Actual timetable of today was significantly different, due to an I-might-not-graduate freakout. However I pulled through and redrafted and convinced my advisor not to fail me and now I can get back to the matter at hand: SAPPY. (or should I say Soppy?) (or should I say thinly veiled excuse just to be in Sackville?)
We were lame and abandoned halfway through Eric's Trip. But walking back to residence with friends in Sackville rain feels about as awesome as any rock show.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tomorrow's timetable
Sometime between 8:30-9:30 - wake up, attempt to hash out lesson plan for day while half-awake
10:00 - attempt to do run-through with children, grow frustrated with their incompetence.
11:15 - give up on run-throughs, epic game of turtle tag
1:15 - Henry IV, presented by the intermediate class, performs for the parents. The children dress up funny, say words they do not entirely understand, clang swords together, and look cute. The parents clap.
2:00 - FREEDOM GOD LORD FREEDOM.
2:15 - Pack up, clean up, dance around house in excitement. Leave for bus station obscenely early, as the travelling Sloopies always do (what if I get waylaid by roaming youths?!?! I must factor that in!)
4:00 - leave on bus to Saint John, then Moncton. Attempt to MRP on bus.
8:00 - arrive in Moncton (god willing on time). Become overwhelmed by nostalgia brought on by Moncton bus station. Nevermind that the majority of my memories of the Moncton bus station involve sitting around for hours bored reading MacLeans.
8:15 - get on bus to Sackville (god willing on time). Ride wave of nostalgia all the way there. Mist up repeatedly.
9:00 - Arrival in Sackville (god willing on time). The trek with luggage to Campbell, combined with overwhelming anxiety to get to mainstage as fast as possible, will leave me sweaty and vibrating with excitement. Literally. Shaking. Vibrating.
9:45 - arrive at mainstage, still vibrating. Can I pick up my will-call tickets there? Nobody knows!
10:00 - in the mainstage engaging in joyful reunions and dancing. Alternately, skulking sadly outside mainstage having been unable to pick up will-call tickets, hoping to find friendly faces outside.
OH MY GOD SACKVILLE. I HAVE MISSED YOU SO.
10:00 - attempt to do run-through with children, grow frustrated with their incompetence.
11:15 - give up on run-throughs, epic game of turtle tag
1:15 - Henry IV, presented by the intermediate class, performs for the parents. The children dress up funny, say words they do not entirely understand, clang swords together, and look cute. The parents clap.
2:00 - FREEDOM GOD LORD FREEDOM.
2:15 - Pack up, clean up, dance around house in excitement. Leave for bus station obscenely early, as the travelling Sloopies always do (what if I get waylaid by roaming youths?!?! I must factor that in!)
4:00 - leave on bus to Saint John, then Moncton. Attempt to MRP on bus.
8:00 - arrive in Moncton (god willing on time). Become overwhelmed by nostalgia brought on by Moncton bus station. Nevermind that the majority of my memories of the Moncton bus station involve sitting around for hours bored reading MacLeans.
8:15 - get on bus to Sackville (god willing on time). Ride wave of nostalgia all the way there. Mist up repeatedly.
9:00 - Arrival in Sackville (god willing on time). The trek with luggage to Campbell, combined with overwhelming anxiety to get to mainstage as fast as possible, will leave me sweaty and vibrating with excitement. Literally. Shaking. Vibrating.
9:45 - arrive at mainstage, still vibrating. Can I pick up my will-call tickets there? Nobody knows!
10:00 - in the mainstage engaging in joyful reunions and dancing. Alternately, skulking sadly outside mainstage having been unable to pick up will-call tickets, hoping to find friendly faces outside.
OH MY GOD SACKVILLE. I HAVE MISSED YOU SO.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Death by nostalgia
Halifax kills me. Kills me.
Still committed to moving to Toronto in September. Nevertheless. The Maritimes. They're like an old crush I can't get over.
Still committed to moving to Toronto in September. Nevertheless. The Maritimes. They're like an old crush I can't get over.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tick-tock of a Guelph summer day
7:35 - stumble out of bed
7:50: start making the 45-minute walk to campus to meet with advisor. I think the walk will wake me up. It doesn't, but Guelph morning is rather lovely.
8:35: meet with advisor. We agree on my paper outline, we hack out a timetable, he explains to me why the Toronto Island airport is unethical. Efficiency central.
9:00: Breakfast in the UC food court combined with catching up on some emails. Accidentally send an email meant for Zara to a charitable society resulting in some confusion and major embarrassment, but I am able to see the humour. Resubmit research ethics forms, get bus sticker, check some Barthes out of the empty, empty library. Bus home.
11:00: Arrive home. Drink tea and finish reading Josh MacDonald's Whereverville (a play about Newfoundland ten times better than those damn Mercer plays) on the porch.
12:00: Begin reading Josh MacDonald's Halo. Interrupted by arrival of roommates, and roomate's annoying girlfriend. Call Bell to activate our phone line while roommates loudly discuss stuff and holler things at me. An epic 45-minute phone odyssey of annoyance.
1:00: roommates clear out of house. Curb Your Enthusiasm and grilled cheese with bacon. Larry David buys a lot of sponge cakes.
2:00: leave for gym (now a half-hour bus ride from my new home, but I've got the time). Elliptical 30 minutes, treadmill 20 minutes. All while watching Desparate Housewives.
4:30: get home to roommate strumming on guitar with Flight of the Conchords in the background. Sit on couch and talk about how I should shower.
5:00: actually get up and shower.
5:45: leave for McCabe's. Leisurely dinner and drinks with roommates and Zara. Loud argument about the alleged necessity of actually buying drinks while in bars. Theme park analogies abound.
9:00: leave McCabe's for the Albion. A couple games of pool.
10:15: home. realize I am going to be in Halifax in a few days - maybe I should be getting my ducks in a row?
10:20: meh. That is tomorrow's challenge task.
7:50: start making the 45-minute walk to campus to meet with advisor. I think the walk will wake me up. It doesn't, but Guelph morning is rather lovely.
8:35: meet with advisor. We agree on my paper outline, we hack out a timetable, he explains to me why the Toronto Island airport is unethical. Efficiency central.
9:00: Breakfast in the UC food court combined with catching up on some emails. Accidentally send an email meant for Zara to a charitable society resulting in some confusion and major embarrassment, but I am able to see the humour. Resubmit research ethics forms, get bus sticker, check some Barthes out of the empty, empty library. Bus home.
11:00: Arrive home. Drink tea and finish reading Josh MacDonald's Whereverville (a play about Newfoundland ten times better than those damn Mercer plays) on the porch.
12:00: Begin reading Josh MacDonald's Halo. Interrupted by arrival of roommates, and roomate's annoying girlfriend. Call Bell to activate our phone line while roommates loudly discuss stuff and holler things at me. An epic 45-minute phone odyssey of annoyance.
1:00: roommates clear out of house. Curb Your Enthusiasm and grilled cheese with bacon. Larry David buys a lot of sponge cakes.
2:00: leave for gym (now a half-hour bus ride from my new home, but I've got the time). Elliptical 30 minutes, treadmill 20 minutes. All while watching Desparate Housewives.
4:30: get home to roommate strumming on guitar with Flight of the Conchords in the background. Sit on couch and talk about how I should shower.
5:00: actually get up and shower.
5:45: leave for McCabe's. Leisurely dinner and drinks with roommates and Zara. Loud argument about the alleged necessity of actually buying drinks while in bars. Theme park analogies abound.
9:00: leave McCabe's for the Albion. A couple games of pool.
10:15: home. realize I am going to be in Halifax in a few days - maybe I should be getting my ducks in a row?
10:20: meh. That is tomorrow's challenge task.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Random
All of a sudden I really wish I was in Disneyland. No apparent reason. Just in the mood for some good old-fashioned American corporate-controlled family fun. And a Mickey-shaped ice cream bar.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sometimes it takes the night to fall
Found a summer sublet and whole life outlook has improved immensely. It's got a total student vibe, which maybe I should have outgrown but after so many months living in a place with a retirement home vibe, I'm ready for more youthfulness. I'm going to be living with three of my classmates. Two of the guys are the official badasses of our program, sassy as hell but smart as hell too. We are all going to make an awesome posse. The place is close to downtown, on a shady tree-lined street. It has a back porch with a barbecue and three chickens who hang out in the yard. I am already in love with the idea of summer nights porching. We're making all sorts of grandiose plans, for house shows and guitar lessons and jam nights and movie nights and family dinners. Most of it will probably never happen, but it's so nice to have some sun on the horizon.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Serious case of the blahs going on one week. Watching a lot of 6th and 7th season West Wing, wishing I could either be CJ or marry CJ. Is that strange? Yes I think it is. Meanwhile, I am watching my deadlines as they whiz by. Motivation has gone down the tubes. Plus my roommate is having continual crying fits today and the walls are thin. There's really something to be said for pulling a Tobias Funke and crying in your nevernude shorts in the shower, with a facecloth in your mouth so nobody will hear you. Plus the conditioner will help your self-esteem.
I am actually a terrible person.
Nonetheless, the end is in sight. There is a summer sublet with potential. And Marley and Me was better than expected. So that's something.
I am actually a terrible person.
Nonetheless, the end is in sight. There is a summer sublet with potential. And Marley and Me was better than expected. So that's something.
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