Photo Exploring.

Hello there readers. This blog will probably be one of the most annoying, seeing as i will be uploading several photos, thus meaning that all you lazy assholes need to move that floating arrow on your screen to your right and use the scroll bar. I apologize.

So, i was looking through old and new photos and i’ve come to realize that i am lucky to have captured several things. Seeing as i was one of the first people in my circle of friends with a digital camera, i soon became so obsessed with photo -taking that i began to carry my camera around with me everywhere. If this wasn’t so, Some of the following photographs wouldn’t exist. I do admit, however, that some of these photos weren’t even taken by my camera or by me, yet i decided to add them in because they were quite Lawlz. Let’s commence.

Augh, please don’t judge me but i was in church one day … and pigeons started to crash the sermon. They were lost, scared, and they kept crashing into things. They soon realized to follow the light and go with god…literally.

I’m probably the only lucky lasalle-er to capture this one because it was only up for less than a day. This is supposed to be the sign outside of a Car-repair shop advertising their deals and specials. It seems like some ruffians were out and about and re-arranged the letters to write such vulgarity.

It might be really hard to see, but yes, that says “Lost Iguana.” I’m not kidding. I ripped that paper off after taking the picture and it’s sitting in front of me, taped onto my wall. Apparently the Iguana’s name is “Orjanjello”

Proof that my house is haunted. I’m not kidding, there’s a weird figure there in the background, look for it. Sour Dee’z was my witness. (aka Sarah Dunaj)

She’s probably going to kill me for this. But holy shit, remember when Sour Dee’z had an eyebrow ring? (R.I.P)

Augh, Guys, remember the good old days when we used to write PLE on EVERYTHING? Even nature got destroyed.

Yes, there they are, the famous third floor benches which caused such an uproar in the blog titled “Benchwarmers.”

Bedard street is filled with such a variety of tarif (see definitions) people. Dee’zs next door neighbors are apparently holy to the core, that they even have to let everyone in the public know. My plan by the end of the summer is to write “666″ largely, over the holy man’s name and then sit,watch, and wait till they notice.

These are the kinds of places we like to hang out in. Oh, Jaydu, there’s your favorite brick in the background.

This picture is just to let everyone know not to wear neon face paint when trying to convince the cops that “I’m a good person, i swear, i was just curious.”

Me and Mina’s secret love affair revealed, captured as she was trying to run away, attempting to save our relationship from the media and the press.

Though this picture does not suffice, it is to remind us all that we use shivs on a daily basis and to warn us that there are people out there biting our steez. Listen, we’ve seen your facebook albums and we’re not happy about the fact that you too are using the sign, without knowing anything about it’s origins and meaning. We’d highly appreciate it if you just stop. Now.

I want to dedicate this to…Haha you know who you are. Please don’t kill me.

One of the grandest moments in my life. We live out the movie 8mile on several occasions and this is one of them. Lunice Feat. X to the Z - XZibit, 3:30 am, St Laurent.

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Augh, okay so i’m going to stop here because i know you’ll all be fully annoyed. Proot Out Shivsies.

Series of Events

Allo Allo,

Ok so school’s been out for like a week (or two??) — and my summer has already been amazing! I don’t mean to sound like some lame teenager..but I swear–this is going to be the best summer ever. No seriously though, don’t you dare judge me. You’re probably rolling your eyes at this very moment-but listen. The last lil while has been quite lolz, and I just want to highlight a few funny events that have recently occurred in my life.

Date: Monday, May 12, 2008.

Location: Abandoned School

What went down: Broke in, got wrecked, danced to Radio Fireworks while Cynthia removed certain articles of clothing, posed for terrifying pictures, got filmed, saw a dead rat, ate dropped ring pops, Steph vomzed, sang in British accents, is this trippy?, barely wore any mascara, skateboarded, played b-ball, hobo walked in, we bounced, Nick picked up Steph’s supposed scarf, Nick actually picked up the dood’s dirty boxers.

 

Date: Friday, May 16, 2008.

Location: ????

What Went Down: Awkward footage at Younes’ house, cut finger at bus stop, Paul Melancon ruined our night, event canceled, waited at metro, life is grand according to hobo, nipple tape, chilled in gazebo, ate food, burnt nostril, shivs.

 

Date: Monday, May 19, 2008.

Location: Abandoned School

What Went Down: Nick learned about cold shots, graffiti, substances, dead pigeon skins, paint fumes, liquid-y fire extinguisher, Perez donated, awkward bathroom experiences, judgment, thrown bricks, climbing architecture, neon face paint, football stripes, Ricky Martin shirt, JayDu & Nax & Drank & me & popo, “Randddddddddy”, only cereal please, Nax falling, good person/curious, riping post cards, potential fights, 350 bus to Lasalle, shivs.

Anyways, that’s it for now.

Proot out, shivsies!

-triSARAHtops

Shout out from TEXAS.

One night…

Bench warmers.

Okay is it just me and Sdu or does anybody else get swamped by the same usual crowd after taking the escalator to the third floor?

Honestly, don’t you ever notice those SAME people occupying that SAME bench daily? It’s like they never go to class. Or they take shifts. When half of their crowd bounces to class, they their other half to come keep them benches warm. They’re ALWAYS there and it’s FUCKING annoying. Take you’re fucking laptops and 35 crew members and laughing and talking and please go to Alexis neohn or some sort of cafeteria-like room where you can all sit like civil human beings and carry on with you’re conversations which probably involve the most annoying shit anyways. Aren’t you guys loitering? Has a security guard ever told you to get the fuck out? Do the evil stares you get from the people rising from the escalator bother you at all? Is your skin that thick?

Sdu and I truly believe that we need to create some sort of revolutionary movement before school’s over. For example, go to school at 8 am on monday and camp out on those fucking benches and laugh at them when we see their shocked and confused expressions. They probably wouldn’t be able to comprehend what was happening because they’ve just been kicked out of an environment they’re all so comfortable with. Oh well. I think it’s time for them to spread their wings and fly away from their nests, the bastards.

I mean, as if the third floor isn’t filled with enough annoying people already. You have the 3A wing which is always filled with annoying theatre assholes frolicking around in their tights and fake-plastic tits and other costumes that make me want to punch them in the neck. Then you have the balcony area which is emo-only! How else can you feel sorry for yourself without having to sit around the balcony with your other emo friends peering down at cool people and wishing you were them? Oh don’t get this mixed up with the gothic alcove between the first and second floor near the men’s washrooms. I don’t want to say too much negative about them just in case they cast a spell on me, make a voodoo doll or sacrifice me to satan.

ANYWAYS, the point of this rant is to raise awareness about the annoying bench hoggers of the third floor.

We know who you are.

We know you’re out there.

Don’t think we haven’t noticed the lack of bench you’ve been offering to the rest of us.

That is all.

L4rk4r

I don’t know about you, but since i’ve been introduced to the world of myspace and its derivatives back in 2002, i have acquired a newly found fetish/obssession.

And no, it isn’t what you think it is. Yes I fully admit I used to love taking pictures of myself in the bathroom and spend hours photoshopping them so I would look cool, and I used to spend even more hours editing my profile and using all these terrifying html codes to make my page match my pseudo-pretentious image. But that’s not it.

Spending my fair share of time on networking websites made me discover my inner lurker.

Lurker: Someone who is constantly on myspace looking at the same people that they don’t know over and over again to see if they have new pictures, who their friends are etc. etc.

I first discovered this hidden trait of mine while browsing through various profiles and ending up stumbling upon a peculiar boy. His profile picture was a really cool sort of animation of him carrying a large teddy bear next to a washing machine. He had longish shaggy chestnut hair that covered his eyes, a striped sweater and tight jeans. He was tall and skinny. He was beautiful.

I was captivated. Evidently, I proceeded by clicking on ‘view more pics’. At that moment my heart skipped a beat. Every picture got more inticing as I lightly pressed my index finger on the mouse while contemplating the awe-inspiring beauty that lay before my eyes.
That was the day I fell in love with Zach Estefano.

Since that fateful day, I have become a changed woman. I started checking his profile daily, saving all his pictures, taking down the names of all the bands and movies he liked, I even changed my profile so that it would sort of look like his and I would even copy paste and save the things he would say on his “about me” because I thought they were so clever, simple and ingenious. I know I had somewhat crossed the line when I started lurking his friends also so I could get as much info on him as possible, I would stalk the convos he would have and just by doing that I figured out which school he went to, when his brithday was ( February 7th 1990), which drink he liked (vitamin water & arizon iced tea), that he had a twin named Devin, and the list goes on… I basically know everything about this guy and he lives Florida, which is more than a thousand miles away from here. My behavior worsened as I checked his profile now multiple times a day and read every single bulletin he would post.
My friend Stephanie started seeing the changes in my behavior when my favourite topic of coversation became him. I even showed her poems I wrote about him and told her about the dreams I had where him and I were going out. I finally got the courage to comment him one day. and he commented back. and I died a little. I could honestly write a novel about how I feel towards this mysterious man that I feel I know so very well.

I know that you have now severely judged me in multiple ways. I also know and acknowledge the fact that I’m a creepy bitch. But I swear to you that one day, him and I will meet, and we will be together, because I know that we are meant to be.
Till then I’mma keep lurkin his profile.

——-shmitty.

<——— My attempt at being cool.

PS- Zach, if you ever read this. don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.

We Love You Matty

Well, it’s our favorite ple boy’s birthday today and unless you already know him, it’s hard to explain how amazing he really is. (We would totally list all his qualities, which I know for a fact he would appreciate, but we don’t really have that kind of time….the list is long, TRUST.)

We would just like to take a minute to say that we love you Matty. You’re completely irreplaceable and we wish you all ze best on your special day.

Massive love,

Jaydu&Plecrew

Shivs

A shiv (from the Romani word chiv) is a slang term for a sharp or pointed implement used as an improvised knife-like weapon. The shiv is the favored weapon of inmates in prisons across the world. It is infamous for its versatility - a shiv can be anything from a glass shard with cloth wrapped around one end to form a handle, to a razorblade stuck in the end of a toothbrush, to a sharpened spoon. Some inmates have even sharpened the ends of pork chop bones to make them into weapons.

A related term is shank. While the words are often used interchangeably, shank can specifically refer to a weapon fashioned from the metal shank of a prison-issued boot or shoe. Since inmates were able to fashion effective shivs out of metal shanks, many prisons no longer issue footwear with metal shanks. Another related term is the Scottish slang word, chib. To chib is to stab or slash with a sharp weapon.

SUMMER SCHOOL

SUCKSSSS

LIKE BIG TIME,

i wrote 6 pages DOUBLE SIDED of notes my first day. I thought summer courses were supposed to be super easy!

ugh, I feel like Freud would love to analyze me and my shitty Id.

that is all.