Montreal
Yo,
So I'm back from Montreal and every moment I spend in this boring-ass, lethargic city is like attaching another brick to one of my eyelashes. I loathe it here... I mean, I just lived independantly in a crazy amazing city, with an amazing wife, an amazing kitty cat, loads of CSI on DVD and what seemed like a perpetual supply of marijuana for over three weeks!!!
Now I'm again, trapped under the careful gaze of my parents. Honestly, everytime my mother tries to order me around, instruct me, advise me, do ANYthing for me... I feel like leaping into oncoming traffic. Oy... maybe I'm just cranky and bitter and sad because I miss bekky and Dylan.
Not only do I miss them but I also totally miss bekky's friends... whom I have now in my mind adopted as my own. Val and James were totally my favourites... not that favouritism is something I condone or anything... but they went to biodome with me and bek. We saw GIANT fish.
Anyhoo, I figure that since B, A and D pretty much did the same thing for three days straight, i'll describe one day in the life of us in Montreal:
It's around 2pm and Dylan is chasing a very loud cat toy around the tiny apartment. Amanda is lying under a blue sleeping bag on the couch in the living room. She opens her eyes and after adjusting to her new alertness, reaches for the remote off the floor (she cant leave it on the table because it's covered in food and weed and crap from the night before).
She turns on the TV and checks out the two channels that actually work. It appears "As The World Turns" is on channel 46. Snoogins.
She sits up and lights a cigarette... even though cigarettes taste pretty gross before brushing your teeth, it wakes her up. As the afternoon soap opera begins to bore her, she starts looking for spare pot scattered about the table. Taking bekky's old fake ID, Amanda manages to scrounge up a nice bowl. She adds a touch of tobacco, and voila! She's good to go.
She suddenly finds herself without a lighter and spends the next 5 minutes searching for one. Finally, she finds Houdini under her ass... cuz she's an idiot and she was sitting on it... again.
After smoking the bowl she scrounged up from the table, her high isn't nearly as satisfying as she knows it could be. So she smokes another bowl she chopped from previously purchased weed, that technically was supposed to be saved for emergencies. ("hey, being bored can be an emergency").
The next few hours are the best few hours of daytime TV Amanda has ever watched.
bekky's phone rings in the other room "...stole her soul from the deviiill...". Bekky answers. bekky's concious! Amanda smokes more cigarettes... maintaining her lovely high and bekky walks into the room, sits beside and Amanda and they begin to discuss their sleep. It's dark out at this point and its time to decide what to do tonight.
bekky calls James, looks like we need more weed. Val stops by for a visit, but she has to leave early because of school in the morning. bekky and amanda get dressed, walk to the videostore and talk to the native looking guy at the end of the counter after renting CSI on dvd... again.
They get home, James or Turkey or August or someone stops by with weed and bekky and I smoke and smoke and watch CSI and love CSI... and then occasionally get into really intense, totally nonpretentious conversations about life and art. These conversations usually result in some genius project the girls will partake in once school is out.
As the night rolls and the sun rises, the girls get back to sleep.... to have wonderful THC influenced dreams.
The End.
But I mean, that was us on average... we did other stuff inbetween i swear! We went to a play, biodome, we went to a few jazz clubs, few bars, grocery shopping, internet cafe a mcgill concert... t'was totally cool.
Oh... ha... remember the boy who i liked and wasnt supposed to like? yah... that happened. Basically we went out once, made out ... then I went home at 7am... then again, he came over and we had QUITE the session. There was no sex... or oral sex. Infact most of our clothes were on. This was becaise I was being a prude and had this newfound idea that boys must EARN me... haha. BUt it was a good choice. What we DID do, was awesome.... (seriously, he looked like elvis... it was like i was fooling around with elvis) aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I think thats it in terms or romantic drama and Montreal.
Grant asked me to chill this weekend.
Then he cancelled.
Surprised?
Didn't think so.
I'm putting on a play with jesse and ben!
Oh, and I dont smoke cigarettes anymore... I bummed one off some guy today but that was IT.
that was QUITE the succession of random thoughts. Whoa.
Anyhoo,
tooooooodles
Amanda
So I'm back from Montreal and every moment I spend in this boring-ass, lethargic city is like attaching another brick to one of my eyelashes. I loathe it here... I mean, I just lived independantly in a crazy amazing city, with an amazing wife, an amazing kitty cat, loads of CSI on DVD and what seemed like a perpetual supply of marijuana for over three weeks!!!
Now I'm again, trapped under the careful gaze of my parents. Honestly, everytime my mother tries to order me around, instruct me, advise me, do ANYthing for me... I feel like leaping into oncoming traffic. Oy... maybe I'm just cranky and bitter and sad because I miss bekky and Dylan.
Not only do I miss them but I also totally miss bekky's friends... whom I have now in my mind adopted as my own. Val and James were totally my favourites... not that favouritism is something I condone or anything... but they went to biodome with me and bek. We saw GIANT fish.
Anyhoo, I figure that since B, A and D pretty much did the same thing for three days straight, i'll describe one day in the life of us in Montreal:
It's around 2pm and Dylan is chasing a very loud cat toy around the tiny apartment. Amanda is lying under a blue sleeping bag on the couch in the living room. She opens her eyes and after adjusting to her new alertness, reaches for the remote off the floor (she cant leave it on the table because it's covered in food and weed and crap from the night before).
She turns on the TV and checks out the two channels that actually work. It appears "As The World Turns" is on channel 46. Snoogins.
She sits up and lights a cigarette... even though cigarettes taste pretty gross before brushing your teeth, it wakes her up. As the afternoon soap opera begins to bore her, she starts looking for spare pot scattered about the table. Taking bekky's old fake ID, Amanda manages to scrounge up a nice bowl. She adds a touch of tobacco, and voila! She's good to go.
She suddenly finds herself without a lighter and spends the next 5 minutes searching for one. Finally, she finds Houdini under her ass... cuz she's an idiot and she was sitting on it... again.
After smoking the bowl she scrounged up from the table, her high isn't nearly as satisfying as she knows it could be. So she smokes another bowl she chopped from previously purchased weed, that technically was supposed to be saved for emergencies. ("hey, being bored can be an emergency").
The next few hours are the best few hours of daytime TV Amanda has ever watched.
bekky's phone rings in the other room "...stole her soul from the deviiill...". Bekky answers. bekky's concious! Amanda smokes more cigarettes... maintaining her lovely high and bekky walks into the room, sits beside and Amanda and they begin to discuss their sleep. It's dark out at this point and its time to decide what to do tonight.
bekky calls James, looks like we need more weed. Val stops by for a visit, but she has to leave early because of school in the morning. bekky and amanda get dressed, walk to the videostore and talk to the native looking guy at the end of the counter after renting CSI on dvd... again.
They get home, James or Turkey or August or someone stops by with weed and bekky and I smoke and smoke and watch CSI and love CSI... and then occasionally get into really intense, totally nonpretentious conversations about life and art. These conversations usually result in some genius project the girls will partake in once school is out.
As the night rolls and the sun rises, the girls get back to sleep.... to have wonderful THC influenced dreams.
The End.
But I mean, that was us on average... we did other stuff inbetween i swear! We went to a play, biodome, we went to a few jazz clubs, few bars, grocery shopping, internet cafe a mcgill concert... t'was totally cool.
Oh... ha... remember the boy who i liked and wasnt supposed to like? yah... that happened. Basically we went out once, made out ... then I went home at 7am... then again, he came over and we had QUITE the session. There was no sex... or oral sex. Infact most of our clothes were on. This was becaise I was being a prude and had this newfound idea that boys must EARN me... haha. BUt it was a good choice. What we DID do, was awesome.... (seriously, he looked like elvis... it was like i was fooling around with elvis) aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I think thats it in terms or romantic drama and Montreal.
Grant asked me to chill this weekend.
Then he cancelled.
Surprised?
Didn't think so.
I'm putting on a play with jesse and ben!
Oh, and I dont smoke cigarettes anymore... I bummed one off some guy today but that was IT.
that was QUITE the succession of random thoughts. Whoa.
Anyhoo,
tooooooodles
Amanda