You’ll Never See My Eyes


if you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast forward
November 30, 2009, 4:37 am
Filed under: carter-thor, rando, toronto | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The worst part of my day is usually biking home after going to the gym. The gym is located in the basement of a huge building, filled with many restaurants, bakeries, and a whole food court. How is that fair, life? How? Why did you put the gym under the movie theatre that always smells like delicious popcorn?
Plus on my route home I have to bike past that new poutine restaurant.


Dear boys that work at Film Buff,

You are so, so cute. And always able to make me chuckle, giggle, blush, or smirk. But why were you so mean to me last time I was in? Were you weirded out by my yoga pants, bike helmet, and the fact I rented ‘Diner‘? I can’t always be wearing nice dresses and renting Katherine Hepburn movies. Katherine Hepburn is way more intimidating then Kevin Bacon, by the way!!
Were you upset because when you pointed and said the movie I was looking for was by Clint Eastwood’s face, I didn’t know which row to look? Did you assume I don’t know who Eastwood is and then decide to judge me?
You are crazy, attractive FilmBuff boys! Perhaps you were disappointed because my cute step-sister wasn’t with me this time? I don’t know what it was, but you were inexplicably short with me, and I didn’t appreciate your tone. It made you not so high on the hot-schedule.

Please go back to being charming and helpful next time I come in. Which may be soon – I need a Garbo fix.

Yours,
Meghan.


A few Thursdays ago, I was cycling home from class, over the DVP bridge, when a fellow biker pulled up beside me to say, “You’re an amazing biker! You own that road bike! I was behind you thinking wow, she’s really fast and she’s wearing jeans and hilarious 80’s flats but you seriously own it!”

I told him it was my first road bike and he said “Well, you really know how to ride. You have amazing leg speed!”

Thank you kind sir.


Dream analysis tells me my dreams have been saying this:
“You’re feeling exposed, or forced into a vulnerable situation in real life somehow…someone is crossing your boundaries, taking advantage of you, or “intruding” on your life somehow in real life.”

I’ve had dreams that represent “the health and well-being of [my] mind, body, or spirit—especially through cleansing and releasing of the old, decaying, or toxic elements in your life” but that the “cleansing and releasing outdated or toxic thoughts, emotions, beliefs, judgments, or physical toxins or decay” needs more attention. I am also apparently “thinking about a frank, straightforward interaction with someone in [my] life.”

This was all from the Curious Dreamer, which reminded me “the subconscious mind may not see much difference between a seeing a person in the media and talking to them in person.”


NEW LIFE GOAL: become the Lady GaGa of Canadian Theatre.


I like this:

most tweeted words


My scene for this Thursday’s class is from The Royal Tenenbaums. Parfait. I’m Margot Tenenbaum. The adopted daughter/playwrite. OOOHHH WAAAIT A MINUTE.


I want this song to be a tattoo on my body.
(blue, songs are like tattoos?)



hipsters and relephants!

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;



insoooooomnia
March 12, 2009, 4:53 am
Filed under: rando | Tags: , , , , , , ,

things to do instead of sleep:

lurk facebook
write facebook notes
drink diet dr. pepper
chat on skype
chat on msn
look at baby pictures former acting teachers send you of their babies
have a bath, with tea and a daniel macivor play
put a load of laundry in
ignore putting laundry in dryer by watching ‘the office’
stop watching ‘the office’ and watch videos of impromptu splendor instead
change your facebook profile
eat couscous
eat more couscous
turn into couscous
write lists about things you have done the past couple of nights when you should be sleeping
watch ‘the dick van dyke show’
floss
stare out the window
make and re-make your bed
write your mother an e-mail
eat some more couscous (but not the couscous you turned into.)

post a picture:yay-004

perhaps actually put clothes in the dryer???




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