spoiled chinese girl

So last night consisted of a bottle of vodka for me, and sleeping on a couch for 6 non-consecutive hours while a boy I know writes the music to a song & chats online & watchs TV shows ad-naseum. There was taco's in there somewhere, including the searching for taco stuff at the grocery store. I was a smartass, when questioned “What's the difference between 14% and 5% in the sour creme?” my reply was “9%?” Also there was jumping into a puddle of cat pee when trying to harass a certain DJ during her fundraising show. I didn't harass the right person, but I feel that at 1am, drunken harassment is funny no matter who its directed towards. Also, it's great to hear the words “Strap-On Tools” repeated over and over. Even if the whole B.Sav joke was only understood by two people in Thornhill, and barely understood at all. Strangely enough, going to bed at 3am and waking up at 5am is just fine with me, I've done it for the past 5 days. Either way, I'm wondering how many more drunken nights will make me forget reality. This is getting expensive.

Like totally im such a cheap drunk and everyone always makes fun of me for it. but its like, whatever, at least when i go somewhere i won’t have to worry about spending loads of money cuz like im all drunk from like 2 or 3 drinks. except when its martini night at… whatever the place is that has martini night on wednesdays. that’s like me doing martinis all night long with everyone else. they had the BEST weird maritnis thats like this chocolate mint alcoholic drink. so good.

WTF. Im listening to family guy right now and stewie’s talking about having sex. what the hell is a 2 year old doing with having sex? isn’t the age minimum somethingl ike 6? or whatever. i dunno. stewie’s penis had some point of rigormortis. it was hilarious.

anyways. yea my friend’s a dj at the york university radio station, CHRY, and all this week is their fundraiser epic thingie, and i always donate during saira’s superfly show. always when she’s going, and i always do something that ends in 69 cents because its funny. hahaha. 69. not that i like doing a 69. I just want to hear saira go “and… 69 cents” except last year it didn’t happen.

last year they had massive problems with hte phone lines and they couldn’t get any calls in. normally her show pulls in a couple grand but i was the last person who was able to get through, actually the offical last person at like 2:59 or something cuz i kept trying. anyways. i donated my something and 69 cents. but some jerkoff donated something and 31 cents so i didn’t get to hear saira say 69 cents. but, because of my last minute contribution, the exact total of donations for her show was $666.00. fucking hilarious. i messaged her just to make sure because i thought she lied. but she didn’t.

its hilarious. anyways if you want to listen, saira does the superfly show between 11pm and 2am, and you clidk on this link: http://www.yorku.ca/chry/ and listen in! im probably going to bug her to play SoT because i can, and bcause i know she would if she can find the CD in time to play it.

wow. i should shut up.

And I don't know what to do (now that you've moved away.)

I never sleep well when I’m at someone else’s house. I’m not particularly sure what it is, but I generally wake up early as a person anyways. Not that it’s particularly my choice, but every once in a while I’ll just wake up and I won’t be able to go back to sleep. IT just sucks when it’s 5am and I’m awake.

Although the good thing is I’m at my friend Phil’s & Badur’s house and they’ve got these MASSIVE windows that look out onto the Gardiner Expressway. Thats eeirely(sp?) quiet because they decided to close it down on one of the biggest weekends in the city. (2 jays games, one being the LAST jays game of the season, a home show or something going on all weekend at the EX grounds, and some sort of run for the cure dealie going on, which shuts down even MORE streets) Tis why I stayed down here in the first place, because I’m going to try to get another job basically replacing Phil when he becomes a jerk and ditches me in Toronto for a new and exciting life in Mexico.

Anyways, one of the perks of being up at 5:30 in the morning is the fact that I very easily was able to watch the sun rise over a quiet highway accented with heavy machenery that is checking out the structural integretiy of a busy road.

It was exciting, and calming, and sad, and depressing.
But that might just be me.
And it’s over now because the sun is shining and the tank is clean… the tank is clean?!?!!???

I fell asleep in a bean bag.
I woke up with the sun.
I'm getting kicked off the computer.