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my new icon [Sep. 6th, 2004|12:18 am]
[mood |contentcontent]
[music |The Beatles]

Pretty spank new icon, eh? Oh, while I'm on, my new number is (518) 564-6894
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The Hockey House [Sep. 5th, 2004|11:15 pm]
[mood |complacentcomplacent]
[music |The New Deal- Technobeam]

After a disappointing "trip" on nutmeg, I decided to wander over to the Hockey House, as I was to meet Rachelle there, have a few drinks, meet Canadians, it's all good. As I started walking on Rugar towards Broad Street, I ran into Suzanne (from Argyle). She was LOADED drunk, and I felt I had to take her back to her room. She was very nice about it, and thanked me several times, which made me feel great.
Anyway, back to the party. So I get there, there's about 200 people in a fairly small couple rooms, and it became immediately clear that it was a sausage fest. I saw Paul, (not my roommate, other Paul, who blabbed about my essay outside class)we shmoozed for a while, no big woop. Anyway, I went to the porch like I usually do, I like some space at these parties, where I saw Ashley, a very cool sophomore that I hung out with most of the evening. Around 1:30, we noticed a very obvious undercover pig across the street in full uniform sitting in a new black SUV. We had noticed how although UP went down Broad Street many times, the party hadn't got busted. I gave my ID to Brian which is always a good idea when you're drinking underage.
Then, the cops came in, and just told us rudely to leave immediately and not to congregate till we got to our destinations. I hung out with Ashley afterwards and walked home with a moderate buzz.
On the subject of drugs, I'm getting Nicotrol in the mail, so I'm seriously going to quit smoking for good this time.
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L'Examen [Sep. 4th, 2004|09:30 pm]
Now, I'm not usually one to brag (yeah, right), but let me paraphrase what happened when I went for my first French class in college.
"Are you Sam Urbon?"
"Um, Yeah!"
"Didn't you hear? Your class has been cancelled, cause you were the only freshman to place into it"
On one hand it feels great to beat so many people in French, and has certainly revived my competitiveness, however, I do wish I could've taken French this semester. Oh well
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sitting with the girls (bonus, all about the stabbing) [Sep. 4th, 2004|09:18 pm]
It's a saturday evening, I'm sitting here with Kim and Leticia getting high on nutmeg. Yeah, that's possible. Anyway, it's been a pretty good week, last weekend was weird. Here's a summary;
Brian and I got some beer, pre-gamed it, and headed to a friends' house to smoke and drink, which was a great time, talkin about nothing, fearing a nasty fall from their balcony. Anyhoo, around 3 we decided to call a cab (big mistake), and had to pick up a completely swackered guy downtown, and go through a sobriety checkpoint. Brian is great to hang out with, though.
As you've prolly heard, I have to fill out a drug log every time I do anything, even caffeine. The trouble is, I usually don't remember exactly what I did, as days tend to fade into eachother. I'm glad I'm not the only one who slept in this morning.
Last night I pre-gamed it again with some peeps, then went to a party on Broad Street with Rachelle, (qui parle français), a pig came buy but didn't really bother anyone, cept if you were littering. That's certainly more than I can say for UP, who I swear have busted all of my friends for something or else.
A couple days ago, there was a stabbing right outside my dorm. I didn't see any of the guys involved, but it was really creepy nonetheless, as they were roommates and I guess it was drug related, although nobody seems to know for sure. It's weird how people can fuck up their lives so quickly, eh? Of course it was disturbing, as I contemplated "What kind of school is this?", but on the other hand, there was a very nice pic of me on the cover of the paper and in the background of the TV news that night.
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first days at college [Sep. 1st, 2004|01:36 pm]
[mood |sympatheticsympathetic]
[music |Pixies- Where is my mind?]

OK, so things are going great so far. (I should mention I'm at Plattsburgh as a Canadian Studies/French major. I've made a ton of friends, had a great time, and my classes are going swimmingly. My roommate, when not ralphing on his bed/our floor, is also nice. I came out of the closet to him, he took it well but was certainly proud of himself for doing so. Whatever.
In other news, last weekend I went with Brian to one of his friends' appartments, they are such nice people. I should mention I got loaded and stoned, and came back around 4am after quite an eventful taxi ride. I guess we're going up to Montreal together this weekend, which should be fantastique.
I guess if there's anything unpleasant to report, it's that the cops up here are nazis. I've seen so many people get busted for everything, and god forbid your car is a metre on the grass, you'll get nailed for $25.
Kim, Rachel and I had such a great time watching Queer as Folk the other night, it's so addictive. I also met Rachelle, among other people, she speaks some French and I'd be happy to tutor her. The best thing that's happened so far, I beat the entire freshman class on the French placement exam, so I'm feeling good and ferociously competitive.
If you're still reading, the footbridge (you know where) is an OK place to smoke.
Well, I should probably get around to that English paper, shouldn't be too hard.
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hasket stop naggin [May. 6th, 2004|11:44 pm]
[mood |highhigh]
[music |Dance Dance Revolution]

How come nobody's emailing me? Oh well, thought I'd write about my mundane life events lately.
First, this kid in my town named Billy Palinsky died from injury to his spleen during a hike. He was 20. I didn't think I knew him, but I saw his pic in the obituaries and recognized him right away. It's really eerie.
In other news, I saw Donna in town today, there's going to be a meeting about the movie i'm gonna be in this Wednesday, the script is OK, needs more subtext, but then again, it's just in the concept stage right now.
I'm planning a trip to Montreal with Hasket and Corey, i'm sure we'll have a blast.
In French club, I finally met someone my age, Corentin, he's from the west, near Nantes, also a rastafarian. We talked about the EU, stuff like that. There sure are a lot of lulls in the groups' conversations, I'll have to bring something interesting with me.
Work is fine, my manager is buttering me up big time to get me to do her bidding. Which I'd do anyway.

Bill Cosby- What do you think candy is made of Stewie?
Stewie- Sunshine and farts, what the hell kind of question is that?
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email shit [Apr. 22nd, 2004|08:23 pm]
Holy shit, is everyone getting as many scams and viruses as me? Thank God I've got Norton, or I'd be fucked. I get those damn Nigerian scams at least a couple times a week in English and French, spam in Russian, it's starting to really irk me. I seem to be fukin up my friends' address, the friend that lives in Sarasota that is, I'll have to give her a call.
Some good news from the Inbox though, Michael Moore just finished this new movie, Fahrenheit 911, i'll bet it's excellent, I have one of his books in French and the Bowling for Columbine DVD. I wonder how accurate his stats are. Anyhoo, the documentary was nominated in Cannes, however, keep in mind that this years' top judge (Quentin Tarantino) is a total nut job.
Shayne, I'm gonna call you today.
A bientot, everyone else.
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The Portrait [Apr. 22nd, 2004|07:44 pm]
Today was a somewhat interesting day, I got up later than I should have, went to the cafe in town to try out the Wi-Fi hotspot. After a few minutes of clicking, I finally got some OK access. Then again, I've got cable internet and a wireless router at home, so I'm spoiled.
On the way I ran into Donna, a very nice artist who I often see at work. She's always doing watercolours, making movies, etc. So today she asks about the Dali book I promised to lend her, so in complete altruism I head home and give her the book, she lives right nearby. She invites me in, I feel more than a little awkward, and she asks if I'd like to sit for a portrait. She lives in a sort of a communal house, it's got a very open feeling and is near the big intersection. She's got talent, although I didn't find my portrait very flattering. I assume the artist usually keeps the portrait, unless you pay, so she asked me what colour I like, bluish-grey will look great. The portrait was done with charcoal on French paper, and my nose looked a little big, actually it was sort of Woody Allenish, but I liked it nonetheless.
That's about all that really happened, my family is mostly fine, Ross' hair is still blue, I haven't really cut down on the smoking, Mom's wearing a huge cast for her heel, and Dad's overworked. I think i'll go to Parkfest this May, Guster and Default will be there.
Monty Burns: Amazing Smithers. This anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election, yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail. That's democracy for you.

S: You are noble and poetic in defeat, sir.

MB: Simpson, I shall make it the focus of my remaining years that your dreams will go unfulfilled.

H: My dreams will go unfulfilled? Oh no! I don't like the sound of that one bit. That means I have nothing to hope for. Marge, make it better please, can't you make it better, huh?

M: Homer, when a man's biggest dreams include seconds on dessert, occassional snuggling and sleeping til noon on weekends, no one man can destroy them.

H: Hey! You did it!
"In this house we obey they laws of thermodynamics"

"I'll have no more of your Vasser bashing young lady."

"I guess I'll just have to go hide in the crawl space"
"I hate it when he does that."

"There's just something so unwholesome about flying a kite at night."
This reminds me of my part-time friend Alex. Last thing I heard, he was in college in Hawaii, smokin' a LOT of grass. Wonder what he's up to.
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Summer Party, or the Upstate Nightlife Scene [Apr. 19th, 2004|11:21 pm]
[mood |pensivepensive]

So I got an email today, the rave at the Bell Centre I was going with Corey to, (wait, that's a grammatical atrocity) got cancelled. This is far from the first letdown from 514 Productions, the promoter, let me tell you. As it turns out, the Habs season might be extended, so the Bell Centre might not be available on the 23rd. So instead of disappointing people into a riot-like state, they've cancelled ahead of time.

First they reopened a massive, expensive club (Sona) right downtown that I couldn't wait to visit. The renovation was being done in stages, with the goal being five rooms that could hold 45 000 people. Unfortunately, it seems there wasn't enough interest to support yet another club downtown. Sigh. I hope the rave scene doesn't die out just yet! Here's the announcement:

Swirl 2004 Annulé…

Plusieurs facteurs nous ont influencés dans la décision d'annuler l'événement Swirl. Dans un premier temps, nous désirons laisser retomber la poussière suite à la fermeture du Sona et calmement régler tout dossier s'y rattachant.

Deuxièmement, il y a la forte possibilité que nos Canadiens se retrouvent en finale à la date prévue et que le Centre Bell ne soit pas disponible. Cette possibilité fait de sorte que nous nous retrouvons en position de " stand by " pour la salle et devons mettre la promotion sur glace pour une période indéterminée. Par respect pour les artistes invités, le personnel impliqué et vous, la clientèle, nous avons jugé mieux de ne pas prendre de chance en s'aventurant dans une logistique compliquée de dernière minute. Tout compte fait, nous préférons annuler l'événement que d'en produire un qui n'aurait pas été à la hauteur de vos attentes ni de celles des artistes invités.

Nous profiterons donc de l'été pour se ressourcer pleinement et reviendrons avec un renouveau d'énergie dès le début spetembre pour l'événement CREAM 04. Nous vous communiquerons les détails en temps et lieu. Entre temps, bon été!

I am planning a bash at my house sometime in July, most of my friends (about 20 at last count) will be invited, you'll hear from me soon! All RPS friends are invited as well, if you can make it. My parents will be out camping, so we should be good to go. BTW, if you're reading this, please email me, i'm sooo bored.

I'm still not back into the swing of things, today was one long series of consecutive fuck-ups at work. Oh, well. Keep your stick on the ice!

Bon Mot du Jour- "Experience is something you gain just after you need it"

One last thing before I go, leafing through the NY Post, definitely not a paper I'd EVER buy, I stumbled upon a cogent point in favour of gay marriage. "Since when are civil rights based on public opinion? If that were the case, slavery would've lasted a lot longer than it did"

My next entry will include a few Gen-X neologisms, you might like it, I find Gen-X, the MTV generation kind of interesting. Bye. Seriously, that's it.
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new song continued [Apr. 18th, 2004|11:49 pm]
[mood |complacentcomplacent]
[music |Lostprophets- Last Train Home]

For a little background information, Ça prends pas la tête a Papineau means "It doesn't take an Einstein". This is a liberal translation from the original Joual, which is a working-class dialect of Canadian French, spoken especially in Montreal. It's full of colourful slang and is quite a bit older than today's Standard French, and has many English loan words.
Also, by download, what I meant was, I hope you buy the CD at Archambault legally.

Sorry, I'm just covering my ass.
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