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 :):):)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
I moved to Winnipeg's Exchange District at the beginning of June 2009, and for the next year, until May 2010 - when my lease expires - I plan to write about my life here at the Bate.
The purpose of this blog is simple: I'd like to share my experiences of living in the heart of Winnipeg. The Exchange is tiny, but it's packed with festivals, nightclubs, restaurants, clothing stores, and eclectic people.
We'll see how everything works out over the next year.