January 30th, 2009.

Today I went to South Burnaby where I bought on-sale extensions for cheaps, then came home and sewed them to my head, then I dyed my head, and now I look more like cyndi lauper than EVER! One time the staff at a bar in Amherst promised me I'd win the $100 prize in the Cyndi Lauper look-a-like contest they were judging the following night, but I couldn't go because I had to sing I Want You to Want Me in a barn at Hampshire. Doesn't that suck? It totally sucks.

Now we are drinking beer and eating popcorn and the lights are off for THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT hahaahhahahahaa. goodnight

January 29th, 2009.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahahahaaa!!!! Lemmy's good side. Christine arrived today, the three of us went to London Drugs and got popcorn and hydrogen peroxide. We watched beerfest and I fell asleep on the floor. Win!

January 28th, 2009.

For my dearest Amy,

Here is some food that I ate on the 28th. Featured: chili chicken, naan bread, and wildcat beer.

Lizzie

January 27th, 2009.

Lemmy, looking spooky.

Today was quite nice indeed. Went to class, went for a run, took a long shower, and took myself out on a date to explore downtown. I ended up wandering into one of those disgustingly overpriced punk-boutiques, and became insta-best-friends with the multicolored bored lady working behind the counter. My shoe size came up in conversation, and she excitedly produced the sweetest shoes in the entire world, that were marked down 60% because no one could fit in them! Are you kidding me?! I threw over my $20, and took home the slickest shoes I've ever owned.

My parents took me out for really, really fun dinner. (tom and jerry's licensed buffet) Then said our goodbyes. (which were none too fun.)

They left, I felt down, so I cheered myself up by putting on the Marie Antoinette soundtrack and (ha) taking pictures of my new shoes. The shoes make me 5 inches taller, and that soundtrack is so good, I would absolutely recommend it to anyone.

January 26th, 2009.

Today was a day of awesome productivity! Woke up at 9 am to drink 3 cups of coffee and watch Mean Girls with Matt. Cleaned and scrubbed the house, got passport photos taken, and then my parents showed up. We drove to the US-Canada border to get my study permit, and it was incredibly smooth, despite my illegal timing. (Relief.) I saw 3 bald eagles just at the US border, which was appropriately magical.

Parents and I then went to buy shelves, wine, and vodka. We returned home, ordered pizza, drank, and built stuff. Our apartment looks SO SWEET now, which is cool because we have infinite people coming to stay with us in the next month. So sweet.

January 25th, 2009.

Aggggh, I missed a day. Oh well. Nothing happened. The 24th was spent rendering old clothes, bleaching patches, etc. We ordered Chinese and watched Amazon Girls on the Moon. The morning of the 25th was much the same thing, and in the evening we met friends at the Met for toonie beers and jukebox dancing. I think the stars are in a bad place tonight, it seems everyone everywhere is fighting??? Exhaustive. Exhaustive.

January 23rd, 2009.

Woke up early, and found five people sleeping in the living room. We went to 2.75 breakfast (and oh my god it was a dense breakfast). I eventually dragged (drug?) my hungover body back home in sunglasses and a leather jacket and I felt totally suspicious.

Took a nap, did some homework, spoke to my mother on the phone, ordered Greek food, watched Family Guy. I made 4 plans to go out tonight and did none of them. Though I feel like a schmuck, it was absolutely worth it. Now Matt is asleep and I am listening to girl tunes while painting my nails with glitter. Above are some photos of me and my slut-rats.

January 22nd, 2009.

Had three classes, and ran TEN MILES today. Such goodness. Justine, Wasco, Ben, Max, Tristen, Danny, and a fat goth girl came over to drink beer and I figured out that vodka-waters are the smartest. (they cancel each other out, hangoverwise) and it doesn't take too many of them to stop noticing how unfortunate they taste. Win!

I made cupcakes, bonded like mad, my study permit got rejected, I have to go to America now. Ugh.

January 21st, 2009.

TACO NIGHTT. I dont remember much else about this day, I just remember tacos. B-) The gross looking one is mine, because I was a little girl and made a JALAPENO-PACKED mashed up salad. Watched Space Ghost, and started painting the walls in the smoking room. Matt painted a bunny and some other cool stuff and I painted myself crouching in the corner with an aggressive look on my face. Spooky, no?

January 20th, 2009.

I spent Inauguration Day watching the coverage giddily. When he finally got off class, I met Matt downtown and we ate a long lunch at Dennys. (He got a roast beef sandwich, I got fajitas.) We had about 8 cups of coffee each until I got that weird feeling, like I was getting tipsy for the first time or something. We ironed out a lot of latent gross stuff, bonded, passed headphones back and forth, I watched us from a distance and it looked like we were on our third date. It was a nice eating experience.

Then we went to the art gallery, (pictured above) they were between exhibits so some of the stuff was pretty ehh, but we didn't have to pay to get in! Sweet. I exchanged numerous glances with a guy I eventually recognized as someone I argued with last year while making his double Americano. Absolute asshole. Small world. We took the bus to Value Village and I bought cat-eye sunglasses and a long leather jacket! Got home and painted Siouxsie eyes on the back while we watched the Simpsons. Pleasant day.

January 19th, 2009.

We ate delicious Vietnamese for breakfast, then went for a walk to this huge park in our neighborhood. We hung out on the beach and enjoyed the fog and the seesaws before taking a bus to Save-On Meats. They are closing, so we stocked up on cheap meat. Met Justine for burgers, and she had a Seinfeld purse with rhinestones on it. Are you fucking kidding me? What a beautiful day.

January 18th, 2009.

We went out for $2 beers at the met with new friends. There was a jukebox, a pool table, and $2 beers. Matt and I ran home from the bus stop, in bed before 3. Straaange...?

January 17th, 2009.

Drove down from Whistler today and the weather was beautiful, said farewell to my brother which is never a good thing. Boyfriend and I went out to a concert, where words can't express how shitty a time I had, to be frank. We went to an afterparty with some drunk kids, and if it weren't for facebook I'm sure they'd be waking up right now thinking we were just some hairpsray scented, angsty dream. Hmmm.

January 16th, 2009.

Ewww, I missed a day. The 15th was busy, I had 3 classes and made up all sorts of exciting fake facts about me during the stupid, stupid introduce-yourself-to-the-class bit. My school is too big for anyone to notice, for certain.

Came home from school, had surprisingly effective cocktails with the man before racing to the bus depot and barely making the last bus to Whistler. The drink and the rushing and the classes knocked me out, I slept until I arrived and my mom and brother watched natural born killers with me. B-)

Today I ran another 6 miles, saw a movie, and had dinner at a fancy restaurant. I took a picture of the phantom of the restaurant, my brother, and my first ceasar salad. (it was delicious i finished the entire thing.)

January 14th, 2009.

Today was kind of a waste of a day. Woke up early, worked on an essay on the Canadian Constitution (which I know absolutely no thing about) and mailed it to my school. Ate pho, and fell asleep early.

Woke up at 2 AM to watch Fraser until my first class starts. Yuck.

January 13th, 2009.

Today I ran Siiiiiiix Miiiiiiiles. I had art-issues class, spent exactly one billion dollars on required textbooks for this semester, went downtown to buy bubble bath using leftover giftcards from my birthday, and then I came home and had a bath. I get really, really bored when I take baths but this one was OK, because it had bubbles that eventually turned the water pink, which was fascinating. Fascinating.

January 12th, 2009.

Tonight, Alyce (and Vince) had Matt and I over for a delicious belated birthday dinner of roast chicken, yams, apple pie, red wine and whiskey sweetened with cider. We played SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES on rock band until her softy roommates complained about noise. Matt got a classy book full of naked chicks for his birthday, and we gazed at it all the way home. Its still way too cold outside.

January 11th, 2009.

Tonight, Alyce and I braved Vancouver's cheapest goth night. We talked about boys and partook in 4 jager shots and 4 orders of vodka-tonics and gin-and-gingers. She gave me a pink thong for xmas and I returned the favor by attracting an ugly redhead named Vincent who told us dead baby jokes for all of about ten minutes. We danced him out of our way while Depeche Mode scared all the bondage-pants-boys and fat-girls-in-corsets off the disappointing dance floor, and when hours of drunkenly dancing to Tool and Panic! at the Disco became way, way too much, we parted ways. I took the night bus that dropped me 15 minutes from the house, and listened to Dead Can Dance for the first time since high school on the walk home. Delicious.

January 10th, 2009.

Zack came over, we watched youtube and ate tacos and cupcakes. We had a great time even though it looks like we had a shit time. More later when sober.

January 9th, 2009.

Today I was going to go explore downtown Vancouver with my kam-uh-rah, but instead had the most epic lay-in of my life. It might have been brain chemicals, or the weather or outside, I don't know, but today was lazy and decadent. I wore my afore-mentioned fuzzy leopard robe all day long. I napped and had the most intense dreams, one in which I took out Frankenstein's eye with a grapefruit spoon. (it smelled horrible.) I stirred every few hours to keep reading Slapstick and take big bites out of the plank of dark chocolate I bought a few days ago. Then I would sleep some more. We made ambitious plans of going to the cobalt for unknown local punk, but that will wait until tomorrow.

January 8th, 2009.

I pretty much had school today. My school is on top of a mountain so it is still RAGING WINTER on campus, but down in Vancouver its almost 4 pm and the sun is still is out, so thats some good news. I'd never believed in seasonal affective disorder until this year, when it actually applied to me, so I guess that makes me a jerk?

January 7th, 2009.

This is one of our two kittens, and his name is Lemmy. Last halloween, a homeless man brought Lemmy into the coffeeshop where I used to work, and fortunately fortunately fortunately Alyce called the very next day and asked if we wanted to love his brains out. Which we did and we have. Lemmy is seen here in a rhinestone-encrusted Tshirt that says "badbones." Lemmy wore this shirt without complaint all evening, which was pretty impressive because Lemmy is a cat.

January 6th, 2009.

Today was Matt's big 2-1. I made lime-chocolate and butterscotch cupcakes, and much delicious happened. Also dressed up as Siouxsie Sioux and served him tacos, then we drank mojitos and watched Natural Born Killers. I am letting the internet know that that is my favorite, favorite movie in the history of time, oh my god. I cried so hard all my eye makeup labor was for naught. I never ever cry during romantic movies, but this movie prodded at my soul so hard. Or maybe its that magical time of the month. I dont know.

January 5th, 2009.

Today I went to Value Village and found bar-none the coolest most fashionable leopard print coat in the history of life. When I came home Matt was out, so I played dress up as a trashy socialite and hoped someone would knock on the door so it would make a better story, but no one did. Also: no coconut rum OR cigarettes! But I did string up some discounted xmas lights and bask in cindy sherman-esque narcissism. tres koool.

January 3rd, 2009.

First day of 365 project. This is the day my brother, boyfriend and I finished a bottle of vodka and yelled about Obama until I couldn't remember anymore. We did shots out of the dog-shot glasses I got Matt for xmas, and both glasses are now broken. I think I am the only person mourning their loss.

This'll hopefully (hopefully!) be the first in a near-daily string of events, I've only just heard of Project 365 but have never loved the navigation of flickr (or photoblog, for goodness sake) enough to make that commitment.