sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs

for those of you reading this who know me, you would probably be aware of the fact that for the past two (or so) years, i've been making an ongoing attempt at finishing my friend leonard, the sequel to james frey's a million little pieces. it's not that i dislike reading by any means; for my whole life, i've made an agreement with myself that i would always finish books that i've started. unfortunately after reading it's predecessor and subsequently discovering that it was, to an extent, fabricated, it was a hard task to even reach the half-way point of the so-called "imaginative story of a real life," without being skeptical and questioning everything i was reading.

i've now reached a stage in my life where i feel as though i'm comfortable letting go of a bad (or what i consider to be sub-par) book, without feeling guilty or even sorry for the author in regards to the fact that i didn't enjoy it as much as he or she would've wished.

today i purchased chuck klosterman's sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs: a low culture manifesto (now with a new middle), hoping that it would be as good as my friends have told me. i've read about 50 pages so far and it reminds me very much of my pop culture course i took last semester in university. it really makes me think about our society today, almost in a depressing manner. i'm actually not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing because after taking pop culture, i find myself being over-critical of everything i witness and am exposed to on a day-to-day basis. or maybe i'm actually not over-critical, but society is influencing me into thinking that questioning society and the media and infrastructure and social classes (etc.) is, in fact, being over-critical -- fuck! this is what i mean; it's hard to distinguish between what is "normal" according to our capitalist society and what is "normal" according to basic human instinct. i don't even like using the word "according" when talking about human instinct because it makes it sound like human instinct dictates things to us, when really there are no rules -- it is what it is and it comes natural to us as living beings.

i'm not even sure if the above paragraph makes sense to whoever is reading this, but it makes sense to me (in my head, at least). i could go on forever about the topic of how our society shapes and brainwashes us -- if you can even classify it as a "topic"; it's so broad. this post is, in fact, beginning to sound somewhat like a chapter from sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs or a piece that's better than my final paper i handed in to my pop culture professor, so i'm going to quit while i'm ahead, but i think (hope) you guys get the gist. 

i'll leave you with a quote from the book... a little food for thought...

"Being interesting has been replaced by being identifiable." (Klosterman, 40)

think about it, think think about it.

everything in it's right place...

i just got back from montreal yesterday evening. we were only there for two nights, but it was such a blast, though extremely exhausting... here's a bit of a recap.

the ride there was a bit of a mission in itself. we rented a toyota matrix which has five seats and a tiny trunk. there were six of us, one being in the trunk. anddd we just so happened to be speeding and got pulled over by the cops. thank the fucking lord, the cop didn't even notice the person in the back! he was plain as day but the cop just didn't even see him. it was so lucky, because who knows what we would've done if we were caught.

we arrived in montreal around 6:30/7pm and dropped off our belongings at "hotel eureka" which was more like a hostel thanks to the shared "douche" and "toilette." we threw our stuff down and left for radiohead, who was playing in parc jean-drapeau on ile. st. helene. it took us a good hour and a half or so to walk there (a 40 minute walk over the bridge alone) and ran threw the park literally to get there just in time to hear thom yorke's first word of the song 15 steps. a few words to sum up the show: rainy, muddy, fireworks (there was a fireworks competition in all the big cities across canada), loud french men, amazing music, marijuana, oh and did i mention an estimated 35000 people? yeah. it looked like some sort of music festival.

after the show we went to a sweet bar on saint laurent called korova. it reminded me of a mix between last temptation and the social. the people i was with happened to run into a few people they met in montreal when they went in may, including the dj. we ended up requesting some new order and david bowie. it was pretty empty, considering it was a wednesday night, but we shook our tailfeathers despite that.

thursday was our one full day in montreal and was more or less one giant mission. we walked the whole day. first to a restaurant called dustys for brunch, then along saint laurent for some vintage shopping, then to saint catherine to visit urban outfitters (haha), then to a statue which we defaced with electrical tape, and then to the base of what we like to call justice mountain thanks to the justice cross that graces the summit to meet our friends who were hammed at 6pm. being jealous, of course, we went back to the hotel and drank a few beers, ourselves, then met the rest of our crew at the best poutine place ever. that night we went to saphir which is a bar/club quite similar to the social, but in my opinion, better, because there are two floors and each play different music. we were on the second floor, which played electro. everyone was dancing sooo hard, it was one giant party. the dj's were so live and just pumping everyone up.

on our last day we had some tasty crepes for breakfast, then hopped in the car for a hungover ride back to the homeland. i wish we could've stayed longer.

relax, relapse, rehab, repeat.

time flies when you're having fun.

how true it is. the summer is nearly over. it's august and we're approaching the finish line; i'm not too sure what to make of that.

i currently have a minor case of strep throat - not to mention the severe exhaustion i'm experiencing from working all day and partying all night - so, i've been taking the past few days to relax. i'm on penicillin, drowning in lemon-honey water and watching movies, just taking it easy until i go to MTL on wednesday to relapse. i expect to party fucking hard as a motherfuck and did i mention i'm seeing radiohead? hellllzzz yeszzssss. it doesn't get much better than that. really. then i get back to home base that is TOR only to sleep and wake up at 4am to drive down to FLA - my rehab after MTL. this next week will be a bumpy ride. i can't wait.

on another note, i've been listening to she and him all day. i guess i was inclined to do so after watching zooey deschanel in almost famous last night. i haven't listened to much of them since the school year when i'd sleep at rachael's in her twin bed (cozy) and wake up to pancakes and she and him. i miss that so much.

listen to their cover of "bring it on home to me." love.