Watching myself act is too difficult to describe.  That screening was fun, without question...but when my scene came up, I was dead silent.  I started getting back into the feel of the character, and fought back tears.

Always fighting back, I suppose.

August 25th brought a sleepover party at Carly's house.  Rock candy, beanbags for a bed, cross-town hunting for gift giving...good times altogether.  Carly's a fun lady.

On the 26th, I joined a number of Summer Drama Festival friends for a trip to Kingdom.  I walked there and back mostly barefoot.  Drunkenly washing my feet in parking lot sprinklers proved fun.  I ended up eating for free at a fast food place, after causing a loud scene among our group.  Awesome.

The 27th was going to be a lazy day, but became a long, busy day of fun.  Meghan began moving her belongings into the house - finally!!! - joined by her brother, parents, boyfriend, boyfriend's brother, and boyfriend's parents.  Wonderful times.

Shortly before they headed out again, Lisa called and invited me to her apartment that night, for a gathering.  I invited Carly to join me.  Lisa's neighbor supplied everyone with a free shot of vodka.  So strong.  Good times there, that night.

Carly and I were craving bubble tea, so we skipped out relatively early.  Bubble teas in hand, we travelled over to the Underground, which we were both too broke to enter.  I seem to recall Brodie saying my bubble tea tasted like old ladies...pah.  Shows him:  how does he know what old ladies taste like?  Hah.

After lovely conversations with everyone we saw that we knew, we headed off.  We both recognized Graeme and freaked out - and then freaked out some more, realizing that we keep discovering mutual friends between the two of us.  (How weren't we friends sooner...?)  He asked why we were leaving.  We were too broke.  He offered to pay for both of us to get in.  We argued.  A lot.  Finally, he won.  What a nice boy!  Moneybags...

Silent Film Soundtrack was wonderful...so lucky to see them so soon after Murdered City!  Inflation Kills was great, as per usual.  No disappointment, here.

Also:  hilarity regarding Chris not knowing my last name.  Svrasso?  Williams?  Too much funny.

Carly, Chris, Phil Williams, and I went to the Pita Pit.  Yum.  Melissa was there - so good to see her.  We travelled over to Chris' house, and sat outside.  Phil told us about something he was planning.  His girlfriend is so, so lucky.

The next day (the 28th), I worked.  After work, I met Noa and her friends at East Side Mario's to celebrate her five year anniversary in Canada.  Always lots of laughs with that lady.

I have no recollection of what I did on the 29th, aside from work.  Bargh.

On the 30th, Noa and I embarked upon a cross-city adventure that lasted all day.  First, I had to pick up a package that I wasn't home to receive.  It was sent to the delivery centre...all the fucking way across town.  UGH.  Oh, I still haven't called around to bitch about that...

Anyway, we FINALLY made it to the end of the world (ha) after bus conversations of moment theories, and life perspectives.  Many good talks.  Then, we went over many more streets, on foot, for Noa to apply for her SIN card.  Then, we went downtown, and transferred onto a bus that took us to the mall.  For the first time in two years, I got my hair cut...gasp.  It's pretty sexy though.  Our travels back to our respective houses caused this new hairdo to become all windblown...so hot, haha.  Pretend-adopted-baby-brother Phil came over that night, and we watched a movie.  Then he went home in the rain.

That was my last day of summer.

On the 31st, I worked in the morning.  I made some phone calls, did some stuff around the house to prepare for my ladies moving back in, and then Welcome Week rep training began.

Training was such a blur.  I met so many amazing individuals.

I was a rep for Moulton Hall, which was co-ed for the first time this year.  Welcome Week began on the 3rd, but the residence I was a rep for didn't move in until the 4th...so our team helped Matthews Hall move in.

Shane comforted me, as I tried to worry silently.
I was spotted, and I had to share this worry - but I said I didn't want it to be anything.
And I was told to disregard it...
When it comes down to it, though, truths cannot be disregarded - even if you want to try to ignore them.
If they exist, they exist, and you can't change that.

Our frosh were incredible.  Not only did they learn the cheers quickly, but it wasn't hard to get them to participate...that is something you can't teach.

I will never forget the times I shared with my team members - Ashley's huge, infectious energy, always keeping everyone going...the talks I shared with Alaina, especially on our walk home...Ted's cutting sense of humor (and our awesome floor motto...ha!)...the car rides with Alex, and the time I really got to confide in her...Kirby's dedication, and consistent assistance...Heidi's crazy and rambunctious spirit...Kerry's caring, kind heart...Julie's drive and motivation...the hysterical laughter with Paul, especially when we were coming up with cheers...and Dee's encouragement and leadership.  All of it - unforgettable.

When it comes to the week on whole, though, I will remember,
that you cannot teach empathy
nor selflessness...

You can't ask to be loved.
You can't ask to be included.
You can't ask to be a part of the bigger picture.

No matter how lovely the frame is, you can't fake the image.

Alanna's brother was not only one of my frosh, but he lives on the floor I was assigned.  Ha!  Even stranger:  one of his roommates (there's three in his room, total) is from Simcoe.  Too weird...

Oh, and Sam Roberts gave me a low five during his show.  Haha.  Blah, blah, Welcome Week, blah, the end.  The frosh in Moulton don't yet realize how big each others' hearts are, but I hope they will.  I'm sure they will.

Last night was the first of two Wreck The Rep nights this week.  Probably more to come in the future, haha.  Sophie joined me, yay!  Always good times with her.  My plan for the evening?  Drink until stupid, leave immediately following.  And it happened!  In about 40 minutes, this lightweight had consumed TEN shots.  I'm not currently hungover, really...but my brain definitely wants to remind me that I drank last night, ha.  I'm excited for Thursday night.

I have so much more on my mind right now, but I can't sum it up in a few words.  More entries, and hopefully more frequent entries, to follow.

Three weeks.
It's been three weeks since my last entry, and so much has changed, so much...