03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
Yes, the rumours are true. I have a place to live come September. Claire n' I decided upon a loverly little Murray Ross apartment, which will suit our needs of bed and food storage for the coming year. It's a little pricier than we had hoped, but it's still doable. Plus it's practically on campus, so they'll be no commuting for me!!! Hee, hee, hee!!!
Also, while I was up there, I decided to get a second job too! Yup, I'll not only be a note-taking, band-chasing, story-writing Arts journalist, but I'll also be serving you food at the Underground! I feel so bohemian. Now all I have to do is buy a peasant top and some used Chuck Taylor's, then I might finally be a counter-culturist... or whatever it is the popular "cool" kids are into these days....
I watched a movie today called "Troll". It's pretty aweful/hilarious. And there's a sequal too!! It's about a kid named Harry Potter Jr. (ya, you heard me right, HARRY POTTER) and some trolls are involved... i don't really remember - I was playing Diablo II at the time, not really giving Troll the full attention this masterpeice deserved.
Out of things to say.
I finished the six pack. J-Cup and I decided to walk back since "the Dufferin Bus never comes anyways" (we were passed by 3) and it's so damned expensive (to a hobo).
'Cup graciously put me up in the guest room. Around 10 am the husband of the lady who's catsittin' calls. He tells me he can put the key by the door and it'll be all good. I'm clearly all groggy and just awoken and hungover on the phone. 'Sall good. Went back asleep until 1:30. (keep in mind I awoke at 5:30 am yesterday)
So I come downstairs and Andrea has come over for a visit. I eat some cheery-oh's and then finish the 1/3 can of cold Boyardee -more because I can't bring the open can home than because I want it.
Then I come home and it's eerily empty. But 1) My cat is actually happy to see me (unheard of) and 2) Me ma got a wall painted.
First Strongbad then Shower / Shave / Haircut.
Fun by the ton!
Join Renny on his aventures as he discovers himself to be locked out of his own house!
Revel at how all the things he bought before discovering he was locked out seem to be perfect for a life of hobo-dom!
Razor blades (Not looking like a bum / suicide)
Boyardee - 2 cans (ringtop for no can opener action)
Carrots - Fightin' the scurv'
Goodwill shirt - Hey.
So here I am... er... railroadin' it at J-Cup's. Left a message with the only person who MAY have a key I may possibly be able to get a hold of. Will I? Stay tuned and find out on another thrilling episode of...
But here I am, what can I do.
So yeah, I'm goin' up t'Muskoka this weekend to spend time w/family. Sorry, y'all. No fun parties fer me.
Interesting thing today: I went out to my back yard to look around, and I have a cherry tree there that I haven't really been paying attention to. So anyways, the last time I had checked it, it had a few little buds on it, and I remember thinkin' to myself "those'll taste mighty good when they ripen." Well, here it is some odd weeks later and, due to my hectic work & school schedual, all that are left of my cherry buds are the stems, still attatched to the tree. No cherries for me. If that's not a metaphor for somethin', I don't know what is.
Metaphors like that aren't supposed to happen in real life, only in badly written poetry and plays by Anton Chekov.
Leo callz0red me todayz0r, and he sayz0rs that he's in f0rz the weekend (specifically friday plus saturday). Thusly: House party! Matt's, perhaps? Or maybe Leo, as his mum is in BC or something? Maybe even my place, I think my parents might be gone. Colleen: if you need a place to stay over or something I can 100% put you up, that's a fact. Just get back to me quick aboot it?
Elsewise we should do something tomorrow maybe? Call me, or something.
I've got that song, "Riot Radio" by the Dead 60's stuck in my head. Catchy tune. Fun video. Looks like they waisted their budget on food and booze or something like that. If it's not that song, then it's probably "Sugar we're going down" (I think that's what it's called) by Fall Out Boy. Also catchy song - also fun video. I like deers.
I'm coming up to Toronto on Thursday to do apartement killing. Should be (not) fun. Especially since I'm BROKE!!! I hope you can all relate.
I still haven't paid my $450.00 enrollment fee to York that I was supposed to pay 5 day's after I enrolled but didn't. They sent me a nasty letter in the mail today saying that I have untill midnight on July 22, 2005 to get the money in or I'm out. I checked my bank account, I only have $425.00. I'm screwed. Plus I'm going to have to pay first and last months rent to the apartment when we get it, which should be sometime within the next couple of weeks.
Have I mentioned how screwed I am?
Ah well, shit will work out, I hope. Starting an office job this week. I hope they let me stay on full-time till summer ends. I think I'm going to like air conditioning. The box factory I work at is usually around 40 degrees inside when it's 20 outside. I've never sweat so much in my life, at least not while wearing a hair net.
This is pathetic, guys. Last year we posted ALLOTIME. Right now I can see a month's worth of posts on a single page. For Christ's fuckin sake.
Anyways I just wanted to mention that the other day me an At were talkin a lil about writin, mainly with regards to how little we've been doing that particular activity. I used to write alllllll the time, and now not hardly. To this I say: BOO. So we were thinking of like maybe doing like a writin circle, like what we used to do fer Writer's Craft. Remember that? How fun it was? And productive? And we workshopped and did stuff and it was really cool. We can even eat tacos. Come on, all y'all. Let's do this.
Also listen to Dizzee Rascal.