Devil's day
6/6/06
What a day.
Well, it started off normal enough. I half-slept through another English class - I'm not a morning person. Next was Writer's Craft where I anxiously hoped I wouldn’t have to read my ISP. I just don’t think my United Nations themed short story is the type of thing to be read out - loud. Too much UN jargon. I know, like, is that even possible? I mean, nothing keeps me alert like a nice, good, long GA assembly. Ahh.
Art is driving me lead-paint crazeh. I cannot believe I have to set up my whole show tomorrow. I still have to finish my paintings and put together a promo-piece. Those of you in art know my pain all too well. I guess it’ll all come together somehow and soon we’ll all be in a shuddering, crying heap reminiscing about how much we all love art and FORGETTING THE PAIN!!!
After school we watched the Cast 1 video of Seussical in the theatre. What a memory trip. It’s really interesting to see the show from the audience’s point of view, seeing each moment, both the awkward ones and the brilliant ones. And I must say, Seussical is one effed up musical, but I love it!
I got a call from my dad on the way to the subway. He had good news. Apparently a man came into the bookstore looking for music books. They got to talking and my dad asked if he was a musician. “Yes I am,” the man replied, “I’m in a band called Radiohead.”
It turned out to be Colin Greenwood, Radiohead’s bass player. And if that’s not crazy cool enough, he gave my daddy-o 4 free tickets for their show tomorrow night at the Hummingbird Centre. WHAAAAT?! The Bazuin clan and Jay are mos def hittin’ that up tomorrow night, art ISP or not.
As I walked out of College station sipping an iced cap (my crack) I smiled as I saw Zanta Ho Ho to my right, flexing in the middle of Yonge St. An ambulance blasted up the street, swerved, and plowed over the meridian towards Zanta. He jumped back scowling as it tore past, sirens blaring. Oh downtown Toronto, so predictable in your sweet mayhem.
What a day.
Well, it started off normal enough. I half-slept through another English class - I'm not a morning person. Next was Writer's Craft where I anxiously hoped I wouldn’t have to read my ISP. I just don’t think my United Nations themed short story is the type of thing to be read out - loud. Too much UN jargon. I know, like, is that even possible? I mean, nothing keeps me alert like a nice, good, long GA assembly. Ahh.
Art is driving me lead-paint crazeh. I cannot believe I have to set up my whole show tomorrow. I still have to finish my paintings and put together a promo-piece. Those of you in art know my pain all too well. I guess it’ll all come together somehow and soon we’ll all be in a shuddering, crying heap reminiscing about how much we all love art and FORGETTING THE PAIN!!!
After school we watched the Cast 1 video of Seussical in the theatre. What a memory trip. It’s really interesting to see the show from the audience’s point of view, seeing each moment, both the awkward ones and the brilliant ones. And I must say, Seussical is one effed up musical, but I love it!
I got a call from my dad on the way to the subway. He had good news. Apparently a man came into the bookstore looking for music books. They got to talking and my dad asked if he was a musician. “Yes I am,” the man replied, “I’m in a band called Radiohead.”
It turned out to be Colin Greenwood, Radiohead’s bass player. And if that’s not crazy cool enough, he gave my daddy-o 4 free tickets for their show tomorrow night at the Hummingbird Centre. WHAAAAT?! The Bazuin clan and Jay are mos def hittin’ that up tomorrow night, art ISP or not.
As I walked out of College station sipping an iced cap (my crack) I smiled as I saw Zanta Ho Ho to my right, flexing in the middle of Yonge St. An ambulance blasted up the street, swerved, and plowed over the meridian towards Zanta. He jumped back scowling as it tore past, sirens blaring. Oh downtown Toronto, so predictable in your sweet mayhem.