react-re-enact-stat.

it’s official. i’ve lost my virginity to the blog world.

i want to take the time to welcome myself to this amazing world of rants and discussion about everything that has to do with whatever i do, and you reading about it………..okay, that’s good enough.

Moving on to this past weekend, a weekend of mis-haps, if you want to put it that way…

So Friday was supposed to be the big day, a day where all our friends reunited once again since the great seperation from Dawson College, since most of us moved on to the university world. All we wanted to do is get drunk, high and have a good time, just like in the old days. It was supposed to be a secret party, our first one since our beloved Victoria School (R.I.P) has been locked down and sold to the school commission of Montreal to rebuild it into a Tourism School. Our new location was close to metro Sherbrooke, a 4 storey building that has been abandoned for a while… So as we all meet up with our 40′z in hand, tools in our bags and flashlights in our back pockets and make our way to the back of this building we were about to enter, about 15 other kids show up, having heard of this party, to join in on the fun. In a matter of no time, we were 30 kidz in the back of this huge abandoned building, where the only way in was the side panel window of the front door, which was broken by a bunch of crackhead bums an hour before we got there. So as 3 of us go in to check for a back door or some other way to get in, a lump of a body was found under a sleeping bag, and not wanting to interfere with whoever “owned” the territory, we just bounced and started contemplating some other place to go to where we could all sit, stand, and have a good time. So my amazingly-inuitive sister Cynthia decides to pop up with the idea of “crashing” a house party in N.D.G. Of course, everyone is down and as we all make our way there and show up in front of this random guy’s appartment, we are all filled with excitement, and we were all pretty tipsy by then, if not drunk already. So I do my best to make sure everyone is comfortable and introduce myself to the host, and his friends and throw in a few cheers and high fives just to lighten up the tense vibe i felt in the appartment. So as everyone started socializing and exchanging conversation, I decide to go back in the kitchen to roll up a doobie with my best friends, and Sean, the host, comes in and starts looking around, panting suspiciously… before you know it, he grabs the first empty beer bottle he finds and smashes it on HIS OWN KITCHEN TABLE.

—–OKAY LETS ALL VISUALIZE THIS————

-Sean, the host, BREAKS a beer bottle on HIS OWN kitchen table (who the fuck does that?) and as my best friend Carolyne startles ‘coz she got pieces of glass in her face, and as I back off feeling the pieces caress, or scratch my legs, i thank the lord for giving me such hairy legs and try to understand what the hell is going on.

-Sean, the host, decides to go over to one of my friends sitting down in the kitchen, grabs him by the collar and points the broken beer bottle to his neck (again, who the fuck would do that?) < did I mention he was a regular joe bloe white boy with a turtle in his room type of guy?

-My friend, who had the sharp bottle pointing to his main artery on the side of his neck decides to go with his instincts and starts punching away on the guy’s head to make him back off.

———BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, THE WHOLE APARTMENT SHOWS UP AND PUNCHES ARE BEING THROWN LEFT TO RIGHT—————————

-Following my instincts (and knowing that I was spinning at Le Social the next night) I run to Sean (the host)’s room and press any button possible to get my fucken CD that was in his CD player to bounce out of this shit hole.

-Okay, so now we’re all in the hallway of the 3rd floor of this appartment building, people screaming, throwing punches, and me, trying to break everything off.

-Goodie me, was pushing as many people away from my friends, and at the same time, trying to hold Sean, and the other dude away from each other, but they seemed to be quite attracted to each other and couldn’t let go so I go behind Sean (the host) and hold his arms behind his back. He turned around, pushes me abruptly and tells me to fuck off, so I let my friend throw him a few punches while he was at it, and the next thing you know…

——–CAROLYNE MY FRIEND IS SCREAMING——————-

-WTF happened? I’ll tell you what happened. Someone decided to throw my other friend down a flight of stairs, yes, you’ve read it right…down a flight of stairs. Poor guy did not touch one step except for the last one.

-Now with my friend punching Sean (the host), my other friend being pulled by other dudes, and my other friend down the flight of stairs, I did not know WTF to do anymore. So my action plan was just to get everyone to bounce the fuck out of this place, but it was too late already. Before you knew it, everyone was outside their apartments, counting the landlord trying to understand what the hell was going on.

-Cops were called, and my two friends decide to bounce to save themselves from more trouble. I try to go talk to the cops, but they don’t want anything to do with me if I did not tell them the names of my friends who “ran away”. So I decided to let Sean (The host) be, and tell his bullshit story as is and went on the side with a few people waiting to find out what’s going on.

-So after 20 mins of sharabia, the cops come up to me and tell me that nothing is going to happen here and that we should all get out of this area… so with a sigh of relief, and completely separated from everyone we were with at the beginning, 5-6 of us, including 3 of our honorary members in this blog itself, decide to find some calm street where we could pee, and smoke up, so we did. A lot of smoke was blown, and the Nile river was created on the asphalt.

After having talked about the situation over and over again, and laughing about certain periods of the night continuously, we all convinced ourselves that this was a night to remember, and that this always happens to us. No matter where we are, No matter what we’re doing, either someone gets arrested, either we get beeped and honked at for using mall bathrooms, we get special encounters with bums and crack heads, and we basically always ask for trouble. This is what we’re all about, and this is what we’re all proud of.

At least we have something to tell our grand children, right? That’s if we get to that point of course, but this all comes in a different discussion…

All I have to say, is that we live a life full of fiasco, and crazy people, and we should appreciate how eventful our day to day could be, and be thankful that this shit happens, or else life would be far too boring.

And you all might be wondering why the hell Sean (the host) decided to break a bottle of beer and start all of this crap. Well here it is ladies and gentlemen:

———-he accused my friend of stealing his 1st generation Ipod————-

think about that twice, or three times if you can, and try to make sense out of it.

Until then, I will leave you with a quite astoundish Kanye West remix by non-other than Hatchmatik. His new song “Love Lockdown” just makes me feel so good inside.. have a listen.

Kanye West - Love Lockdown (Hatchmatik remix V2)

Sk00l

Alright so I’m in the TMR library. And I came here with a purpose: To Study.

It’s only been 3 weeks since school started and I’m already flooded with work. If only I knew university was this horrible I would’ve taken my time at Dawson and probably would’ve graduated in 8 semesters.. like all average Dawsonites do. But nooooo, I had to finish on time and bounce to Mcgill where I could sit in a class full of pretentious douches and listen to a toad lookalike talk about Dividends payable and Net earnings.

Anyways, I decided to come to the library so I could finish my work without having to listen to lil wayne and young jeezy blasting from my little brother’s room. I wanted to bike here, but then realized i had no lock for my bike because Nick got our other bike stolen. with the lock. So i had to fuckin walk for 20 minutes with a 278 lbs. school bag in my dawson cheerleading sweat pants. I finally got here, opened my bag and set up my shit to start my educative adventure. However, I quickly discovered that I had not brought any pens, let alone a calculator and I didn’t bring my course outlines with me to know which exercises I had to do. so I was stuck here with books to stare at. I had to find a solution to this.

I decicded to use to library computer to access the outlines through the internet. But that was not enough. I needed pens to write with and a calculator to calculate with. So I came up with a brilliant plan. I went on MSN and got greeted in a split second by a ‘LOL’ from my little brother Julien. I quickly jumped at the occasion to ask him for a favor. I told him I would pay him 5$ if he could deliver the stuff for me. After bargaining for a good 15 minutes on msn, I started to get frustrated and settled for the amount of 7$ in cash to be paid to my little brother. Then, I was stuck with time to kill until my lil bro arrived, so I decided to rant on our blog. lame, I know. But hey, it passed the time and Julien just walked in the library panting and red because he had biked so fast to deliver my stash. I can now commence the studyage.

thanx for reading,

Peace out shivsies.

–shmitty

The AWK ghost be holleratin’…

Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Lunice and I like to fucks with the English grammar. I’m ill and not sick and I dislike stupid stationary objects.

Yaddamean?!

You know what it do, on October 4th at the Coda Social Club we got them future gamma knives on lock…

AKA

Dem’ LuckyMe duders from Scotland:
Dom Sum (Da LuckyMe Bo$$)
http://www.myspace.com/thisisluckyme

Hudson Mohawke (LuckyMe/Warp)
http://www.myspace.com/hudsonmo
Rustie (LuckyMe/Warp)
http://www.myspace.com/rustiebeetz
Mike Slott (LuckyMe/All City)
http://www.myspace.com/mikeslottbeats

will be runnin’ this remix game with your friendly neighborhoodlum live PA clic TURBO CRUNK…

Megasoid (Ninja Tunes)
http://www.myspace.com/megasoidkult
Mofomatronix (Codeine Drums)
http://www.myspace.com/mofomatronix
Lunice (Codeine Drums)
http://www.myspace.com/lunice

Hurry HURRY

Support local filmmakers and go see “Who is KK Downey?”

It’s only in theaters THIS WEEK at AMC. I’m not kidding, It’s worth it I promise.

Role Call, Recalled

 

This is Sarah.

She imposes her will through an unstoppable torrent of repetition causing you to bleed from your eyes and adopt a new vocabulary. She has a preference for a beverage known as the “Big 10” and is likely to be spotted collapsing after enjoying it. She likes chunky peanut butter on bagels more than anyone you will ever meet and can’t be talked into doing things she doesn’t want to do. Don’t try it.

 

 

This is Naccs.

Her story telling techniques are unrivalled but might leave you questioning her sanity. Not to worry, she is stable despite her hunger for all things graffiti and ghetto. She likes to rap, paint and be pulled by her hair. When asked to hit her, don’t. You’ll likely chip one of the few teeth that are not already damaged from drug induced fighting.

 

This is Melissa.

This little phoenix has finally exploded out from those pesky proverbial ashes and is now more dangerous than ever. Please don’t cross her, we’re exhausted from keeping up with her body count. She likes to get tipsy, smoke Peach Cigarillos, and dramatize on the inescapable stupidity of the human race. But she’s totally a sweetheart, I swear.

 

This is Cynthia.

Be warned, playing certain melodies in her presence will result in screams and frantic removal of clothing. Do not despair. As wild as she might appear, she is gentle in spirit and can be coaxed into calmness. Oh, and she can make the clichéd potato sack look like a vintage YSL.

 

This is Stephanie.

A redheaded videogame freak, she will lull you into a false sense of security and then ensnare you into her giant web of good times and happiness. While she is conscious and in an altered state, expect to see her move and gyrate in ways most are incapable of. She will cause your head to explode when she demands, “Is this trippy?”

 

Oh and this is me, Jaydu.

I’m a little higher than most on the melodramatics. I might not have a body count but I do have a count of bodies that I pretend don’t exist. I’m less action, more inescapable traps of harmful thought processes and unpredictable mood swings. But you won’t notice. I exist solely for bottles of white wine and good company, I enjoy doing naughty things to naughty people and I pretty much forget everything. Oh and I really like to bite, sorry.

*UPDATES*

We’ve cleaned up our member list and we have some very exciting new additions. There’s nothing grander than expansion, huh?

This is Letourneau.

She’s a sassy little frassy equipped with unnaturally long limbs and delightfully uneven hips that give her a dominatrix like stance. This princess’s calling is to keep you safe and you can depend on her to break out some controversial raps while intoxicated. 

 

This is Kassandra

A total darling yet hardcore competitor, she’s got it all in control. Her presence guarantees a good time and an infamous mind boggling display of drunken cheerleading stunts. Honestly, anyone who can hold up some gyal and launch her into the air while barely being able to walk a straight line is a hero in my books.

“Its The End Of The World As We Know It…

… And I Feel Fine”

- R.E.M.

Im sure im not the only one to have noticed that our world is dying!!! I mean WTF is going on? Just a couple days ago it was so nice out and ” I thought to myself… What a wonderful world” - Louis Armstrong. Lol I dont know why i just thought of that but anyways now its fucking cold out and i hate it! Ive been walking around in a sweater all day and for once i prefered being at work (Fuckin’ Double Pizza!) where i was able to have lots of free coffee!

After my third cup I was bouncing off the walls and singing to myself ( Hmmm… I think thats where all these songs are coming from) They let me leave early cuz they said i was too tired to take any more orders for the day. I was soo happy but as soon as i got outside i remember the cold. I mean ya its almost fall and all but comon’ cant we have a couple more nice weeks! Don’t u agree? Let me know what u think.

-Drax!

Hey God it’s me… Drax!

So it was about time that I got off my lazy ass and actually write something… Well i dont how or where to start, this being my first post and all but here i go…

Since our summer is now over, why not share about my first week back (yet again!) at Dawson? As most of you know Im in night school trying to back into day. Ive been really patient but patience only lasts for so long. Night school is soooo different from day school:

1. Almost all my friends are either in day school or have gone on to university.

2. The teachers seem to be somewhat crazy!

3. No one seems interesting enough to actually talk to.

There are many more things I can list but that would take me all night! But all that to say that I really hate night school. I mean who really wants to sit for a 4 hours english class on a tuesday night? I dont know what i was thinking when i registered for it. My teacher IS insane!!!! We must call her Dr. Vollick which brings back such bad memories of another english i had (well i ended up droppping the course). Sarah you know who im talking about… Dr. Victor Haines, well atleast that what i think his name is. Long story short they enjoy torturing their students with oral and pop quizzes! Why do i always get stuck with such weird and awkward english teachers?

Enough about my teachers because i could complain for hours. Its all i do. Im always complaining about something or other. SEE??? Now im complaining about complainging. God im sure im probz boring you all with my back to school thoughts. So imma just end my post hoping for a better next week.

Peace Im Outty!

~Drax!~

ughh pink nails

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Pink nails are in.

so yeah HIIIII, I havent written since my first time :O….. but hey hey hey! it’s gonna be okay I’m here now.

ughhh I hate people. people are massively shivs, and make me wanna kill sometimes. ahhh NO REASON.

SO I started school 1 week ago, and I feel like this semester suckss balls.. I mean I like my classes and all, but the shivsy dunaj and the shmitty and brutus and passoutman and lazlonde , naccs….peaced the fuck out!! and I just feel shivs, the people I hang out with are obviously my friends, but I dont get to spend as much time with my shivsyyy and ple girls. which kinda sucks, but 1 metro away aah heyy tarif reduit not

I love thou sarah dunaj, thou shant worry about anything, its gonna be okay, Letourhoe will keep you safe! and you must speak with Letourbro haha yeeeee

but wtvv im all good,… im bluedogging it…

let’s stop about schhoool now. lets talk about life,
life is actually reallly good rightt now, I dont think I would like to go back to what I was before.. if that makes sense!?! I’m just saying that everything right now is good. I’m sooo happy. I LOOVEEE my job, I fkn love telling people what to do hha its amazing! ++ i get to play dress up. Merchandiser, ah hey wassup
gah gah gahhhhhh. Partying is good 18+ ah hey, also promoting is ah hey!
ah gawd meeting amazing people is keyyyyy. ahh i love all of it.
Ireally dont think people understand how happy I am! well I’m sure shivsy dunaj understands, cuz I keep her safe!. but yeah.. I’m just having sooo much fun and all is good with me:)

I’m just annoyed at people who don’t understand what I want them to understand,…
wtvvv.
it’s gonna be okay!!

ah i also love being edgy/easy breezy… i was sooooooo edgy this wk end i think shivsy dunaj got a little jealz and creamzz her pants!

I misssss the ple girls and i can’t wait to drank with you all tomorrow..
it;s gonna be grand ahha!

I wonder how Shmitty is doing in suchh a big schhooll. I miss her, and we can no longer run around in circles singing… ” we are underaged..” gaahhhhhh

ahhh im also fknnn obssessd with gossip girl. i watched it on monday and pretty much creamzzzzz..
or shall i say creamy coleslaw. naccs is my hero. fullyy enjoyyed that night!
I effing love being creamy coleslaw in angrignon parkkkkk. Naccs you make me creamz ha!
ahhh gg.

good morning upper east sidders. L and N we’re spotted being creamy coleslaw in angrignon park. They were also spotted drinkng bottles of wine and eating 1/2 moons @ midnight. How shivsy dunaj can you get..

I LOVE YOU

X o X o gossip girl

a.k.a LETOURHOEEEE
XOXOX

C’est la fin.

Alright plegalz, as Sarah has mentioned in the previous post, we have now officially reached the end of the summer. Cegepers start school today, and us college kids start next tuesday. It’s semi sad, but i’m kinda excited for Frosh, i’m not gonna lie.

Anyhoo, the past 3 months of summer have been quite peculiar, and I feel the need to recap them because well, they were pretty fucked up and I would like to share our terrifying experiences with our dear readers. To be honest, I don’t even know how to start this.. ugh shivs. here goes nothing.

• Chapter I: Abandoned School/Edginess

The summer kicked off some time in May, when the snow and igloos finally melted. School was out, and so was the sun. We’ve had the most incomprehensible weather, that even The Weather Network wasn’t too sure what to expect anymore. Is Mother Nature on a deep psychedelic trip? Or is the world coming to an end? Who the fuck cares anyways? It didn’t stop us from discovering Victoria School. Vicky is located near Guy metro station and is abandoned. the first person to set foot in this ominous edifice was our beloved and dearly missed homie Perez. He decided, baseball bat in hand, to crack open the windowsill and penetrated into the dark cell only to find that it was desolate and awesome. He proceeded to unlock the backdoor for the rest of us and the rest is history. It became our new hangin’ spot. We started throwing “secret parties” in the grimy gymnasium where we found strange drug paraphenelia and what appeared to be a homeless person’s den. These so-called parties consisted of a group of angst ridden teenagers indulging in recreational substances and painting scary tribal marks on their faces with pink fluo markers. Also present were basketballs, skateboards, graphitti cans, champagne bottles, sparkly candles, silly string, dead rats, broken sinks for toilets, and people with names such a Benedict.

We fully enjoyed these gatherings, and videotaped them as well for they brought the crew closer together and the degree of sketchiness to another level. However, some members of our “crew”, specifically one with the name of a popular brand of potato chips, decided that this location did not suffice so he went on a quest to find another foresaken building. And so he found one, a church to be exact, and decided once again to attempt to access it but his blueprint was miscalculated and he got caught by an angry black security guard who knocked him out with a baseball bat and called the authorities ( aka the ”po-po”). We did not hear from our friend for 24 hours after the incident occured. We all entered a state of panic, trying to figure out how we could help our locked up convicted friend to re-enter society as soon as possible, when Nick suddenly received a phone call from him stating that he was on his way back home with his mother and that we going to be on house arrest for the rest of the summer. We never went back to the school. R.I.P Vicky.

• Chapter II: Mass Texts/ Bring Fluo

If I could summarize Chapter II in one word it would be shivs. But I think I should elaborate.
So Pringle’s on house arrest, he can’t chill with us anymore. Perez is peacing to the UK to pursue his dream of becoming an eduated and successful landed imigrant. Lalonde is leaving us to go euro-trippin and Matty got a job at BMO, which is the equivalent of being on house arrest. or something of the like. or maybe i’m just having an acid flashback. anyways, the point is, everyone bounced the fuck out. We were left stranded here with full time jobs (except Sarah), and no cool place to chill. So Nick decided to take charge of situation by mass texting everyone things like “Meet At St-laurent metro for a night to burn it down with hatchmatik! 930 pm, bring fluo and cameras for a night to remember” or “Get ready for a night of Screams and Terror at the Younes residence, 10 pm bring popcorn and fluo” or even “Radio Fireworks at the Old port 10 pm, bring booze, water guns and fluo”. You’d think that gatherings like those would be full of shits and giggles, festivity and glee but it turns out things resembled more like a bad mexican soap opera. or actually more like a 2002 Fox reality show ( RIP paradise hotel). my point is, drama suddenly emerged and everyone started backstabbing and shit-talking each other which was totally uncool and weird because such a phenomenon had never occured in our crew previously. Stories of coke dealing, boycotting, jealousy, cheating, name-calling and treachery started spreading faster than the Maple Leaf disease. The crew got seperated, but this did not stop us from roaming the streets of St-laurent, creating a kuffufle at Blizarts and hanging out in Pharmaprix parking lots and Architecural Parks. We also expanded our crew with new additions such as PeeJay (”are you pissed nick?”), Ben, Toni, and occasional randoms here and there. As mentioned previously, the weather was on high doses of crack and we thus got 2 sunny days on 25 rainy ones. I’m still bitter over the fact that we never went to super Aqua Club. augh.

• Chapter III: The Cool Kids Crew/ DYP

The event that marked the beginning of the third and final chapter of summer ‘08 was Steph and Lalonde’s birthday. We organized a surprise bday bash for these two ladies at Ugly Ass Bikes.
you’re confused aren’t you? No, we did not buy them ugly ass bikes. and no they are not ugly ass dykes. the place where we threw the party is a skateparc/bmx parc called Ugly Ass Bikes. We rented the whole thing for one night of madness and chaos involving Tanqueray, vegan cakes, balloons, sparkly candles, people on bikes, people on drugs, a bit of drunken contemporary dancing and some cheerleading. The night was a success and marked the return and retribution of the Cool Kids Crew aka D.Y.P. I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel and things started getting back on track, even though Mama Nature was still in rehab. We then attended other succesful events such as the MEG boat party where we witnessed a naked man do a triple flip onto the St- Lawrence river and we wrapped up the summer with Nick’s bday bash/Indecent Xposure Bad Trip where hoes got down, burned down the club and bounced back and fourth.

What can I say. Even though we had some shitty times, and some of us shed tears at some point or another this summer, it doesn’t change the fact that everytime I look at all the Photo Albums Sarah posted on facebook of all our hangs outs I have a huge smile on my face. All the good times, the lawls times, the way we all got to know each other so much better and got so much closer makes it all worth it to me. I would re-do this summer all over again in a second. Obviously there were some ups and downs, but when you think about it, it’s the downs that made the ups that much cooler for us. It was our last summer as the Dawson Kids too. We’re all going to different schools now, we’re all seperating and moving on to a new chapter in our lives, but these memories will stay with us forever. As Vitamin C once said in her lyrics ” As we go on, we’ll remember, all the good times we had together. As our lives change, come whatever, we will still be friends forever”. Ugh, I love that orange haired bitch.
K I have to go get ready for frosh now, it’s starting in about 4 hours. I’m hella nervous. but before I go, i just wanna say:

SUMMER ‘08 FTW!

Series of Events III

Well, this is it. It’s done…almost. I’m talking about summer of course. And it has been quite the crazy one at that. Although large parts of it have already been forgotten-due mostly to mind altering substances- it can be declared a success. Here are a few memorable moments…

Date: Sunday, August 3, 2008.

Location: Meg Boat

What Went Down: Cyn got two warnings, Jdu’s VIP “mishap”, drunken freestyles, cheerleading, pictures to prove I was present, unheard PLE girl shout out, David Bowie (fuck you!), trademark pink marker, attractive tourists, triple flip hold-up off the boat.

Date: Thursday, August 14, 2008.

Location: Saphir

What Went Down: Saw a singing hobo who produced condensation, got ditched, witnessed pool table shenanigans, Nick caused a ruckus, ripped off the bouncer (haha), tore my jeans on the railing, 2$ chow mein, shoes were thrown onto the street, took a bus, woke someone up, 4:30 purchases.

Date: Friday, August 22, 2008.

Location: Le Social

What Went Down: Awkward 106 ride, 07/10, predrank on picnic tables, teddy bear, swirly patterns, nooses and fake blood, suffocating bunny masks, balloons, bad trip, unexpected guests, broken camera, hoes got down, 33$ rental, 5:30 feta bucket vomiting.

 

- Sarah