What condition my condition was in...
Hello folks. I find it hard to believe that I'm starting my 4th week of the semester tomorrow, but that's life for you. Moves on whether you like it or not.
A lot of fun events have gone by since last I posted, but for the most part, I'm kind of down and out of sorts. Though nearly a third of my semester has passed, I can't quite get into the swing of things, resorting to using my "disability student" card more than once, when I probably could have just managed my time better. I can't say that I'm not a little seasonally affected... I feel the change of season at this time most accutely, and frankly, I am going to hate the winter. I don't do hockey, I'm unsure at best on ice and snow, and I would rather be warm and snuggly. Granted, if you have someone to get all warm and snuggly with then you're fairly set. But I don't even want to get into that aspect of things.
Ok, enough harping, onto good things. Did I ever mention that all girls from Louisiana are awesome? Ok, so I only know two, now, but both of them are a credit to their roots. Amanda is of course my fabulous roommate, and her best friend Claire is too great to not love. I wish that Claire was living up here as an honourary Canadian too, but I suppose we can drag her up her for another visit really soon.
Laura is back in the country too, and we've been up to our regularly scheduled hijinks. Last weekend was especially fun, as we caused a disturbance involving Mates of State, some bruschetta and some of Phill's mary-jawana. Nothing like running for the last train to Main Street station at 2am, walking through teh sketch and trying to get enough sleep to make it through a full day at Canada's Wonderland. I hadn't been to that park in about 4 years, and I'd have to say that while the rides were fun, the highlight was trying to recreate a certain coaster face on every ride we went on. Once we mastered it on The Fly and made purchase to forever memorialize it, the thrill was gone and we were out of there.
The big, sad, how-am-I-going-to-deal-with-this news is that Johanna, my best friend of, I dunno, 8 years, left on Wednesday for Brussels for her exciting new internship there, and most likely won't be back until July 2007. Being the fiesty globe-trotter that she is, we've had our time apart before, but this is the longest, and the first since 2001, a time when we were not as tight as we are now. I went down on Tuesday to Peterborough to see her, have dinner with her family and help her pack. What do you say to someone you won't see for 10 months? We basically talked as we normally did, folding laundry and hemming pants. But really, it was so nice... and not the first time I've hemmed things in her parent's little sewing room. I can recall hemming my newly finished grade 11 formal dress in there as we watched the Miss Universe pagent with her brother Jeremy, who is now a world-class fashion designer. How time flies.
I may never be a world class fashion designer... because I don't want to... but I may be on my way to world class costume making. Looks like I have an interview/sewing test at Stratford on October 21st. If I get the gig, it'll be for next season, and I'd probably have to leave school and sublet my room and find something there. The town is nice, but my life is here, and the thought of leaving it behind is filling me with no small amount of dread. But an opportunity like this one won't come around everyday, and I really don't want to be waiting until 2008, so I have to go for it. I may need some psychic hand-holding from you folks.
Other than that, this weekend has been spent alternately being very lazy, and catching Shout Out Out Out Out on Friday with the lovely ladies Sarah, Krista, Mavis and Hilary. After some problems, Pete was able to join us with his friend Jess who was visiting from Boston. Dancing ensued. Last night I discovered that one of my all-time favourite movies, The Big Lebowski, was playing at the Bloor, so Pete, Jess, Ian and I caught it while covertly drinking smuggled in white russians. You rule, Pete. That may be my... second favourite viewing of the movie ever.
I'm sure my emotional state is merely a cocktail of poor weather, colds, a missing ipod and a touch of the lonelies. Nothing I can't shrug off with some lovely hugs and good people.
A lot of fun events have gone by since last I posted, but for the most part, I'm kind of down and out of sorts. Though nearly a third of my semester has passed, I can't quite get into the swing of things, resorting to using my "disability student" card more than once, when I probably could have just managed my time better. I can't say that I'm not a little seasonally affected... I feel the change of season at this time most accutely, and frankly, I am going to hate the winter. I don't do hockey, I'm unsure at best on ice and snow, and I would rather be warm and snuggly. Granted, if you have someone to get all warm and snuggly with then you're fairly set. But I don't even want to get into that aspect of things.
Ok, enough harping, onto good things. Did I ever mention that all girls from Louisiana are awesome? Ok, so I only know two, now, but both of them are a credit to their roots. Amanda is of course my fabulous roommate, and her best friend Claire is too great to not love. I wish that Claire was living up here as an honourary Canadian too, but I suppose we can drag her up her for another visit really soon.
Laura is back in the country too, and we've been up to our regularly scheduled hijinks. Last weekend was especially fun, as we caused a disturbance involving Mates of State, some bruschetta and some of Phill's mary-jawana. Nothing like running for the last train to Main Street station at 2am, walking through teh sketch and trying to get enough sleep to make it through a full day at Canada's Wonderland. I hadn't been to that park in about 4 years, and I'd have to say that while the rides were fun, the highlight was trying to recreate a certain coaster face on every ride we went on. Once we mastered it on The Fly and made purchase to forever memorialize it, the thrill was gone and we were out of there.
The big, sad, how-am-I-going-to-deal-with-this news is that Johanna, my best friend of, I dunno, 8 years, left on Wednesday for Brussels for her exciting new internship there, and most likely won't be back until July 2007. Being the fiesty globe-trotter that she is, we've had our time apart before, but this is the longest, and the first since 2001, a time when we were not as tight as we are now. I went down on Tuesday to Peterborough to see her, have dinner with her family and help her pack. What do you say to someone you won't see for 10 months? We basically talked as we normally did, folding laundry and hemming pants. But really, it was so nice... and not the first time I've hemmed things in her parent's little sewing room. I can recall hemming my newly finished grade 11 formal dress in there as we watched the Miss Universe pagent with her brother Jeremy, who is now a world-class fashion designer. How time flies.
I may never be a world class fashion designer... because I don't want to... but I may be on my way to world class costume making. Looks like I have an interview/sewing test at Stratford on October 21st. If I get the gig, it'll be for next season, and I'd probably have to leave school and sublet my room and find something there. The town is nice, but my life is here, and the thought of leaving it behind is filling me with no small amount of dread. But an opportunity like this one won't come around everyday, and I really don't want to be waiting until 2008, so I have to go for it. I may need some psychic hand-holding from you folks.
Other than that, this weekend has been spent alternately being very lazy, and catching Shout Out Out Out Out on Friday with the lovely ladies Sarah, Krista, Mavis and Hilary. After some problems, Pete was able to join us with his friend Jess who was visiting from Boston. Dancing ensued. Last night I discovered that one of my all-time favourite movies, The Big Lebowski, was playing at the Bloor, so Pete, Jess, Ian and I caught it while covertly drinking smuggled in white russians. You rule, Pete. That may be my... second favourite viewing of the movie ever.
I'm sure my emotional state is merely a cocktail of poor weather, colds, a missing ipod and a touch of the lonelies. Nothing I can't shrug off with some lovely hugs and good people.