Posts tagged life
A bonjour bonjour, mes amis!
It’s been what, an entire MONTH since I blogged last? Suffice to say I’ve been busy… and heck, I pretty much live-blog my entire life through Instagram and Twitter these days. Poor LOL’s been getting the neglect.
I apologize to my mom, that weird throng of creepy dudes who send me late-night Facebook messages, and the other 4 readers of this blog.
I dunno, that’s just a great gif. ALSO GOOD.
Below, I’ve comprised a Storify with some of the past month’s most clutch moments — but first, please check out this sick video Steve and I made on Easter Sunday. We hit my hometown for some
delicious free food quality family time and decided to go out to the beach for… well… some murder. Peep murder.
We also climbed the ENTIRE FREAKING CN TOWER last Saturday. I KNOW, RIGHT? It was a fundraiser for the World Wildlife Foundation and my legs are still burning just a little bit.
I did get to hit the aquarium afterwards though, which was fun (especially when I snuck into the kids adventure zone bwahahaha)
And one more photo before I dumb 50,000 on you — this one, taken at a birthday party I threw for Casie at Trinity Bellwoods Park on Saturday. A lovely day with some lovely cats. If anything good has come from less blogging lately (aside from like, more time with my boyfriend, more time hitting events, more time cleaning and working on so much actual work stuff it’s been that I’ve been able to spend a lot more time with my homies.
That’s what life is about. It’s nearly summertime. Give a girl a break.
Now, for the wild blustering catch-up post…
If you actually made it through that entire thing… thank you for that.
Behold, the most-recently filmed-for-Youtube set of my bourgeoning local amateur standup comedy career!!!
Big ups to Saroox for filming that, and to all of the friends who’ve been coming out to see me joke. It’s the cats who make time to come out and support me who will get front row seats when I’m as famous as Louis C.K. hired to be Louis C.K.’s nanny for a few weeks and score some comps from my employer.
No but for real.
Sat, Aug 10: Crown & Tiger on College, 8:30 p.m.
Mon, Aug 11: Dawn Patrol, Comedy Bar
Tues, Aug 12: Toronto Comedy Brawl Quarter-Finals, Johnny Jackson’s in Toronto
More to come from VELD, The Bridle Bash, The Grove Festival and more… busy summer, sheeeeeiiit.
Hey hai happy humpday ladies and gentlekids! Now please, for the love of cripes, chill.
I did not delete my blog (okay, I did, but not on purpose or for very long) I am not lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did (see?) and like, thank you white knights for your “IS EVERYHING OKAY?!” messages but I do not need your *hugz* or “to talk?”
I’ve simply been busy… and perhaps a little bit too forthcoming with the emo-stagrams?
COME ON, IT’S ENDLESS WINTER! You’re depressed too.
In all seriousness though, I’m good.
Work is awesome awesome awesome, my comedy stuff is progressing nicely, and sheet, I’ll be darned if the exhaustion of Lau is not the evolution of Lauren as well.
In fact, I have some exciting (for me) news to share on that front…
UNF! Right? Such a sick video.
Also grand? This image I found on Reddit the other day called “1993″ vs “2003″ :
This white-nosed black squirrel I found in a bush on King St. yesterday (!!!) :
Annnnnd Anthony Jeselnik, Daniel Tosh (it’s Tuesday) and pretty much everything I Tumbled last night.
But I digress.
Here’s what’s up: just over one week ago today, I signed the lease on a brand new pad — My first real grownup apartment. No roomies, no parents, no boyfriend, just me. BOOYAH / Holy f–k.
As cool as that is, it’s scary too. I’m stressed out about moving my stuff again, kind of nervous about being responsible enough to manage my own householdish, and still very much dealing with the circumstances surrounding this move — but I’m also stoked as heck to be in a place where I can finally afford my own apartment in downtown Toronto.
I’d always kind of assumed that as a young journalist I’d have to sell at least 50 3D-printed kidneys on the black market BEFORE I could spend money on things like… lamps and tables for lamps to go on… so this is a big thing for me.
Leaving Liberty Village was a very conscious decision – one that was bittersweet.
I loved this neighbourhood when I first moved into it a few years ago, but the deluge of new condos has made it feel like even less a part of the city than it was before, which is shocking considering how closed off it already is. There’s so little culture here too that the vibe feels almost… suburban.
My building has become choked out by new condos around it, overcrowded with obnoxious yuppies and uh, bye bye awesome view.
Judge for yourself. The rest of Toronto did, and I’m not just being a hipster. Liberty Village has changed — and in this girl’s opinion, not for the better. I will miss my crystal castle, but I’m happy about where I’m headed too (also downtown west.)
You’ll see tons of “LOOK AT MY NEW LAMP” photos once I actually move in a few weeks, but for now I’d like to reflect upon the apartment hunting process itself — because if there’s anything more hilariously frustrating than trying to find a second dancing James Brown doll to lampify, it’s trying to find a nice yet affordable 1 bedroom place to rent in a cool neighbourhood in the heart of Canada’s largest city.
Spoiler alert: I worked really effing hard.
(To be continued…)