Halloween spirit missing this year

You know, I spent my halloween weekend not wanting to do much of anything. Just about everyone I knew was at multiple Halloween celebrations throughout the weekend. Nonetheless, I was perfectly content staying at home in the comforts of 133 watching movies and multiple episodes of Lost (season 1) while basking in the glory of an extra hour spent doing much of the same.

I guess I just didn't have the spirit I did last year. I guess nothing beats Super Minnie Mouse.

Well, maybe Hurricane Katrina...now THAT's an extremely hilarious yet inappropriate costume [ luv you alex ;) ]

Fall

shalloween

Halloween is fast and approaching. Still with no costume to wear. I went to look for costumes the other day with Mel and I think every costume was a "sexy [insert costume here]".

Just another day to have a reason to dress like a hoe. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being an inane feminist and I do like Halloween. I'm just bitter because I can't think of a costume and I woke up sick today, which takes the fun out of a lot of things.

So with that said, any costume ideas pour moi?

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A Tribute

Jenn Campbell.

Infamous for her drunken episodes. Last night, we experienced episode 5. A random Thursday evening, dedicated originally to studying at Williams, led to HANGING OUT at Williams then returning to the girls' house. At about 1 am, we decided it was time to have some drinks while Christina and Jen watched and basked in the entertainment that was us. After drinking some wine, Jenn was not yet satisfied so she decided we needed to consume Mudslides of an assortment of flavours. Now, we did get quite intoxicated. But not as much as this night....

The first night that Jenn and I officially bonded came with many, many memories. Episode #1 was the beginning of T.T. and V.V.
So, in honour of Episode #5? Here's to many more episodes to come.

Who is Eligio?

Last night at around 1 am, I get a call on my cell phone.

Unknown name, restricted number

Thinking it's my mom, I answer the phone.

A lady with a thick Italian accent says, "Hi, is your husband home?"

"Uhm, no.", I say "I don't have a husband. I think you have the wrong number."

A hestitant Italian woman says, "uhm, no. This is the number I have from some man who call."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not even old enough to be married, you have the wrong number."

And so the phone call ends.
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Mike and I continue to watch an already intense episode of Lost and the cell rings again.

905-___-_____

Well, it's not that Italian woman again. So, I answer my cell.

A man with a thick Italian accent says, "Hi who this is?"

"Uhm, you called ME...who is this???"

He says, " you left a message on my machine, what is your name?"

"If I left a message on your machine, I would have left my name, no?...you obviously have the wrong number. I didn't leave any message on your machine, I don't even know who you are."

"Do you speak Italian?"

"No, I don't speak Italian" (WHAT THE FUCK?! is going on in my head.)

"What city do you live in?"

I say, "I really don't feel comfortable telling you this information. You obviously have the wrong number so I'm going to go now."

"I will find out who you are" he says. aaaaaaand. that is when I hang up on creepy Italiano man.

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next morning.

I wake up with a voicemail on my cell phone. I check it and I freak out some more when it's a message from the Italian stalker.

"Hi, SYLVIA" (he says, obviously finding out my name from my greeting message)

"My name is (?) Horatio, Eleechio (?)" [sounds like something like that]

then he proceeds to give me his phone number and asks me to call him back. He provides 2 numbers. One 416 number, and another 1-800 number to call him "collect"

Seriously though....what the fuck?! Who the fuck is this guy and why is he harassing me!!!

So all day this has been freaking me out. After telling this story to many people, my frosh Adam suggests that I type in the phone number in google.

The Result:
ITAL FLORIST in Etobicoke.

www.italflorist.com >> they even have a website. After a little more research, I find out his name is Eligio Paris and he is the "president" of the Flower shop.

Seriously, why are you calling me?!

a) I never ordered flowers from you
b) Why would you call a potential client at 1 in the morning
c) I do NOT want flowers from you
d) FUCK OFF already!!

If he calls back again, it's go-time. I just hope he doesn't send his mafia after me or something. AGH!

At least I know who the man is, but who was that mysterious woman?

Different Names for the Same Things

So, another birthday has come and gone. I am officially TWENTY.


The MIT Girls


The Third Wheel.


Oh no, it's starting...


There it is...we dun' it again.

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The next morning, I got up with a pretty rough hangover and slowly made progress to get ready for my weekend in Toronto. We headed down with the nausea kicking in at full force, and arrived a decent hour and picked Sofia up. We waited for a street car for like a million years in pretty cold, windy weather and headed downtown for dinner. We had dinner at a place called "Spring Rolls". It was actually the most delicious food ever and they had a mini shark in a tank!! It was incredible. Not to mention, our server was like the butler from Mr.Deeds. He would disappear and then the next thing you knew, he was standing right next to you.

Then off to the Kool Haus for the Death Cab concert.

The opening act was The Youth Group, whom I had never heard of before that night. A quaint little Australian group they were. Worth further investigation.

Then, Death Cab came out with Marching Bands of Manhattan. They gave a pretty kickass and very consistent performance the whole show. Ben and the bassist, Nick Harmer, were rocking out the entire show which ended up with a very sweaty couple. We're talking - looks like they just went swimming - sweat through the shirt. Then on the opposing end, the drummer (Jason McGerr) and my new love, Chris Walla (see pic) were chillin' through the whole show. The drummer almost looked bored.
Ben's sweet voice was so perfect. It was actually astonishing how effortlessly they performed but still blew everyone away.


The crowd was quite diverse as well. You know, you got the typical emo kids. Then you had the "typcial Western girl", you could even toss in some ginos in there too...(yeah, it was an odd mix).
What pissed me off about the show was the lack of concert etiquette some people showed. For example, do not push your way through a crowd pretending your "friends"are up there...then proceed to STOP right in front of me. Seriously, keep moving. And just because Seth Cohen likes them isn't a reason to express your undying love for Death Cab and shed some tears as if their music has touched your very soul.
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After the show, we went to go catch a street car by Queen St. As we were walking, a homeless guy stopped us and asked us for some change. When we told him that we didn't have any change and that we were actually going to get some change ourselves, he told us to go to the Scotia Bank across the street and pull out some money for him. "That isn't our bank" We said as we kept walking. Then lucky for us, he stopped to hassle some other people on the street and we got away from him. A few blocks later, we get to a Tim Horton's and since I needed change for a 10 to take the street car, I decided to get a bottle of water. Inside Timmy's there was another homeless man, an older one. He then asked me to help him and give him some change. I told him I didn't have any and he said he would wait and sat down. I went to buy a bottle of water then I got change for the 10. Then I realized he was standing right behind me saying, "there now you have change, can you give it to me". But then all of a sudden, the homeless guy from a few blocks back was standing behind me as well saying that he had seen me first. I felt like I was prey for hungry vultures. As both of them argue over who is going to feed on me, I looked at the Timmy's cashier for help. Then a pretty ghetto, looking guy in a velour suit walks into Timmy's and threatens them to leave me alone. THANK GOD. They finally leave and go outside. But, I was way too scared to go outside at this point. So the nice ghetto dude offered to walk out with us, if we just wait a minute while he got a donut. Thankfully, they were not outside waiting to pounce on me.

Moral of the story: Don't wander around downtown Toronto at 1 in the morning.

Here we go again.

It's almost that time again. MY BIRTHDAY (T-3 days). This Friday we'll be celebrating the turning of my twentieth birthday, a day early actually - as I will be going to see Death Cab for Cutie on Saturday night (my actual birthday) @ the Kool Haus.

My birthday celebrated throughout my time here at Western has contrasted as such.

My 1st Year - I celebrated my birthday being sick and studying for my MIT 025 midterm the next morning. It wasn't what you'd call the most fun birthday. But hey, shit happens.
My 2nd Year - Let's just say, I'm not too sure if I even remember celebrating my birthday.

My 3rd Year - What's it gonna be?

If it's anything like last year, it could potentially be a very painful, bruising (physically and dignity-ly) blur of events.

Let's recall some highlights(?) from my birthday of last, shall we?

- Went to TJ's for my birthday - delicious. But that pasta that was devoured didn't last in my stomach for too long.
- Started the celebrations on my fabulous floor with my frosh and some good friends - the beginning of the end.
- Got to Ceeps, started doing, you know, the "birthday shots" that are oh-so-necessary.
- Danced up a storm, occassionally stumbling over....nothing really. just stumbling.
- When the time came for the bouncers to tell my friends to "get her out of here", I decided "I wasn't ready to leave".
- I stood there being bottle-fed a beer apparently, thinking it was water (thanks eano *wink)
- Finally got my legs yanked from underneath me to get carried out by Maciek and Clem, whom I ended up punching and kicking in the face. *sorry guys.
- Made it home and decided that I was going to lie around my floor hallway with Jon and Mikey for a while.
- Then, the stomach decided it wasn't too happy and I spent some time in the bathroom where my lovely roommate (now) came to make sure I was okay. Which, I then proceeded to ninja kick her outside of the bathroom stall, resulting in a backward swinging door.
- I was finally put to bed where my best friend from home had to watch over me all night, sleeping at the foot of the bed of a pathetically drunk girl.

Well, needless to say, much of those accounts were brought to me by stories from my lovely friends who looked after me in my time of shame.

So, is it going to be another episode? We'll have to wait and see....and I also have to consider that early train ride to Toronto I have booked the next morning....AHHH!!

EVERYONE COME OUT AND CELEBRATE ON FRIDAY. Pre-drink @ 133, then CEEPS to find out how I end up this year....eek.

Alright, I've finally done it. I've converted to Blogspot. Through general consensus, Blogdrive just takes way too damn long to load. Therefore, I am a new found blogger on Blogger.

Enjoy the makings of my new found blog.