The length you go when you need a fake id.

So this probably isn't the smartest thing to post online, but who's going to tell on me? My one follower? So basically I'm rather pumped because I fell into the ownership of a new fake id. Previously I had an id that was actually someone else and it looked hilariously nothing like me but after using it downtown a couple weeks ago as I mentioned in previous notes, i lost it :( So Vicky say's "fuck you world, you will not get the best of me!" without putting too much shady business on the interwebs I will simply say that I have a legal, completely legit id that through filling out false information says I'm 19 ... SHADY! Yet exciting as well :)

C'MON PPL STEP IT UP!

I plan on spending my next week as a hermit while I study for exams and do some soul searching. I will still take the time however, to write the occasional blog. Exam weeks are the worst weeks especially when you have something on your mind. My words of advice to everybody is to make sure you take the time to self reflect and get to know yourself better and what makes you happy. This may sound cliche, but there will be a time in your life at some point where you may very well be the best friend that you have, and you have to keep your best friends happy.

Today I had my English in-class essay which I think went pretty dandy. Tomorrow is a day off followed by a Chem exam and a Math exam on Wednesday. Thursday I have physics. Tomorrow my Physics capa is due, my math assignment is due Thursday, my chem assignment is due Friday, and thank God I have already completed my Chem and Physics prelabs. Brutal week I know, but school doesn't worry me enough to stress me out. The only thing that has been stressing me out lately is people not being awesome. C'MON PEOPLE YOU GOT TO STEP IT UP A BIT.

Ahem. It's all good despite my last emo blog. I have decided that shit will not get Vicky down. Vicky is better than negative bullshit. I will not let people get the best of me. I am too good for any person who tries to hurt me. When you come equip with a whole lot of awesome backing you up, people are meaningless. I hate that I can't be more specific but that just isn't right sometimes, not to tell the whole world about it. But the point is, if you are awesome, and genuine, people can't touch you. Things will work out, and anyone who steps on your toes will get what they have coming to them. Again, I don't believe in karma, but it doesn't take an Einstein to figure out that negative people draw in negativity. I am better than that. Everyone needs to be better than that.

Lets just be nice.

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Crazy fucking random night.

Yesterday I wrote a biology exam, which by the way I totally demolished (in a good way). After having studied about 49 hours in the last 48, I was ready to take on a heavy night of well deserved drinking.

I called up a good friend of mine who had been out of town with the swine flu for a week and also needed some heavy drinking in her life, lets call her Ms. Piggy for the purpose of this blog.

After picking her up, we we went to the liquor store and headed back to my apartment where we got ready for the night. We were drinking cheap wine, and talking about boys and life and how drunk we were going to get when we found out there was no pond parties that night. The Gilbert boys were gone to mount pearl, other people were gone to a strangers house party, the rest of my friends had no plans. I was pissed and continued drinking wine while smoking in excess.

One thing I am not is a failure and as such i refused to let that night fail and suck. I become prepared to do basically anything. Ms.Piggy's friends from carbonear were partying in a hotel room and thinking about going bar hopping later. What does Vicky say? "HECK YES!"

Strangers can only stay strangers for so long, after an hour or so of hotel room partying, we were all buddies and ready to hit George Street.

The taxi driver who picked us up seemed contrary as shit, but I wouldnt let his coontrary ways affect my night. I get way too much joy out of playing with people and their emotions so I told him he looked contrary as shit and should smile more. He smiled a lot more, and in fact, he must have taken a liking to me because he gave me 4 free admissions to the cotton club, a local strip bar. I knew my destination at this point.

Stop one, cotton club. I should mention also, I told Ms.Piggy I was going to get into bars and my fake id would work, I told her I would see titties, i would see a band, i would dance a lot, and I would get very drunk and it would be an awesome night. At the cotton club I managed to have three of these things come true.

I always thought strip joints just showed titties. No ma'am. I sat down at the table that surrounded the stage and was immediately presented with a gorgeous woman's pussy in my face. A large portion of the strippers were attractive black girls, and oh baby, I caught jungle fever. They say we don't currently have a very good economy, but I personally think that last night I was getting very high quality for 5 bucks a pop.

Take a step back for a second, my id actually worked. If you seen my id, it's hilarious. It looked nothing fucking like me, I took off my glasses, smiled and it some how fucking worked. Okay so far my fake id worked, I was seeing so much ass and titties, a guy I met at the hotel party bought me a drink, I got in for free. Now I meet a nice old man who teaches me the ropes.

Five dollar bill, flash it over the bar a little and she will notice. You will get your face covered in titties, you will get a very close up view of a vagina and the most seductive smile imaginable. In my case, you get hauled of fucking stage. There I was on stage, lid down on my back, a beautiful woman straddling me. She takes off my shirt in front of a shit tonne of strangers, jiggles my boobs around while still in a bra and then what? Off with the fucking bra! We exchange some smiles I crawl off stage, boobs still out and fix myself, shortly after my brother's friend walks in, thank god the timing turned out the way it did.

Now I have men the age of my father telling me how great my tits are, the people I went with think I'm a crazy freak of nature and the old man next to me is giving me high fives and buying me drinks.

I'm drunk, I seen titties, I've showed my titties, the night is going amazing. I'm spending more money of strippers, I'm making Jake get on stage ( my boyfriend got his hairy bare ass smacked on stage and also got kisses from the hot bartender because he looks like john lennon) The night is flawless.

It's 2 o'clock and in 1 hour no more drinks are being served. Next stop, dance bar. Here I am at konfusion, grinding, dancing, hands everywhere. Small spaces and lots of bodies. I'm dancing with god knows who, touching their god knows what and I fucking love it. I lost my wallet with my fake id, and real id. But it's okay we'll worry about that later because my id worked a second time at this bar and the night is young and awesome. I dance up a storm, I dance with everyone. I love life.

Next stop CBTG's. The black mask brigade is playing and I catch the last song and a halfwhile dancing with Jake and a stranger.

Next i score some subway and when I was ready to go home it only took a matter of seconds to get a cab. This night was crazy, this night was fucking ridiculous, I loved this night.

Free admissions to the strip joint, never bought a single drink, made a bunch of creepy old man friends, saw a shit tonne of titties, stripped on stage, danced up a storm, saw a deadly band, got subway, my id fucking worked some how. This is the crazy mother fucking story I've been waiting to write.

Lesson one in being awesome.

Lesson one in being awesome: Love yourself like no other.

Love yourself without being a narcissist. This doesn't come naturally. A lot of people tend to have a low perception of themselves as soon as they are old enough to realize they have flaws. This is truly unfortunate, however, with work it can be reversed.

You have to pretend you love yourself before you can actually truly love yourself. Talk to yourself in your mind in a positive way. When you get ready to go out, think to yourself that you look good, even if you don't mean it. Tell yourself that you are attractive. Tell yourself you have good qualities to share with people. Tell yourself that you love yourself. This is the first part in having good self perception.

When subjects of self esteem come up, tell people that you have a good one. Even if you kind of don't. Tell people what you've been telling yourself and with work and practice, your mindset will change. You will love yourself, you will have a good self esteem, and without those things you have very little. If you don't love yourself, it's hard to respect yourself, if you don't respect yourself, it's hard for other people to.

This may sound like you're just lying to yourself, you're pretending to be happy. That's not the case though, it just takes a lot of work to knock the negative ways out of you. When you get into your comfort zone, you will honestly mean, how you feel about yourself.

Imagine having the same friend since you were born, one person shoved in your face everyday, you would learn to hate that person because you start to focus on their flaws and it begins to be easier to see bad than good. You are that person to yourself. But in a similar way if you look at that person from day one and think of all the good things they're done for you, all the times they've helped you and all the things that you like about that person, they will become someone you admire and appreciate. Make your mind focus on the good aspects of you.

Finally, put yourself out there as a self loving, positive, happy individual and your awesome will shine through.

Lets destroy suck

Slowly you begin to learn that people are not nearly as awesome as you would like them to be. People don't always like you if they don't have to. Sometimes personalities clash. Sometimes people piss you off. People can be rude. People can be hateful. People can be self righteous. People can really suck.

Lets change this.

Be awesome. Teach awesome. Spread awesome. Eventually, awesome will ensue.

Tuesday night adventure

Last night I passed up an opportunity to go to Cabot and see Dino girl. It's all good though, I was really in no situation to pull off any shit. I ended up having a reasonably quiet drunken Tuesday. I should be studying as we speak, but fuck that, I'll just talk about my relatively unadventurous night in the detail I can remember.

I remember playing smash brothers for a short period of time. I remember being relatively civil to OrangeCrocks. I remember taking four guys back to my room and drawing great variations of cocks on my room mates dry erase board. (i.e rocket ship cock, banana cock, as well as a drawing of what we imagine her tits to look like). I remember Hanging out in my new Scottish friend's room ( we'll call him Scott ) with my friend (we'll call him Anus, due to past situations that have made this name fitting). I'm pretty sure that guy wanted to kill me because he was so tired and I talked so much. I remember being the last ones left to party. Nothing overly special, but a good night.

I woke up and realized the living room window had been egged. I hope this fulfills one of my goals to get a formal apology letter from Zak. From this point on I'll call Zak Ginge because I'm not a big fan of using real named. I'll go back over my posts eventually and change his name to Ginge everywhere.

Now looking back on it, I should of taken advantage of the situation and went to Cabot in search of Dino, but on the other hand they had a fire alarm go off at like 3 in the morning, and there's no fun in that.

Also I found the courage to tell Anus that his jean jacket was hideous and it needed to be removed from his wardrobe desperately. That was actually probably a highlight.

I look forward to Friday night. Sadly, I can't go too off the wall because I have 4 midterms next week. I have one Friday that I should be studying for now. However, with procrastination comes immediate happiness, and stress later. We'll worry about the stressful part when we get there.

Everyone cross your fingers that I see Dino this weekend!