Caption: Joel's in a hottie sandwich! Annie (left) and Lindsay (not left) show their true feelings to yours truly on Friday Night at "That's Entertainment!", an event organized by the O'Keefe House. Hot, hot, hot times, ohhh baby.Holy fuck. It's 1:52 in the morning, I have to wake up at 9, I have a major test tomorrow, I'm exhausted, papers are strewn all over the place, I've slacked all weekend, and here I am. Oh, my goodness.
Since Thursday, well, lots has happened. Let's go from there.
Thursday was lovely because I had my usual classes, which weren't all too bad. My contract review consultation at Stylus was scheduled for 3:30, and Brock was kind enough to accompany me to the event. In brief, Thomas (agent) told me I'd be doing print advertising modelling, and handed me a contract, accompanied with a package reading "Welcome to Stylus Canada." Fucking unreal, I must say.
Friday proved to be even more thrilling. Though I had my usual blah five hours of class beginning at 8AM sharp, there was still plenty of fun to be had. Ash and I visited
Urban Outfitters in hope of finding some sexy deals. We didn't, though I nearly purchased some five-dollar shoes. (Until I realized they sucked.)
I worked on my Media Writing until 8:30, when Vicky finally returned from dinner for Raina's 20th birthday. Before leaving my room to drink, I read over my contract to my mom, and we worked out the details I should ask my agent before signing my contract.
Upon arriving to Vicky's room, it was simply a par-tayyy. I drank my three coolers, which got me rather fucked to begin with. Then Meagan offered me another beer, and I simply couldn't object. Oh, dear.
And off we were, the floor nine party animals off to the Imperial Pub. At first, I must admit it sucked rather hardcore, until Jaclyn and I began tearing up the dancefloor and became the envy of everyone else all up in da heezie. Once everyone else began to arrive, the party became more and more off the hook.
I ended up doing so much fun stuff! Meeting this girl Danielle, who plans to be an actress, she was simply lovely. Everyone's costumes were just grand, I was so impressed! I was Pierre, the lead singer of Simple Plan! (And yes, my shirt read "Role Model.")
I also met a lovely girl by the name of Amina who lives on Floor Six here in Pitman. Who would have ever thought? Her father's a Nigerian Prince, she's practically psychic, and she's simply stunning to boot. What's not to like?
Her [Amina] and I walked Brock to Big Slice, where we sat in awe at the sheer volume of people coming in and out of the place. Oh, and trying to stop Brock from mingling with strangers and homeless people is always a good/safe time.
All in all though, I learned I truly am a massive drunken whore. I grinded with at least eight different girls, and- Well, I'll just stop it there. Har.
Saturday, oh baby, the fun didn't stop there. My morning visit to the RAC was simply epic, I was there for two hours working like a total slave.
Later on that day, I walked to the pharmacy, bank, AND Dollar Store, ALL BY MYSELF! Wow, who's a big boy? Et vrai, c'est moi! I also wrote up my résumé for Stylus and for my audition for the
TARA Awards, I want to be a presenter.
That evening was when the fun truly began, (yes, again.) I went out to dinner at Jack Astor's for Carling's 18th birthday, she's such a sweetheart. I got the veggie nachos, and oh my God, I've simply never had so much nacho in my life. (No, there's no other way of putting it, really.) But oh man, was it EVER worth it.
The party that ensued was equally off the hook. Here are the highlights:
-Joel trying shots for the first time, oh man.
-Grinding with anyone and everyone to several successive Britney Spears songs.
-Making Carling feel like a total pimp, as Brock grinded her from behind and I from the front. Ho, dear.
-Playing a few rounds of good ol' Strip Charades.
-Avoiding a potential disastrous fight, making everyone feel awkward.
-Standing around as everyone smoked weed, rather entertaining. (Of course I didn't smoke it, you retard.)
-Watching as everyone drew profane messages on Brock's face. Oops.
And today... Well, actually, it's yesterday by now, so
Sunday was also nicely paced. I woke up late, grabbed lunch with Ash, studied all afternoon, and- Well, visited the
ROM with Ash, (the Royal Ontario Museum,) the most amazing place EVER. Once again, a highlights list is needed:
-Shining medieval armour;
-Egyptian coffin and beautifully details hieroglyphics;
-A massive Buddhist statue;
-Dinosaur bones;
-First People's decorative wedding dresses, dancing apparel, kayaks, and portraits;
-Walking through the "Bat Cave";
-Learning about Canadian environment, agriculture and wildlife;
-Learning about ancient Chinese and Japanese culture;
-Seeing medieval living rooms.
I mean, it's not quite as extravagant as
Le Louvre or Louis XIV's
Versailles, but it's uniquely Canadian, informative, beautiful, and (since we came in the last hour,) free. And it's here in Toronto, quite breathtaking really, you can bet Ash and I will be going back very soon.
And tonight? Well, I've been studying like a bitch for Broadcast History, having my weekly Sunday Night Chat with the eccentric Ashley Mikitzel, and being upset by an inhabitual e-mail in my inbox. But hey, I'm alive, I'm here, and boy, am I ever tired of typing.
Until next time kids, thanks for reading, and know that no matter how far I am from you, I'm always here.
Living it up in the T-Dot,
Joel the drunken whore
P.S. Danielle, I hope your move went well. You deserve every good thing that comes to you.
