To all my homies...

(I was given the opportunity to design my own pumpkin one afternoon during lunch. Thanks for the orange pieces of paper RRCSA!)

ps. someone lost their pants at the 'zombie walk' last sunday. I'm keeping these safe until they're reuninited with their owner. hahah jk. no.

I'm Lazy

Laziness happens. See you in a couple days ;)

Three

Two photos of my new poorly arranged office, and one conversation.

To make a long story short, I moved all my furniture to one side of my apartment (away from the windows) so it would be warmer. Ironically enough, my bed is now closer to the window than before. My placee looks as though street people have left random furniture scattered on one half of the space.

Two

Two new ways of receiving a paperless boarding pass from Air Canada

(via MMS and email)

One

Dinner for one at "the office" (from The Fyxx)

Purim Costumes

I'm a little concerned over these halloween costumes:

(Grecian Adult Princess Costume)                       (Athena Adult Plus Costume)

From what I remmeber from Jewish school.. Purim has nothing to do with anything greek. Where Esther, Vashti, Haman, or King Achashvairosh?... or the ever-popular Hamantashen costume?

As a Jewish person, am I supposed to find this offensive?

I (heart) Twitter.

Twitter is over capacity - too many tweets!

(This picture vanquishes my anger and makes everything alright...)

DIM MAK

Working for DIM MAK RECORDS would be my ultimate dream job. The label was founded by Steve Aoki in 1996, and is based out of Los Angeles. Some of the artists/DJs under the label include: Armand Van Helden, AutoErotique, Diplo, Felix Cartal, Laidback Luke, MSTRKRFT, Pase Rock, Steve Aoki, and The Bloody Beetroots, and the late DJ AM.

In addition to the record label, DIM MAK's  got their own collection, and DIM MAK TV . The website's packed-full of great music videos, event posters, blogs, tour dates, and whatever else.

This is one of the newer vids that's been released... The Bloody Beetroots are so hardcore, but they're frickin' awesome. I saw them in LA last year at Hard Fest, and they just blew me away. I missed them when they were in Winnipeg in April (due to an IPP panel meeting at 8:15am the next day). To this day, I still regret not going to their show.


What would I want to do with DIM MAK? Besides the obvious communications-related-type work, I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. It's DIM MAK, that's all that matters.

Long Weekends in the Exchange

The Mondays of long weekends are my favourite days ever to be downtown. Everything is closed. It's beautiful and eerie at the same time. The area looks as though life just suddenly ceased to exist.

(corner of Albert St. & McDermot Ave.)

(Albert St. & Bannatyne Ave.)

I took the opportunity to take Boris for a quick walk around the neighbourhood. It was amazing. Aside from my car, there were maybe three other cars parked on the street. No pedestrians, no traffic, no birds, no life.

Just me and my Boris enjoying a brisk fall day.

teef

After all this time, my wisdom teeth have finally started to grow in on the right side of my mouth. Due to having braces for a year in my most crucial (first) year of high school, I don't need to get them pulled, so I have to let them grow in. I'm in agony, and for once, do not feel like talking.

Enjoy the silence (and my bad mood) while you can :|

Ou Est Le Swimming Pool?

Ou Est Le Swimming Pool's - Dance the Way I Feel is my most all-time favourite song right now, I get giddy every time I listen to it. Plus, these boys are kinda really cute...

(xoxoxoxo)

New Addition

Welcome to the apartment. I heart u.

I HATE WINTER

(1:30pm)

(11:00pm)

HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE COLD WEATHER/SNOW/WINTER/BEING WET/COLD FEET/COLD APARTMENT/SNOWY CAR/CLOSED WINDOWS/LACK OF SUN/ETC.

( I sent these pics to my friend Jon in Vancouver. He laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Then told me the windows to his condo were all open. And he wore a tshirt all day. He'll get his...)

Brrrrr...

The circut in my room will not. stop. breaking.

I dont know what to do. I woke up twice this morning, freezing because the fuse uncircuited itself,and I had to reset it.

I'm officially living in a cold hole that semi-resembles an apartment. This is my fuse box: I press the little white buttons to reset the power.

(this picture is upside down)

(bzzzzzzzzt)

Maybe if I stuck my finger in here, I would get a little bit warmer. Maybe. Just maybe. Or not.

All I want for Channukah is a warm warm apartment.
Sometimes I dance around my apartment to stay warm. With fall turning into winter, it will soon be too cold to dance.

Momma's House

Due to stuff I don't want to talk about, my mom is making me move back home for the next couple weeks. This is what I'm living with... DIY dinner. Blargh.

I drove to school today, and I hated it. I also have to get up earlier than usual. Bummer.

(Yum?)

Street Time

Lookie lookie what I found outside my buildling on Albert Street...

(*a gift given with no hope of profit or return in an imaginary gift.)

I really like the people who live in my building.

Also, I dressed nicely for school today (due to a lack of clean casual clothes), which means that I get to spend the rest of my evening taking my dog for a walk downtown dressed like a brown-haired Paris Hilton.

(Laur + Bor = BFFs)

pps. sorry for the dreadful state of my apartment. all work and no play (?) makes lauren a messy messy person.

Daydreams

Oh Boris, I think about you when I'm in class too...

(I think I need a boyfriend...)

The Shower

I'm not going to lie. I don't cook. I don't clean. I don't even remotely like it.

I can never remember not having a house cleaner. My momma and I are the exact same. We're busy with our lives, and after long days at the hospital/school. Do I want to clean? No. Do I want to cook? No.

I can most definitely tell you that in the four or so months that I have lived in this apartment, I have swept/mopped twice and have never cleaned the bathroom - up until now...

(made for girls like me)

(before)

(after)

(job well done).

I cleaned.

I laughed. I cried. I almost threw up twice.

I hope I never have to do it again.

If you like cleaning, call me.

I'll give you a case of beer.

PARTY!!!

Thursday, October 29

Republic Nightclub

Tickets are $10 in advance (at RRC Princess Campus 

& Connect Four Clothing 233 McDermot Ave.) 

$12 at the door

 

Check us out on Facebook!

Don't miss out on good prizes, good costumes, and good times.

Hot Hot Heat

After many freezing nights in the apartment, I finally had the time to buy this heater for my place. I'm so stoked on this. No more night of sleeping in half my clothes, hiding under the covers trying to stay warm.

 

(plz give me your two AAA batteries, so I can have heat control from my bed)

Where's his gear?

I have a really big crush on Tim (aka DJ Co-Op), and I'm really really :(:(:( that someone stole his DJ equipment. Help him out, go to his benefit, and make me :):):)

Friday, October 9 - 3rd Floor above Ragpickers

See you there!

Hello from RH

I'm writing from my momma's house today, as my apartment is unbearably cold. I'm sure I've mentioned that I have single-pane windows in my apartment, which means that it's as cold inside as it is outside, which means last night I slept in a hoodie, sweatpants, and socks (yes. socks.), under the covers. Brrrrrrrr.

Dog Walks

My brothers (Evan and Jordan) came by my place before we "broke the fast" for Yom Kippur (even though we never fast). We got coffee at The Fyxx and took Boris out for a quick walk before heading over to our great-aunt's place for dinner. Evan took this pic of Boris and I walking through a random alleyways that connects Arthur and Albert.

Albert St.

I was walking home from school last week, and came across a smell so awful I didn't know what to do but take a picture of this piece of sidewalk on Albert Street. This is somewhere between The Fyxx and Mondragon (a popular hangout for the local homeless people). I can't even begin to describe the smell... It was just bad.

(a walk to remember)

Practical Jokes

My brother Evan left this out on the counter for me today when I came home to my momma's house for the evening. Momma said he had this whole plan to leave this out on the counter and hide the dog as a joke. Unfortunately, he got bored of waiting for me to come home, and aborted his plan. I give him an A+ for the effort.

Earls

(hahaha this was my favourite work day of all time)

Hi Momma.

Hi Momma,
Just wanted to let you know that it's 3:30 am, and I'm finally home from a very long day 14 hour day at work. I was at home for a bit today, between doing cash and serving. I took a nap in your bed and it saved my life.
Send my love to Boris; I miss having him around my apartment, and I can't want to bring him back to his little Exchange apartment tomorrow afternoon.
xoxo Lauren

IPP Presentations

I made this.

Nightmare on Princess Street

Gina and I have been working hard on this...

Thursday, October 29, 2009 @9pm

Republic Nightclub 291 Bannatyne Ave.

DJ DOW JONES

Tickets: $10 in advance (at Connect Four Clothing 233 McDermot Ave)

$12 at the door.

Come support the Ad Majors of 2010 at Red River College, and help us get to Chicago!

Whiskey Dix

Whiskey Dix is off the hizzle right now (for some University of Manitoba social - or so I've been told). Unfortunately, I doubt the hot dog stand is out there tonight.

I've been having mini-dance parties during my study breaks, so life isn't all that bad. I dont know why people always ask me if the noise gets to me. If they're playing loud music, then I'm going to dance, dance, dance. What else is there to do?

Yawn, Bon Soir.

Ps. Shots (LMFAO) is currently being mixed with Hit Me With Your Best Shot. Barf.

This is why I love the Exchange.

(please ring bell for free gift of coffee (via tube from the 4th floor))

Little things like this make me so so so happy that I live downtown.

BFFs

(Slow Boris Loves Getting Cuddled)

I took these pics of Boris today. He's my ittle bittle baby boy, and the best companion I could ever ask for.

Garbage Day at The Bate.

Wednesdays are my favourite day of the week for only one very good reason: Garbage Day. It's the day when I can rid my apartment of a weeks worth of garbage, and leave it where it belongs - on the sidewalk near a parking meter on Albert.

FACT: Glad ForceFlex bags are full of lies and empty promises. They neither protect your floor from old oysters nor do they hide the smell.

Clothes Clothes Clothes Clothes Clothes Clothes

Sooo I got home from school late last night, and stumbled across this interesting sight:

The mannequins from the long-time abandonned Commonwealth Blend are long gone, and the windows are all papered up. I asked Mike (who owns Unfold Apparel and Connect Four) and he said something about a new Canadian designer (?) is moving in there. Clothes!!!

(Boris is lookin' good as usual, and out to impress the ladies)

Appliance Alleyway.

To make a long story short, the one outlet I have in my "kitchen" constantly breaks, and I hate having to reset it.

The next available outlet is on the floor next to my bathroom, which is now my cooking space. Yesssssssssssss.

(if this doesn't impress the boys... I dont know what will)

edit: I microwaved myself some delicious frozen macaroni last night.

Comeback Kid.

Super-secret show was tonight at Venue 13 aka The Spot Above Ragpickers. I ran into a few friends outside the show who filled me, and unfortunately I couldn't make it down, as I needed to eat my Pita Pit and take a serious nap for a couple hours.

I could hear the entire show from my apartment, and while I'm not into hardcore punk at all, I can respect these guys because they have such a dedicated following. It was really cool to see people out in the Exchange for once, so good for them for picking an excellent venue.

http://www.myspace.com/comebackkid


PS. Thanks to all the hotties who were milling around outside my apartment - you were excellent eye candy.

Concerned Children's Advertisers

I've always had an obsession with the Concerned Children's Advertisers (CCA). It hasn't been with the organization themselves, but with their television ads. They're absolutely brilliant. At lunch today, Cindy (my cousin) and I were talking about how everytime we hear the song He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother by The Hollies, that CCA PSA comes to mind.



I was looking through the CCA's website this evening, and found all the PSAs that they've put out. To my surprise, the CCA doesn't do their own commercials, they've used various Canadian advertising agencies such as Cossette Communication, Leo Burnett Company Ltd., Round Table Advertising, and Publicis.

Either way, they're great. I never realized how much of an impact these PSAs had on me until now. As I watched each one, it brought me back to when I was a kid, sitting a foot away from the television watching Sesame Street. I'm still fascinated by every new PSA that is on television, and I'm secretly hoping that one day I can be on the creative team that creates a new PSA for Concerned Children's Advertisers.

Here's the address to the rest of the PSAs: http://www.cca-kids.ca/psas/index.html

Family Lunches.

Her: What are you planning on doing after you graduate? Television?
Susan: Are you going to be a TV reporter, like on Global?
Me: No. I hate being in front of the camera. I get awkward and feel uncomfortable.
Susan: You'd be great on camera. Why don't you want to be on camera?
Me: I just don't like it. We had to do a couple Journalism bits infront of the camera last year, and I couldn't remember what I was supposed to say.
Her: Well I can tell you'd be a great reporter. You're a good talker, and you've got the look. I used to be in Journalism. You could do it easily, there's way more money in it too. And you'd be able to travel all over the world.
Cindy: Yeah you should do it. You'd be good on camera.
Me: I like writing advertisements.

Her: So what are you going to do in advertising then?
Me: I want to do copywriting for radio, or work at an advertising agency.
Her: What's your plan b?
Me: Um... I'm just planning on putting in my time and moving up the ranks.
Her: Well I wouldn't count on it. By the time you're 30, they'll eat you up and spit you out and find someone better to replace you. Trust me, I know. I used to work at an advertising agency in Edmonton. The only people who stay on past 30 are all alcoholics or druggies.
Me: Oh.
Her: Trust me. You don't want to end up like that. You're not going to go anywhere unless you do something with Journalism. Have you considered web reporting? I really think you should be on TV.

This is the conversation I had with my cousin Cindy's aunt Susan's cousin (whose name I do not know).
She: a) only uses her phone for talking b)only uses her mac for emailing c)only checks her email once a week d)referred to Twitter as "a useless waste of bandwidth."

Rosh Hashanah lunch was a lovely one. Tonight I'm going to party like it's 5669.

Wireless, or lack of.

My internet really sucks. I've been using someone else's connection (I'm not saying who for fear of it becoming security-enabled), however it's been kind of sucky all night and I think I'm losing my patience. I can't upload photos onto my blog right now, which makes me sad sad sad.

If you know the passwords to these connections, help a sister out:

• usp
• OLDMARKETAUTONOMOUSZONE1
• OLDMARKETAUTONOMOUSZONE2
• impactvisitor
• enigma
• impact
• Unnamed Network
• TERNEN
• wskydix
• CWB

Ho-hum, I can't wait until the day that I will able to get cable/tv/my own wireless connection for my apartment. Until then...

Winnipeg Harvest

So, I'm quite pleased to say that my IPP has pretty much started today! I posted my first two posts on the new Winnipeg Harvest Blog.

Winnipeg Harvest was my charity of choice for a number of reasons, aside from being a charity I strongly believe in, I have been volunteering there on and off for my whole life. My synagogue would organize volunteer nights there, and my parents and I would go along with 20 or so people to help sort food, during high school I volunteered there for extra-credit, and when I was 16, I won the Winnipeg Harvest “Kids Who Care” Award, which honours Winnipeg youth who have made a generous donation of their time.
So so so sooooo I'm really hoping you'll all check it out, and let me know what you think of the blog so far. I'd love to hear what you have to say, and what you think I can do to make it better. Also, if you have any information, or story ideas, or anything else that's stuitable for the blog, please let me know :)

http://www.winnipegharvestblog.blogspot.com/

Kitchen Turntables.

HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! ARE THESE FOR REAL?!??! Me cooking. Yeah right...

Shower

I'm scared.

1) What is this?
2) What do I do to get rid of it?

** This is post-shower, so ignore my hair **

I'm pretty sure the boy who lived here before me never cleaned this shower. I've cleaned it once, when I kind of threw my now-thrown out mop at it. I really, really, really miss my housecleaner.

I'M BACK

Hahahaha so I'm back now!!!
I got super lazy over the past month or so, so I apologize about that. I think I spent more time this summer at my mom's house than at my place, so I didn't really have anything to write about.

I now have reasons to write:
#1 I have no choice but to spend all my time here due to school/homework
#2 We have to keep a blog for the year for Ad class, and I'd rather write this than start all over again

So there you go!

I Thought I Was Going To Die Tonight...

I'll keep this short and sweet:

I had my first legit scare since moving downtown. I came home from work around 11pm and parked my car on McDermot, right outside the Mayberry art store. As I was crossing the street to get to my apartment, 4 area youth were walking down the street. Two guys and two girls. The two guys started calling out to me and trying to talk to me, which was really awkward, so I walked down the sidewalk, with them giving them one word answers as I was getting my keys ready to get into my place. I guess the real moment of truth came to me, when I got to my door. I kept on thinking, what next? are they going to leave me alone? or are they going to follow me up to my apartment? what would I do?

They kept on walking as soon as I got to the front door, but still... Who knows what would have happened I guess? That's pretty much the reason that I never go outside my building after dark, except to get to my car. The Exchange brings in some pretty shady night characters.

Tuesday.

It's Tuesday night.
This means:
1) Whiskey Dix Patio
2) The Hot Dog Cart outside of Dix
3) It took me the usual 25 mins of looking for a parking spot.

I gave my hot dog money (which was my dinner money, btw) to a middle-aged man on the street. He was an honest-looking man, who said, "It can't hurt to ask, I'm not looking for a cup of coffee, or gas money, and my mother isn't sick or dying in the hospital... I've only got a dollar on me, and I need another $1.95 so I can grab a king-can." I like him.

The downside is that I'm really hungry and don't have any change left, and also I'm not in the mood to break a $20 bill on a hot dog. The upside is that I saw some guy turn off Main onto McDermot (ie: driving the wrong way down the street), to get into the parking lot next to my building. The police saw this, and followed with flashing lights.

Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Boris & I Go For A Walk.

I left Boris at home all day, while I worked a seven-hour shift, so I promised him a long river-walk upon my return home...

(walking down main st.)
(one of 500 uneaten hot dogs)

(homeless person hotel)

(our dock on the river)

(hot dogs?)

(blood)

Boris and I had a great walk down to the river. Waterfront is a great area, and Boris loves a good romp through the wooded areas. Plus, there's always some interesting shit going on downtown...