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Eating Shit

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So as we learned from our previous #rapidshot masterpiece, I’m a big fan of eating pizza, dirty sandwiches, 24 hour Chinese noodles, sheep guts, and obnoxious spoonfuls of butter, oh and I also actively practice eating shit #2. Sometimes I’m fond of eating shit while portaging, but I’m also partial to eating shit while jumping off diving boards, running, walking after drinking 14 beer, and of course skiing. Especially when there’s a little DSLR #rapidshot happening. #KodakCourage

I would like to give my eternal thanks to my delightful Step-Brother Bryn, who was ever so kind enough to display no hesitation and produce stellar stills of my face grinding into the snow. It was such a pleasure to pull the snow out of my ears only to hear his uncontrollable laughter #whatbrothersarefor. Also, if you think the previous two sentences are loaded with sarcasm, you’re a fool. Would I sacrifice my elegant bone structure for a half decent action shot that has facebook DP potential? #anydayoftheweek.

Imma hit you with some context. Here’s the video! -don’t worry mom that’s not actually me, A) I’m not nearly cool enough to do that and B) I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing yellow #obviously. Anyway, I popped off a cute lil drop about 4 feet or so. Built up a tad  more velocity than anticipated and well… aprez-vous mes amis!

And now I’d like to thank SLR cameras for their sponsorship that makes the next segment possible…

omfg that’s the cutest photo of Katie and I

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Why I am the Most Attractive Man to Walk the Face of This Earth

#RapidShot Post! #getstoked

So I’ve received thousands of letters from all my fans aka the four people who follow this modern masterpiece of a blog #watchyourbackGaga. These letters consistently question as to why I have yet to address the fact that I am the most attractive man period. comma, ampersand& smileyface:) bbmdancingemoticon\=D/ headphonesd(>_<)b #tangent

Now there is a thin margin of folks who will be a tad surprised by such a bold statement. I mean, like at first glance I can be taken for a variety of things: ew, gross, disgusting, obnoxious, vulgar, revolting, nauseating, putrid, filthy, raunchy, oafish, sickening, unsophisticated, immature, absurd, yucky, abhorrent, foul, nasty, repellent, loathsome, stomach-churning, hideous, ghastly, vile, monstrous, reptilian, sinister, menacing, deceiving, appalling, rotten, despicable, juvenile, and a little loud to name a few… #adjectivevomit. However, with a little Disney magic, this all disappears and is long forgotten once one has witnessed me elegantly masticate #awkwardword as I inhale enjoy food.

The following #rapidshot sequence pays homage to my beauty and is evidence as to why knees go week in restaurants, thank god we usually eat sitting. The photos are with yours truly and my friend Sue. We were on a first date, earlier in the day, Sue saw me down a croissant in one mouthful no sweat and consequently asked me out and my garbled yet seductive “I’m into dudes!!!” was received as “omg totally”. So off we went for pizza #contextiseverything. Now feast #ha! your eyes on what a date with Andrew Quinlan entails, and do feel free to apply within!

At this point the camera fries from the sweat dripping of it’s forehead, #somelikeithot but apparently Cannon is lame. Sue, overwhelmed, proposes …I break her heart, another one for my jar #excellent.

Not that it is at all necessary to provide more evidence but rather because I know such photos are in high demand #obviously, I have provided a few more winners to indulge in. Do enjoy.

Savoring a lovely medley of sheep heart, stomach, and liver. #yummy

Seeing how much 24 Chinese noodles can fit in my crater of of mouth. #thelegendofericstober #bestalbum

I was even practicing my french on Kipawa #foodbetfail

#DirtySandwich with my summer fling of 2010 #jks #dogface

Until we eat again… #cheesy

Skiing The French Alpes - Le Raison d’Être

I’d like to begin this post with an…

…alternative and hipster goggle shot with myself and beautiful Scandinavians!!! #naturally.

Next up a hyperlink to the full facebook album #nice

So I think I’ve got about 7 days in bro. I’ve hit up Chamrousse, Les 7 Laux, Alpe du Grand Serre, Aple d’Huez and Les 2 Alpes. Not bad eh? Here is some clutch footage of me #Iwish.

First up I busted Alpe d’Huez with some of my favourite Finns, Jaakko and Viivi, who turns out are totally married and have plans on making beautiful blonde children. Not sure about that last part, though I feel its a legit assumption.

Apparently its not always sunny in the Alpes. We literally coludn’t see more than 10 feet in front of us. #thatshitcray I swore I would always check the weather report after this and would never be consumed by the white again. #forshadowing

Next up, all us bubbly exchange kids went on a ski day to Chamrousse. Which means something red… I guess.

Problems arose early as when ascending the treacherous peak. Our bus busted a flat! #gasp. We were not sure which tire it was however… so we just chose one and posed by it.

Ew, gross. MORE mountains. #facepalm

The cool thing about this photo is that I’m in it. The other thing that’s like mediocre at best is that you can see Grenoble in the top right corner.

Jaakko didn’t believe me that it was common in Canada to eat yellow snow for the nutritional value. It was quite perverse to him. He’s cray, just think of it as if there are snow cones eeeeerrywhere! #yummy

Cody, Jaakko and I enjoy ourselves #apresski. Knowing how popular baseball was in Finland, I bet Jaakko a beer he couldn’t hit a pole with a snowball. To this day my begrudged self has no idea how he managed it, I thought the Finns only knew how to look stunning, produce phenomenal hockey players, and drink black licorice flavoured alcohol… #yucky. Guess not eh.

Next, Maddy, Rebecca and I had an adorable Dal Ski day at Alpe du Grand Serre.

What a motley crue. #lovethatband.

And you thought Alpe d’Huez was bad? Well feast your eyes on this badass whiteout. I blame Blastoise. This time round, we could barely see 5 feet in front of us #aintitJ? At one point during the day I was skiing backwards and managed to crash into this poor frenchman. Somehow we got tangled up and he fell, even popped a ski off I think. #yikes. I then played a sweet remix of “pardon! Désolé!” on repeat while I helped him up. I think I’ve even apologized that much in English. I think I did good as he said I was “très gentille” after the catastrophe was settled #phew.

Rebecca, Maddy and I decided to play a game as you can see from the photo above and the ones below. Its the household favourite “try to climb a steep icy hill in a whiteout” #familyfun. I valiantly scaled the piste first, and then aided my comrades by taking sweet photos of them struggling to ascend the mound #obviously.

This is were Rebeccas changes her tactic to throwing her equipment as opposed to carrying it… I think the frustration may be getting to her…

The final stretch! It seems Maddy’s unrivaled perseverance may just about…

…win it for her! HowHow Maddy!!

Rebecca doesn’t quite seem to wear losing all that well…

A whole knew meaning to “frosted tips” NSYNC eat your heart out.

Eventually it became more fun to take photos than actually ski in such madness #remix…

I’ve decided its materialistic and far too mainstream to wear gloves.

Whats ski day with out some modeling? #BlueSteel

This amazing pic is of my class and I at Les 7 Laux. I’ve been out twice with these guys, they are a legitimate group, I’m a fan. Oh and it’s so hipster and alternative that I’m making friends with the locals so this is doing wonders for my image. #values

C’est Paris!

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A couple weekends ago I dropped a small fortune to hop aboard le TGV and run off to Paris to visit the wonderful Jen Self. Jen’s an awesome camp friend I’ve know for a few years, shes a sweetheart who is far too kind to me. My favourite thing to do with her is naturally to embarrass her by acting awkward/dorky around her. She’s brave enough to travel to Europe for school (Edinburgh before Pairs…) yet is legitimately scared of the dark and needs a night in shining armor (me #obviously) to escort her.

I’ve actually been to Paris once before in the summer of 2007 when my Dad, sister, and I spent a week in the city. Check the fbook album from it. It was an earlier contribution in my Facebook career, but its too good as I was so much funnier/obnoxious/cooler when I was younger. Now I’m old and dull and resort to blogging to entertain myself. “What a loser!” -2007 Quinlan. “Yo whatever, you’re scrony, wear Abercrombie, don’t have a smartphone and still have grade 12 IB ahead of you #gross” -Contemporary Quinlan “Yo wtf is a #??” -2007 Quinlan

Anyways I should prob talk about Paris eh? Well it was amazing, a spectacular weekend on all accounts. We went out eeeeeerynight. Thursday was interesting. Jen’s roommate Julie, Jen and I managed to get in to a club that normally requires patrons to purchase a 300 Euro membership just to enter the place. Jen said that she had applied for one and the owner somehow believed that was means enough to allow entry #asif. Well, we walked down 3 flights of dimly lit stairs to this weird/hipster/alternative/posh/pretentious club. Julie bought us a round of drinks, each costing 18 euros #nbd. It was totally worth going here as I finally was able to answer the question of “what music does a 300 euro membership club play?” The answer: Motown #obviously. This place, although cool to experience once, is totally against everything I believe in and I can’t even handle it.

Friday was a #fierce roller coaster. Jen’s lovely friend Ruba and I were brave enough to enter a Parisian Gay Bar (WOAH!). Though, not without difficulty: once we finally found a place that allowed girls in, which I’m 30% opposed to, they of course questioned my sexuality. Sorry buddy, I forgot my hot pink tights and silk scarf in Grenoble… See in Paris only Gay Men can enter some bars #effectivediscrimination. Oh sweet, a little Fleetwood Mac just came on from my playlist #GoYourOwnWay. Anyway we got in and I STAYED OUT IN PARIS TILL 7:45 AM IN THE MORNING!!!! This night could be a full blog entry on its own. The night: made good use of my dancing shoes, made friends, coatcheck disaster!, lost in the streets of Paris at 6am sans coat, get coat, get lost again finding Jen’s place #naturally, figure my life out, arrive beaten and bruised #notactually but with a winning attitude!!!

Saturday night was #myjam. It was too much fun. And like this time I only stayed out till 5am so c’est bien non? Ruba, Milad (another super fun friend of Jen’s) and I went to Scream, self proclaimed as France’s “biggest gay party”. You had to wait through three separate lines to even get into the bloody place! Thank god we showed up early. The place was simply wild. And an apparent dress code of shirtless was definitely in effect #notcomplaining. #sidenote: I’ve noticed that the way people dance in this country is quite different from North America. It’s more intimate with the music and there is thankfully no concept of 1-2 step here #Ishouldlivehere. So it’s really cool going out and seeing how people dance, people watching is way better in Europe. Anyway, Scream was surreal and its easily been one of the best nights thus far. #bigfan

Reading is gross, Now on to the goodstuff! Yay Photos!!!

Jen and I at Work Camp 2010, I was stressed because my snakeskin leather jacket outfit was missing something clutch, thankfully Jen was kind enough to donate her elegant silk scarf #phew!

Jen and I in Paris 2012. Jen happens to go to the best cooking school in the world #mmmmmm. It was the natural transition from her undergrad degree in mathematics #wiferesume… (her description, not mine!).

We went to this delectable restaurant where you walk in, sit down, and are served two helpings of Steak et Frites covered in this unbelievably tasty green sauce #vegetariansnotwelcome. This place is so forward thinking that they only hire middle aged women as servers and kindly give them a uniform straight outta the 1800s #seeabove. Though I totally don’t see it as offensive and sexist but rather cultural and adorable #politicalcorrectnessfail.

This guy hit me with his damn Vespa while I was in the process of posing for a cherished photo!!! #jerk Btw this is that steak restaurant.

The architecture in Paris is so hipster and alternative that they cap ceilings at 5 feet.

Jen, I’ll say this only once, but you’re cuter than me.

Definition of a french breakfast: Cappuccino, Orange Juice, heaps of Bread, and a variety of spreads including white chocolate #whatacountry.

DAL COMM CAMEO APPEARANCE FEATURING LAURA MILLS!!! How cool is it that all my friends are on exchange?!? Laura is currently studying/partying with Chileans in Rouen.

Le Cordon Bleu’s uniform, fun stuff eh?

I totally got to sit in and watch a 3 hour cooking demo with Jen and her peers. The chef put me on the spot in front of everyone by asking me a question en français, which I of course misunderstood and provided an irrelevant answer en broken français. He then made fun of me in French, the class laughs and Jen goes bright red. He later asked if I was Jen’s “petit ami” where I use my go-to “it’s not her it’s me” line…

Of the dishes the Chef made, one was this plate of Lamb. Jen cooked a full rack of lamb the next day and I ate the entire thing. It was honestly the best piece of meat I’ve ever had and huge props to Jen. She has quite the green thumb. #wrongphrase #idiot

Damnit Spiderman, clean up your webbing #litterbug.

#2007Quinlan

#ContemporaryQuinlan #consistency

Oh no!!! What on earth can possibly save the lives of these poor withered plants!?!?!

How about a little #2007Quinlan sporting Aviators!!! #duh #sameplace

Oh shit! I just photo-vomited all over my Tubmlr!!!

Fin.

Ascending La Bastille!

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So the day before we climbed La Bastille, we decided to indulge in some French culture and go bowling (it was a school event). The difference from western bowling is that your free hand holds a pint of beer! The only thing that was worth blogging is as follows:

Noble’s Granny. Even the pins fall over from laughing so hard.

Alors! On to La Bastille! #Fierce The following pics and description in no way do this perilous climb any justice. Please view the theatrical trailer here to fully grasp the arduous journey we ventured upon. As you can see, not all of us made it out alive, thank god for repatriation insurance!!!

La Bastille is an old military fortress overlooking the …..screw that, just read the Wiki.

But seriously, the ridge La Bastille is on is a mere 10 minute walk from my residence. It’s my go-to for jogs as part of my otherworldly mission to achieve the tightest glutes in the universe! The climb up is supercool, with an array of flowers/tunnels/lookouts/dogshit/etc… It’s a staple for any visitor to this city. If have eaten too many croissants to climb, there are Les Télécabines (gondolas) that carry you up the mountain.

And so it begins!! La Bastille is the fort at the very top/middle of the picture. You can see the tiny green landing for Les Télécabines.

This is Sam and I at the beginning. We climbed up to hang out with the dude on the horse (naturally), only to be yelled at by our group for ruining their photos!!! Apparently I’m not beautiful enough for them, though its cool #imoverit.

I can’t even handle how much I love taking photos into the sunlight. Again, how am I so hipster and alternative??

Now I don’t care to admit this… but I’m like scared of heights #soft #ssshhh. With Hasan, another one of those pesky/beautiful Dal kids.

Btw I live in this city.

ONLY WHITE GUY ON THE VAUGHAN ROAD JUNIOR BASKETBALL TEAM!!! #hops. Nah I can’t actually jump that high, I’m just levitating. So of course we had to do the put-your-camera-on-timer-and-jump photo. What a winner. Our group was much bigger than this but the other guys didn’t stop and do stuff like this / didn’t know how to have fun so we lagged behing …very far behind. Photo Cred to Sue.

I knew you were just dying for another into the sun photo. I’m only meeting demand.

And after a few compound fractures and bullet wounds later, we make it to the top!! There was cocaine eeeeerywhere!

Awesome photo from the top of La Bastille with the beautiful Maddy Clement.

The victors! aka all the Dal Kids! #gotigers We like to joke that we were joined by a friendly ghost under Rebecca’s arm. We are a pretty dashing group. It’s cool as each of us only really knew one or two of the others before coming here. Yet we are such a legitimate crew and are all getting along swimmingly.

Now was about the time I left the group and belayed down the face of the mountain to catch a train pour Paris! But that’s in a future post…

C’est Tous!

Grenoble: The Beginning

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And so it begins! The past few weeks have been nothing short of phenomenal. It’s hard to imagine after so much preparation - including phoning in from a payphone in no-mans-land deep-woods Quebec in July to apply for residence - and so much anticipation that I’ve finally arrived. It’s not even real life here; at the end of every street lies a towering mountain and every corner a Boulangerie. The other day, I bought 4 chocolate croissants for 2 euros to store some back in res, but I totally ate all of them on the walk home #typical. There are 7 other kids from Dal here, aggressive eh? Most other students are the only one from their country. The school is beautiful and the classes are as boring as any other classes at any other university.

Here are a bunch of pics from out and about. We also went to the art museum here, I can describe it as I do any other museum: cool I guess

My Badass School

This is how I have fun in museums. With Lush, we were RA’s together last year #Shirliza

Ali and I had an intense discussion on whether this was modern art or a basic chair… It lead from a minor argument to a gun fight, resulting in us not being Facebook friends for almost 1 hour. Kinda a rough patch in my life.

Your essential living room circumcision painting. #obviously

Et Voila! C’est Grenoble! (don’t pronounce the “le”)

How come I’m such a hipster photographer?? #alternative

5/8 of the Dal Crew!!!

So no one told me that France was full of Fench people, I kinda feel betrayed by everyone I know. Turns out though that some of them are like legitimately nice! Cool eh? Aside from that I cannot complain. Bon Journée!