eBay

I'm totally obsessed with eBay, and it's all my boyfriend's fault. I think it's such a convenient way to buy cool things that you can't really find in stores. There's lots of cool used stuff too. When I first started using eBay, I used money orders. And let me tell you, I didn't receive the majority of my items. Now I have Paypal and it's honestly so much better. 

Regardless, I've gotten some of my favorite possessions off eBay. From an autographed picture of Courtney Love, to a fiend skull belly ring. I just finished buying a really cool, one-of-a-kind  cigarette case, and I'll definitely post a pic of it.

LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!!

Ok, I'm about to pull a Chris Crocker or whatever that he-she's name is, but seriously I want people to leave Britney alone!

After watching her documentary last night, I almost cried for her. Of course, there's no way to really tell, but she seems like a really sweet girl. I don't think she went "crazy". Haven't you ever had your bad moments?

Also, everyone's saying this is her "comeback"... I think that's pretty accurate. I haven't liked her music since I was nine years old, and after hearing Circus for the first time, I can't stop playing it. Every single song is catchy. And, I don't know, I'm pretty happy for her. I don't like seeing people sad, or ridiculed, whether I know them or not. Whether I like them or not. So the bottom line is, I'm happy for Britney :)

elegant?

when i was a kid i used to watch Grease every day.  when it would get to the "beauty school drop-out" part, i would feel pity and hatred for Frenchie. first of all, who would go to a lame excuse for a school such as beauty school.. and second, why would you drop out?

well, right now i'm sitting at my computer eating a cheeseburger, drinking wine and googling every beauty school in Montreal. cosmetology has just become what i want to do, what i am all about.

i guess you really shouldn't judge a person's iq based upon how vain they are.

home school

i am bored out of my skull most week-days, because i'm doing something called home study. which is, essentially, home-schooling minus a teacher. which, to me, means it's harder. being able to sleep until 2, eat lucky charms while teaching myself math and watch television ALL DAY LONG are things that were fun at the very beginning and have now become the devil. i can't concentrate in a house full of beautiful, potential distractions... come exam time, i'll probably do miserably. which is why i've come to the conclusion that i'm going to have to become one of those people i've always made fun of: a Starbucks student.

elections

now that i'm 18 i have the right to vote... and on october 14th, i fully intend on exercising that right. i've never cared about voting and that's mostly because i didn't understand anything about it. and i still kind of don't, but now i know it's important. and after hours of googling every party and candidate i think i know who i'm voting for. and you should vote too... it won't kill you to take 10 minutes out of your day to do that. so fuckin do it unless you want my shoe up your ass (this is directed to people i know lol)

the politics of language

i refuse to change. for anyone. i'm sure everyone on this earth feels that way ....if not, you're a pushover and you should be shot :] i'm really disliking the current (and long-standing) situation in Montreal, which is: English vs French. this is a war that was fabricated a long time ago and still runs strong today. and i absolutely despise it. i am an english-speaking resident of Montreal. yeah, i speak french. if i didn't, how could i survive? it is simply my choice to be an anglophone and i don't see what's wrong with that. it's my life, my personality, MY choice. so this whole, pro-French, anti-English, let's-try-to-make-Quebec-it's-own-country thing is retarded. yeah, Quebec's a french province, but montreal is a BILINGUAL city. it's been said many times, by the same hypocritical people who are now angry at the increasing english population. i say, get over it. we're here to stay. we don't mock you, question you, make fun of you, make you feel unwelcome. so get a fucking life, all you pig-headed Montrealers.

define me

1. Ellie

noun: what you've done if you take a bunch of psyhchedelic drugs when you were already way too creative for your own good.

2. Ellie
noun: A silly teenage girl with surprisingly milky white skin


[taken from UrbanDictionary.com]

misfits can suck my dick

For the sake of our loyalty and dedication to all our fiends, the Misfits have chosen to withdraw from the lineup of Volcom’s 2008 tour. The Misfits have always held an incredibly high standard of performance and quality in everything we do. Our fans expect this and deserve it. I will not compromise their expectations for any amount of money, prestige or fame. I apologize for the inconvenience and will reschedule performances wherever possible throughout our upcoming tour this Oct.

- Jerry Only

Ok, seriously? Really? That's it..... ? You cancelled a tour to be "loyal" to your fans? That makes no fucking sense at all. I already thought Jerry Only sucked, but now he has proved me wrong. He does not suck. He deep-throats and swallows. What kind of a bullshit excuse is that, anyway. I have my ticket, which I now have to go and get a refund for.. and I was extremely excited.... for this? Misfits are notorious for cancelling their dates though. So fuck it, never again and I mean it. I checked the dates for their Oct. tour and guess what, they're coming back to Quebec.... just not Montreal. They're going to fucking boonie-land St-Hyacinthe (if I get any comments from people in St-Hy for this remark, I'm going to scream. You know it sucks over there.), but not Montreal. I feel ripped off, saddened and extremely cheated by what I call my favorite band. They were only good when Glenn Danzig was around, and they should have never even tried to go on without him.

HEAVY MTL, 08

June 21st, 2008. Iron Maiden. Parc Jean-Drapeau, Montreal. Of course, that was going to be one of the biggest highlights of my life. Just turned 18 in May, I could legally buy drinks at a show (hey, I did it anyway when I was younger... it just felt better to actually be allowed lol). So me and Steph basically crossed our fingers that we could get last minute tickets. And we did. We shelled out $85 for those motherfuckin' brits and guess what? She lost her ticket 5 minutes later. So we're basically there, these two tiny girls in a sea of buff biker men, almost crawling around in parc Jean-Drapeau searching for her ticket, no luck. We went back to the box office to see if a couple tears and a sob story about being robbed by a giant metalhead would work to getting her a ticket... and it did. So we were in. We met these pretty chill guys somehow, sitting in the woodsy area with all the trees. We kind of neglected all 9 opening acts, stayed near the trees and smoked doobies with the guys. Then Dethklok came on and we were all for it, since Maiden was next. So we pushed our way into the crowd. And that's when all hell literally broke loose. When Maiden came on, they opened with "Aces High" and everyone went nuts. Suddenly, a lot more people were rushing into the crowd, and Steph and I got trampled, crowd sufed and brought to the ambulance tent because I'm kind of claustrophobic and I couldn't breathe properly. It was kind of funny because the ambulance dude was kind of freaking out, trying to help me breathe. But the minute they started playing "The Number of the Beast", me and Steph grabbed each other and ran back to the show and managed to get to first row. We enjoyed "The Trooper", "Powerslave", "Run to the Hills", "Revelations", "Hallowed Be Thy Name", "The Clairvoyant" (WITH EDDIE), and of course the much anticipated (for me at least) "Fear of the Dark". Check it out.

love

Montreal

i hate you and love you all at once
i take you in and my eyes grow tired
busy rushing masses, rude teenagers
retarded bikers and reckless drivers

what is this, New York?

embarassment

i feel like a spider crushed on the wall. insides exposed, bare bones for all to see. what's inside of me. the intricacy of my heart and veins. entwined and confused, embarassed and dazed. tears, i cannot help, come down my face. i want them to go without a trace. so i try to look away. run away within my mind. but piece of mind is hard to find when your mind is racing.