turn on the lights!/our eyes are tired

Oh man, I put off updating for SO LONG...oops. For good reason, though: this has been possibly the most busy I've ever been in my life.

...And among the stress that inevitably occurs when one becomes so busy, the greats almost seem to become greater - in greater frequencies, as though the space between each becomes lesser and lesser...

Backtrack...hahaha oh man, here we go - good thing I have messenger histories and (to a lesser extent) calendars to help me remember things a little better...

May 3rd brought about an early shift at work, which was pretty ridiculous following my last all-nighter update, hahaha! My meeting afterward was actually moved to the next day, as a lot of changes were underway at the office. Phew! That would've been tiring, considering the all-nighter I pulled for my last update, haha. Since it was cancelled, I napped...for about six hours, heh, oops.

The next day, I went to the rescheduled meeting. Then I worked a weird 2pm-5pm shift. So random. Looks like I spent the rest of the day in my underthings, catching up on chores like laundry and such. I went to bed relatively early that night...for once, ha.

I had messaged Josh for the first time in a few days prior to my trip planned for that weekend, and since I hadn't seen him in YEARS, I suggested we hangout - and even invited him to join me that Saturday night. He was free, and he agreed (yay!) so he had given me his number to call him at some point while I was there.

The next day I woke up pretty early and made a trip out to Lime Ridge for some random errands. I wanted to get my hair cut that day, but the place I've grown fond of was completely booked up, pooh. As per usual, I bought piles and piles of shit I don't really need - however, I use everything I buy, so I suppose that's better than buying shit I don't need AND never use. Right? Anyway...

When I got home, I made a last minute appointment to get my eyebrows done. I ran over, and before I left, I got a complimentary - and sososo pretty - makeup application! So fun. I made a quick stop at home to touch it up (I'm picky about my makeup, what can I say?) and got everything ready for my trip that night. I checked some messages, and left Joel some messages. Then, I ran to work, as I had a 5-9 shift that night. Joel called at one point, and I told him he should join me on my adventure. As chance would have it, he had plans in Toronto that night, so I talked him into leaving a bit later than he had planned, so we could take the bus together! He met me at work, and we took the bus from the store right to the GO Station.

I brought a bottle of Tough Shit with me (heh) and drank it on the bus. I rested my head on Joel's shoulder for most of the ride; I may or may not have fallen asleep for a while, I don't remember exactly. When we got to Toronto, we...wandered around. I didn't exactly have the clearest directions to the party, haha oops. Joel was actually pretty patient with me through most of it. We saw a Hummer limo and Joel cracked a joke about how Cities In Dust was probably inside, ahaha.

Eventually, wandering around on foot wasn't cutting it, so we decided to hop in a cab. Of all cabs, we hopped into the one belonging to Mr. Geography. I'm not joking. We didn't get a single one right - and he answered our questions with no hesitation. After some more looking (the instructions were a bit more vague than I thought, oops) Joel got a bit frustrated, as it was getting fairly late, so he hopped out of the cab.

Honestly, I started to panic a little bit. I asked the driver if he had a cell, let alone if he would mind me using it. He didn't mind in the slightest. When I called Deja, she told me to look for an open front door - we were only a few houses away. Relief! I told her I'd see her in a minute, and gave the driver his cell back...and rounded up the fee by a few dollars. :)

My goodness, Deja's father's loft was gorgeous. I was so overwhelmed just wandering around, looking around - especially on the balcony! What a terribly gorgeous view...too bad it was a bit rainy (and juuust a bit too cold) that night. Once I finished off the Tough Shit I didn't drink any more - I did have a bit of coffee though, I was pretty tired by then, hahaha. I met some really nice people that night. This one guy looked JUST LIKE MATTY SPIRZGLAS AAAH. Haha. Around 3am, maybe closer to 4am, I intended to "gather my bearings," we'll say...and basically ended up starting to fall asleep, haha. I found a spot upstairs on a LEOPARD PRINT COUCH. My liiife. It kinda sucked 'cause I didn't have a blanket (there was none left to be had, growf) and it was a bit too firm - countless times, I'd wake up because I wasn't comfortable anymore, but I couldn't move or I'd freeze! It sucked at the time, but looking back it's pretty funny to think about.

I woke up still a wee bit cold, and with the BIGGEST pain in my hip kinda extending into part of my bum. Worst. I washed up and changed and took in more of the loft with a different perspective - a day one, haha. Gradually, everyone that stayed woke up. We lazed around sharing favorite moments from the night. We helped put things away and helped clean everything up - I helped Deja wash the grime off the stairs, haha. We collected our belongings, and headed out for breakfast together.

We went to a place at the end of Deja's street, a little corner restaurant. OH MAN, best french toast of my fucking life. I told everyone about the smokeout my friend Rebecca had told me about, how I'd be meeting her and Monica there at some point, and I invited them all to join me; someone let me use their cell to find out where they were, and a couple people from the group decided they'd come along with me. After a slow, long breakfast, we headed back toward Deja's place. She and her boy stayed there, and the rest of us - Miranda, and two boys (whose names I forget, as I am an asshole) wandered off to find Queen's Park.

We ended up wandering all over, with more cell-borrowing to catch up with Rebecca, hahaha. Through our talks, one of the guys was saying how he wished there was a TV show featuring nothing but hungover people, the morning after a party - so funny. After so much more wandering, I suggested we hop in a cab, but that was vetoed. I got grouchy after a while 'cause my ass still ached from sleeping on that couch, haha. We passed by the Edge, and stopped there for a bit. The Strokes were going to be there in about an hour, but we decided that we really wanted to get to the park, so we left. So close, and yet so far! Haha.

After a few more phone calls to Rebecca, we FINALLY found the park. I called one last time as we got closer, and then I finally found my ladies! And oh, the smoking...sooo much smoking, haha. Apparently 20000 people were there. That's amazing if it's anywhere near accurate, ha! The weather was so perfect that day, so perfect.

A while later, one of the boys suggested we go to his friend's squash tournament. I said goodbye to Rebecca and Monica, and we left. What a strange experience...I think I lasted a whole match before Miranda came and sat by me, asking if I felt as awkward - and as hungry - as she did. We decided to leave, and said goodbye to the guys.

We walked around for a bit, trying to pick somewhere to go for dinner. Of all places, we settled on the Hard Rock Café, haha! I ate expensive french fries. They were pretty good though, so I can't complain. We had a really nice chat while we ate - actually, that whole time was full of nice chats! We walked a little more, and then eventually Miranda had to catch a bus back to Hamilton. She looked so worried that she'd be leaving me to wander around on my own, but I assured her I'd be fine, and we parted ways.

I wandered around Queen Street for a while, knowing that there had to be an internet café around somewhere...I decided not to bother trying to find a payphone. I walked too far in one direction before asking someone where I might find one - and with their direction, backtracked and found it. I wasn't logged in for much longer than a minute before he messaged me with a big WHERE ARE YOUUU! I told him where I was, and to come get me, haha. I waited outside and gave him a giant hug when he got there.

Josh was pretty tired (and so was I, by then) so we went to a coffee shop that frequents. I didn't get anything though. He told me about Toronto, his favorite stores, his experiences throughout the time he's been there. We talked, and he shared some huge words with me - huge thoughts.

I'm glad he was there for that talk.
I missed him so much, but could have missed him so much more.

He told me about the boy he's fond of these days. The connection they share seems so lovely, so real. I'm so happy for him.

We stopped by his place, and I fixed myself up a bit. We wandered over to Paddy Murphy's and spent time outside for a while. Jeff wasn't even there yet! Haha. We went inside and sat at a booth, and Josh bought us drinks, mmm cranberry.

A little while later, Jeff got there, and we dancedancedanced. Oh, he gave me a FAMOUS PLAYER$ mix! I listened to that for so many days, hahaha. Mandy was there too! I don't even remember the last time I saw her pretty face before that, gosh. The Strokes didn't show up, surprise surprise haha. Someone had taken a poster off the wall and rolled it up, and just left it on one of the benches, so I took it, HAH! There were some pretty interesting characters there that night...definitely a different vibe from the last time I came out to see them, haha.

When we left, we stopped by a pizza place - I was SO hungry ahaha. I got a really amazing slice of cheese pizza...oh man, so good. Whatever they did different, they did really well, haha. As we continued along our trek back to his apartment, Josh mentioned how we were close to his favorite little store. He said we should go there sometime. As he approached the door I laughed; it was well past 1am! And then...ding!...he opened the door for me. It was seriously open, I was so stunned. And what a cute little shop! All kinds of jewelry, incense, carved goods...amazing. Next time I hope I have more money so I'm not terrified of being too broke to get back to Union Station on time, haha! We finally got back to his apartment, and quietly went to his room, heh...

The next morning, Josh told me he saw me shiver in my sleep. Bahaha. He walked me out, and gave me PERFECT directions back, haha! I decided to walk there, the weather was so amazing. Of course, I stopped off at McDonald's for a meatless Big Mac meal. A man remarked about how I must be vegetarian, and how that was an "interesting" order, heh. He was pretty nice though. I got to my bus in more than enough time, hooray!

The girl sitting behind me spent most of the ride on her phone, saying something about an audition she had coming up.

And bathing suits.
And former awkwardness, and future awkwardness, like it was nothing - really, nothing.
It really was nothing. No pretense, no charade.

That simply will not be me.

I got off the bus quite near my house, and took my time getting ready for the evening. Yep, I never stop, hahaha. After a few hours, I bathed, and then eventually did my hair and makeup and everything. Then I went to the Underground. I forget the whole lineup, but it doesn't matter - I was just going to see We're Marching On, I think they were playing second. UGH SO GOOD. I hadn't seen them since Murdered City! It was the one boy's birthday, fuck, I forget his name every time...regardless, his dark-haired bandmate's tangled-hood double-hoodie business bothered me senseless, and much hilarity ensued from that, heh.

Then...I said goodbye to them and ran off to the Casbah! Haha. Mayor McCa was playing his first show in Hamilton since his goodbye show, awww. Holyyy funny. Oh man, the way he sang One Million Songs For You...the instruments were basically recorded, and he kinda paced back and forth singing with it, swinging his arms like a little kid, behind himself and then in front of himself. It was so wonderful!

The next morning (May 8th...this really IS going to be a long entry...) I was up early for something, I just don't know what that was. Maybe one of those pre-audition-day rehearsals I arranged? Ah, well. I worked with Zach that evening, and had rehearsal of my own after work.

Apparently I didn't work the next morning, as I was originally scheduled...odd. That night I definitely attended my summer school class for the first time. I totally signed up for it at the last possible chance, haha. Talk about falling behind...more than usual. Ha. The following day (the 10th) I worked a morning shift, and then auditioned somebody. On my way home, I decided to stop in at a little clothing shop in Westdale...and tried on a CUTE black dress. I went home...and got my debit card and went back to buy it, heh. SO CUTE!

Danny came over that night to hangout. We smoked, I shared a whole bunch of music with him. I am bad with words and I was a jerk when he saw me to the bus, haha ugh. I went to Lisa's house, and we headed off to the Underground, as we both obtained free passes for that night's show one night, when we went to a show together at the Casbah sometime a week or two prior. Since it was free, we basically went to support Zach, and then planned to meet up with Ben at the Casbah, heh. I sat where Zach usually gets up on, hoping to prevent him from doing so - Lisa sat there with me. Well, he went for it near the end of their set, regardless...and cracked his head off of a light, effectively falling on top of us. Hilarious. He said something like "we're Cities In Dust, and we're never playing Hamilton again, goodnight." Haha, worst.

After their set, we headed down to the Casbah. HOLY CRAP, DRUMS AND TUBA. What ridiculous music, oh boy. I remember hanging out in the Lounge, too, but I don't remember what was happening in there that night. I may or may not have made a trip to Absinthe that night, too. In any case, I definitely didn't get home until like 3am. Fun night overall!

The next day (May 11th) I know I had night class, and I remember not being able to go buy my books (for night class) that day, for some reason. I pulled an all-nighter to clean my room that night...not just because I am a fool (ha) but it was getting really terribly gross. I mean, really. The following morning, I took a webcam shot of the dust pile I gathered. Gag-worthyyy. Dust and glitter and hair and...sand? Whatever it might have actually been, it doesn't matter. I'm pretty gross, basically.

...I guess that's what happens when you're busy being a rockstar, hahhh.

I handed in my 4A06 ("Honours Performance Project") proposal that day.
I was fine until I waited by the elevators to leave...
Then I started to feel nauseous, short of breath;
Then I realized, I just had to wait. There was nothing more I could do.

I went to the Casbah Lounge that night (the 12th) to see Trevor and Mike be DJs, heh. I had so many other places to go to, but I'm pretty sure I just stayed there all night. For once...haha.

And then sleeping in until the late afternoon the next day.
And sleeping through the storm that rocked the power supply on my computer.
SO MADDENING!

Thankfully, Leeann is a wonderful housemate, and she was with me the whole, frustrating way to getting it fixed! Awww. :) We ordered pizza together that night. I got to bed around 1am, in the hopes of getting myself back into a normal sleeping routine. It...almost worked, ha.

I worked on the 14th, also spending some time with Lisa and my dear friend karaoke, haha! That was pretty fun.

The next night was my audition date for the play I'm directing, IRIS (it stands for several words but psh, IRIS will suffice for this entry, haha). It was a slooow, looong night, phew. Considering not many people showed up, it went relatively well...even though that wasn't the last of the auditions I would see.

Sigh.

Anyway.

The following day (May 16th), I spent a ridiculous amount of time on the bus...I had to go way the hell out to the east end of the city for stupid x-rays for my orthodontist, and their west office machine apparently broke. I haven't had braces since BEFORE high school, god. If my next appointment isn't my final one, I'm going to be so unhappy...as great as he is, I mean...come on...anyway, that night, my night class ended early! Haha yay! I'm pretty sure I spent time with Lisa for a while that night, since class ended early and all. Good times.

The next day, my mother came to see me! She took me to the grocery store. :) After she left, I walked out to the lil' ol' salon to pay for the lil' ol' package deal I managed to score: a manicure, pedicure, and facial, scheduled for the end of the month. Best self-present EVER, haha. I had a meeting regarding IRIS, then a quick bank visit to arrange and change some things. I think that was the night I went to see Le Premier Jardin, really interesting concept to that play - Marisa probably doesn't even realize how stage-smart she is as a director! I apparently went to Snooty for a bit that night...I totally don't even remember who I went with, aaah. I remember feeling somewhat socially hesitant though, and talking to a few friends outside about how it was probably best that I leave. I remember that so vividly, and yet I don't think I really know why that happened, hm.

I had a group meeting before class the next night (May 18th), and then after class I went to Monica's house, for the cast party for Marisa's play. Oh man, what a ridiculously fun night. It was the perfect turnaround from that inexplicable antisocial mood the night prior. I remember keeping Monica from finishing her vodka (so...much...BOOZE in that girl, haha) and I remember laughing a lot, all night. :)

I woke up relatively late on the 19th, and worked that evening. That night, I went to the Casbah to FINALLY see the Wink Burlesque girls. The opening bands didn't really do much for me, I ended up spending a fair amount of time in the Lounge. They had Lucky Skull Accessories present with some of their merch set up, for sale, also selling tickets for a draw - a gift basket with a whole bunch of their stuff in it. I went up at one point and asked to buy a ticket. The girl asked if I wanted "just one," and I told her, "it just takes one to win." I'm so sly, haha.

The girls had a couple contests for free stuff they provided themselves, and I went up for a pick-up line contest. I think I got the best reaction, but I didn't win hahaha - for my pick-up line, I asked for a boy wearing pants, not shorts, to approach the stage. (I can't just SAY pick-up lines, I gotta use them, hahaaa.) When one finally did, I went "hey, so uh, are you from Japan?" He was white, so he obviously said no. And I went "well you should be...'cause ja pants would look REAL nice on my FLOOR..." OH MAN, heh, I didn't win but at least I made a bunch of people laugh!

It ended up being awesome, though...later they did the Lucky Skull Accessories draw, and I won! :D Cutest shit ever, oh man. There's a whole bunch of flowers of different sizes and varieties and colors, even a little butterfly, and a blue plaid bow. They all have a little skull bead right in the center. So badass, heh.

The burlesque show was super cute. So many boobies! Hahaha. Such fun.

The next day (May 20th) I only know that I had a long bath. I probably didn't accomplish much else...and I think I didn't go to a show I had been planning to attend because it was cancelled, as far as I can recall.

On May 21st, I worked all day, and then rushed home to eat before rehearsal. After rehearsal I definitely went to karaoke at Snooty again. Hahaha best. I got a lot of hooting and hollering when I sang - both following, and DURING my rendition of What's Up...good ol' 4 Non-Blondes, bahaha. I am awesome at life! Haha.

On the 22nd, I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything in the morning...let alone all day. I had rehearsal that night though. Afterward I decided to see if my friends were still having their Simpsons marathon. In, um...a classified location, cough...and they were! Me and Allan and Kyrsten ordered pizza together, best idea of life. We were there until sometime shortly after 11pm. Apparently they had started pretty early that day...ridiculous!

Apparently I didn't do anything on the 23rd, aside from attending class. That doesn't seem right...ah, well.

On May 24th I woke up relatively early and made another mall trip to get some final "necessities" (ahaha) for the trip my father and I had coming up in early June. I also got my hair cut, finally! I still adore it. :) That night I attended a surprise birthday party for Brandon in the Lounge. They ordered really good pizza, mmm. I stayed, and Dave was DJing. I think other people did too, I just don't really remember. I remember making an ass out of myself at one point, basically to one person. Argh. I went out to Absinthe for a while though...oh man, I ran into Ryan and Denis and Jackie and Wallis (Wallace?) and Bobby and so many other people! And I met a bunch of people! And more random kisses and ridiculous times in a parking lot in Westdale (I'm so sure they brought their friggin' beer, bahaha)...so much fun. And when I got home, I...mostly fixed my dumbass mistake from earlier in the night. I mean, I'm pretty sure I did. Phew, haha.

The next day (May 25th) I only really remember having to find my classroom, as our midterm was held in a different room from our classes - to prevent the probability of cheating, or whatever. That was annoying. I finished pretty early, and walked home...I was wearing such an adorable outfit that day: black polo-ish dress, with my pale pink angora sweater-turned-miniskirt over the skirt of the dress, with my kneehigh black tights that have pink ribbon laceups behind each knee, and my torn up old Chucks. I met a little golden retriver puppy going for a walk with his owner! He tried to bite the laces behind my knees, haha. Even more awesome, as I was about two blocks away from my house, a black cat began following me...and it had a pink ribbon instead of a collar. HELLO OUTFIT SOULMATES! Haha, so cute. Followed me all the way home - and dashed into my house when I opened the front door, haha! Coaxing it back outside was tricky, but it worked finally. Sososo cute.

That night I met up with Joel downtown, and he came to the Pepper Jack Café with me, to see Joe and Ben's band, Ovenbird. They recently changed the name to the actual spelling of both words, instead of their (now former) variation of Uvenburd. Their music is evolving! And they acquired more band members, who joined them for their last few songs! Oh man, the Water Song made me even happier when I knew it was coming, haha. Great show all around. Sucks that I missed Duncan perform. Ah, well.

That reminds me - sometime before that show...a week, maybe a few weeks?...I saw him perform, and it was funny. What was that part of? It was in the Lounge, I just definitely can't remember when. Goddamn...

The next day (May 26th) I went to the Underground...Ermine was solid and loud and wonderful, and Hoosier Poet was perfect and made me deaf. I definitely should've made note of the whole lineup, but I didn't, and I've since forgetten. Sigh.

On the 27th I definitely received a visit from Amelia! We made a trip to Lime Ridge, followed by a meatless Big Mac meal run after that. We did some cavorting around downtown Hamilton, and then stumbled upon a really worthwhile shoe sale, I think it was like, buy one pair, get the second pair half price. Rather than splitting the deal between us, we both got two pairs of shoes haha. Amelia got really tall wedges, and another high pair with giant jeweled buckles across the wide part of each strap. I really liked those ones - I wish they would've had another pair that fit me properly, haha! I got a pair of low heels, they're really classy looking...but oh man, the other pair I got are now the sexiest shoes I own, good lordy. Later that night, we put on our favorite pairs of our newly acquired shoes, and left.

We went to a show at the Casbah. Charlemagne opened, they played really well! After their set, Amelia and I went down to the Lounge for wine - her, white; me, as per usual, red. I don't know why it hit me as hard as it did, but by golly was I ever warm, haha. We went back upstairs to see The Rest, and they were better than the last time I saw them, so good. Amelia bought pins from them, and gave me one. :)

We went back down to the Lounge, and by then, the games night they had planned was in full-out competition mode! I asked if I could have a Tetris competition, and Beth (who was in charge, while her boy - and my friend! - Ryan was DJing) obliged. I totally won, by SO many points, hahaha...I won a $20 gift certificate for Dr. Disc! So awesome. We went back upstairs to see the Melingrove Band play, and I think that was the first time I had seen them since Murdered City...like when I saw We're Marching On earlier in the month. Man! I happy-heckled them, and the drummer totally played off it, hahaha. So fun.

We wandered down to the Lounge for a bit, and then, when we went back upstairs to wait for The Most Serene Republic to play, she and I pulled up chairs, haha. :D Impractical shoes most definitely led to sore feet - not to mention, we had just had a really long day, oh boy. Such pretty music.

We crossed paths with two adolescents that night, who were dressed kinda silly, thug-like, and they asked us if we were going to a party. I tried so hard not to laugh, and almost failed, hahaha. Oh man. We picked up slices of pizza, and came back here, where I shared a bunch of ridiculous internet videos, haha...best. We didn't decide to go to bed until pretty late, and then I stayed up a little bit later at that, heh. That wasn't the greatest idea...

The next day (28th) I had to work - ALL DAY - and Amelia dropped me off, and left Hamilton. I most likely had rehearsal that night, and then Lisa and I definitely went to karaoke that night. So much funnn aaah. Haha. :)

The next day (May 29th) I don't recall doing anything significant throughout the day, but I definitely had rehearsal in the evening.

On the 30th, I worked in the morning, and then came home and had a long cold bath - sooo hottt that day - effectively skipping my night class. After my bath, I got all ready to go, and then took the GO bus out to see Paul again. I listened to my music at random, and so many songs that I came on throughout the ride matched what I was doing or thinking about, so closely...so bizarre. I remember looking up at the setting sun and hearing a Sunset Rubdown lyric that matched the moment exactly. It felt so surreal.

When I got to Union Station, I called Paul's cell...and left a message, and waited. Some creepy guy was too eager to talk to me, so that was kinda weird. Haha. It started to kinda bug me too much for my liking, at one point, so I called Paul again - and he answered, he was only like half a block away, phewww. We sat on the steps of a building not too far away from the station and shared a cigarette. He looked at the last song to come up in my playlist, and joked about it - Iggy Pop, The Passenger - and how it was hilariously suitable, considering I just got off the bus, haha.

We took the subway to his place, and he definitely decided to get on at the wrong place, haha...basically we were just on it longer than we had to be. Blah blah blah, travel travel, we arrived. I like the train tracks we, uh, didn't cross to get to his place, they seem like they'd be fun to explore. Paul's loft is so cute! I finally saw that ridiculous duck toy he had told me about/got stuck in my head...damn catchy song, haha. His drawings that he stencilled onto his kitchen cupboards were too amazing, ahaha. We watched a few episodes of Wonder Showzen and oh man, how I laughed (and occasionally groaned) at that friggin' show. We flipped through his book of Slavic (specifically Russian I think?) prison tattoos - incredible - and he showed me a book about black metal, too, the stuff he told me about was crazy. We definitely didn't get to sleep until the wee hours of the morning, hah.

We woke up fairly early, at that, as he had to work and I had an appointment to attend. He called me a cab - there was no way in hell I'd find my way back via public transit, ahaha, oh man. The cab ride cost me all of $18.75...I gave the guy a $20 and hopped out. He looked so surprised that I didn't wait for change! When I got home I messaged Paul and told him the cab ride was much more expensive than we were thinking it might be. Then I admitted that it was actually far cheaper, haha. I'm a jerk.

That day (31st) I had my appointment for the manicure/pedicure/facial that I paid for a few weeks prior...OH MAN, so good. I fell asleep during the facial, haha. I felt so, so, SO fucking sexy after it. I sat around for a while, not really knowing what to make of how sexy I felt, haha! I took off a lot of clothes and lounged around for a while. Then I got ready and went to the Casbah Lounge for Eclectricity night, that was fun. I forget the whole lineup, but Josephine Foster headlined, and...holy crap. That harp, and the way she strums her guitar, and all of it...so overwhelmingly beautiful, my god. I ended up catching a cab back home with Andy and Dave and Steve, and Andy contributed far too much money for the fare! I joined Dave and Steve on a trip to the grocery store (good ol' 24-hour service, haha) and then to Steve's place for a while. They're such fun boys, I'm really glad I know them. As I walked home, I definitely heard the birds chirping, ahaha.

OH MAN, THAT'S MAY...

So I just went for a short walk, just to take a little break, of sorts.
To Second Cup.
Where I bought a beverage.
A caffeinated beverage. Of course.

An "icepresso." (Man, did I ever feel like a dick ordering that. Stop giving your products names that make customers sound like dicks for ordering, corporations...)
A large one, in fact.

...Oh boy.

June time!

On the 1st, I met another person who wanted to audition for IRIS, and then had a meeting regarding the production. In that meeting, I finalized my cast. Well, as it would turn out...I mostly finalized my cast. Sigh. New experience, new process, definitely learning...

After class that night, I basically stayed up all night getting ready. My dad said he'd come bright and early to pick me up. I called home about half an hour after his planned arrival time, to maybe see if my younger brother was home, and find out if something was up. MY DAD picked up...so I got crabby with him, haha. So he was like, an hour and a half late, when usually he's even a bit early. Anyway, he picked me up, and we loaded my stuff into his truck - and then we were off for Massachusetts! :)

I basically put music into my ears and slept most of the way there. The official at the border was so perfect-looking...but so cold, it was really sad actually. Such amazing sights along the way though, my goodness.

We made a brief stop in...Buffalo, I think it was...'cause my dad wanted to visit a market there. We saw a very scary looking unkempt woman; as we passed by her, I said "you know...I could've lived my whole life without seeing that woman." My dad laughed, and then somehow attached it to a comment about the state of the hems of my pant legs. Oh, that's my good ol' dad, alright...haha. We met a Polish woman running one of the food service places inside. She made me a toasted bagel with swiss cheese, so tasty. They had bread for sale there from HAMILTON, so ridiculous. She was nice. She also said Canada like it was meant to have breaths between each syllable, haha...oh, Americans...so cute sometimes. :D

Every time I woke up along the trip, I'd just go right back to sleep, I was so tired. My dad scolded me the one time I woke up, apparently my music was so loud HE could hear it clearly, haha...oops. When we weren't too far away from our destination, it began to POUR...and wouldn't it just be our luck that the rain continued all weekend.

...Even more awesomely, I had packed for the type of weather we had been having back home at the time: hot, sunny, sticky. I didn't pack a jacket - let alone a cardigan. Oh boy...

Anyway, as the rain began to pour, we found ourselves stuck on a highway in pretty bad traffic. Apparently, that was the perfect time for me to have to use the washroom. I had to wait close to 45 minutes before we could find an exit...UGH. That was so painful. By the time I finally got to a toilet, I went so much, and felt so relieved, that I just about moaned the loudest I ever have in my life - except I knew that a woman was in there with two very young relatives, so I bit my lip...and that hurt, haha.

Not long after that, we stopped at a grocery store to pick up a bouquet. Then, we arrived at my godmother's house! Had this trip taken place in August, it would've been exactly TEN years since I had seen her last...so strange to think about.

Her house was very different. They had renovated a fair bit, and had an addition built onto it as well! It's so spacious and gorgeous now, my goodness. Liz's parents are so wonderful and caring...her mother fussed over me all weekend, gosh. When they learned that I'm vegetarian now, her mother was so concerned that I wouldn't have enough to eat...but fresh breads, cream cheese, and deli cheese was more than abundant for this happy lil' tummy. :) Even when she forgot, a few days later, offering me bacon...we laughed as I reminded her. And then she offered me more, more, more food. Haha.

That night, we essentially talked for a while - but mostly, I listened, as the conversations turned to Polish and stayed there. Aside from catching little bits of their conversations, I didn't really follow what everyone was talking about...especially as I drifted in and out of paying attention, anyway. It was nice though. I didn't exactly feel left out, at all. It was really nice.

The next day, I woke up feeling kinda sick...the house was a little colder than what I'm accustomed to. :S We went to Liz's brother Jan's house that day. On the way, my godmother showed us a whole bunch of giant, terribly expensive houses. We got to Jan's house, and when he saw me, his first reaction was "wow, you look really different...cool!" I wasn't expecting that at all, haha. Mara's so big! And Thomas is so energetic! It was great, we wandered around their house a little...I remembered so much from the lobster bake they had there, ten years ago. They even have the same carved, changeable calendar hanging on the wall in the kitchen, ahaha. We went outside and walked around the property a bit. I pocketed an acorn, heh.

It was decided that we'd all go out for lunch together, so we went to a restaurant...holy big portions, aghhh. Very tasty food though. Mara was sick, and was fine up until then, but she lost her appetite shortly after she began eating, and apparently got sick when she got back home that day, poor girl. Thomas was really hyper, it was awesome, haha. He was like, my Michael replacement for the trip, ha! When he decided he had his fill of his lunch, he slid out of his chair and was just generally being energetic and adorable and funny. At one point, his mom, Cindy, went "hey Thomas, shake your booty!" and he wiggled his butt shamelessly, ahaha.

Later that day, Jan drove me, my dad, and my godmother around to show us more expensive houses - he recently quit his airplane job (hee) and got into Real Estate. My god, some of the neighborhoods we saw...ALL giant houses, ALL ridiculously expensive. Really, I think the highlight of the drive for me - with Jan's tracking system/direction-providing technology coming in at a close second (especially since it kept not working) - was Crazy coming on a radio station as he flipped through, haha. :P

We went to another restaurant for dinner that night...again, the portions were so overwhelming! So much food, so little room for it in my belly, hah.

Anyway, on the Sunday (June 4th) of our trip, we had planned to attend Liz's niece Elizabeth's high school graduation. We went to their house where everyone gathered to eat preceding the ceremony...Mike and Ted have totally grown, it's strange. I say that like they're so much younger than me...I'm only a year older, har. They're identical twins but I could definitely tell the difference between them this time...ten years after last seeing them, haha. Elizabeth is so beautiful! And Clare is totally grown - and totally didn't remember me, 'cause she was like, a toddler when I last saw her, hahaha. It was great seeing them all again. Ted constantly referring to Canadian things, and sorta gesturing toward me, was hilarious.

Oh, and Thomas climbed underneath some sort of game table they have in the house somewhere, and his pants were covered in dust and grossness, so his pants had to be thrown in the wash. He definitely came into the room where we were all sitting, watching a baseball game...without pants on. So funny. One of the twins told him to moonwalk, and everyone laughed. I thought, oh man...and I went "hey Thomas, shake your booty!" and he shook his little underwear covered bum without thinking twice. Everyone howled! :D

We all had cake, and then shortly after that, a bunch of pictures were taken. We did a big group picture...I hope my godmother can get a copy and mail it to me, it'll be awesome if I can dig up a picture from the visit ten years ago, too, just to see how different everyone looks. Even though it'll surely creep me out, haha.

Then, we headed out to Elizabeth's high school. She attended a private high school, which was an old estate that was transformed into a school, with additional buildings built throughout the property from there. It was overwhelming. I can't even imagine that being a home at one point...let alone a school. I swear, it compared in size to probably a smaller city block, here. Gosh. Oh, and I helped keep Thomas mostly quiet and well-mannered during the ceremony. Mostly, haha. He's so young, he can't help but go crazy - I wish I had his excuse, hahaha.

After, as we all headed back to the vehicles, we said our goodbyes - my dad and I would be leaving for home early the next morning, after all. Cindy commented on how I made a real friend out of Thomas - and said "so, we'll be sending him to visit for a week in August?" I was like "ABSOLUTELY, do it!" Hahaha.

That night, we went to yet another restaurant for dinner...and yet again, I couldn't believe the portions. I had a salad and a personal pizza, and I was almost full after the salad, haha, oh man.

Note to the USA: portion control?
Seriously, I thought I was bad sometimes...hahaha. :P

The next morning, I wasn't awake early enough to see my godmother before she had to leave for work...pooh. My dad was talking with her parents at the kitchen table, though, so I joined and had my last fresh bread and fresh cheese breakfast, aw.

As we got ready to get in the truck and go, Liz's mother said something to my father in Polish. Slowly, his face grew more solemn.

And as she continued to speak to him, I watched as he fought tears.

Not in all of my twenty-one years can I recall seeing that.
Not once.

I don't need to know what she said to him.
I don't need to know how huge it was, how important the words were.
I could see it.
All I needed to know was what I saw.

All around me, tears on cheeks. Tears that fought harder to roll, and succeeded.

She turned to me to say goodbye, and said how glad she was to see me - to remember her, to come back to visit, to come back as soon as I could, as often as I could. Reasons unspoken, but reasons that spoke louder than words needed to speak.

I fought my tears harder, and most never met my cheeks.
I smiled, instead.

I waved out of the window as she and her husband stood at the end of the driveway, waving back. We drove down their road, and as we began to turn the corner, I looked back and waved again - they were still watching. They waved again.

These memories, these images.

I remember reflecting upon the visit, recalling my godmother's situation - all these years, living with her parents...having an established career, lots of money, taking lots of trips all around the world. Thinking about how happy she genuinely seems with where her life is, and has taken her.

I remember realizing - really recognizing - I do not want her life. She is happy, she is comfortable...but I couldn't be. I simply couldn't be.

I love everything I learned on this trip.

On the way back, my father and I stopped at the Duty Free. As I perused the numerous makeup shelves, he urged me to "hurry up" - alright dad, no makeup for me, I get it, hahaha. He picked up a few big ol' bottles of alcohol...I made a brief, indirect attempt to pick a bottle of my own, but I gave up when he didn't get the hint that I wanted it, haha. Near the checkout, I snapped into candy mode (of course...it's ME...heh) and asked if I could get "this chocolate bar; it's only three dollars!" He said yes. Ohhh man...it's a bar of milk chocolate, which is fine...with almonds, even better...and there is HALF A POUND OF IT. IN ONE BAR.

...OHHH MAN. Ahaha.

Anyway, when we got back to my house, I learned that the internet was down, and after many calls made, and many frustrated tears shed, that it was down because a bill hadn't been paid. Not that it hadn't been paid on time - it hadn't been paid. At all. Long story short, everything is cleared up now. More fees than necessary have been paid, but above all, everything's fixed now. Ugh. So frustrating!

I don't recall what I did the next day (June 6th), but I know it definitely wasn't much of anything, haha. I think I started to feel really sick that day too, most likely.

On June 7th, I worked during the evening. I still felt sick, but I found out that Chris Yang was playing in the Lounge, so I decided that I'd go and stay until I felt too sick to be there any longer. I was fine for most of the night, and his set was lovely. I also spent the night hanging out with Caitlin! We hadn't properly hung out in so long, so good to spend time with her. On my walk home, of course I had to be harassed...ugh. Fucking city...

The next day (8th) I had a meeting, and I felt sick again. I struggled through it though, especially considering the trip put me slightly behind, in terms of e-mail correspondence and whatnot. After my class that night, I stopped by the Pita Pit for a while. Christine works there, and had let me borrow her notes to catch up on classes I had missed...and uh, not skipped to hangout with people in Toronto, ahem. Haha. So, I decided to copy them out there, and leave her book there for her to pick up, rather than making an extra trip to drop it off sometime. That really worked out well, too. I drank some Neocitran that night...and it totally didn't knock me out like it usually does. I didn't even get to sleep until sometime after 3am, argh.

On the 9th, I was still kinda sick, but mostly alright. I wasn't able to meet with someone...who I was auditioning for IRIS, actually...but I had to audition her sometime before my next meeting with the Project Co-ordinator, so we agreed to meet quickly before my rehearsal Sunday night. I worked from 3 until 9pm, and I had to forego Laura's birthday celebrations at the Phoenix. I felt like I was going to pass out when I got home, egh.

The next day I worked...all day...and then spent several hours being a dork on the internet, messaging people and whatnot, haha. I also spent a lot of time watching silly videos, hoping that the laughter might somehow positively affect my health. It...didn't really work, hah, crap.

It was weird, though - the more I worked that weekend, the more I kept thinking about the class I had applied for. I still hadn't heard back about whether or not I had been accepted into the class. There was a strange discrepancy in how people were being informed...and then I just hadn't heard anything. Not a single thing. And then I couldn't sleep. All I could do was wonder. Not sleeping, in addition to being sick, and worrying...terrible, just terrible.

On the 11th, I woke up...and the medicines I consumed the night prior, in conjunction with the caffeine I consumed that morning, resulted in a pretty puke-filled morning. I would puke, brush my teeth, continue getting ready for the day, and the cycle would repeat - puke, brush, ready, puke...it was terrible. I managed to gather myself enough to go to work, and made it through the shift.

Then basically, the day kept getting worse.

I couldn't get in contact with the girl whom I was to audition. I was late for rehearsal, just waiting to hear back from her. Frustrating phone calls. Travel. More frustrating phone calls. Relocation of my rehearsal. She arrives. I step aside with her and begin the audition. Frustration. Miscommunication. Trying to rush...not going fast enough, regardless. More frustration. Awkwardness, uncomfortable attendance. Hesitation. Reservation. Relief, and departure.

I dropped my things off at home, straightened myself out a bit (unfortunately, frustration was met with a fair amount of tears that day...sigh) and headed over to Snooty for karaoke - which of course, never fails to cheer me up when things look down, hee. Dan seriously asked me if I had been drinking, as I was only drinking water and he just couldn't figure out why I was so energetic. I explained just generally how the day was so disheartening in so many ways, and I was just taking some time to ignore it all and try and be happy.

Lots of people told me I was cute, and it made me even more giggly. It felt so great, honestly. Matt was there for a while, and I mentioned how my day had bombed terribly. He took me "to his office" - outside, for a smoke, haha, to ask me about what had happened. I explained everything...and when I mentioned that I had been sobbing, he actually pointed out that I had a big eye makeup streak across the top of my left cheek...sigh.

I wonder how many people saw that.
I wonder if anyone figured it out.

I sang some songs, and eventually wandered along home.

I came home to a disconcerting message.

I explained myself, how I needed to fix the day by just being a bit reckless and ignoring everything that made me sad...to just spend time among that and those which makes me smile. I apologized for all the ways in which I let others pull me, and how that day had frustrated me so much that I simply wouldn't let it continue any longer. I explained everything that was on my mind...even how I had been broke for a fair amount of days, and how I didn't even really have much food left in my house, yet couldn't afford to fix that. How I was embarrassed to admit it, and still didn't want to, but had to. So tricky, so scary.

In any case, I woke up the next morning (June 12th) to a beautiful response. My heart felt lighter. I also felt entirely healthy again that day! I had my first meeting with the cast of IRIS that afternoon, followed shortly thereafter by a rehearsal of my own. That night, I went to visit Lisa, and we were silly and spirited, sharing so many laughs - and fruit that Leeann's parents had put on my shelf in the fridge! Share a kind gesture in a kind way, I say. :) I felt so happy when I got home that night, and eventually went to bed.

...Then I woke up on the 13th, sicker than ever.

I called in to work and said I'd be getting to a doctor as soon as I could that day, and basically tried to see if I'd be able to get out of work the next day. Thankfully, I did.

Thankfully, Lauren saw my plea for a ride to a doctor in my msn name. She came over, picked me up, and drove me to the walk-in clinic in Westdale. The doctor did a test for strep throat, and I explained how I felt just like I did back in November when I fell ill - and how both times I went in and was tested for strep, it came back negative.

So, she came back in the room a short while later, and told me the test was positive. And I felt like a jackass, hahaha. :P

I didn't remember to bring my debit card with me, so Lauren drove me back to my place, I ran in and got it, and we drove back so I could go to the pharmacy next door to the clinic. Stacey passed by, and I responded to her "hey, how's it going?" with a big ol' "I have strep throat, woooooooooooooo!" while waving my prescription in the air. And I didn't stop to really talk, only realizing after what a jerk I must've been, gosh. The next time I saw her, I definitely apologized, and she said it was no big deal, but it still bugs me, grah. Ah, well.

Anyway, I paid for my prescription with my card...all $2.73 of it. Yep. When I told Lauren how we made all that extra effort for TWO DOLLARS and SEVENTY-THREE CENTS, she said had we known, my penicillin would've been "her treat," hahaha. I owe that lady for that whole thing, honestly. So nice of her.

I came home and started to feel really dizzy and nauseous again. I called work to explain what the doctor told me - I'd be contagious for one whole week, and I asked if I could get out of my Friday shift as well. That was also alright - I am so lucky - and I was to call in before my Sunday shift if I wasn't okay by then to do it. I also contacted Lisa, since we had shared food and everything the night before...thankfully she didn't catch it at all, at any point, phewww. I was so scared that she might've caught it. I put on a Sex & The City webstream and passed out for a long time. And then woke up 'cause the ibuprofen wore off, and I had to take more penicillin anyway...and passed out some more. That was basically my routine for the next couple of days, haha.

The next day my mom came to visit around lunch, as I was basically grouching in bed. She helped me get out of bed and compose myself, and we went to the grocery store...it was a short trip, that's for sure, haha. She bought me a big box of freezies, that made me smile a whole lot. :) I came home and passed out some more...after eating a couple freezies, of course, haha. I remember waking up early that evening and thinking about how I was missing Eclectricity, and how I couldn't go support Zach at his CD release show. Baw.

The next day, too, I missed shows at the Underground and Casbah. No double-shows for the strep throat monster, that's for sure, haha...aw...

Most of my strep throat experience is pretty hazy, actually. I remember how sleeping all day would keep me awake at night for a while, and how being awake at night would gradually make me more and more nauseous the longer I couldn't sleep. That was painful. I remember finishing the take-home final exam for my summer school course, and doing it so, so, SO poorly, just so it could be done and forgotten...I left a message for my professor the day before the final due date, explaining that I was sick and afraid I wouldn't complete it, let alone complete it well. When I got home that day, after handing it in...she called. I explained, I just did it to finish it, and it was already submitted. She said, genuinely, that she'd take my illness into consideration when marking it. I hope that helps a fair bit...egh.

On a less crappy note (haha), I remember a conversation with Paul which resulted in referencing a "mexigull" which almost caused the spitting of a be-healthy-smoothie everywhere, ahaha. I also remember feeling significantly less snot-filled by Saturday (June 17th) - and how much of a relief that was!

By the 18th, I still had to take the penicillin of course, but I started to feel much better! I had a conversation with Josh...much to my surprise, I wasn't angry. I hadn't spoken to him in months, so many months. He said he'd be at the show that night, and I said I might come if I was still feeling well enough. Thankfully, the conversation was nice, and stayed nice - no leaving on sour notes. It was odd, but it was a welcome change.

I didn't have to call-in asking for the shift off, thankfully...money is good to make and have. Heather and I were treated to a live in-store music performance, ohhh what a day. I'm going to miss working with her, gosh. It's always so much fun, so full of giggles!

That night, I had rehearsal, and after rehearsal I went to a show at the Casbah. I missed Cowlick, arghhh. I got there during Tell The Divers' set, and they're just as lovely and solid as ever. I like their newer songs a lot! Oh man, Kitchens And Bathrooms finally re-banded and I finally got to see them perform!!! It was really good, really really good. And then Don Caballero played...and I nearly lost my shit. Their music wraps around you - you can't help but find yourself in it, but you don't want to step out of it if you're really listening. It's amazing. I'm glad I didn't get to know much of their music before the show, slight familiarity coupled with the surprise attached to my amazement of their sounds created the perfect experience. :)

Furthermore, at the show, I hugged Josh for the first time since...god, late August of 2004? Early September? Regardless, it was nice. It finally felt okay to do so. It felt okay to not want to let go...just for an extra moment or two, that's all.

We talked in the Lounge for a while. He said many things - how he has grown, how he has changed, how he has reflected and realized and regretted.

Two years.
Two years, and this heart heard many things it deserved to receive.

And yet...
So much still has not changed.

But that's okay, because this time my eyes are open. I'm not afraid to look, and I know what I see, and know that I'm no longer mistaken.

Don Cab was about to start, but I suggested that we shouldn't leave the conversation at that. I suggested hanging out after the show. He mentioned work, waking up early, all these things. Only after the show was over did he decide that, yes, it was a good idea - a worthwhile idea.

And it was.

We walked home in the rain, and I borrowed his hat. I got completely soaked, head to toe...save for my back, somehow? Hahaha. We got back and I changed. We talked, and talked, and talked.

And I revisited places that only a changed girl could visit.

He ended up calling in sick for work, and catching a bus back sometime that morning.

...And my heart can see for certain -
Despite his words, despite it all...

He hasn't changed.
He hasn't changed a bit.

And now, whether or not he would even admit to it again - to anyone else, or even to me once more - I was ready to give him something so special, so huge...

And he fucked it up.

This isn't resentment, it's realization.

He wasn't ready for something that real.
He ruined what could have been something so untouchable.
He stole so much of my trust, but after two years, I realized -

He tried to take my heart, but he failed -
I still have it.

His is lost, and he doesn't realize...so long as he doesn't truly change, he'll never find it again. Whether he thinks he needs it or not, he does. He does. And one day, maybe that will actually hit him.

It's so sad to know that after two years, his heart is still the same.

It doesn't matter.
I'm glad I can talk to him again, without resentment.
I'll pray for him. I mean that.

I am so thankful I can speak to him with a settled heart.

The next night (June 19th), I had rehearsal. I felt like it went really well, despite how exhausted I was from lack of sleep. This character - and play, overall - just keeps getting more and more fun to be tackling. :) That night I joined a group of people celebrating (my castmate) Magali's birthday! I totally ate battered, cheese-stuffed olives served in a martini glass. I felt so...oddly swank, hahaha.

On the 20th, I had an IRIS meeting - the cast (well, most of us) gathered to watch the recording of last year's production, to give everyone an idea of what kind of production this will be. Ideas are already flowing among all of us; good connections are being drawn. This feels promising!

I went to a Summer Drama Festival meeting that night. I gotta work on not being so talkative unless I'm actually contributing ideas or whatever, hahaha. I've always gotta be the comedian, apparently. :P I can't help it, I'm an actor, I like attention! Haha. Lisa came over that night, and we smoked and chatted and shared so many stories...what a great night, so full of chatting!

On the 21st, I worked in the evening. I had planned to go to the Hub for karaoke with Mike, but I had also planned to go to Absinthe for Motown night with Lisa, and realized how much travelling would be involved...Lisa had a big annoyance bubble over, at that, so I decided it was best to forego karaoke that night. I went to her place, and we chatted, she vented...and then we went to Absinthe and had SOOO much fun! I met a lot of people, too. Such a random, incredibly fun night. :)

The next day (June 22nd), I talked to my Sam on the phone for a fair while! :D I miss that lady so badly it's actually started to hurt my heart, as of late. Aw. We're totally gonna hangout soon though, I'm so happy!!!

I had a meeting for IRIS that afternoon, and then our cast's first Campus Partners meeting. Everything's going really rather smoothly, I'm so pleased with it. I had a rehearsal of my own late that night. I joined Miranda, Sophie, and Magali for dinner preceding the rehearsal. That night was devoted to cast-building activities, and a question-and-answer exercise. It felt really awesome to get to know everyone in the cast that well. We finished really late, egh...Allan walked me home, and we had a really good chat on the sidewalk, haha. Then I couldn't sleep for quite a while, so harsh, gah...

On the 23rd, we had rehearsal from 11-3...and having had so much trouble falling asleep that night, and waking up feeling stressed that day, well...I broke down during rehearsal. I tried to maintain my composure, for so long, but I cracked. I felt really bad - everything stopped, because of me. We did line runs though, and it's helping me move past my frustration. This is such a tricky script to memorize...I'm used to associating line memorization to the way that one learns the words of a song - and then, with this script, especially, there is so much dialogue attached to action, it's that sort of play that's easier to memorize by DOING, not by THINKING. I don't know. I feel like I'm dropping the ball, but the ways I'm trying to learn, and to change...it's not working well enough. Or fast enough, I suppose. I'm trying, though. I'm not going to stop striving toward this.

...It is so amazing, after all. :)

I was pretty upset when I got home, and I was just going to nap to ignore how frustrated I felt. Lisa talked me into visiting her at work, though...so I went to see her at Aardvark, and then I joined her at her other job - she is the bartender at Yuk Yuk's, on the mountain - and then we even ended up at the Casbah for a bit that night...and as we parted ways, I actually ended up on campus, at the Phoenix, for Laura's goodnight (NOT goodbye!) gathering! She was so drunk, haha. Love that lady. I even stopped in at the Pita Pit on my way home, to say hi to anyone that was working that I knew...which I totally would've felt too antisocial to do, had it been any earlier that day. It was such a cheerful ending to such a trying day. I needed to be cheered up - and I'm glad Lisa talked me out of staying at home to mope. :)

On the 24th, I woke up very late, and eventually jumped in the tub for a long, slow bath. So nice. Carly came to visit that afternoon, and I FINALLY bought that shirt from her! Sososo adorable. I wore it out that night - I went to the Underground.

Charlemagne opened, and even though not many people had arrived yet, I thought they performed really well. Ben and I stepped outside and smoked a bit together; we had some hilarious chats, oh man ahaha. We came back inside to watch Jon Epworth and The Improvements - HOLY CRAP. I think the last time I saw them was when I FIRST ever saw them, last summer...the world could've ended after Extra Fries and I would've been okay, my gosh. I think Lisa was there by that point. She and Ben and I stepped outside, smoked some more, more laughter ensued. We came back inside to see the Sourkeys perform. It's been a while since I've seen them perform, too, gosh...I was very glad to hear Sick Since Sunday, oh man. The Inflation Kills ended off the night, and they were so solid, jeesh. I'm never disappointed by that band.

When I walked home that night, I definitely buttoned up my cardigan...the shirt is pretty cleavagey, and I don't need to draw any more attention to myself when I walk home alone. I STILL got harassed a whole bunch of times though. Jesus. I stopped by the Lounge, as it was en route, basically to say hello to anyone that was still around. From the Underground to the Casbah, I was harassed not once, but twice...by the same fucking guy in a car. Ugh. Then, on my walk home from the Lounge, as I was walking along the bridge, some guy in a car speeding past yelled out "heyyy, do you give blowjobs?" I mean, really...

If a girl is walking home alone, LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE. Is it that hard?

Anyway, I worked the next day (this Sunday - June 25th) and had a rehearsal that night. Then, of course, I went to karaoke at Snooty. That was fun - I got to really talk to Miranda for the first time since our adventure during my Toronto weekend in early May! Such a nice lady. Rachel and I walked home together, and sat and chatted on my front step for a while, it was a really good talk. Such a great night, on whole!

On the 26th, I basically spent the day getting everything in order for my brief trip home that night. My dad came and got me sometime after 10pm; we made a quick stop at a Tim Horton's along the way...and then their cash registers all magically closed. That wasn't much fun. We finally got home around a quarter after 11 or so. I called Scott, and he was still awake, despite having to be up before dawn for work, egh. I called Amelia too, but I just heard some sort of murmur, and then the connection was no more, haha. It was pretty late, though, I didn't take it personally! Haha.

The next morning, Matthew woke me up, and I copied his choice of cereal for breakfast - we watched Breakfast Television together and I cracked jokes. We always have so much fun together now, hahaha I love it. He drove me to my dental appointment - 9am...good times. Not really, but yeah. Haha. My dentist has fallen ill, from what I understand, so there was another dentist filling in for him. After my teeth had been cleaned and everything, he just looked them over, really, anyway.

I called Matthew to pick me up, and we went to visit Michael and Diana! MICHAEL'S GETTING SO BIG! And Diana actually grew less and less hesitant of me! Oh gosh, visiting them really rejuvenated me.

I get homesick for those two, what can I say. Hee. :)

We went back to the house so I could gather up my things, and then Matthew drove me to Brantford so I could take Greyhound back to Hamilton (less driving for him). I made him stop at Fast Eddie's, haha. I got pickle fries and a drink, and got him a double chocolate crumble milkshake - which I demanded a sip of, haha. Of course.

I stayed on the bus and got off at the campus stop, rather than going home first. I had rehearsal from 3-4pm with just Allan, and hoooly crap, great progress. Our one scene alone together feels so different - and it was good before, but it's GREAT now! Haha yay. :)

I attended another SDF meeting that day, once again at 5pm. I was too talkative, again, of course. Haha. I headed out to Lisa's place that night, and joined her in meeting some of her coworkers at the Corktown. That was actually my first visit there, it looks like it'd be really fun for shows. We headed over to La Luna, as there were many hungry bellies among the group. That was also my first visit to La Luna...oh man, so good. I had a falafel - and I definitely enjoyed it. I'll have to try to get them more often, maybe before shows at the Casbah sometime, haha.

I stopped by the Lounge to see who I knew, and Stacey and Kevyn were outside - I said hello, and continued along inside...and saw no one else I knew. I