Filed under: halifax, toronto | Tags: 30 rock, artists, birthday, druncheon, elle smith, family, frederic, hero burger, kajayjay, party, rain, skye, slacker, video, wine
i effing adore sitting in hero burger with skye and being mesmerized by rubix cubes and ketchup.
i effing adore skye and
you know whats funny?
i’m really going to miss toronto while i’m away!
things like class, and the gym, cee bar…
but holy god
i am so overwhelmed to go home!
i am micro-managing for realsies.
plans as i know them are:
bike ride and dinner on thursday, then out for allison s’s birthday.
massage on friday morning, druncheon with the ladies, rhys and norwood’s house-warming party.
saturday the market and wired monk with lesley, matinee of into the woods with alison b, potentially paddling with my dad on the lake in waverley, gins at kerri’s then retro night.
sunday is mama’s day…we’re seeing a show at the supernova festival then probably getting sushi. sunday day/late sunday night remain free. i think gina gets home that day so i hope i see her.
monday is my actual D.O.B., so i know in the evening i’m having dinner with mom, dad, and both sets of grandparents.
tuesday i fly back to toronto but hope for an epic brunch before i leave. definatly need to see martha & mads while i am home.
oh god. don’t ask me if i’m packed.
i’ll tell you about 30 Rock and how frederic just skyped me from china!!!! (ooooh.)
and wine i am drinking…
PS: my ring tone is DEFINATLY “everyday” by buddy holly.
check it;
i was just walking along queen east, in the rain rain rain, between church & sherbourne. 10 pm. i am emotionally sore, void and utterly gutted from my scene today in class. (from ‘good will hunting’…) feeling exposed, vulnerable, tired.
walking along with the wind blowing down my neck and my umbrella shaking, when i notice:
worms.
lots and lots of little worms.
and big ones.
round, long worms and they are MOVING.
i watch one of them slither and suckle itself down a grate.
i am ughing, i am oohing, i am trying to avoid them and then
i am crying!!
i am so grossed out, so wiped out, utterly utterly…
um, crazy? perhaps?
i feel like the worms are slithering into my rain boots.
i remember jock tickling my foot today at the beginning of our scene just because he’s a silly guy and i was barefoot.
i remember kit shoving the side-table to the floor today in the midst of our scene and my glass of water shattering…imagining shards of glass bouncing into my socks.
i cross the street at sherbourne, to the south side of queen.
the space between my shoulder blades, the space between my spine and chest…
is so sore.
i am so weary.
it is so wet.
