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love, hugs and babies everywhere

~jess
i wrote this at 10:36 PM

there can be miracles.. when you believe.

i'm so boooooooooored. kt powell is here and we have nothing to do. today we spent the whole day doing queen street. we should have done kensington, but we were way too tired. licia is going to a bar tonite, and dad also has plans. and it's a saturday so no one else is around. campus is dead. and so are our lives. bored are we, bored, dammit!

why can i never find anything to do here? this SUCKS. lol.

love hugs and BOREDOM!!!

~jess
i wrote this at 9:47 PM

and every time she sneezes i believe it's love

i love that line. i think it might be my favourite line from anything ever.

that's a lot to compare to. *giggle*

alright, children, shall i share my night with you? what's that you say? yes, you do indeed wish to hear it? well then, my friends, gather round for a story. a story that is indeed true.

the nite is sunday, perhaps early monday morning. alicia, bear and i are sitting in the office quite bored and disappointed at the lack of sopranos before us. bear states that he wants to go to montreal. right then. but alicia had class on monday and she can't miss classes anymore. and i say "if we went to montreal right now, i would totally get drunk with you guys." the room stops. time stops. and we stare at each other for a millisecond that lasted forever.

"seriously?"

*ponders* "yep."

then, in a whirlwind of time, space and energy, we find ourselves in the office office, in front of the computer, figuring out where we were going to take me and how we would get there.

the next few hours (until 5 am, i believe) were spent with us deciding to go to paris, deciding what i would drink, me debating about whether or not i really wanted to do this and being conflicted as all hell. i said "i need a voice of logic and reason. i need a conscience. i need a me, who isn't me, to help me with what to do." i needed a father figure, but alas, my dad was off in the world of dreams. so we just left him a bunch of crazy msn messages. luckily, my wonderful uncle was on the phone and he acted, as he put it, as the "overprotective uncle." and told me that he heard doubts in my voice and that maybe i shouldn't do it. but i should do whatever i wanted to do. et cetera. wise advice, it was. so i mulled it over a little more. then alicia said something that hit the nail right on the head that i sort of remember the jist of but don't remember enough to write down.

and then i said okay. let's go get me drunk.

fast forward to yesterday, monday. dad and bear are in the office when i arrive. alicia gets there soon after and after getting food and being confused and being nervous and being sleuthy (but not really) we're on our way. to the liquor store first to get me coolers (bacardi breezers, 4 strawberry daquari, 4 orange smoothies), and then on the road to paris. it was really fun, even just the car. nestled into my dad's side, my best friend taking us away, my meatball man being all sniffly (no good, but whatever). so we get to paris, long story short we find a hotel (hahaha) and get into our amazingly beautiful swank room.

and bla bla bla. we start drinking. i get drunk off my ass. i drank 7 of my drinks, and we played a bunch of drinking games. it was really fun. we also took minutes of the whole thing, which was fun too. and now we can read all the stupid shit i said. i finished 3 of the drinks in the first hour.... then i almost puked so many times, but i burped instead and yay.

it was fun as all hell to say the least. then alicia and james got back from their walk (which took freaking forever) and me and bear were TOTALLY passing out, and so they got into bed and we were all cuddled up about to fall asleep when james says "why are we going to bed?" and alicia says "ya, i don't know." and then we turn the lights on and keep drinking and stay up till like 4.30 or something.

the next day we wake up around 9 ("i'm not hungover at all!" i realised later i was still drunk.. heh.) and set off on our way. apparently we kept the old lady curling team up, but the hotel staff didn't really seem to care cuz they loved us and the ladies never called down to complain. haha.

then we came back, it was a wonderful car ride here.

and then there was some scary confusion about people being mad at us, but now it's all fine. yay.

i have four new cavities, they're not fun.

oh, and by the way, this is a one time only thing. i had mega fun, but even before i was drinking i told myself i wanted to stay the sober person all the time. i like it that way. this was fromage - cheese in paris - and we'll do it again in 30 years, but until then no drunken cheese will exist.

so yay. that was my fun adventure.

love, hugs and bOOOOze?!

~jessica

and anna begins to change her mind.
i wrote this at 12:24 AM

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

that is all.

*giggle*
i wrote this at 5:26 PM