONEY RIGHT. faCk bitches. i tore apart everything i own today and found $8.. which was fucking exciting. but i was also out of cigarettes. can't afford belmonts so i had to settle, for canadian classics. a 20 pack of canadian classics. 7.86 for that shit. you do the math. "you wanna do lunch botch?" nah kid i got bills to pay, i got moves to make, but my flight lands at 8 dont be late.. ya ok anyways. i'm severely sleep deprived.. but that ain't my bad cuz like i can't sleep. i don't get tired til like 4am, then at like 8am i'm awake and like, shit. that kinda blows. teej asked "how do you sleep so late and wake up so early!?" i don't know tj. i just.. don't know. this is gonna be a long entry. brace urselves. so i should have a phone by thursday, thats some good news. i realized i left my fucking notepad in my purse when it got stolen. which included all daily activity i had to handle, book pages, etc. kinda bummed me out.
the weather was IIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL today. hello going for cigarettes with a t shirt on. yo. you feelin this? only downfall is the fucking meltage. water was seepin into my zoo yorks faster than pre-cum outta 14yrolds jerkin it. ya like that?! kinda gross. so our water boys number was all gone-zo's or something, so we've been buying that gay ass bottled water. it's bull shit. water bottles all over my room! so he calls today after like a week and he's like "this is the new number". oh yA? thanks for the tip homay.
so this dude always asks me "hows ur boyfriend?!" and i'm always like "i don't have one!" and he goes "ohhhhh i thought you didddd..!!" or some shit like that. anyways, today he said it again, and i rebelled, im like "HES GOOD." and he goes "oh what? i wanted to hook you up with this guy.. he's 25." like him being 25 is supposed to be extra sexy or something. i don't fuck with asians no more, sorry. they're kinda crazy. ooooh big burn to all ya hatahs.
did i mention i paid for that pack of cigarettes with like nickels and dimes? good times. i've missed so much sports it's REDIC. i'm so behind. not only that but i know about no current events/tv shows/celeb gossip, etc. not that i care about that shit cuz ay, i just care about my life and thazz it. but still, kinda embarrassing during conversations and im just like "buhhhhhh.. yes." rant taught me about 'lineage'.. ANYONE INTERESTED IN A GOOD OL CONVERSATION ABOUT LINEAGE? sounds tempting, i know. i just took out lost boyz, common and digital underground and put in santogold, kanye, and the fratellis. nigga thas random. this is random, actually.
i wanna pick up my phone! cmon life, go faster. then once i get my phone, go sloooowwwer. ryan just messaged me saying "i have homosexual studies". haha uhh what? weirdo. i wanna party! except, not party. i just want like 8 beers, food, and someone to be like "fuck botch ur so annoying!!" and i'll respond, "yaaaa right, im so funny!" hahaha. that scenario played out real funny in my head. i want a bed in a bag! a nice downe one, all white. sounds sexy right.. too bad it's like $100, and thats for like a cheap walmart version. i want the good shit ! i just need to win the lottery.. BUT FIRST, i gotta buy a ticket. which i never do cuz im like "eh". but really, i think one day im just gonna come across luck money.. then all my haters will be on my balls like "fuck botch ur sooo cool". and i'll be like "yaa i know, ya broke bitch!"
lotta dialogue in this entry ay.. i dunno whats up with that/ i miss bianca. i've been thinking about doing weekly themed entries. it's just a thought, i don't wanna say i'm gonna do it cuz look what happened with my 365. promises you can't keep = puke on a platter. but ya, we'll see.
bored yet? still reading? good. in that case. YOU, and you alone reader, are the sexxiest mother fucker ever. how the fuck do you do it!?
amber has my chicago bulls cap, and my book. jono has my scarf. bianca still has my bag LOL. my sister has my tshirt and sweats. all my shit's so scattered. and im too lazy. so uhh, bring it to me whenevs? lol. fuck i went this long, no rush.
see if i had my cell phone, this entry wouldn't be here, cuz i'd just be texting bitches "YO!" beggin' for a joke or some shit like that.
fuck your baby's ugly. it's like gross. and i know it's like kinda fucked up that i'm saying that. but shit. ew. wtf is that alien baby. haha makes sense though. moms and dads is sure a fail.....and i wonder why i got my shit stolen, when karma's knockin at my door. tomorrow i gotta clean my room. freal. FOR REAL. anddd if i don't .. well then. i just don't know. i need to start wearing my retainers. ugh. i know it's not a hard task but it always feels like it is.. almost like working out. even though they're so diff. fuck as if tomorrow's monday. of all days, it's monday. sucks ay? gza's on a monday. WHY GZA WHY!? ok. thas enough! time for me to like try and sleep but not really sleep.
ciao.

feelin: sleepy
listen: drake - successful