The origins of Family Day... well, sort-of...

Holy crap, I just lost one of the most beautiful and elegant post's I've ever written in my short life. Then deleted, by mistake.

And now, it's bedtime.

As for me, don't you worry about me my faithful followers. But there's nothing shenaniganarific going on right now. I feel I've failed my motto, Procrastinate Now!!

But never fear, dear Interwebbers. For this weekend marks the anniversary of my father, and brother's birth. As well, it is a most sacred holiday that Ontarian's hold dear: Family Day. Ah, for those of us in Ontario, the Family Day Holiday is more sacred and amusing then Christmas, Hallowe'en and My Birthday combined.

So, it's the least I can do, for you, dear reader. I solemnly vow, on this sanctimonious holiday weekend commemorating the sacred bonds of family ties, to go on a bender. And make sweet shenanigany tomfoolery all throughout the land.

Wish me peace, in my noble quest.

For if I shall fail, then I shall return to this blogorator device, and make up lies about how "the weekend was epic" and "it was totally boss, fo'sho"

Got lost in a space/time continuum

I last posted on September 30th, buuuuut I only finally paid my rent today, so I guess it's still October 1st in my mind.

Jeeze I'm hyperventalating...

Where is the time going?

School... is almost halfway done!
I feel like I'm falling behind.
Or just barely meeting deadline, actually.

Here's what I've been doing instead of blogging:

1. Being sick with the nastiest cold I've ever had. And I am sick and tired of oil of oregano, strange hot beverage concoctions and not being able to sleep through the night
2. I did spend my entire Thanksgiving Monday (one of the few-and-far-between days of my life where I had no school and no work) sleeping for 18 hours. No shit. Also took an aimless thinking drive around the city wasting gas and blaring trance and hiphop. Then I worked on learning the dance to Beyonce's Single Ladies music video.
3. Writing stories and getting minimal school work done
4. A lot of fucking family dinners. Jeeze, delightful times had by all, but they really tend to take up a lot of time.
5. Fantasia Party
6. Working
7. Laundry

Promises: Now with more sincerity..

This is the beginning of a whole new me. I have decided that to follow up the Summer of YES!! I shall deem this next stage of my life...

The Semester of Organization & Productivity AND... RESEARCH!

Yaaaahhhhh!

So first things first, we'll set some goals.

1. IOU some posts. And I'm going to finish them. One by one.
a. 2 in the Montreal series
b. review on Rain
c. review on Bananashpeel
d. Montreal photos
e. summer of photos
f. summer in review
g. goal achievement
h. butt-load of stories
i. an about-me section

Jeeze. Gimme a break here!

I don't recall the one where Carrie went to the free-clinic...

It's a rite of passage and a necessary reality for any sexually active woman in the city.

That's righty-o, faithful readers. Tomorrow, I'm treckin' to the free-clinic for my "yearly" HIV and STI testing.

All in the name of "research".

My rational self assures me that I have nothing to worry about.

But the worry-wort in me? Well that's a different story.

This post is, unfortunately, rated PG-13...

So it's been a busy week. Productive, and yet oh-so procrastination-filled.

Irish and I have been threatening for years to go to the gym, and we actually dragged our sorry butts into Frog's not once, but twice this week. We literally had all we needed in our trunks for an impromptu gym session. Interestingly, we also have everything we need in our respective trunks for any formal occasion, including wedding crashing. We have a lot of junk in our trunks. Hence, gym is a necessity.

I learned this week, that what happens when the journalists leave the newsroom, should stay out of the newsroom. Everything was going grand at karaoke, in honour of Silver's birthday. I was dressed like a $2 hooker, screwdrived on the subway, and made a grand entrance, fashionably late (in my typical Veronica fashion) to the tune of "kisses for everyone"!

(I'm not drunk until I have a catch-phrase. 'Kisses for everyone' is considerably less dangerous than 'yes to everything!')

It was $3.50 drink night. Dangerous.