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Friday, July 22, 2005



As some of you have assumed my weekend trip to Montreal lasted a week. I love that city so much I find it hard to drag myself away from it. it was a very eventful trip. Most of the days were wasted away sleeping off the hangover from the night before. I really remember why I quit drinking last year. Though I do enjoy being wasted.
I just don't enjoy the unfun parts of it. Over this past year I have learned to have fun without external stimulants. Life now seems easier.
Ok so back to Montreal.
What a fucking great city. I didn't arrive until extremely late on Friday night/Saturday morning. 3 am to be exact. Just in time
to watch the Friday night drinking crowds empty into the streets. It was extremely hot in martina's Apt. So I went to Squat at The James' and Gregs Apt. With Brian, who has been squatting there for the whole summer. When I got there a party broke out, all the neighbor's were playing drunken games. I felt as if I walked in on a
episode of friends. This was the beginning of a trend this week, a trend that consisted of partying until well after the sun rose.
Saturday consisted of me getting really drunk. It all started with a few bottles of wolf blass yellow label, and a 26 of vodka
I met up with Amber and Vera, those crazy cats, some cute Asian girl and Ambers boyfriend was there too.
Though I don't really remember much from this night, I remember partying with them.
I then took them too Upstairs, which is a great jazz bar in Montreal. And unlike its name, it is downstairs.
I was so wasted I couldn't go in. So I sat on the Patio, and began to talk with the table of 3 next to me. It turns out I was sitting next to the consulate General of Panama. He was a nice man, very jolly, almost like St. Nick.
The smell of his cigar smoke turned my stomach. I then went inside and disturbed the band. The waitress asked me to leave, but I just bought her a martini instead.
(this is the part of the night I don't remember so I am telling it as it was told to me)I then went to lodge to visit my friend martina. Danced to reggae, then ate poutine, then went back to martina's apartment. I then puked in her sink. Then martina puked. It was great.
I then god kidnapped and dragged to after hours, where I danced to really shitty music until about 7 am.

I will write about Sunday through Thursday tomorrow.
for now, I leave you with these.








and this.



if you have been rejected many times in your life, the one more rejection isnt going to make much difference. If you're rejected don't automatically assume its your fault. The other person may have several reasons for not doing what you are asking her to do none of it may have anything to do with you perhaps the person is busy, or not feeling well, or is genuinely not interested in spending time with you.
rejectections are part of everyday life don't let them bother you keep reaching out to others. Keep reaching out to others. When you begin to receive posititve responses the you are on the right track its all a matter of numbers.
count the positive responses and forget about the rejections.

killed softly at 7/22/2005 01:03:00 PM
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