So I just got back from Harold and Kumar go to Guantanamo Bay and I must say it was quite a disappointment. Nothing like the original, really. It was full of off-colour jokes, but not the good kind. Like the really retarded over-the-top disgusting kind. I hate when silly movies don't know when to draw the line. It's a real shortcoming. It could have been amazing.
I also hate when you're eating something delicious in the dark of the movie theatre and when you finally step out into the light of the lobby, you're absolutely covered in it! Maybe it's just me? But I can't even count the number of times this has happened to me on two hands.
Tomorrow I start back at...yes, you guessed it...Piccolo Grande. Only for a few weeks though, until I find something better. ...Or so I tell myself. Seriously though, I'll go rangy if I stay there for another whole summer! And it would be a serious blow to the ego of my newly graduated self. So if you know of any sweet job hook-ups, send 'em my way...dig?
I wonder if Dylan is coming here tonight...Yep, Dylan has always got me wondering!
My god it's so gorgeous out! I feel like the time I'm spending writing this entry is being wasted when I could be outside enjoying life! It's so lovely and sunny out! Everyone has taken to the streets - even the annoying congregation of people that hangs outside of my front door has formed again. But that's okay, I don't even care! That's how good of a mood I'm in. I love seeing new grass and flowers and walking on dry sidewalks. Oh how I love the dry sidewalks.
I just got back from my last official class-related duty of my undergraduate degree!! Next week I just have a little individual crit with the master printer and I'm DONE! So now I have a week to hang out and relax and experience. It's funny but I feel that even though I've been living in Montreal for nearly three years now, I never really got that much of a chance to just walk around and explore the city. Every solid block of time that I had off from school I went back to Ottawa. Well now's my chance. I have a bunch of pretty fun things lined up for the next few days...Tuesday is me and Dylan's two year anniversary! And later in the week I'm going to go out dancing with Anna...and shopping...and hopefully we'll visit some of the less frequented parts of the city.
Saturday the 26th is the official day that we return to Ottawa! I've been looking into a few jobs, but nothing too promising and I haven't really heard back from anyone, so that's a little disconcerting. I applied to the gallery in the Rideau Centre, Costco and a bunch of other things on the jobbank...I fucking hate that thing though, the jobs always seem so cool and accessible but they never amount to anything. I'm convinced that applying in person is the way to go. So I'm really banking on something simply presenting itself to me when I arrive back in town.
I'm really looking forward to lots of awesome summer hangouts. Roger, I want to go urban exploring with you! I haven't done it in a while but I miss it! My camera has also been gathering dust, gotta put it to good use!
Anyhoo, that's all for now. Get-together at Brendan's tonight and Rian's show tomorrow. Fun times all around!
It's been like, many months since I've posted on this thing. Dylan encouraged me to make a post. So here's to you, bf.
Today there is an incredible snowstorm outside, it's fucking wild. Most people dread the winter months but I cherish them. Wintertime is very peaceful. While walking home from school, despite the overall air of panic that's overtaken the city (there are like 5 cars per block on the side of the road with their emergency lights on), everything is still very peaceful. There's a blanket of snow a foot and a half deep so everything just stays still, nothing out of place, little movement, little sound. It's quite nice. Also, in the extreme cold, unlike the extreme heat, you can keep a very clear head. It's almost like your head is clearer when it's cold out than when it's normal. In the summertime, the molecules are moving so fast or whatever, everything is just crazy. People go crazy in the heat. In the winter, everything's clear as a bell. So to follow that little ode to winter, I'll release the information that I heard from Environment Canada as relayed by my mother: it's supposed to be the coldest winter in 15 years!! Yowza. Well, if anything, we should definitely do some serious skating on the canal and/or a downhill ski trip. That'd be grand.
Things in my life are pretty okay. School is majorly stressful and I'll be relieved to be home for the holidays even though I'll be picking up a few shifts at good old Piccolo Grande. I predict that this Christmas will be a good one. Other than school, I pretty much just hang out. My apartment here with Anna is quite lovely. We each have our own little cute rooms and Anna's kitty Sonatina runs around mewing and we have a kickass VHS movie collection. The only thing that really upsets me about this place is my inability to keep my plants happy and healthy. I bought a really nice, big umbrella tree and it totally died. First I thought I was underwatering it, so I gave it more water, then I thought it was drowning, so I stopped, then I thought it was dying because of a chilly draft, so I moved it, then I realized there were a million little disgusting worms eating its roots. So fucking gross. Oh, and the fact that there's no sun. Eitherway, it was my child, and what few maternal instincts I had have long since been crushed.
Well, on that depressing note, I'm off to screen print studio.
Today was my first day back at Piccolo. It was okay, pretty much exactly the same as it always is. I am also getting a raise which will be quite nice.
Last Sunday, I moved all of my things back to Ottawa from my apartment in Montreal. My years on Summerhill Ave. are finally over. Moving was a long and difficult job. Dylan helped which was very nice of him. Come fall, I move in with Anna (hopefully) by St-Denis.
My marks this year (thus far): Creative Writing 200: A Litho 200: A- Print&Dye 200: A- Papermaking 300: A- Screenprinting 300: A+
I'm a god damned straight-A student. One year left to go.
Since this seems like the hip thing to do as of late, here's my list of things I'm looking forward to this summer: -the possibility of camping/roadtripping -amazing times at my cottage with friends and family -swimming -Daft Punk in Toronto, August 5th ($$$) -staff parties -regular parties -drinking/smoking weed outside -late night walks -eating my breakfast on the back balcony in the sun -breakfast at my cottage on the porch (pancakes with fresh wild strawberries) -all-night breakfast -...breakfast (I'm hungry right now)
Tonight is my last crit. I come home wednesday night after Modest Mouse. I move my shit out of the apartment on Saturday. I start at Piccolo Grande next Tuesday.
I'm really enjoying the nice weather, I think I'll go draw outside this afternoon.
I watched the show "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?" tonight and I have to say that some people's level of stupidity is actually shocking. The woman on this show was actually so dumb, I sort of feel guilty for laughing. A bigger person would take pity on her poor soul and receive her dimwittedness with a reserved silence. But since I'm not that big of a person, I'll continue on... I guess the creators of this show really know the kind of people they're dealing with because they certainly don't overestimate their intelligence; the $75,000 question was "which neighbouring country shares the largest border with the United States?" She actually gave "Mexico" as her answer. Luckily, her 5th grade partner answered the correct "Canada," saving her from losing her cash. Another question she didn't know was "how many sides are on a trapezoid?" But I have to say that the kicker was that she actually resolved to take her money and LEAVE THE SHOW because she didn't know the answer to "how many decades are in two millennia?" She guessed 20. Holy moly. I know there are a lot of uneducated people in the world, but that's pretty bad, considering she's a middle-aged woman from America, now working as some sort of computer-somethingorother-analyst. What's even sadder is that she must either be in dire need of some cash or has next to no concept of self-respect. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't be on that show since it's obvious that the whole point is profiting off of people's idiocy for the entertainment of people like me.
So, my phone is finally reconnected!! Hurray! After months of arguing with Bell, having my calls transferred countless times from department to department, having been sent too many mixed messages...it's finally here! And I got my internet reconnected too, so no more sketchy stolen wireless! I'm so pleased. I feel like there is hope in my future.
Last night I went to a motherfucking MASKED BALL. It was wild. We made our masks using mask-templates purchased at a craft store, then glued feathers on them. Then we hit the ball (it was at McGill)! There were a lot of rich nerds there with pre-purchased masks and nerdy dancing skills. One was dancing with me and I was more than a little tipsy, and he kept trying to spin me and stuff and it fucking blew my mind. I hate when that happens, every guy on the planet is a better dancer than me. But I asked Jane if I looked goofy and she said I actually looked pretty graceful, so that made me feel better. My biggest fear is being asked to dance. Then after that, we went to this guy Mike's house and his brother was there and we played Nintendo Wii. I got so fucking into that I ended up pulling all of the muscles in my right arm and shoulder. It literally hurts to move now. Talk about out of shape!!
Last weekend I came back to Ottawa and it was really great. The first night (Friday), I ended up going on what I thought was a group-hangout, but turned out of be a double date. We (Anna, John (her date), Simon (my "date") and I) went to the Elephant and Castle first for drinks, then to Walkley lanes for Cosmic Rock'n Bowl. When the fact that I'm very much not single came up in conversation, I tried to play it cool, but Simon didn't take it too well. He was definitely under the impression that he was on a date (he even gave us Godiva chocolates when we first met up). He ended up making a huge fuss about how he had wasted his night and could have gone clubbing instead, but how he "wasn't interested anyway." It was ridic. Then the next day, I went to Pan's Labyrinth with Dylan. I liked it a lot, it was really good but a little too gory for my liking. And on Sunday I went downhill skiing with Aaron! At VORLAGE! It was really fun, I can't wait to go skiing again. I definitely want to hit the slopes over reading week.
Now I am spending my night finishing binding my book of handmade paper. I'm totally not dressed yet, and I don't intend on getting dressed either! I abandoned any possible opportunities for fun this evening for that very reason. Bye!
Wherever Dylan goes, he leaves a trail of old pita bread. I kid you not. It's real.
Yesterday we went to see Children of Men, and wholeheartedly agree with Hawkus on the point that the plot was not advanced nearly to its full potential. It was lacking solid character development and key events seemed rushed. Regardless, it was a good watch and as a whole it was very enveloping- I found myself going from extremely tense, to elated, to emotionally touched several times throughout. At the end I was tired. Then after that we met with Simon and headed to the Crescent pub, where I beat them at countless games of pool, or billiards, as we experts refer to it. But really now, I actually suck so hardcore at pool, it's not even funny. The boys just had some weird streak of bad luck where they ended up losing at the very end of the games based on a "scratch." I don't even know the meaning of the word.
I was encouraged to display one of my fibres art pieces in the display case on the 9th floor of the EV. I don't usually do that kind of thing because I guess I'm shy and lazy. This time I thought, why not? So I did it, and it's there. It's some weird landscape that I put together with pieces of scrap fabric, lace, artificial flowers, beads, sequins and a fake parrot. It's pretty weird and it makes me feel funny to look at.
Tomorrow is the COAHS show! I'll probably go anyway, but I sure wish I had a date! Takers?! It's okay though, I'm prone to rejection.
I'm going to go eat ice cream now, then hang with Jane Jane Wang. Her middle name is also Jane, and her and last name is Wang.
There's absolutely no reason for me writing other than the fact that this entry will add the year "2007" to my Lj-calendar. Lj is in a huge rut these days, we might as well face it.
Speaking of being in a rut, I'm sick as fuck right now and it's a real bummer. Also, upon returning to Montreal, I discovered that sometime over the holidays, the fuse blew in our kitchen leaving the contents of our fridge/freezer to first thaw, then rot, then attract bugs and mold cultures. The stench was unbearable. I think cleaning out that fridge was actually the bravest thing I have ever done. After that, I had to speak several times to my landlord (a lot harder than it sounds), then write a formal letter of complaint asking them to replace our fridge and today we finally we got someone else's dirty fridge but it doesn't even fit into the allotted space in the wall for fridges. I think what I'm sick with now must be some sort of airborne cousin to Salmonella.
I guess I wish I was still in Ottawa. Things are always falling apart here and I was sort of counting on Christmas to afford me with some solid time to relax. My holidays were certainly a mix of good and bad, example- Pro: Kennis came to visit, and although I didn't get to visit with her as much as I would have liked, it was still lovely. Con: My nandad passed away, which occupied much of my thoughts and time. I had never been to a funeral before, it was very sad and boring. So I guess that even though my holidays were sort of rushed and stressful, I still had a lot of fun times and saw a lot of great people. Now, only four more months until summer! If only winter would come first, this warm weather really scares me.
I'm home for the holidays, commence spreading of yuletide joy! I've run into so many people just in passing on the street and it's great! Everyone is out and about and in great spirits...Me included!
Tonight, I went with Anna to see that god-awful movie The Holiday...First movie (that I actually payed for) that I ever walked out on. It was that bad. In front of us sat a young couple, maybe 17 or so. The boy had obviously been dragged there by his relentless girlfriend, taking picture after picture of her beloved on her state-of-the-art picture phone. Poor chap. Luckily, they shuffled out of the theater several minutes before us. Seems as though the flick was unpopular with much of the crowd. Even Roeper denied it his two thumbs up seal of approval.
Tomorrow I will help my mom with Christmas shopping, Sunday I go to pick up Kennis (!!!!) from the airport, and Monday is sweet Dylnas' 22nd birthday. Things are looking good!
