OH MY GOD BENEDICT ARNOLD IS MARCHING ON QUEBEC CITY! WE ARE ALL DOOMED!
The next clip is the Plains of Abraham and I am left totally hanging. WHAT HAPPENED TO ARNOLD AND QUEBEC?
This is what I get for not caring in grade 10 history. I really need to get up to snuff.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I will not know gravity
Some real bombshells have dropped the last few days, nothing that has to do with my life but much that has to do with my friends' lives. And although it does not change how much I love them, I am just all-around stunned, horrified, and my perspective has just taken an incredibly abrupt and much-needed turn.
At the same time, I have felt more at home in these past few days than I have in ages. There have been so many Virginia Woolfesque moments of the sublime recently. Being doubled over on Queen Street laughing at Zara's remarks about my pockets. Writing in a drafty Second Cup with Ian and Christine's faces visible behind my computer screen and Great Lake Swimmers in my ears. Eating a homemade dinner on my floor watching ridiculous TV with four friends sitting in chairs above me, bickering and mocking and giggling. After spending so long attempting to establish my geography and my history, I am in the here and now, in my time and place, and I am embracing it.
At the same time, I have felt more at home in these past few days than I have in ages. There have been so many Virginia Woolfesque moments of the sublime recently. Being doubled over on Queen Street laughing at Zara's remarks about my pockets. Writing in a drafty Second Cup with Ian and Christine's faces visible behind my computer screen and Great Lake Swimmers in my ears. Eating a homemade dinner on my floor watching ridiculous TV with four friends sitting in chairs above me, bickering and mocking and giggling. After spending so long attempting to establish my geography and my history, I am in the here and now, in my time and place, and I am embracing it.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Love this town, birthday edition
Epic hashbrowns at Patterson's, epic cocktails at the new Olive Branch. Wandering and basking in all those well-worn places.
Mercilessly mocked for map of Canada and laughed harder than I have since I-don't-know-when. Ducky's to tent to Ducky's to tent to B.A. crowd surfing on an inner tube.
Reunions right left and centre. Familiar faces, both expected and unexpected.
I am so comfortably me here; I miss this.
I love this place like I love no other, but I don't want it to be that way. This can't sustain. I want to fall for another place. Maybe Tuesday will be the push I need.
Mercilessly mocked for map of Canada and laughed harder than I have since I-don't-know-when. Ducky's to tent to Ducky's to tent to B.A. crowd surfing on an inner tube.
Reunions right left and centre. Familiar faces, both expected and unexpected.
I am so comfortably me here; I miss this.
I love this place like I love no other, but I don't want it to be that way. This can't sustain. I want to fall for another place. Maybe Tuesday will be the push I need.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Love this town
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.
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.
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.
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