(WELL ACTUALLY It isn't, but I increasingly fail to believe people care about my day-to-day, and only write about things of consequence now.)
((WAIT, doesn't that break the rules of the title of this blog?)
1. I've written before how I enjoy partaking in the Edmonton rave scene. I've been partaking for quite some time now, give or take 3 years, so I'm aware of the process and how things go. The thing that really gets me is when people try to give me advice on how to act, dress, get ready for, wait in line for, etc. I stopped going to raves around the time everyone started going it seems, so now I guess people figure I'm some scared girl new this is all, who needs guidance.
I don't.
That makes me sound like a pretentious bitch, but according to recent polling, I am one!
(KIDDING, do I look like I have time to poll people about that crap? PUH-LEEEEASE.)
For the last year I've been on that "I'm too cool for raves anymore" tip, but apparently its all an act because I end up dishing the cash out to go to these things the day of. Its an expensive habit.
Point being: I finally up and went to a Tiesto show, something I vowed I would never do due to Tiesto's questionable original material, and how every TECHNO LOVIN' kid in the city knows who Tiesto is.
Though I had quite a decent time, aside from the floor covered in spilled water and beer.
Cassie and I kept a tally of the amount of times we were hit on. Larissa: 8, Cassie: 6.
In hindsight, most of my comments were about my nose ring, and most of Cassie's were on her lime green leggings. Is this what men want? I better hit up American Apparel. CASSIE, YOU GO GET A BULL RING THROUGH YOUR NOSE.
Objections, men?
SAVE 'EM, I'VE DONE MY RESEARCH.
In hindsight though, my shirt was low and Cassie is just super cute. (Hi Cassie.)
2. I finally lost my no-speeding-ticket virginity.
It was not enjoyable and I was left feeling a little ashamed.
This was bound to happen, though.
I think I angered Mistress Karma for talking about my lack of tickets too often.
I'm damn good at knowing when and how much to speed, and I keep a good eye out for cops. My brain is its own radar detector, hoes!
(Just kidding, readers, you are not hoes.)
So what got me?
A damn photo-radar camera at an intersection in Fort Saskatchewan.
FORT SASKACHEWAN? WHO EVEN GOES THERE.
ME. Apparently. AND I AM NEVER GOING BACK. >:(
Angry face and all.
I don't even know how fast I was going.
LOOK OKAY if I knew the speed limit was 50 maybe I wouldn't have been going 80, it was a highway! A ... residential highway? IT DOESN'T MATTER.
Unimpressed.
3. Here is a picture of a child dressed as Hitler, in a completely disrespectful-of-the-recent-remembrance-day sort of way, but I was meaning to post it earlier, honestly:
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