Having Zombies over for Tea

Hello world!
The Blonde One here again! Let's have a quick re-cap of this weeks events.
Monday:
-went to 299
-made lots of tea to get over cold
-self medicated with a low dose of Ganja (also to get over cold)
-can't remember what else we did

Tuesday:
-woke up and looked outside
-saw snow; went back to bed
-woke up for a second time; still snowing outside.
-self medicated...myself. and Dee, im her doctor too.
-made tea and popcorn
-watched Rudolph
-ran out of tea (worst part of the day)
 -ran out of weed (even worse than the worst part of the day)
 -invited over CJ, who had weed
-CJ became our new doctor, and medicated us all with a high dosage of herb
-watched Shawn of the Dead
-went to Salman's; slept.

Wednesday:
-woke up to wake up Salman so that he could go study
-woke up again after we both fell asleep
(repeat this action for multiple hours)
-actually woke up
-went to 299
-found someone with more 'medicine'
-bought actual medicine and tea
-made tea
-Zack showed up and threw a bottle of Dr.Pepper onto our balcony to try and get our attention. The doors were locked, we didn't hear him, and he didn't have his cellphone.
- figured out that Zack showed up and left when we didn't hear him...sorry Zack
-watched Dawn of the Dead
-slept

Thursday: -woke up
               -self medicated
               -showered
               -Zack showed up
               -Jamaican Hotboxed the bathroom
               -went back to Brampton for work

Today: So far today is the most productive day; I had a doctor's appointment at 1:30pm, I waited to get in for about 10 minutes. Dr.Dhillon took about 20 seconds to check me out and tell me that I just have a cold and not to worry, it will go away. Thanx Doc! so very thorough of you....
    Watched several episodes of various sci-fi shows that i watch (don't hate), and drank plenty-o-tea! I have work soon, and am trying to come up with things that I can announce on the PA system at work that are funny but that won't get me fired.
   
      What I learned this week: Best friends will always be your best friends, even if they become zombies. Also, when the three people in this blog are sick at the same time in the same room, it doesn't matter how much weed we have, things are thrown (usually in my general direction), names are called, and noise levels rise even more. And I learned that in very early drafts for Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark, our beloved Indie carried brass knuckles instead of his famed bullwhip.
  

Golden Brown

  Ahoy!  The Blonde One here! (Lara...not Emily, cuz she recently dyed her hair red).
  You may be wondering what I am doing up at 1:20pm, yes, it is early for me to be awake (i like my sleep people...dont hate!), but i have work at 2:30. BLECK! Working in retail during the christmas season is like living through an A-Bomb; there is unparalleled mess and people frantically running around tripping over bodies.
   On top of the fact that i have work, last night i seem to have been invaded by the flu bug....that sneaky bastard. So, i feel like shit, i dont have a ride to work, and i get to deal with chickens that have their head's cut off. Fabulous. Need a song to perk up your shitty mood? i suggest Golden Brown by The Stranglers, it's what i listen to in times of stress.
    We'll moss later, but now, im off to work!
         

It's a Small World

Lara here! 
Even though the title may suggest that I had a crazy drunk night last night, you are mistaken. Last night I had a mere shot of rum (which I chased with some mixed drink of mystery), and copious amounts of grass as per usual on these types of nights. 
  Where were we you might ask? Well, after meeting up with a semi-drunk Zack at the bus terminal in Brampton, we made our way to the top floor of 299. We pre-burned before we made the long and perilous mission to the Ginger Bread House (the house that belongs to two of our foxy female ginger friends). The party there was alright; I saw some people that I hadn't seen in a while, Ass House plus a few others pulled their balls out as usual but Strachen got creative and wrapped Amanda's Christmas lights around his unusually large testicles, and it was an easy and convenient place to find the piff that we had been looking to acquire.
   After some intense dancing (dubstep being the genre of the night), Zack, Michelle, Dee, and myself decided to leave. We were accompanied on our walk by Molly Pocket, who is just as adorable as she sounds, but don't fuck with her, she has her black belt.  While walking through rapist park, Molly invited us back to her place to chill with her while she plays ukulele for us. For Zack, Michelle and I, that sounded like a pretty chill idea, so we accepted her invitation while Dee went home to sleep. On the way to Molly's we randomly bumped in to two people that were unfamiliar to us. We soon realized that the guy (Luke), plays on mine and Michelle's hockey team. So, we invited them in for ukulele and a session. The female (who's name i forget), is in her third year of the visual art program at York, and Michelle and I are in our third year of the same program. The York Village is a small world after all.
    Molly is amazing at ukulele even though she has only been playing for 3 months, and needless to say, we were all singing along to Hey Jude ukulele cover! We left after an hour of chillage, and stumbled through the cold back to 299, where we prodded awake a sleeping Dee to burn a spliff before bed. Very successful night.
    I woke up this morning to Zack making Special brownies, BEST BREAKFAST EVER!

Dee's Grand Perspective

Dear all of you delicious friends and strangers, Dee Wilson here of the top floor elite. Coming to you proud and loud from 299. You may be asking yourself, why did a lovely girl like Dee Wilson end up in a shit show such as this magical blog? I will answer this for you, I moved to Toronto. After a year of visiting this house at 299 to visit* correction, party hard with*  a high school chum, I got to know 299 in all of its glory. The sounds at two am of Michelle drunkenly cooking some sort of vegetarian creation, Lara walking around always topless with a cup of overly flavored tea in her hand asking me for a cigarette, Emily needing to paint everything teal and call everything sexy and the fact that our house although large and pretty had the structural integrity of a model home. Seriously I feel like I am living in the model home from Arrested Development.  Anyways, really i moved out immediately after completing my last year of high school which may have taken me about two extra years due to my delay. When I finally graduated school depending on my advanced life experience, my diploma was guided to my hands thanks to one man who understood, Mr.Cockburn. At first a joke and eventually my hero for really believing in me beyond my own senses. As i finally began to see some luck in life, a bit more sprang up. Emily Enns extended her connections to me leading me to York and into a few solid friendships i would keep for a long long while. Some of these bitches i be spending most of my time with. Lara Lee Crawford most of all, i feel like i finally have a true com padre i can relate with on a lady level. Before I had a lot of relate able male loves such as S.A.L Corey & Nick but it is lovely to have a lady friend with similar opinions an enjoyments honestly this is beautifully new to me. So really I was brought here to 299 and dropped off to realize the world in my own way, to appreciate and dislike it for all of its wondrous dangers. Which brings me to today, a 20 yr old girl being supported by welfare, living an insignificant existence here in Toronto with everyone else who ever wanted to make it. Luckily enough I have my co writers, Emily Enns, the one who gave me a chance, and Lara Lee, the girl who took me for exactly what I am. Take us for what we are but don't you dare sell us short.

Sign Drunkenly, Diana Marie Wilson of 299, Top Floor Elite. Solid Love <3

Getting to know the real slim shady.

  Welcome to our blog! The creators of this blog include myself (Lara Lee), Emily, and Dee Bon Qui Qui. We live in the top floor of a shitty house in the York Village, well, technically I don't live here...but I stay here 5 days a week, and work in Brampton the other two. We decided to start a blog to commemorate and share the ridiculous shit that we do in each others presence.
   I met Emily in my first year at York because we lived on the same floor of Founders residence, which is the best residence ever for the record. It was hard not to meet this blonde bombshell; Emily does not believe in an indoor voice and does not give a shit what you think about her.
   I met Dee in the second year at York when Emily invited her to one of our house parties here at 299 (when i was actually paying rent to live here). When I first met Dee, I knew instantly that we would be friends. She was so easy going, she would talk to anyone and she was always cracking jokes. Dee moved in to 299 during the summer, and I came from Brampton practically everyday to keep her bored ass entertained. Emily moved back to 299 at the beginning of this semester along with Michelle (to be introduced to blog), and the shenanigans began.
  What do Emily and Dee think of me? Well, they have essentially labeled me as the skank in the group, so don't be too concerned if you see them use words such as "whore", "slut" and "hooker" in reference to me. I will inform you now that I am not actually any of those things, no matter what they may tell you.
   Even though we haven't been together for a very long period of time yet, we already have hundreds of entertaining stories, most of which contain drugs, nudity, and coarse language; reader discretion is advised.