Well, I've had a busy weekend with NXNE going on. I write for AWmusic (for anyone curious enough to click, let me just say that my writing on that blog is less than stellar to put it lightly) and my editor scored me a sweet press pass that allowed me to cut lines and get into shows for free.

Thursday night, my friend Zack (who was there on behalf of Steel Bananas a webzine I write a 'weird news' column for) and I headed to the Horseshoe to see HEALTH. And King Khan I guess. We shared a pitcher of beer and Zack is convinced that I gave him my cold that I totally don't even have anymore. The opening bands were okay. The first dude, Spookey Ruben, incorporated a pretend phone call into his act which made me smile.

I really didn't enjoy the exorcism that United Steel Workers of Montreal gave Zack. Maybe it was tongue-in-cheek, maybe it was "ironic" but it still really weirded me out. This German dude bought me a beer and we chatted for a bit before he realized I was going to sleep with him and he peaced out. King Khan came on at midnight and I was so tired that I actually took a fifteen minute nap while sitting on the side of the stage. Everyone behind me was super sweaty and rowdy and I was still wearing my jacket. One drunk dude was like "HOW ARE YOU NOT SWEATING? ARE YOU MEDITATING? YO KHAN, THIS CHICK'S MEDITATING!"

HEALTH was pretty sweet even if their set up and soundcheck took foreverrrrr. Their bassist was wearing a Nickelback shirt that made me lol. Sucks that I couldn't stay for their whole set because I didn't feel like taking the bus and then walking 20 minutes home by myself. It's strange, actually. Two years ago, I would have had no issue stumbling home drunk out of my mind on the sketchier side of Bathurst St but now I'm getting more and more paranoid about being stabbed/mugged/kidnapped.

Just before I left, I took my 15th washroom break (it's all the beer!) and saw King Khan and the violent dude from the Black Lips hanging out. I asked if I could get a picture with King Khan and he took it to mean this:



Um, also cool, I guess. Khan was all over NXNE. When I went to see No Age at Lee's Palace on Friday, he was the "special guest" after them. I also heard that he went on stage with GZA yesterday. I didn't go to the GZA/Cool Kids show because it was free and I knew there was going to be a billion people there and somebody was going to get stabbed. Well, would you look at that?

Saturday, I went to Wrongbar with Glen. I met these friends of him that live in an apartment literally next door. They were nice but I just don't get hipsters. They both talked nonstop about how much drugs they did the night before and how high they were all the time and it just made me think they were gross. Aside from that, they were cool. One of the girls is an event coordinator for the Docks (Sound Academy, whatever) and the other worked at a bar down the street. Apparently, Jesse Keeler was at their apartment the night before doing lines off their couch or something. Glen said that they're usually not like that and she only talked about drugs so much because she thought it'd impress me. Haha, not likely.

Wrongbar kind of annoyed me. Let me just copy/paste from my Fake Blood review:

It was my first time there and I was curious to see whether the place lived up to its hype. After the Social was deemed no longer cool, Wrongbar became the new “it” place of Parkdale – which is fine, except the interior looks almost exactly the same as the Social. My friends were on reduced guestlist so we were lined up outside at ten to eleven which is hilariously early. I was surprised that I had to wait in line even with a priority pass but the NXNE volunteer informed me that there was another line on the other side of the door for the uh, undesirables. The two slow-moving lines going on had me convinced that the place was somehow packed to the brim already. When we got inside, there were like 50 people. Forcing people to stand outside in line to make the club seem hipper? Really? Wrongbar, that scores a lamerific on the lame scale.

Oh, also this ...

After we took a breather and came back in around 3am, there was a mystery liquid dripping from the ceilings. As I looked at the near-unconscious clubrats and the steamed-up glass door, the horror of my realization set in: the mystery liquid was sweat that evaporated, condensed on the ceiling, and was now raining down on my shoulders. Wow, that is overwhelmingly and impressively disgusting.

Yeah ... Glen said that it was better on regular nights but it's so fucking far that I can't see myself dying to go back. While we were waiting for his friends to open the door to the apartment so we could get our stuff, we killed sometime at a Pizza Pizza. Some dude who looked like a super-stoned Canadian Steve Buscemi was there being lectured by the pizza guy about riding his bike while "under the influence". He overheard me and my friend that we bumped into outside Wrongbar talking about driving and he was like "Did you know that you can save $300 on car insurance if you train with a certified driving school?" We said yes and he looked really proud. He said he worked for an insurance company.

Then these bitchy girls came into yell at some guys in a foreign language. They were really annoying and we left.

I was so hung over the next day. It didn't seem like I drank a lot but those three rum and cokes, shot of (free! Glen knew the bartender) Jager, Corona, and half-glass of wine really ruined me.

Today, I registered for courses and two courses I reeeeally wanted to take (Women and the Criminal Justice System and Discrimination and the Law) were full. I have to get my deposit in before I leave for Montreal on Wednesday.

Anyway, that's what I was up to lately. I'm still peeved that I missed Patrick Wolf. Is he seriously getting married?!

So I stayed home sick with my brother's flu instead of seeing Patrick Wolf ... for free.


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FW08 AK SOCI 3630 6.00 A Crime and Delinquency A
FW08 AS EN 3420 6.00 A Psychoanalysis and Approaches to Lit. A
FW08 AS PHIL 3510 3.00 M Feminist Approaches to Ethics & Politics A
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FW08 HH PSYC 3310 3.00 M Psychology and Law A
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FW08 HH PSYC 3480 3.00 A Psychology of Women A


hell yeah!

... and now for the lsat

I was walking around Urban Outfitters the other day and came across these "remote controls".

( control a man, control a woman )

Okay, so men are burping, lying, unromantic brutes whose biggest problem seem to be putting the toilet seat down while women are whiny, grudgeholding bitches whose primary tasks are cooking, cleaning, and having perfectly-sized breasts. Wow, let's hop into my time machine here so we can enjoy the 1950s. Barring all the ridiculous functions, who would actually want to be able to control their significant other with a remote control? Might as well buy yourself a real doll and call it a day.

They obviously have no functional purpose so what's the point of making them? So we can reinforce gender stereotypes? So not cool.

Didn't go so well. The cops showed up 5 minutes after the first song started at 2am.

It was neat though! It was the first one I've been to and there were candle-lit art installations (and broken glass and exposed asbestos) everywhere. Hopefully, there'll be another one soon with a backup venue in case the police show up again.

I have an exam tomorrow! And an essay due!


But I'm officially the new Prelaw Society president for next year. No congratulations are necessary, I was the only candidate.

So because I am growing up and becoming more stricken with paranoia, I've decided to make my journal less public. I've locked most of my old entries (now that was a productive two hours) and my new entries will be public for a limited time. I know that sounds incredibly convoluted and I realize my journal entries aren't quite as delicious as free chicken wings (that are also frequently available for a limited time only) but I don't want to have to go back and lock a billion entries again so I'll be doing them on a rolling basis. I know I have at least one friend who isn't on lj who reads my journal (Hi Peter) so for anyone else in the same boat, this is for you!

Okay, I seriously think I have a tapeworm or something. I'm ALWAYS hungry. As I'm falling asleep, I feel hungry and I wake up from hunger pangs. I'm eating way more than before but have been losing (an insignificant amount of) weight. What is going on?

I'm a lazy bum. I never exercise and get like 11 hours of sleep a day - why am I always hungry?!


In other news ... Security guard shot at York University

I am so tired of my ghetto campus. I really, really don't want to go to Osgoode.

I don't have any interesting life updates, just felt like camwhoring.


Three more classes to finish. And then the LSAT. Why do I feel so relaxed?

Is anyone interested in a free pair of tickets to see King Khan and the Shrines at the Phoenix on Tuesday? You also get a copy of his new album, "What Is".

There is no catch, send me a message by tomorrow. This is a first come, first serve type deal.

Taken!

Here's to not fading into oblivion, Celia.

I've decided that I'm not as desperate as I thought I'd be and won't be applying to every law school in Canada (there's only 15 or so here so I'm not THAT crazy).

Providing I don't bomb the LSAT, I won't be applying to Alberta, Calgary, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, or Windsor. I'm also not applying to Mcgill because I don't speak French. I don't want to apply to UofT (won't get in) or Osgoode (don't want to stay in Toronto) but I'll probably end up applying to the latter anyway.

I'm left with ... UBC, Victoria, Western, Ottawa, Queen's, New Brunswick, Dalhousie. I'd prefer a law school in Ontario but if I don't get into any of them, Dalhousie is my next favourite followed by UBC. That makes Victoria and New Brunswick my "safeties" though if I only get into those two, I might reapply next year so I'm wondering if I should even bother with them.


This is so scary.

[edit] After further consideration, I will definitely be applying to Victoria, not sure about New Brunwick. Vic apparently has a feminist/socialist leaning?

I had a last-minute guestlist invitation to see Steve Aoki/Mstrkrft/Crookers/etc. so even though I was REALLY TIRED from getting up at like 7am that day, I went to party until 5am the next day. It was a smashing good time but geez, I need sleep. And then Marcela and I went to see Black Kids/Mates of State the next day. I was still exhausted but she already bought the tickets and I wasn't going to be a huge jerk and back out of something I had agreed to a week before.

( concert picspam )

I have soooooo much work to do. I was going to go see Adventureland today but I think I'm going to spend the day cleaning my room because Matt is coming to visit on Monday and doing homework.

To-do list
1. Steel Bananas article
2. Lacan writeup
3. Crime and delinquency summary
4. concert reviews
5. feminist ethics paper
6. Lacan/Muller/Caruth and Season of Migration to the North paper


I'm so glad my parents aren't here to annoy me.

I woke up in a fit of coughs several times last night. I feel fine aside from that. I hope that if I am getting sick, it goes away before the winter break starts.

The Art Gallery of Ontario has finally finished its renovations. Well, almost. There's a staircase that's unfinished and all of the elevators except one only leads to the second and concourse level. The gallery is beautiful though. Our visit was a bit rushed since we opted to be cheap and take a speedy two-hour tour during their free hours.

My last trip to the AGO was two years ago during Andy Warhol exhibit. It was an interesting show but the gallery itself was kind of drab and unimpressive.


Funky staircase.


Henry Moore exhibit

I'd like to take a lengthier tour sometime soon.

So I read this article about a 450-lbs Montreal prisoner who was deemed too fat for jail and thought it was pretty crazy. And then I googled "too fat for jail" and apparently, this has happened before.

A man considered too fat to be jailed has spoken out after escaping time behind bars because of his weight.

Mafia man Salvatore Ferranti too fat for jail

A woman accused of killing her two-year-old nephew may have found a strange way to avoid jail … by being too fat. This article ends with "So, currently, the lady remains at large." har har


So take notes, kids - obesity may kill you but at least it'll keep you out of prison!

I can't find a birth date for Vlad the Impaler anywhere. Only that he was born in 1431.

Who made up this question?

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If you are too lazy to click, here is the copypasta version:

Top 6 Worst Excuses for Halloween Decorations

Number SixSixSix - The Guy Dressed Like a Scarecrow
Now this one is sort of a conundrum. I do commend the effort of the individual, sacrificing their night of otherwise Halloween special watching to sit outside in the cold, dressed in torn flannel shirts and straw, waiting for kids to come up to his door and knock and wait to then ungracefully strike, leaping up from the lawn chair for a cheap scare. In concept, this is fantastic. In reality, it fails each and every attempt. It works only once folks. Your neighbours know where you live, right next to them, so if do it one year, and a scarecrow sits outside your house the next moonlit night, they'll know EXACTLY what's coming. Hell, the surprise can even be spoiled within the one evening. All it takes is one pulse racing kid, passing by the next victim whispering "Hey, there's a dude in that scarecrow." and like a celebrity nipple slip, the intel will spread among the youth like some horrible plague. Then the poor poor middle-aged soul in the scary garb will be poked, prodded and mocked for the remainder of the evening. It's simply not worth the suffering or the stuffing. Halloween is all about scaring kids shitless, sure, but there are better more unexpected ways to do it. Drop skeletons and bats on strings from a window above the door. Wait in your car, covered in blood and pop up as they're leaving the drive way for something really unexpected! Those are just things utilized in my personal history, I don't even know what elements are in your front lawn geography to take advantage of! It's a till-the-curb world of scary possibility!

Number Five Dead Alive- Decoration Spew
If you had to bet hard cold cash on what two decorations you will see before the night is through, fake spider webs and yellow caution tape are so abundant your wallet couldn't be safer if you hired a Swat escort team. You'll see them everywhere, strung along hedges and fences, doors and address numbers, but some houses take advantage of these two bulk decorations far too much. Instead of weaving the two around carefully, it's more as if they stuffed the decor into their mouth and simply regurgitated it, spewing across their lawn in a festive mess. The end product is as messy as the metaphorical process I just made up. Webs just dumped everywhere, like the spider who spun them were on some all-night work binge, needing to simply get work done but too tired to take care. As for the caution tape I could only assume the crime was committed by the Tazmanian Devil. As if the box of decorations was left out when a twister hit, this style is the epitome of quantity miles above quality.

Number Four Headed Monster- The Red Light
Too lazy to do, like, anything at all? Like, at all? But still want to stand tall, hands at your side like you did something cool. Simply unscrew the mood light from your shaggin' wagon, put it in your porch light and proceed to stand back and bask in this doorfront embarrassment. Why settle for heavier massed decorations when this pale luminescent excuse conceivably covers more ground? And with so many options to choose from! Wherever can we start? How about green? Irritant young eyes, they won't even see the already green lawn coming. What about red? The colour of gore, violence, blood and.... Romance? Last but not least, the black light. Familiar to avid lazerquest attendees, this light can make the shoelaces and dandruff of treaters glow like highlighters... If it wasn't for the fact the light is being countered by the overpowering street lamps.

Number Three Death Wishes- Drug Store Sound Cassette
Ah yes, no greater a childhood staple than the two dollar drug store sound cassette. Standing in the middle of the street, closing my eyes, I can still hear the clashing sounds of no less than three no more than five homes all playing these bargain bin tapes in a last minute attempt of adding some ambiance. These tapes typically come with classic spooky sounds of wind blowing, treeeeEEEees rustling, foot steps and.... Sirens? Yes, and seeing as it is what, the middle of autumn, it's safe to say there is wind blowing, there's probably trees rustling, foots... Stepping, and depending on the city you live in a few sirens here and there. It's not like these sounds aren't already occurring in reality, just without the dusty cackle of tape cassette quality recordings.

Number Two Goofy Ghosts - Jack-Off-Lanterns
Nothing says "I'm more easily scared then my grandparents" than a pumpkin with a carving of Scooby-Do on it. Not only are these individuals avoiding making scary grimaces on their pumpkins, but they are all out going out of the way and tackling harder and more difficult designs than say, four angry looking triangles. From Mickey Mouse to Darth Vader, reproducing pop culture like they are Andy Warhol (who I'm sure himself has appeared carved in a gourd) and just not... adding to the whole "scary" or even "eerie" theme of Halloween. To add to this un-healthy trend is the internet, where geeks and nerds will carve Optimus Prime and Lion-O dukin' it out, take a picture, and e-flaunt it to show the globe just how badly they are missing the mark on the practice entirely.

Number One Two Coming for You - Nothing
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No pumpkins or paper ghosts. They even have candy ready to hand out, but no one's going to come knocking, because there's no reason to think you're participating. You didn't even try, you are a mark of shame on your neighbourhood. I don't even want to keep talking about you. You disgust me more than all the other offenders put together. I hope you choke on the candy you failed to give away.

And none of this slutty/cute costume business. You have all year to be an adorable sex kitten, don't do it on Oct. 31st.


NO, THIS IS WRONG :(


still pretty lame


acceptable

I don't know if any of you remember this post but we went to every subway station in Toronto and took a photo. We only did 2 out of the 4 lines last year but finished the shoot yesterday.








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