hilariousity that i thought i would share...

While walking down Yonge Street with my sister Nina, we came across a hilarious tag line.

We were on our way to purchase a camera with my dad and found ourselves looking at the sign for the Zanzabar strip club.
The sign read... " 'Tis the season to meet Molly".
Needless to say that was the line of the week.
Happy Holidays

8-1

Canada: 8
Czech Republic: 1

That is all.

Happy Christmas H3!

This may be too terrible to post...

I went to church.

The raging atheist went to Church.

If you're against shameless irreverence, please stop reading here. By continuing to read past this point, you agree not to complain about what a bad person I am.

I sat beside my little brother, who delighted in picking apart the words of the lord as much as I did. I complained about classism during the priest's chat with the kids sitting in front of the altar: "Mary and Joseph didn't have much money, so they were... what?" "Poor, that's right."

I also have a policy of flirting with someone every time I go to church. Ideally, I'd sit with my friend Matt, and we'd enjoy our sexy sacrilege together, but he wasn't there, so I had to settle for chatting up a grade 12 girl from my highschool, rather disappointing. Luckily, that wasn't actually all of my flirting, but I'll get to that later.

My best decision of the entire evening was to bring some technology with me, namely an iPod and cell phone. The iPod was the real life saver during such creepy moments as the apostle's creed. Ironically, I had actually been listening to christian gangster rap all day. Although I do probably know half the Christmas mass by heart, I wasn't so rude as to keep my headphones the entire time. They were just for emergencies. People praying make me really uncomfortable.

The cell phone, however, was mainly just to satisfy my atheist urges in ways that muttering blasphemous comments into my brother's ear could not.
Here are the text messages that ensued, starting with one to a friend inside the church.

To: Hilary Duff Cell
"Church is not a good place for me. All I can see in that adorable choir of children are innocent souls being ensnared, pure minds, corrupted.
We later decided to sit together next year.

The next recipient was not present.
Outgoing:
"I do not belong in Church. *twitch* must... flirt..."
Incoming:
"You're a terrible person. Is that our lord's flesh in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me."
Outgoing:
"Have you felt the lord within you?"
Incoming:
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. So many sins..."
Outgoing:
"Then kneel before me...."
Incoming:
"I think I lost my rosary somewhere in the pews. Will you help me look?"
Outgoing:
"I think I saw it in the confessional."

I'm trying to figure out if i should even go next year, but I feel like it's an integral part of actually celebrating Christmas, paying homage to its roots, rather than just paying for merchandise.

ayo

im sittin in front da fire, for real

You know what's nice?

Bathtubs. And food that does not follow a rigorous schedule.

Have an awesome holiday, y'all!

'tis the season to be jolly

you shall be missed during the winter vacation from school. we must all become consumed by the commercial signs on each shop stating "Sale", and the snow, snow, lots of snow. santa claus is coming to town, don't cha know?
enjoy your time with the family and friends of home....and copious amounts of wine (white, red or sparkling)
love love love

love from CALGARY!!!!!

DEAR H3
I MISS YOU ALL.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
LOVE, ERICA.

joe and giselle just tried to peer pressure me into smoking weed with them.  i thought you should all know.  they tried to make me smoke, illegally, in our common room.  i felt violated and mostly hurt by their betrayal of my trust

because i'm sick of ash ketcham

and because this is a good photo. it's the george washington bridge

Gotta Catch 'Em All!

No, not actually. We'll probably be playing first to get all eight badges. Who's in! Pokemon challenges are awesome. Any suggestions on rules, game selection, etc? Right now, the general consensus appears to leaning toward Red or Blue, possibly Yellow. Gameboys are more fun, but emulation might be allowed? Inputz plz. Also, don't forget about the Baby Photo game. Everyone's going to bring a baby photo from home, and we're going to post/number them and play the guessing game. Woo, I'll blog about that as we get closer to the new year. The starting time for both these events is next semester, by the way.

...

Not seeing any new blog posts in almost three days makes me sad.

Laser etched leaves

Wicked, right?

Also, kudos to Joe for figuring out how insert hyperlinks. Kekeke.

H3 Yes!

For those of you who want to know more....

So if your not easily creeped out, read this article (its about the guy who's been watching girls sleep at U of western ON)..

http://www.londontopic.ca/article.php?artid=11849

So in case you're not already mopey from finals looming overhead like the vulture of death:

This story should do it. Small children, ponies, heartbreak. Enough to make you forget the whole finals thing and drink away the injustices of the world with copious amounts of boxed wine...

just kidding, don't do that.

There is no word to describe Ann Coulter's perfection. So I'm forced to make one up; and I'm going to do so right now: scrumtrelescent. She is a blinding, brilliant light from heaven.

For those of you who haven't been exposed to her yet, please indulge yourself
http://www.mahalo.com/Ann_Coulter_Quotes

because joe is signed in on my computer, i think this will come out under his little "nom de plume" (that's french for those of you who aren't familiar).

have a great weekend H3, and for those of you who care, Happy Thanksgiving.

i am assuming i will be greatly missed, and before you get all teary-eyed, just remember that i will be back sunday afternoon and that you shouldn't get too worried.  

peace

And finally...

H3 becomes legal with it's final member's coming of age.

HBD, yo.

I lied

This is more exciting.

Douchebaggery

Because I can't stand the sight of raw meat, and this made me laugh.

personally, i am officially offended by max's post, as is mr. bennet.  we will expect a formal apology from maxime within the next 24 hours or, i will challenge him to a duel.  good day

I saw this..

and I lulled.
Also, John is dead to me.

Wow H3, it has been some time.  I feel the blog is losing a bit of its luster, and that is OK, but I am just trying to show that I know the blog is still an important mode of communication.  With that in mind, I will say firstly that Dim Sum sounds like a pretty good idea, we should just figure out a time to go and everyone should be prepared for the fact that it will eventually fall through.  Secondly, I think anyone who wants to should come to see James Bond on Tuesday night because it will be only $5 and all the cool kids are doing.  Thirdly (finally and most importantly), I feel some good H3 controversy would do well do get the blog back in action (Keep in mind, the following statements are purely intended to generate controversy and may or may not be representative of the way I actually feel).

So:

Fuck you Remi, you are a punk-ass biotch!  What now?  Leon and Maxime are also assholes (cuz they r engaged on facebook).

Again, I really apologize.  Hoping this finds you well.  Peace

Dim Sum for realsies this time

OK so this is what i'm going to do:
Not set a date/time.. instead just state that next weekend i would be available to show you guys an amazing dim sum restaurant which is also CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP ( When I went with my Fam... 7 people ate for 90 bucks!! - and we stuffed ourselves to the point of feeling nauseated!)
So yes, please express your interest in this culturally inexpensive endeavor by way of comment.
And let me know when you want to go.
You can also look up the restaurant itself, it is called : Lotte Furama ( on Clark near St. Laurent)

Oh Joe...

Quote of the day: "Yeah, my knees have always been really like....bendy" -Joseph Dechery 2008

(I was rofl-ing) 

this is pretty great

also, i'm revamping the blog colorz a bit if no one minds.

Also;

PUPPIES. Live ones!

http://cdn1.ustream.tv/swf/4/viewer.45.swf?cid=317016

New Pixar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvt9H01wFQY

Even though I hate Disney...

ahem

since nothing has been posted today - or technically yesterday - i decided now was as good a time as any to announce a little suhn'in suhn'in. 

i recently received this email from my parents:

"Hi Leo Bear,

.....for Thanksgiving, Dad and I are thinking we'd come up for Friday night and take you out to dinner. If there's a friend you'd like to bring, let us know. 

sending Love (and sharing election excitement)

Mom"

i left out all the unimportant stuff. the point is, i know you all want to come out to dinner with my parents and me so i've decided to hold auditions. each of you will have the opportunity to come to a meal of your choosing with me (at the caf). you will be judged on the following: one, utensil grip and placement; two, conversation; three, dress; and four, ability to convince my parents that they should either, a. let me legally marry max, or b. pay for me to go to martinique directly following exams this spring. 

this was entirely pointless. but if you'd like to go out to dinner with me i owuld be happy to judge you on those things.

all the best,

your friend,

l.

word of the daaaay

November 4th, 2008

epicure \EP-ih-kyur\, noun:

1. a person who enjoys eating and drinking and who is very particular in choosing fine foods and beverages; gourmet
2. a person who is fond of luxury and pleasure

Example:

Barack Obama is an epicure.

Dear H3

Remi pointed out to me yesterday that on one of our first days in h3 I was invited to go to carlos and pepe's and I said "OK i'm coming I'll be right back" and half an hour later i was just chillin on the bench and i said "no its cool you guys can go on without me"

Now I feel like a complete douche and i want to formally apologise to anyone I let down that night. I must have been completely drunk/stoned and I didn't know what I was doing and I am sorry, I would never conciously do that.

So again I am sorry. Please forgive me h3?

H3 Goes To Dim Sum

Next weekend. Sunday Morning at 11:30. Whomever desires to tempt their taste buds and partake in a cultural experience can meet in the hall and walk down to China Town.

Upper A

The bastards from Upper A have returned. I saw them come up last night (friday) around midnight, but it looked like they just wanted to use the toilets. They didn't go in the showers, so I thought "hmmm, they're trying to show that they aren't the sons of whores we think they are." Later Akshay found these disgusting brown balls of phlegm all over the toilet seat. I'm sure they wanted someone to sit on it at night hoping they wouldnt bother to turn on the lights and have chocolatey phlegm all over their ass. It was kind of a retarded prank coz no one would have fell for it but IT FECKING PISSES ME OFF! goooosfraba.

The point is it was totally uncalled for - we did nothing to get them back the first time yet they still come back to piss us off - and its time for REVENGE.

Read the frikin blog, comment, and give us some ideas on how the hay we should get them back. We can't just keep turning the other cheek.

No John, I am not baking them a cake.

Parle Francais?

Oui!

Every Wednesday, H3 shall attempt to speak the language of love... and of Quebec. 

We need to learn it sometime. So limit your Anglais s'il vous plait once a week. Dont forget!

Au revoir

Its snowing

(yay)

we're sitting in the common room. lolerskates. 

facts:

max is thirsty. 

remi is wearing a teeshirt that has colors. 

michael has pizza and ice.

now joe has pizza. 

remi and joe are looking for restaurants  in the phonebook.

max hates people who cant spell.

leon hates max.

leon hates pepperoni.

max is wondering why leon hates pepperoni.

leon doesn't care what max thinks. he does things for his own reasons, not for other people's reasons, like the girl in 10 things i hate about you.

shakespeare is a noob.

nobody actually talks like that.

it's 6:18.

one of max's socks is inside out.

there is a lot of peanut butter next to us. 

and some jelly.

and there's a triglyceride. 

max is not an asswhore.

leon is an asscheese.

remi <3's>

lolkakes.

qake.

cayk.

no.

see.

ay.

kay.

ee.

cake.

pensive=thoughtful.

let's go to thai express.

we're going to thai express.

let's go to hogwarts.

what's the beer they have in hogsmeade?

butter beer.

let's go get some butter beer.

my nipples are beer flavored.

dear scarlet,

i will be back soon. they say we will be done fighting soon. we are entrenched somewhere in Paloogamon. i miss you ever more. they say we will be coming home in a few weeks. how is the baby? i must go now. i love you.

richard

-by max & leon

Twomonthiversary

Did you know:

It's been exactly two months since move in day? / We are approximately 1/4 way through our H3 residency? I almost cried.

Word of the Day for Sunday, October 19, 2008

bailiwick \BAY-luh-wik\, noun:

1. A person's specific area of knowledge, authority, interest, skill, or work.
2. The office or district of a bailiff.

halloween

i think we should do this

Halloween in 2 weeks

We could just all dress like this...? I know the boys will be up to it. We can just be one big gypsy family :) 

Obamarama

Obama says dance.

POT LUCK

this coming saturday?
BE THERE

happy thanksgiving H3

So I think we should get H3 clothing. What do you guys think?
I was thinking black ( or another colour) fleece one-piece pajamas (or sweatpants) with H3 (in pink?)on the back!! Those would be SO warm in the winter!
Any other ideas? I will take the liberty of ordering them and designing them!
So. let me know your ideas and WHO wants, i will put up a sign up sheet and we will be toasty H3ers!
MMM toast...
anyways..
Have a happy Thanksgiving! See you all Tuesday!

Because the internet doesn't care where you are

Unless you're in China. Commie bastards.

Point is, I just had a shower in a room with a heated floor. Woah.
Leaving rez is freaky. There's so much space with so few people, even more so than in upper A. The cubicle I showered in wasn't even opaque, and I didn't have to wear flipflops.
The shampoo was waiting for me in the shower.

I'm going out for dinner, but this post isn't over.

MAX

Why have you made numerous posts on this blog on my name???
I AM SO CONFUSED!
please stop.
k sweeeet

dictionary.com is getting explicit and wrong...

Thanks for pointing it out Remi...
I posted yesterday's dictionary.com word of the day (not looking at what it was -bad idea) and indeed it was just STRANGE(or lame...as remi put it). Please disregard it....

On another note, hope you all have fantastic weekends!
Today's word of the day is :

legerdemain \lej-ur-duh-MAIN\, noun:

1. Sleight of hand.
2. A display of skill, trickery, or artful deception.

Personally this word is fantastic. For example: The legerdemain produced by the magician was absolutely phantasmagorical.

in case you're bored (or high)

Word to your father

aficionado \uh-fish-ee-uh-NAH-doh\, noun:

An enthusiastic admirer; a fan.

Word to your mother

circumlocution \sir-kuhm-loh-KYOO-shuhn\, noun:

The use of many words to express an idea that might be expressed by few; indirect or roundabout language.

Hallowe'en?

We need to decide on a H3 Halloween costume theme. I'm steady pushing Alice in Wonderland,

(see, it can be done)

but appearently no one else has love for the idea. Remember, there has to be at least 12 ish distinguishable characters in the theme, as i'm sure not everrryonee will end up making a costume. Other ideas include:

Bibical Characters (possibly offencive)
Wizard of Oz (kind of like Alice in Wonderland, but harder)
Historical Figures (for a more academically conscious halloween)
Robinhood + Friends
Comic book characters (lammmme for a batman movie release year)
Sailors (nautical anything is hot business)
Barack Obama (15 of him)
Seven deadly sins (...we could have repeats/two person costumes?)
H3 (because we're already legendary enough to begin with)

Really, I've got nothing. Post your ideas/feedback.

kaybai.

Wort des Tages ( word of the day in german)

officious \uh-FISH-uhs\, adjective:

Marked by excessive eagerness in offering services or advice where they are neither requested nor needed; meddlesome.

Lipstick and shower stalls;

Because H3, Yes! felt too quiet. More when I'm not so sleepy, too many birthdays to keep track of.

For those of you who plan on watching the debate tonight...

this is a must.
http://palinbingo.com/

Math Tutorial

"What did you do in your math tutorial today?"

"I drew flowers!"

It turns out I'm pretty much Ralph Wiggum in university.

It is kinda pretty though. Open source math programs make my life.

I also surfed wikipedia a bit (five points for anyone who figures out how I wound up reading about Inaccessible Island) piquing the interest of the girl sitting beside me. I showed her an intersting part of the article which pertained to albatrosses, and then remembered a favourite riddle of mine: Albatross Soup.
Enjoy.

A man gets off a red boat in a harbour. He walks up Violet street to the White House Restaurant. He goes in, sits down at a blue table and reads the orange menu. When the waiter comes, he orders a bowl of albatross soup. The waiter brings the soup in a green bowl, and the man tastes it with a brown spoon. He then walks out of the restaurant and kills himself with a black handgun. Why?

Edit: Flower drawing software is available at http://www.padowan.dk/graph/. It's also really good for math.

potluck??

There has been much debate. I had assumed the potluck was to take place on Saturday Dinner-Time ( like 7:30 or 8?). 

What do you think?

Would you rather Sunday?

Mot de Jour

slugabed \SLUHG-uh-bed\, noun:

One who stays in bed until a late hour; a sluggard.

what if..

so here i am trying to start writing an essay. and i want absolute silence. but i can't have it. and it's true that listening to music blocks out other noises like asshole maxime screeching his shoes in the hallway. but music is also noise. and though it doesn't always distract me, it does when i try to write essays. so WHAT IF. i could listen to silence. what if i could play silence on my itunes and turn it way up in my headphones and get to work. what if i could walk down a busy street, in silence. there's a mindfuck for you jive turkeys. 

Palabra del Dia

beneficence \buh-NEFF-i-suhns\, noun:

1. The practice of doing good; active goodness, kindness, or charity.
2. A charitable gift or act.

Used in a sentence:Twas quite the act of benifence, taking care of the elderly each and everyday.

Tips. I don't see why waiters/waitresses get their balls in a twist when people don't tip. You're getting paid to do your job. Don't bitch. There's alot of other people out there, on minimum wage, doing harder jobs that don't get tips.

I still tip but i find it lame.

Any thoughts anyone?

The New Face(s) of H3

Ellen Steals the show.

Also, Blogger's image resolution is terrible.
Also, I desperately need a faster lens.

Well, some of you are going to be thinking, hey that kid John (who may or may not be writing this right now) could be a little embarrassed by some of the things he did or was involved with last night.  I'm going to be honest, I don't remember too much of it, so therefore, I will not hold myself accountable.  But there are some people I would like to thank for their help, love and support: Alan, you were very motherly in your care of my vomiting ass; Giselle, I also remember your offers of crackers and I believe Akshay was also there lending a helping hand (He may have convinced me not to go out partying); Andrew (not Stephens) as well was very nice, made me go to bed and such.  But here is the point I am getting at.  While some people may see it as lame that I kind of threw up/ slash on myself for an extended period of time, I am going to take the opposite view and say that what I did last night was pretty heroic.  In a completely selfish and idiotic manner I used Joe's vodka to get drunk as quickly as possible, and I did, and then I made a complete ass of myself.  I think that is the creation of a legend, personally.  I am off to watch a movie now, peace everyone.

PS  I don't think I will be seriously drinking for a while because I have proved myself to be a major lightweight.

12:49 am

"I flirt with animals." - Leonidas

i'm drunk.
pretty sure i'm the first to post that. peeerfect.
but i thought i should contribute while i wait for those on fbchat to get back to me.
so, first of all, thankyouthankyou akshay for being the premed science student that you are and taking care of my dirty bloody feet.
I feel absolutely horrible that you had to touch those nastyass things.
and then wash your scissors of my dirt and blood.
and remi...
you were right to judge
but karma got me in the end
and who knows, maybe i'll be forced to stay in for the rest of the weekend as my infected feet swell to massive proportions.
and i think that we need an H3+joe's birthday raincheck
when joe doesn't have ultimate
because we all know where joe's priorities are
bahahaha just kidding.
<3 you all.

3/3 : A Note to Children

If you are a young child, take heed, and if you happen to know any young children, pass along my advice to them.
Your primary goal at this point in your life must be to one expanding your self-awareness. I speak specifically about awareness of your sleep balance. For example, - H VHY VHYVUJFYTYCij - (thanks Jessie) for then entirety of the day, I was painfully of my incredible fatigue. I'm really sleep deprived. Undj ,vhycfvk. bhbul ,njui7y8r567y, byj467u (thanks again Jessie)iuyutyuriuto9iypurtyiugtyroiutyurliugyriuyruo (Tereza likes computers too) Last saturday, I babysat a three year old who stayed up past 10:30 watching movies with me before falling asleep on the couch. As soon as he put on the second movie, he started asking if it was almost over, and could barely keep his eyes open, but he persisted. Freakin' crazy kid didn't let me get any homework done, 'cause I was busy watching the movie with him and talking to him about it.

I'm going to go do something cool now, somewhere, just like they told me I should now that I live in this oh-so-cool city of Montreal...

Dammit, I'm too tired for this.

Birthday Wishes, Etc.

Happy Birthday Joe

Love Always,
H3
(Especially Leon)


PS. Movie night Sunday. Be thurr.

2/3 : Good Mor...Night?

Now that my CAPA is out of the way for the week, I'm back for a quick story from the library before going home. I'll cut to the chase.

I get up at five virtually every morning. As such, I don't generally expect to see anyone around, but weekends present a special case, and last saturday morning I got exactly what I'd been waiting for:

I caught Blondie coming home from a wild night out at Molson. Tee Hee!

It was kinda nice; I don't usually have anyone see me out the door. Also, it was fun, 'cause none of us on H3 can keep track of her, but I caught her.

The whole thing reminds me of sneaking in late back home. My mother works 12 hours shifts, and as such, she gets up at six in the morning. This meant that I HAD to be home before six, because she would always check my room if she didn't know that I was home.
She never checked very carefully though.
Pretending to be sleeping is easy enough, especially 'cause usually sleep on my side. If I'm facing away from the door, the best indicator she has is my breathing rate. In a real hurry? Pretending I'm in my pyjamas is even easier, 'cause I never sleep with a shirt on. Pretending there's no one else in my bed, though? That takes skill.
My father heard my bedmate scampering out the door soon after, and easily guessed who it was, but it turns out I'm the only snitch in the family.

1/3 The Ballad of John and SoCo

I have a few stories that need posting, but the rest of them may have to wait till a later date, 'cause I'd like to actually accomplish something that society would recognize as productive at some point this afternoon, and seeing as I just spent the last, oh, hour and a half, chatting with a pretty girl, I feel like I'm falling behind on said objectives. I only have time for one today, and it is the Ballad of John and SoCo.

It seems, you see, that our very own John is more of a hippie, or perhaps just even more of a beatles fan, than we realized. I discovered this when I came home late one night to find him holding his very own bed-in on one of the common room couches. Unlike his namesake, our John was ostensibly alone in his pursuits, but when I sought to move him, it became apparent that there was a force much greater than his desire for world peace holding him to the couch, a force much greater than even a small asian woman, for John was passed out drunk, held to the couch by two thousand newtons of his own completely limp body mass. The devious SoCo must have worked it's charm on him, and broken up the glorious group that is H35. What a great shame. My continued attempts to wake him all failed - I think would have had to crucify him then and there to get even the slightest rise - so I went to bed scared that my friend was dead.
He had left by the time I got up five hours later.

My next story: Good mor... night?

A few mundane additions

that may not necessarily keep up the high standard that we've come to expect from H3, YES!, but I have thirty minutes until class and only 65 pages to read in that time, so I really have nothing to do with myself.

Firstly, the bake sale suggested facetiously by a fellow H3er as a way of funding our moroccan habit is entirely feasible. Selling homemade cookies on Avenue du President Kennedy for the cause of better student life? I don't know if it's necessarily a good idea, but definitely within the limits of imagination.

Secondly, we should come up with a set date for the currently hypothetical potluck. Saturday night? Yes, no? I suggest not holding said potluck on a night when we are fed by James, Kelly and the other kind people that furnish our rez food, because that would be a) a waste of money and b) silly.

Thirdly, is anyone staying for American Thanksgiving? Or is it just going to be me and the other people too cheap to find plane tickets? If so, pumpkin pie? Actually, is anyone staying for Canadian Thanksgiving? What do Canadians do on Thanksgiving, anyway?

Fourthly, there is a screening of Jean-Luc Godard's Contempt tonight from 7 to 9. I don't know where, possibly Shatner, but if you are interested, ask Taylor or Reid. Everyone should go, if only to avoid aforementioned reading.

That will be all. You may go about your business.

Hmm... I should be doing some homework right now, but, for the sake of representing H3 style, I will abstain and attempt to add a little bit to the melting pot that is the H3 blog (and for those of you who have yet to write, let it be known that we are watching, and we know that you are fronting as though you were real H3 members; basically, if you ain't blogging, you ain't reppin' H3 for real).  

In reference to some general administrative/ business type things, the suggestion of an H3 Hookah seems to be economically prohibitive.  An investigative committee (possibly John and Leon) was sent into the streets of Montreal to look for a cost-effective smoking apparatus, but none was found ($80 was kind of steep).  So, that's that I guess.  Unless one of the wealthier H3 members would like to sponsor a Hookah, it might take a little while for us to raise the funds.

Also, it would be really appreciated if people could read and/ or contribute to the H3 blog with a little more regularity.  It adds to the whole solidarity thing we are going for as a floor.

As a side note, Joe's birthday comes up on Friday.  Anyone looking to get down on that shin-dig should ask Joe what he wants to do.  We could also buy a little cake or something for Joe, I don't know.  Maybe a small H3 gift, maybe we could even write him a song.  The possibilities are pretty much limitless.

Um... that's about it for now.  Feel free to visit H-35A if you are feeling lonely.  I have snackies as well as a slightly broken guitar and a nice selection of reading material (English and Spanish).  I'll be at breakfast tomorrow for 7:45, lunch at 12:30 in RVC and that's about as far as I have planned things.  

Peace, 

J.B.J.P.

PS- Remi sucks

Hello H3ers and H3wanaBers!

Welcome! 

*lights cigarette*

This blog is a space for the sharing of Stories, Sentiments, Pictures, Panini, Manicures, and Memories - be they comic, cosmic, or candid.

It may well die soon. Or it may never bear fruit in the first place. But H3Living is a drug under whose influence we will all find ourselves during the next year - some more than others and myself more than some, as I never go out on weekends*.

..I don't really know where I was going with the drug analogy. What I really want to say is that I know not every one of you is diligent enough, as I am, to keep a diary, and to write in said diary every. day. For these unfortunate souls, I hope "the blog" will serve as a time capsule of sorts, y'dig? That is to say, perhaps in 2 or 5 or 10 or 20 or 70 or a million years we will return to this blog and the treasure chest of memz I know it will become. That is the beauty of the internet.

And finally, a suggestion for beating the initial writer's block we will all face sooner or later. If at a loss for what to write, simply post "I am drunk" when you are drunk. This, in addition to giving us a sense of who on the floor is the biggest alcoholic (even though we already know it's Michael (jk Michael)), will be an especially fun thing to reread after college when we are not (really) allowed to get drunk anymore. At least not in the same way we do now. At least not in the same way I do now. I'm an animal.

I also plan to post some of my poetry, and would encourage others to do the same.

Cheers,

L.

can i helP you?

Bwok.

Pigeons are sharp. H3 is sharp. I think the connections are rather obvious.