Posts tagged weekend wrap
Au revoir, Summer 2012. I hardly freaking knew ye…
Maybe because I spent most of the season inside writing, working, sleeping running on treadmills, hiding from the humidex… Internetting.
WHAatever, I mean. Summertime feels a bit arbitrary now that I’ve graduated up into the workforce and whatnot.
Summer break doesn’t exist. Summer jobs don’t exist. Summer sausage doesn’t exist (I decided to stop eating red meat when I was 14, you see. At summer camp.)
I just spent SO MUCH TIME making that.
Stay in school, kids.
Click play on the song above (for it is my current jam) and then read on to learn about how I spent the last weekend of my tofu:
On Thursday, I went with a few friend’s to Dell’s Ultimate End of Summer party at Sunnyside Pavillion. Sean and I rode our bikes there thinking it was way closer than it actually is. It was a nice bike ride, and when we got there, SHARKS!
Lights started playing jussst as we walked in. Such a talent, that girl.
Casie pretended to be the Parkdale bed intruder. HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE!
Thanks for the invite, Dell! Y’all know how much I love my sweet XPS 13 Ultrabook
After the party, we hung out around Casie’s but my phone was dead. Twas a relatively early night, anyway, as I felt the need to get plenty of beauty rest for the Weekly webcast!
On Saturday, I drove home to my parents’ house in Chatham — and then on to Windsor!
It’s been some time since I partied with my old homies there. I was too busy catching up and celebrating Harmony’s beeday to bother taking many photos. I slept at Seany’s parents’ house and woke up with my hair looking like this:
Rough morning, but somebody special was waiting for me on the bed when I got back home to Chatham:
And Mommy made MUFFINTOPS!
I watched the (mid) Season Finale of Breaking Bad with my parents and Tweeted so hard that THIS happened:
Rumour has it Mr. Paul will be in town for TIFF. I’ve got his film in my calendar as “GO STALK JESSE PINKMAN.”
My Labour Day weekend was pretty uneventful and chill. I spent a lot of time driving and walking in the country, looking at corn and cows and horses. Regard:
YEAH STEWED RHUBARB! From the gaarrrrden. If you’ve tasted it, you know why this blogworthy.
This past weekend was a very nice, grounded (for me) weekend. The perfect vaccination against what’s to come… this week…
Homies and gentlecats,
You’re going to see a lot of party coverage on this here blog in the two weeks ahead — most of it TIFF related, some of it fashion. But most of it TIFF. All of it, pretty dang myaw.
Yeah. It’s that time of the year again.
Not only will I be on the Star Spotting beat for work (let’s play polite paparazzi!), I’m scheduled to be at no less than… 10 parties within the span of three days alone.
In an effort to actually write about everything I do, I plan to keep my party reviews short. MAYBE even 140 characters or less.
I just got back from a pre-TIFF cocktail party at the Ritz-Carlton. Here’s my review:
I also hit up a sweet lounge this morning (EGPR’s Essentials Lounge for media) but that most definitely deserves a post of its own (you have no idea, holy MAN!)
Soon enough. Wait for it…
What is UP velociRADsters?
I drove a Kraft Dinner coloured monster truck from Liberty Village to Hollywood today, all by myself save for Tickory and Oatmeal. The idea was to land myself a bartending gig and go on auditions all day until I “made it”… as lord knows what. A comedian? A singer?
I can’t rightly remember if I did land that job or even if I found a bench to live under because everything turned into spiders and then I woke up.
In actual fact, I slept until 4:30 p.m. today after going to sleep around midnight the evening before. 16 HOURS OF SLEEP. Can you beleedat?
I should check into the hospital for exhaustion with Demi Moore and Lindsay Lohan. It seems to be the LA way, after all. I’ll need to develop a drug addiction first, but I don’t predict that should be too hard given the addictive nature of most illegal substances…
Here’s what went down the rest of the weekend:
I came at Friday night like a bat out of H-E-Double Hockey Sticks, just raring to rage. I had a long, stressful week and needed to blow off some steam / escape reality.
We had a few friends over before heading out and I made them DailyBooth with me because I figured I would look like a pimp surrounded by boys. And that I did:
Sam’s shirt is blogworthy. I’ve got a similar one at home (+ NKOTB bedsheets, pillows, a sleeping bag, dolls, lunchbox, etc.)
We went out to watch Ross spin at Supermarket (which us not actually a supermarket) and then skipped over to the Underground afterwards – but not before flitting around College and King West a bit. Morgan and I found a cat in some alley and played with her while the group ran ahead. She was very affectionate and very very cute.
Post boogie, we came back here and played lots and lots of dance central 2 on the Kinect. One person FRIGGING DOMINATED over everybody else with her mad video dancing skills, but I’m not going to say who because that would be bragging.
Saturday I wrote (work stuff. again.), had coffee with one very smart friend, gymmed and then went shoppppping:
I very much wanted to purchase the Cooperative Intarsia raccoon sweater from Urban Outfitters (seen here on Lights) but I’m on an agressive saving spree so I took a few pictures and felt sorry for myself instead.
Same goes for the 99$ deer sweater. Warm. Cozy. Cute.
If I had bought anything, it probably would have been this electric lime Staring at Stars cable tunic. I’m loving all things Day-glo right now and think this would be a surprisingly versatile addition to my wardrobe.
I thought it looked stupid with that skirt in the changeroom, but now I rather like it. *le sigh*… the sacrifices we make to pursue our dreams.
Do you think if I dedicated my entire blog to clothes and style that I’ll start getting FREE CLOTHES like Chiara and all of the real big fashion bloggers? Probably not. Maybe I’ll continue to try on and take changeroom photos of things I like but can’t buy for a little while. That would, at the very least, make for a fun Tumblr.
Yeah, those pants are gross.
Anyhoo, I’m going to go put this song on repeat and cry for a little while now ’cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark and such.
Perhaps I need that neon sweater more than I think I do.
Change is imminent. So many big, big changes on the way. I’m terrified, guys… but fear is a good thing, I’m told. I’d rather be frightened than bored or in pain.
Have you ever wanted to be the very best? Like no one ever was?
Yeah, me too. I also get the Pokemon theme song stuck in my head at least twice a month, and figured it was high time to do something about it:
Don’t even try to front like you’ve never done the exact same thing. Maybe not into your webcam, but hey – few people are as willing to publicly ridicule themselves for the lulz as I. YOU’RE WELCOME / I’M SORRY.
Anyhoo, like I mention in the video, that was a straight-up procrastinatory exercise.
I’m in the middle of one of those super slammed periods of time where I stay up until 3:00am every night with work, work, life, work and social activities. I’m also trying to cut together a reel and redesign my portfolio ASAP because you never know when DONDA might come calling, right?
Being that I don’t have time for a proper weekend wrap post, I’ll just share a few photos with you and say that it was dope. A busy, bouncy, blustery weekend.
I took my VIXIA riding on Sunday, so you can expect a snowy LOLvlog soon. Until then, there’s this:
36 seconds for one run, weeeee!
Okay, it was actually the base of a run that was maybe… 75 seconds. Blue Mountain was too far so we went to Moonstone instead. Meh.
Finally, here’s a little browser tab explosion for y’all:
- A day in the life of a social media rockstar, by Slacktory. I love this so hard.
- Art’s greatest moments, recreated avec Barbie. !!!
- This is how you die – A Tumblog.
- Awesome Whistler Film Festival spot. “Unexpected Stories”. Well done.
- Skullball Machine. So sick.
- Greatest licence plate ever, rigggght?
- Facebook’s entire TOS, in Bro-speak. Again, via Slacktory.
- Brampton has dirty Tweets.
- Starbucks is about to start selling da booze.
-Turn your TOOLBOX into a BOOMBOX!
- Gratuitous ACER. Bwahahaha:
C’est tou! Me out! Watch MTVCreeps, tonight at 9:30pm. I’m not on tonight’s episode, but I’ll be back in a few. Wa, ha, ha…
Hey there, readerkin, ol’ buddy ol’ pal. I’ve got a question for you:
Ball so hard…
Hehehe. No but for real, riddle me this: Do you guys like it when I talk about all of the junk I get up to on my blog?
Like, when you read about my little adventures and experiences are you thinking “I AM SO ENTERTAINED RIGHT NOW!” or is it more like “Nooobody caaaaaares, you narcissistic twunt…”
I’m going to launch into a wee ramble interspliced with completely unrelated but highly enjoyable images right now. Feel free to skip ahead.
I’ve been looking at a ton of personal blogs lately (for design inspiration, you know) and I’ve discovered that there are a lot of whiny egomaniacs out there. Their websites look awesome, their outfits are cool, but jeeeeeepers crow does their content suck.
I surf the web to learn and find cool things, not to read about some trust funder’s gluten-free cupcakes or a mom in Idaho’s battle with IBS.
Is this just my own personal taste? Or does somebody other than jobless Jim the SEO wizard’s mom read his blog?
I can’t aspire to be like Gakwer or Cracked here – I am but one human. That said, there are relatively small staffed website likes Geekologie and Catsparella and Brand Flakes for Breakfast that deliver in spades. This is for a number of reasons, but to the best of my observations it’s predominantly because they’re themed and consistent and well written and interesting.
I can do well written, I can do interesting – I can even do consistent… if I have to.
What I’m really really lacking is a theme. A “beat”, so to speak. That’s what I want for this website in 2012. If I am to grow, I need a strong beat and it can’t be “Lauren O’Neil”. A little too niche, if you ask anyone other than my mother.
My problem is that I just want to write about evvvverything. I fall in love faster than a fruit fly. Wait – do fruit flies love? I know that they live very short lives, so I just assumed that if they were to fall in love, it’d be a relatively quick process…
Anyhoo, maybe that can be my theme. “STUFF I LOVE”. I’d need a really unique delivery approach though, to stand out from the others – like Hyperbole and a Half. I freaking love her stuff.
What do you guys think?
Here’s the weekend wrap:
The first thing you need to know about this weekend was that it was SOOOOO COLD. The second thing you need to know is that holy crap does it suck to go out in Toronto when it’s negative 1 trillion degrees outside.
We were supposed to meet up with some buddies at this trennndy new club on King West called Bloke & 4th on Saturday night, but got distraccccted on the way out and didn’t hit it until 12:11 am when guest list was already closed and the line up to get in was HYOOOOGE.
We left, obvs, because HELLO – I do NOT wait in lines.
I wish I could say that this is because I’m way too used to being ushered through back doors by club owners, entourage in tow, but this never happens because nobody believes me when I tell them that Justin Bieber is my brother. He isn’t, but that’s irrelevant. I’m a really good liar and thus should be rewarded with preferential treatment and gratuitous libations!!!
Sorry friends. As much as I would have loved to wait outside for 20 minutes to come in and meet you, I love keeping my toes on my feet more. Rendevous in t-minus 3 months, k?
The above image is my favourite result from a Google Images search for “hibernation”. Ha!
Post King-West icicle fest, We hopped into a cab and rolled by some of the usual haunts, many of which were surrounded by masochistic Torontonians waiting to get in. Then we decided to go check out some of those dive bars on Dundas West the kids rave aboot.
Here’s the thing about dive bars: they’re cheap, the’ve got great music, and that grungry atmosphere is even sort of charming when you’re in the mood for it.
They’re also rife with wasted hipsters. And not the good kind.
The yupsters stick to private parties and trendy joints that I don’t even know about, but the places we hit on Saturday were filled with a poor, young, very very dirty kind of hipster.
I’m fascinated by hipster culture — when I can’t smell it up close.
Sweet Jukebox at this one place, though. I had a good time hanging out with Seany pounding pops and counting beards.
Friday night I stayed in and went on a massssssive Internet bender. I kid you not, between my 2 computers I have over 40 Windows open – hundreds of tabs. I’m on the prowl for big things, and new ideas hit me faster than a fruit fly. Wait, do fruit flies have ideas?
Whatever. I RT’d Hipster Mermaid about a zillion times at one point:
I’m working on my standup act again. Need to set a date… Picard, Keith, FORCE ME INTO THIS!!!
On Sunday, I gymmed and went shopping but borrrrrriiiing right? NO, not boring because I went to Morba, which is the coolest store ever and always fun to visit even when I can’t buy anything:
I also hit some boutiques which was energizing and torturous at the same time. These shoes cost as much as one month’s rent (in downtown Toronto) and look like they’re made of beaver mohawks or something. Beavers have mohawks, you know.
Last night, the Golden Globes went down.
I flicked over to the Simpsons half way through because, well, Simpsons were on. Plus, aside from a few stab-a-betch worthy dresses on the red carpet and a shot of Steve Buscemi it was booooring. Oh, but this was good:
GRAB YOUR LUNCHBOX!
This “smart window” from Samsung is the future. And the future is nifty!
BBC’s done a feature on Tavi as a 15-year-old editor-in-chief.
Microsoft wants to help you avoid the ghetto! Aw, thanks guys. That’s sweet.
Sh*t Nobody Says is funny. But these videos need to stop now, please.
The Joy Of Books was filmed in Toronto and I just found that out today. So proud.
I don’t know about you, but I hope I get a chance to run a marathon with zombies one day.
Want to look just like Drake? He’s a makeup tutorial for ya. Go nuts.
Here’s Hello Kitty as everyone.
Last but not least, social media explained in one image:
Bed time for this gally.
Sean and Willy are sleeping like logs and I’m a bit dozy myself. Plus, cuddling that little orange man while I watch the rest of Gossip Girl sounds 40x better than sitting alone at my computer right now. Righhhhht?
Tomorrow begins the “12 days of Christmas” (*gulp*), but if you happen to live in North America like me, the holiday season started… well, around the time Halloween ended pretty much. This past weekend was a festive one, to be sure.
I’d sworn that my days of wearing holly jolly next-to-nothings on stage were over after last year… just like I’ve sworn every other year since I took that undergraduate “Gender in Communications” course and realized that I’m one very confusing little feminist.
That said, I’ve never been the type to say no when a good homie asks me for something so very simple and so very fun.
Plus, who knows how much longer I’ll get to spend with Brock and Galen and the Tiny Danza guys before they’re whisked away to some bigger city? They’re off to play SXSW this spring and then touring Europe. And then… who knows?
So many of the good ones leave. Bittersweet. But mostly sweet.
A whole bunch of our friends were there. Many blurry iPhone photos were taken between sets, ’cause I was all towering in 6 inch heels that I couldn’t rightly walk in.
There, those last ones are better.
For their last song, the boys pulled a bunch of hunnies up on stage with us and everybody was dancing and it was a rollicking good time. Bre Major (she who produced this fantastic video produced at the Roller Derby Gig we covered for vitaminwater) captured some footage. You can see my spindly santa arms flailing here and there. HO HO HO!
It took me a while, but I finally managed to wrangle Frik away from our friends and over to Andrew Richard Designs (East Toronto on a Friday night! ME!) for the Biz Media’s annual holiday bash. I ripped this photo of the Domo Ice Luge from @JonSimo on Twitter. Thanks guy.
You see, I got there after Domo was already dead. This sweet cake was pretty much anihilated too. Serves me right for arriving to a holiday party after 1:30 am. Not enough hours in a day amirite?
I hit the 3D photobooth just in the nick of time. Can’t wait to see how those photos turn out
Then, it was all dead iPhone and Queen West chillin’… back to the homeland. Back to the crib.
Saturday, in an attempt to redeem myself from all perceived Friday-night skankfoolery, I volunteered at a charity fundraiser that raises money to buy baskets of formula for babies whose families don’t have enough money around the holidays. Truth = I agreed to help out with this weeks ago because really, I couldn’t say no to something like that. It just tied in nicely.
I got to hold the biggest Toblerone bar EVER which was up for auction alongside many other more expensive but decidedly less badass things (Resort getaways, spa stuff, cameras, tickets, etc.).
We ran out of raffle tickets at one point so I hopped into my trusty steed and off to Dollarama went. With 10 minutes to spare, I secured a roll of what turned out to be unusable raffle tickets (all glued together and nyeeeaaaasty).
Hey. I still managed to find the ONLY Dollar store in West Toronto that stays open past 9:00 pm (it’s in Parkdale, btw). Give me a break.
Sock bun, I love you true.
Sunday was spent recovering from a long, sleepless weekend. I put out some Christmas decorations and did a whole bunch of cleaning. CLEANEST BATHROOMS EVER! McDonald’s trained this ponytailed 16-year-old well.
Groundskeeper Willie helped me with the laundry.
He really loves to help.
Last night, he helped me choose the winner in our Big Christmas Giveaway! Fret not – you’ll be contacted by tomorrow morning. Just confirming identity and country of residence with my BACKEND INTERNET WIZARDRY!
Here’s a half-opened advent calendar for my fellow cat lovers. All of the fun, none of the toothache!
Lastly, Congratulations to this chick on being the most amazing teenager in living history. Please remember me when you’re all grown up and ruling the world one day.
Remember that I posted a link to an article about you back in 2011.
Ya. Let’s be friends?
One big blog, full of bad bitches…
“Pixel pixel, 8 Bit kitties, chiptune music, physics…
Be still my nerdly, gangster heart – This. Fokking. Exists…. (And it’s got the swag, and it’s pumping out of its ovaries…)”
Last week, I interviewed Beth Maher for Pink Mafia’s blog. Homegirl is the artist / writer / designer behind that wicked NESesque Kreayshawn game that’s been blowing up our Internets for the past month (play it above if you know what’s good for your SOUL.).
She’s also a cat-loving feminist gamer girl from Toronto who loves Tumblr and Flickr. yes… The legion grows.
Read our ridiculously long Q&A here:
I still heart Kreayshawn hard. Like Beth, I don’t think she’ll fade away just quite yet. Something’s there. She’s a shining example of generation Youtube coming correct and I sincerely wish that I could be part of a crew like hers andcV-Nasty‘s.
Something tells me I’m a little too soft. A little too safe.
My weekend was aight. I worked all day today and last night too. Sleep when dead, yadda yadda. Not complaining. This is the life I choose right now because this is the stuff I love. Fokk a Sunday.
Friday night was also fun. I had some folks over and we all went to an 11/11/11 party that was way too dark for iPhone photos. Wasn’t much in the mood to snap, anyhoo. I took these beforehand.
Later, the boys and I hopped some really tall fences (short cut!). Big ups to friends who will hold your 6 inch platforms while you climb and place them back under you to avoid dirty feet. So glad I decided on jeans that night.
Simpsons time! I need to get off the computer and give the television my full, undivided attention now. Must get some LOLlage in before that stupid Allen Gregory show comes on. Ugh. #BringBackBobsBurgers
Here’s one more photo of my face looking like somebody who feels pretty dang sneezy this fine balmy evening. What’s UP with this? Everybody I know has been sick for like, 2 months now. Make up your mind, weather. Our immune systems can’t take much more of your waffling. Just stay warm maybe. That’d be cool.
I think I’m going to start writing about what I feel again someday soon. I miss that. Maybe I’ll have to do it on a secret blog. Either way, it’s probably a good idea to sort my head out.
Yo ho ho and an itty bitty thimble of strawberry milk, Mateys!
It’s Sunday. Sunday after ten. The weekend’s over, my shows are done, and there’s little left to do but try and delay Monday morning just a little bit longer by blogging into the night.
“Dear Future Lauren, I hope you’re well. Just in case you’re wondering what you did between August 12th and 14th in 2011, here’s a weekend wrap post (please note that you totally skipped WEMF, but for all the right reasons. Family > Everything)”:
Last night, Stella Artois Légère held a massive block party downtown.
I wasn’t originally slated to be back for this, but I’m glad it worked out that way. Seany and I had a lot of fun running around and playing with all of the funnities. There were bicycles…
And ice cream trucks…
An empty bus… (I got a little bit acrobatic in there, hanging from the railings like a monkey. Photos unpostable, thanks to my short skirt, pervy cameraman and gravity)
And a FIRE TRUCK! (what up, 1LoveTO?)
There were also lots of sweet paper lanterns, good looking people and beer (more photos here).
If I must order beer, Stella Artois has long been one of my go-tos because a) it’s Belgian, like my mom and b) it gives me a chance to yell “STELLAAAAA” in the middle of a bar without looking like a lunatic.
What? I DO? Whatever…
If you don’t get either of those references, you should probably just stop reading my blog right now.
Annnnd speaking of Lord Teevee, check out what my parents just got:
60 inches bay-BEE! Welcome to Saturday. We watched a Blue Ray on this puppy and I swear you’d think Orlando Bloom was in our living room. I wish.
We took that just before I left for Teeyoh Saturday evening. Bieber met Marley while Dad met my Raiden hat. I nabbed that tee on Friday for 16$ at a Hot Topic just outside of Detroit. Swag.
I love shopping in the states. So much awesome and everything’s dirt cheap compared to here. I kid you not, the EXACT SAME shoes – same brand, same make, same model, same year, same colour – regularly retail for about 40% less across the border. Mommy and I had a great day.
We scored some sweeet stuff (back to school shopping ftw!) and had a lot of fun trying on gorgeous church hats.
Mom wouldn’t let me spend $200 on a church hat because a) I don’t go to church anymore b) I don’t have $200 to blow on a hat I won’t wear and c) people at Roman Catholic churches in small Canadian towns don’t really wear hats like that to church in the first place.
Whatever. I looked goooood.
This one was my favourite. Fashion Police:
I did wear Mom down enough to at least try some hats on. She totally fell in love, and probably would have bought one if they weren’t so big on her head. Hat makers of Detroit, take note.
Today involved some gymming, park walking, grocery shopping, tv watching, Internetting, chilling with Frik and a whoooole lot of counter-productive stressing. Thank goodness for my cartoons and for the people who remind me to stop working for a bit to actually watch them.
What ever would I do without my loved ones? My mom, my dad, my Sean, my pink-tongued felines…
I’ve got to go now for real. Teevee calls…
PS – The stupid fedora is totally growing on me. You can call me Hypocrite McGee now. I don’t even care. That sounds cute.