Sound of the drums, Beatin' in my Heart
It's spring! I actually heard the roll of thunder today and for once I was excited. (I usually am terrified of thunderstorms - well, only at night, during the day it's manageable.) There are many reasons to be excited.
1. The weather is smashing!
2. School is almost over for the summer
3. My play is coming up in one week. I'm sure as time gets closer, I'll be nervous as all get out
4. I registered for my classes today, and I only have 2 classes a semester
4a. In one of those classes I'll be writing a full lenght play
5. My parents are coming in 4 months
6. I'm probably moving out by the end of the school year
7. I can wear sandals (and have been since Monday)
8. Once school ends, I can make more money
There are also some things to be sad about
1. Lost will go on reruns soon till next September or October
1a. So will all the shows I enjoy.
2. People from school will be leaving
2a. People will be graduating (the program people, and I have learned to enjoy their company, namely Karmin, Kari, Scott and Mitch)
3. If I do move, I will really miss my landlords - they really are nice people
4. I will have to start paying off my OSAP really soon.
Holy list batman! Oh, also, I can't type worth beans today. I guess my fingers are excited too! Hope your first days of spring have gone as good as mine.
'Nuff Said
Don't Dream It's Over
So. Busybody is almost done. Two more shows tomorrow (I typed in shoes instead of shows....weird), and then strike, and then that's about it for drama. (With the exception of my big strat plan and my own show/shoe). It's been tres interesting, and Alida, the details, they are gory. I should get to bed; I'm a wee bit tired, and I know not what I'm agonna do for lunch tomorrow between shows. Oh, and Joya is one of the greatest friends ever. She is the only friend (that is in the country)/family (that is in the province) that is coming to see something that I am participating in. She's done that for all my shows, with the exception of one (but lets be honest, I really didn't do a whole lot). I'm glad she's here and willing to do this for me. It means more to me than anyone will ever know (unless you too live provinces away from your family and for the last three years they have not been able to be a part of your momentous occasions, and your friend who would come to EVERYTHING is in New York, then, you will know). Alida, I won't be home Saturday for the aformentioned reasons, but I will try calling you Sunday or Monday (I still have that hermeneutics paper to write! It's late!).
Wow, this is longer than I thought it would be.
'Nuff Said
How does It Feel?
Thus spake Bob Dylan as I left Chapters tonight. I finally had my three month review today - which is nice - it means I'm no longer seasonal, a little bit more job security. It's nice to know that I'm considered an asset to the team and they appreciate me always having a smile on my face.
But, that's not why I'm writing.
So begins the adventures of Joya and Kim.
I wanted alcohol. Sounds funny doesn't it? I don't often partake, but it nice to have sometimes, so instead of going to Kelseys and paying five dollars for one drink, we decided to go to the liquor store to get a case of 4 coolers for only $9.99. Yep, that's right - no tax. Before that we rented Just Like Heaven. We then went to the 7-11 to get some chips or whatnot. While we were leaving the car to enter the store, I asked Joya where the movie was. She said she thought I had it. I said I thought she had taken it. We realized that we probably left the movie at Blockbusters after we paid for it. We were chatting with the guy about Canadian Tire money, so our minds weren't really focused. Joya decided to call Blockbusters, but we didn't know the dude's name who had helped us, all we knew was that he had dreads. So Joya calls and says, "Can I talk to the guy with the dreads?" Apparently he was the one who picked up. Joya: "We were in earlier, we were talking to you about Canadian Tire money"... Lane (the guy with the dreads) : "Yeah, your movie is still here". How stupid are we? We always do stupid things like that when we're together. I can't remember the details, but there was another incident at Blockbuster with Joya and I did something really dumb. She can probably remember more than I can. I almost called her, but I remembered she was going home to bed, so I'll just have to wait till I can report on it.
Well, I should start heading to bed. I work eight hours tomorrow (not so bad, since I have the rest of the week off for the play) but I have an 8 to 10 page paper on Matthew 20:1-16 due on Monday and all I've done is bookmark the section in the books I got out. But yeah for me for getting those books out!!!!
Ciao
The Hurtin's on Me Now
Ok....ok. So.....promise you won't judge alright? I was invited by a friend of a friend to accompany them on a ladies night to the Whiskey. There was a limo involved, and I was really excited a) to get out of the house and b) to ride in a limo. What I didn't realize was that on Thursday's at the Whiskey was Ladies Night, and it wasn't just a girl's night out as I had originally thought. When I told Peter and Sharla my plans for the evening, they made reference to male stripping, but since the girls didn't tell me that was involved (a pretty crucial point I think) I just assumed it wasn't going to be going on whilst I was there. I was wrong.
Now I was still feeling pretty ill, so some of the evening wasn't really fun. Some was absolutley funny. Like the male "stripping", which wasn't very hot at all. They looked absolutely ridiculous, and the whole time I was wondering if they could take themselves seriously at all. So that was my Thursday night. Joya and I left early so while we were waiting for Graham to pick us up we waited at the pub - it wasn't as male-cougaresque and a wee bit quieter. Joya was in the midst of taking a picture of herself when a dude walked up, took the camera from her and said, I'll take a picture of you. Joya finally capitulated and I guess all was well until he said, "Like you love me now!". Poor Joya. But wait, that's not the end. He decided he wanted to take a picture of both of us so he backs up and says, "Ok, now picture me naked". Flash, the picture is taken. When Joya and I looked at the picture our faces were awash of part revulsion, shock and "what the deuce do I do?" Then we went home. Oh, did I mention I have $150 dollars worth of gift certificates for drinks there? Well I do.
Well, it's going to be a very busy 2 weeks.
20 page paper due Thursday, I've barely started
A 10 page paper due Monday, I keep forgetting to get the library books out I need. Tomorrow Kim!!!
Then next week is Tech Week for Busybody. Or is it hell week? I'll never know.
After that is just one week before my show. It's invite only. Why? It's the first time I've allowed anyone other than a professor to read something I've written, much less directed it. I need people to understand that this is as much a learning project for me to write and direct, but also to let things go and realize that not everything I write/choose will please everyone. I am going to invite everyone I think will understand that. Just about everyone who reads this blog (and others) will probably get an invite, I just wanted you all to understand my reasonings for such.
That is all.
Ciao
I Did My Best, It Wasn't Much
Ask me how my Thursday night went sometime. I don't think I'll post on it, because well, it's a better story to tell in person, and I don't want people to think the less of me.
On to less fun things. I've been sick for the past little while. Wednesday I was sick at work and came home, Thursday I felt fine until I ate something then I was sick again, Friday once again I was fine until I ate something and left work early. I've figured out the interim cure. Don't eat
anything.................and the only thing that makes me feel ok is 7up. So I will be taking that to work with me. I hope it does it's job. I want to do mine. Being sick means that I haven't been doing anything, much less my homework, so I am going to be a giant stressball, and that probably means I'll get sicker because I'll be so manic. Oy, such a vicious cycle. I guess I better fill up my nalgene with pop now.
Ciao
Deliver Me, I Deliver You
I send a question out to the void. As a person of faith, believing that, upon death, they will reach heaven and the ultimate reward, is it selfish of them to want the doctors to fight for them if they are in a terrible accident, or should they just sign a DNR order? I know the story changes when one reaches a certain age, so for arguments sake, lets say the person is younger than 55. Thoughts?
Also, I've been debating whether I should become a bone marrow donor. Thoughts on that?
Ciao
Wanted, Dead or Alive
My eye has been sporadically twitching since the musical showcase at the beginning of February. It's recently getting worse as it gets its spasms every hour or so. It's actually starting to hurt a wee bit too. People seem to think it's stress related, and I reckon they are right.
I've discovered some things in the past week.
1. I can't paint
2. I can't speak in a proper British accent. It seems I can only do it when I'm making fun of Hugh Grant or Keira Knightly.
3. I have a Berble midterm on Monday
4. My brain leaks onto my scalp making my hair on the top of my head never ever dry no matter how hot/long I blow dry it.
5. I could have added chicken to that ceasar salad I bought the other day.
6. Even though people only have a small paragraph to memorize in my play they can stil make up words and screw it up horribly and then had the gall to say "are you sure" when told they were saying them wrong.
But sometimes being a director is fun
Ciao
