i don’t cheat in this one and it takes me forever to figure it out, kinda brutal. the guy who works there setting up read it off my forehead then flips out cos i can’t get it ahha ENJOY! oh man i look super smart in this one.

Who Am I? – part II from Sean Ward on Vimeo.

party on sean ward!

went out for a new purse, came home with that and loads more. i’m not the only guilty party, fil bought a ton of new shirts too. we both felt like crap today, shopping made it all go away. ahhh. here’s a peek of my goods. i didn’t get these shoes (only $39!) cos they felt too unsafe. i’m a total wimp and don’t want to spend my summer with busted ankles.

my toes are funked up from dance.

replacing my pair that bit the dust in vancouver. wait til you see all the red shirts i made fil buy hahah.

20 bucks. i like it but not as much as my other bag, that one’s strap is long enough to put across my chest when biking. this one, not possible.

h&m has dude jewelry (brad!) AND it’s cheaper than the girl stuff (well most of it) and this guy is perfect for the dress i snagged from winners.

highwaisted, adorable. this winners didn’t have my grey dress or in any other colours either (cos i blabbed it probably) so we will have to go to the one in the ‘burbs for me to scoop up the rest, i think it came in beige too! naked naked!

i got it reduced down to 20 bucks cos of a slight damage on the side (easy to sew) and this guy is by hurley. i own so many things by them cos it all cycles over to winners. my bathing suit is hurley, that other wild colourful dress is hurley, my blue veruca salt winter coat is hurley too. yawn.

i wasn’t sure about it at first but these two chicks came out of their dressing rooms and were like WOW. done and done.

pockets! i don’t think i’ve had a small size pair of shorts in forevs. also bought a pair of denim short shorts, nothing special. ok canada’s next top model and supper time.

guys, miniatures are invading my fucking dreams now.

hey who’s your friend?

wtf? parked out front of that modern home on crawford below college. that giant beside me would be derlicte, awesome dude.

we took him for a quick walk before the show at mod club to have some whiskey swigs (thanks guy) ugh i am suicidally hung today, no more party for the rest of the week!

i was really into having my photograph taken every time i crouched down to fish through my purse.

um actually i strongly disagree, i’ve a pretty good idea that you are a douchebag. went for a stroll up crawford after gentlemen reg played to show derlicte my old pad and noticed the neighbour upstairs is still kickin’ it (lanterns are still hung) i’m impressed everyone else fucked out of there.

swoon city. so some backstory, our girl emm is playing with nina/nathan’s band A Camp (said like hey this summer i’m going to a camp not A like ‘eh’ ugh forget it) and they are all very lovely and i sort of kept this under wraps but seriously the cardigans grand turismo record was the soundtrack to my bad girl days so i may have been a little starstruck last nite. i restrained myself from approaching nina after the show for fear of severe blubbering embarrassment even though emm’s family. spoken to her husband nathan and he thinks i’m cool (and famous) so that’s good enough for me. it’s like my goal in life to have near-misses with as many idols as possible, basically.

i just sighed out loud when i looked at this one hahah.

so many pictures of her feet sorry if i weirded you out not like i was the only one bonering it up against the stage. swedish curse i guess.

that’s emm back there on keys. haha “on keys” yes that is the least pretentious thing to say ever.

ha remember when i used to blog a stack of concert photos like you guys gave a shit and then just have this profound silence within the post like THERE here is my statement TWENTY PHOTOS you just think about that now. fuck bloggers are gay. anyway, now that fil is the show guy i can focus on taking more photos of myself and talking shit in people’s ears during performances. it’s a good life.

the lighting at mod club is something special though. i just remembered talking to duarte and he yawned 40 times the whole way through hahaa.

i really love their little banner, so precious.

so tiny so slammin’ that goth princess jasmine onesie number i bet every girl last nite felt totally ugly like may as well go home can’t top it peace.

hey dad!

i was told it is bad luck to put your purse on the floor. hahah how is that so? maybe only because someone can rip you off? no matter my zipper finally bit the dust last nite so guess who gets to buy a new one later on today, wicked.

first of all yes, lewd, yawn, who cares sexy is so fucking boring these days but in my defense my left foot slid along the floor further than i wanted it to and click the photo was captured.

downstairs at the mod club is like visiting an old friend serious nostalgic trip back in time take care of that mural you guys!

then i ripped my tights. sass was supposed to grab me a pair of red ones but accidentally got the footless version so now i have a red pair of leggings and a red pair of footless tights that look exactly like the leggings and i still want them in tights style so i will eventually have those too. mad for red.

to top it off, c-pan splashed hot water all over my legs cos the tap goes straight to scalding and for some reason (meme) we like to turn the hot first (assuming needs time to warm up?) then the cold. i have no third degree burns today so you’re lucky.

KR was on the scene too. we slow danced awkwardly at one point.

where are you derek?

spotted him. good work.

plaid shirt told us off for talking dude if you can’t hear standing right beside the monitor then i have no help for you ps we were whispering into each other’s ear, relax. i told him sure no problem but can you be less of a prick about it? he goes they came all the way from sweden (wrong, only two of them did and they’re touring) um i may or may not have said you don’t even know who you’re talking to (he was pretty aggressive) so he moved away and apparently raised his hand behind us in passing cos another guy came up straight away and said excuse me did that guy just raise his hand at you? i didn’t see it but if that guy did then i suppose so. avoided him for the rest of the nite but took a photo for safe-keeping (and the internet hall of fame) and look an admirer is looking back.

then my zipper exploded. awesome. this post is taking ages to write and will only take you 3 minutes to ignore. also flickr is chugging slowly i’m about to snap.

no greys yet.

derek hit the wall and took off w/o saying bye haha.

a cool chick by the name of catherine who used to babysit fil and his sister (sort of family) was present, every time we see emm some of fil’s family turn up, neat to meet them i’m sure it makes their nite meeting me ha.

oh god emm’s shoes kill me too. i hope i can graduate to higher funkier heels soon.

lisa rules. she was telling her engagement story and the whole time i thought she was referring to the guitarist who was across the room putting on socks engaged in chat with someone else and i was thinking wow she’s talking him up a storm and he is fully ignoring it i’d be sitting there listening in on this fantastic achievement if i was him. turned out she was talking about jordy behind me ha whoops. he proposed in oxford!

engaged! honestly i forget sometimes, when i showed up emm said congratulations and i was like uh for what, i thought she was referring to my blogging seminar. i mean i don’t forget we’re engaged you just gradually see more of your people that you hadn’t seen in awhile and that’s part of the ritual, the congratulations steam train.

this is jordy’s reaction to us gabbing about miniatures turns out lisa is all about them too. tellin’ ya they’re gonna take over and you’re welcome for that. oh you may recognize this guy from yacht rock at the boat or djing at embassy in kensington, he gets around.

scheming away about our new lives together with our little trinkets.

ok that’s it bye! no wait before that we ate at il gato nero (tradition) with sass (her first time) i look brutal here but only picture k bye for real nice one derek with that 65 dollar bottle of wine, way to put on airs.

oh i almost forgot sarah polley was in there too and we made eye contact TWICE. she left with three pizzas.

so my next thing is escapism all the way. there are so many more things i want. i blew just under 40 bucks it adds up quickly you go through the store fully overwhelmed and actually have to look at everything (all so tiny, it’s actual work) i told myself 20 dollars is my limit and i will only do this once a month pfft. my mom has a ton of miniatures she said i can have so i need to get my hands on those before i go back i don’t want duplicates. i don’t care how insane this makes me look now that i am an adult i can go buy all the garbage i couldn’t as a kid, take that kid me!

my imaginary teeny family to-be will be very into sending and receiving packages, they are quite worldly and have many friends, all very generous too.

oh and they absolutely ADORE christmas.

!!!

they love to entertain and cook.

they will know how to have a good time.

always prepared too. this thing is so small i can’t stand it, it’s in the tiniest coke baggie ever.

i don’t know how to knit but my little dudes do!

tissue box, my mom has one of these i know also teeny wrapping paper roll, mini playboy with centerfold! fishbowl with fish, gumball machine, bottle of windex w/ old school label from the 80s! i think the thing that gets me most jazzed about this is photographing these things for my blog. i want the dollhouse store to hire me as their photographer cos all the pictures on their website are crap. speaking of, i didn’t take one picture in there cos i have a scheme to go back and somehow finagle a discount. hi i’m raymi and i am going to breathe some new life into your bizarre little hobby here soon you will see a ton of chicks come through thanks to me.

i just went to the bathroom and looked at them again and their tinyness just blows me away, they look way big in these pictures.

thirsty? oh and as per the perfume/lotion bottles i intend to get a ton more cosmetics to go along with them as my little ladies will be extremely glamorous. i entirely missed the food section in the store and by then i ran out of fil minutes so i had to beat it out of there.

honestly who makes these things? how do you make a hole that tiny??

what’s up hey did you like the wine?

oh hi there you looked lonely.

hey you guys busy?

oh mary.

oh shit, party’s in full swing now.

so these will hang in the bathroom for now, the rest on my chachka shelf as they are too delicate for bathroom condensation. i can’t wait to dust all this junk ugh. you really have to have steady hands when placing them i knocked everything over so many times and almost smashed one on the floor out of frustration. yeah this is so going to work out.

hello hello.

i understand if you won’t come visit me anymore no problem, i’m all set here.

just kidding, come over and stare at them with me! bye for now xo your pal raymi.

here are some of my mom’s miniatures:

nice shots hyfen!

i sort of accidentally cheat in this round not my fault the sun shone through the paper when i held it up!

Who Am I? from Sean Ward on Vimeo.

we watched singles on friday nite so i guess i was feeling very 90s. do you think reality bites tried to emulate singles? anyway fil’s entire being is based on that movie. guy has a tattoo of the fire ring layne staley designed on his calf, had hair down to his ass (sensitive guy ponytail), owns every single cd from that entire scene/era, wool socks, um, other goofy shit. if you think this video is brutal wait ’til you don’t see the cat power one where i make a ton of meaningful eye contact with the lens and sing all mournful and husky and really give it on the i hate myself and i wah-ah-ahnt to die parts.

hey look it’s my new lightning conductor ugh. i didn’t realize the ears had metal in them yeah yeah holding any umbrella during a lightning storm is asking for it enough. i was so paranoid the other day i closed this thing up and just walked in the rain carrying it and scampered like a tard home getting all drenched. maybe i’ll cut the ears off.

also it’s a pretty tiny umbrella, no sharing, yet is just too big to jam in my purse.

ugh i’m so QUIRKY i know make room for the zany look out.

cid and i were hiding in the bathroom from the vacuum. this is why women have become stereotyped as homemakers, maids, domestic house goddesses (barf) whatever term you prefer, because asking a guy to clean first of all takes ages and all the nagging isn’t worth it but in the event you actually get your wish the guy turns into OCD freak and makes all this fucking noise to let the world know he is CLEANING look at me i’m dusting and sweeping i’m mary poppins. it’s like they use it as a weapon against you meanwhile all the times you tidy go unnoticed and happens in secret cos you’re not a glory hog you just want shit organized. next time fil cleans i am going to a spa. seriously he dismantles our entire living space when he goes to town all the chairs are upside down the table is on the balcony he puts any thing that was on the floor on the bed and chairs, dirty shoes even like a crappy art installation.

my dad gave me that.

my chore was the bathroom, fil never cleans it, dunno why he just doesn’t do bathrooms. omg he just walked up to me and said we need coasters stop bossing me!

clearance rack at shoppers is my boyfriend.

the one and only time cid detests fil.

because he thought he saw something.

my bouche is amuse.

ordered the prix fixe, my salad. v nice.

some kind of fish i forget haha.

sean had the braised beef.

you’re not supposed to take photos in the spoke club. meh.

i was getting mad cut-eye from a waitress when this was being taken. does it show in my face? sass‘ dress is adorable.

word up casie check this photo of her as a sunshine girl ten years ago!

The caption said something like:

Casie Stewart a former Miss Teen Cambridge is looking for a career in marketing. She likes hockey (meh) baseball (meh) and rockclimbing (did it once).

hilarious and i think that pose should be brought back.

following evening we went to sweaty betty’s to help gill look cool in front of her aussie/kiwi mates.

brought her my leftover seaweed salad, wasn’t feeling it.

that wall splatter really brings out the print of britt’s shirt. claire don’t look so sad see you tonite!

dude couldn’t take a good picture of us to save his life.

think i’m gonna have to drop the shade of my makeup down a notch otherwise go tanning twice a week.

cheeky bugger. couldn’t understand the majority of anything he was saying.

nice. tan lines inspiration! i’m doin’ that this year you know (cos you care).

fil is probably tweeting as cid at this moment in time.

my thoughts exactly ha. when i showed up britt called me a bitch well she went hey bitch and i was all uh ok i am not drunk enough to deal with that one yet anyway i knew right off the bat she was a bit ahead of the game booze-consumption-wise. matt said he’d never seen her like that before and loved that she had zero filter ha JUST LIKE HIM!

sorry for the head cut off shot but in the other one gill has laser beam eyes. this nite was very posey for photos.

brosz7 and fil can’t go a day without seeing or talking to one another.

CHAVS!

gatecrasher.

at one point i saw a doppleganger for a restraining order qualified stalker of mine and it was not a fun scene after that.

ruining the photo.

free show, what class! my underpants match britt’s shirt at least.

this bro was perving all over the teeniest woman ever it was hilarious.

britt and i got to dancing for a bit, it was interesting trying to dance in my sensible old lady wedges they certainly limit some integral moves i have built into my repertoire. next time it’s fryes.

time to whip this dump into shape cos barfanie‘s coming over! remember her?! PUMPED.

the elimination of that poof would be nice.

i heard that women dress sexier when it’s that time of the month. i guess for someone like me that translates to escaped from the psych ward.

tres natural pose. do you know the hair spray on tights trick to make them last longer, stronger and prevents runs/rips/holes/tears? spray it on one leg at a time all over then rub in with hands. seriously i’ve had these tights for 3 years now. don’t believe me here’s an obscure little-known fact, in the pulp video for disco 2000 a girl in a restroom is spraying her tights, check it. (haven’t heard that song in forever where is my cd? anyway ew sounds so dated! the panty hose spray happens about midway in the video 3.38 hmm maybe it’s perfume but why the f would you do that?) though they’ve finally got a hole so i think i will have to send them on their way back to kindergarden heaven.

here it is in action.

that skirt is a total free-show’r.

ok i’m gonna go get a life now and make use of this nice sunny day but wait, first it’s cid time…

he has a twitter account now, guess who created it.

NAP CITY!

thanks for not hoggin’ all the room, guy.