Kumquat

That's delicious. Now I want french fries.

No Three Musketeers?! What the hell?

Unprotected sex.

Top 5 shows on the Food Network. 5. Everyday Italian 4. The Secret Life of... 3. Unwrapped 2. Top 5 (woo) 1. 40 Dollars a Day

An old Vietnamese woman used to call my house a lot. It was only funny the first 5 times.

Last night I cussed out an American guy post-bar because he had pizza and I didn't.

Smile for me, daddy. Err. Earplugs and condoms are useful.

Ever since I've been home in Vancouver I've become addicted to rap/hip hop. I'm going to blame it on the excessive clubbing and dance classes at Harbour for this newfound obsession. Nothing gets me moving like 'There it Go' by Juelz Santana. Aww yeeuh.

Top 5 dream boys! Yay! 5. Pharrell 4. Gael Garcia Bernal 3. Diego Luna 2. Channing Tatum 1. Fernando Torres Rawr. EDIT: Because I suck.

POP A SQUAT. K, I've never done it but one of these days I probably will.

They just want to bond, man.

Mine will be Stingray. So cool.

He's an indie artist from Vancouver and I just picked up his CD Postcards and Daydreaming. It's the best money I've spent on a CD in a long time. Check him out.

That made me lawl.

Just Apples is the best. Anyone who thinks otherwise is mad. Mad, I tell you.

Here here.

8/10 because it kind of scares me.

I almost shit my pants during the trailer. Yesssss.

Step Up LOVED IT LOVED IT LOVED IT. The dancing was unreal. And Channing Tatum is fantastic eye candy.

Is it that place on Davie? Now I really want lamb.

Liquor before beer, you're in the clear. Beer before liquor makes you sicker.

I'm a sociology major (contemplating a psychology minor) and my university is, well, about an 8ish hour plane ride away? Wow. I can't believe I forgot about the shower shoes. One time I saw a girl walking around barefoot in the washroom, post-Halloween party. It made me want to hurl.

Yeah, you can. Mmm lamb.

Me neither. I'm impressed...and saddened. My 19th birthday was a shitter. I had a bottle of champagne to myself, apparently polished off a pitcher of beer, don't remember half of the pictures that were taken, and to top it all off, some random guy tried to come home with me. Apparently he was quite attractive, but I couldn't really see at the end of my night. I guess it was kind of a shame I laughed in his face and stumbled away. I rejected a piggy back to my room from the bar, which was a mistake because I had huge blisters from the very uncomfortable (but sexy) shoes I had on that night. I was hungover as shit the next day and missed all my classes. Good times.

I have many a drunken, random make out story. Let's not bother pin pointing.