Here is the playlist of my life right now, which I have called "Summer 1". It is awesome.
Independance Day -- Elliot Smith
Tomorrow Tomorrow -- Elliot Smith
Bottle Up and Explode! -- Elliot Smith
St Ide's Heaven -- Elliot Smith
Symphonic -- Emm Gryner
Stereochrome -- Emm Gryner
This Is the Dream of Win and Regine -- Final Fantasy
Naked As We Came -- Iron & Wine
Succexy -- Metric
Holland 1945 -- Neutral Milk Hotel
Two-Headed Boy -- Neutral Milk Hotel
Aeroplane Over the Sea -- Neutral Milk Hotel
Letter from an Occupant -- New Pornographers
Body Says No -- New Pornographers
The Magic Position -- Patrick Wolf
Bluebells -- Patrick Wolf
Put the Book Back on the Shelf -- Belle & Sebastian
String Bean Jean -- Belle & Sebastian
Saturday, 26 April 2008
Thursday, 24 April 2008
Future Haligonian?
In Halifax, even the adds are cool.
There are fabulous consignment stores, like this one, where I bought my prom dress for 2$.
There are fabulous consignment stores, like this one, where I bought my prom dress for 2$.
Best. Breakfast. Ever. Coastal Cafe.
My tutorial classroom next year?
King's is so fancy. And pretty.Foux du fa fa
I have always been very prone to bouts of nostalgia. Every so often I get lost in memory, go back through bits of the brief journals I'd keep now and then, and often, cry. I'm a big sap. Doesn't matter if it's a happy thing or a sad thing, thinking about the past just gets me in a weepy way. For some reason, I tend to think that things won't get better, that the best is right now. Of course, that's when I'm right in it... then I move on to the next plane of awesome, and repeat the process.
Today, two planes converged. The improv team was invited to my old elementary school to perform with one other team and do workshops with some of the students. I have a love/hate relationship with that school. I went to the same school for TEN YEARS. That is a very long time. I went through my first days away from my mom, making first friendships (then losing them), first crushes, teachers I loved, teachers I hated, teachers who inspired me... it all came from there. By the time I was finishing up there, the principal sucked and we were all beyond ready to move on. But as much as I was happy to move on to a new place, I still have a lot of love for that place. I get excited when I get to go back there.
So I was pretty happy to do the workshops. Not only did I get to have fun with my team again, but we got to pass it on! What's not to love? What I didn't know was that this afternoon, there would be another performance for the students -- a musical Stomp-esque group made up, in part, of people I haven't seen since grade eight graduation. People who, for the most part, I never wanted to see again. They were cool, I wasn't, that's how it goes. I have come to understand how unimportant "coolness" is and I've long since moved on... except when I see people I went to grade eight with, I immediately think about what I'm wearing, who I'm with, will they think I'm way cooler than I was, will they judge me, will they laugh at me after I leave... insecurities are fun! I was not excited to see them, but improv has taught me that the people who you think are the coolest and most popular are just as insecure and freaked as everyone else. I tried to remember this all afternoon.
In the end it didn't really matter. It was ok seeing everyone, they were nice, I was nice, the boys were suddenly really built and less attractive than I remembered them. C'est la vie, I guess. What was great was performing again. We were rusty, but it was still wonderful. I love my team.
Today, two planes converged. The improv team was invited to my old elementary school to perform with one other team and do workshops with some of the students. I have a love/hate relationship with that school. I went to the same school for TEN YEARS. That is a very long time. I went through my first days away from my mom, making first friendships (then losing them), first crushes, teachers I loved, teachers I hated, teachers who inspired me... it all came from there. By the time I was finishing up there, the principal sucked and we were all beyond ready to move on. But as much as I was happy to move on to a new place, I still have a lot of love for that place. I get excited when I get to go back there.
So I was pretty happy to do the workshops. Not only did I get to have fun with my team again, but we got to pass it on! What's not to love? What I didn't know was that this afternoon, there would be another performance for the students -- a musical Stomp-esque group made up, in part, of people I haven't seen since grade eight graduation. People who, for the most part, I never wanted to see again. They were cool, I wasn't, that's how it goes. I have come to understand how unimportant "coolness" is and I've long since moved on... except when I see people I went to grade eight with, I immediately think about what I'm wearing, who I'm with, will they think I'm way cooler than I was, will they judge me, will they laugh at me after I leave... insecurities are fun! I was not excited to see them, but improv has taught me that the people who you think are the coolest and most popular are just as insecure and freaked as everyone else. I tried to remember this all afternoon.
In the end it didn't really matter. It was ok seeing everyone, they were nice, I was nice, the boys were suddenly really built and less attractive than I remembered them. C'est la vie, I guess. What was great was performing again. We were rusty, but it was still wonderful. I love my team.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Think I'd better follow you around
This past weekend, I took a trip to Halifax, to visit the University of King's College. I had never been to the maritimes before, so this was a pretty exciting trip. Also that I'd be looking at the place where I'd potentially live for the next four years, which is a pretty exciting thing as well.
The first thing we noticed was the jay-walking. There is lots of jay-walking in every city, but in Halifax, the cars will stop for you if they see you waiting by the side of the road for a break in traffic, thus creating your break. This goes in the "pro" column for Halifax.
As if King's doesn't have enough pros on its own. That school blows my mind. It's a small university, like I wanted, with a rich history, loads of traditions, a beautiful campus, amazing program, great student community... everything I want. Everything. They even do exchanges, and they have a killer improv team.
On my first night, I went to hang out with some friends of mine who go to King's. We had an animated movie night and watched Titan AE (Joss Whedon of Buffy and Firefly fame helped write it. Who knew?). I met a swedish bloke who reminds me quite a bit of the roommate from Notting Hill. Yes, the crazy welsh one. King's has all sorts of fun characters.
Side note: I'm actually pretty proud of myself for getting in to King's. I was accepted to the Journalism program, which lets in only 40 people every year. I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it, but stranger things have happened, so here I am. And it's a great program -- you get hired right away.
Well. My Concordia interview is on Friday, but King's is clearly winning right now. It's just hard, because it's so far away... I would see my family and old friends much less. I would see Ottawa much less. I have never lived anywhere else but Ottawa, in the house I'm in right now. Change is scary a little bit. I hope I'm up for it.
The first thing we noticed was the jay-walking. There is lots of jay-walking in every city, but in Halifax, the cars will stop for you if they see you waiting by the side of the road for a break in traffic, thus creating your break. This goes in the "pro" column for Halifax.
As if King's doesn't have enough pros on its own. That school blows my mind. It's a small university, like I wanted, with a rich history, loads of traditions, a beautiful campus, amazing program, great student community... everything I want. Everything. They even do exchanges, and they have a killer improv team.
On my first night, I went to hang out with some friends of mine who go to King's. We had an animated movie night and watched Titan AE (Joss Whedon of Buffy and Firefly fame helped write it. Who knew?). I met a swedish bloke who reminds me quite a bit of the roommate from Notting Hill. Yes, the crazy welsh one. King's has all sorts of fun characters.
Side note: I'm actually pretty proud of myself for getting in to King's. I was accepted to the Journalism program, which lets in only 40 people every year. I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it, but stranger things have happened, so here I am. And it's a great program -- you get hired right away.
Well. My Concordia interview is on Friday, but King's is clearly winning right now. It's just hard, because it's so far away... I would see my family and old friends much less. I would see Ottawa much less. I have never lived anywhere else but Ottawa, in the house I'm in right now. Change is scary a little bit. I hope I'm up for it.
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Belle & Sebastian season
When the air starts getting warm and the snow recedes from lawns, I pull out the Belle & Sebastian. It is perfect for sunny, springtime days. For some reason, I especially like Get me Away from Here, I'm Dying on warm days. This is probably deeply psychologically telling.
When it comes to technology, I am pretty mainstream. When my computers pops up a question to me, half the time I have not idea what it's talking about. I have Windows Vista because it came with my computer. My mp3 player is an iPod, because everyone had iPods, so they had to be decent right? I named it Igraine, like, Morgaine le Fay's mother. Shows you where my priorities lie.
I have always used Internet Explorer for all of my web work. It comes with the computer, and so I figured it's the one to use. That is, until earlier this week when my friend who is what I would call a computer geek (but of course in a very loving way), suggested to me that I try Mozilla Firefox, some newfangled fancy other way of surfing the internet.
Well.
Not only did I download Mozilla, which runs much faster, but I downloaded a nifty mod (jargon!) that makes it super pretty! I now look forward to checking email like never before. Apparently I am very behind the times, which means I'm right on schedule.
When it comes to technology, I am pretty mainstream. When my computers pops up a question to me, half the time I have not idea what it's talking about. I have Windows Vista because it came with my computer. My mp3 player is an iPod, because everyone had iPods, so they had to be decent right? I named it Igraine, like, Morgaine le Fay's mother. Shows you where my priorities lie.
I have always used Internet Explorer for all of my web work. It comes with the computer, and so I figured it's the one to use. That is, until earlier this week when my friend who is what I would call a computer geek (but of course in a very loving way), suggested to me that I try Mozilla Firefox, some newfangled fancy other way of surfing the internet.
Well.
Not only did I download Mozilla, which runs much faster, but I downloaded a nifty mod (jargon!) that makes it super pretty! I now look forward to checking email like never before. Apparently I am very behind the times, which means I'm right on schedule.
Sunday, 6 April 2008
I'm crazy, but I get the job done
I wrote a blog post last night at 3am whilst inebriated, but fortunately it was eaten by blogger. Count yourselves lucky. I know I do.
Yesterday we had an improv practice during the afternoon since (omg) nationals start on Tuesday, and we perform on Thursday night. Yikes! I'm having nightmares about it. More on that later.
After an afternoon of sorting ourselves out, we went to the musical in the evening. Our school put on Damn Yankees as the bi-annual (is that right? I'm trying to say it happens every two years) musical. I was a little worried ahead of time, having heard it really sucked, but it ended up being really fun. However, has anyone seen this musical? There is a scene that's about getting women drunk and naked and having your way with them. And the strong female character, the only one in charge of herself, is a villain who is ridiculed because she is unmarried. It helped that the stars were my friends, so we got to laugh a lot, but still... I would have been more offended if girls dressed as male baseball players hadn't been singing about getting women naked.
A party formed up at Davis's after the show. It was the usual teenage dance/drinks/loudness party time. A little too loud, I think. Davis was way stressed. There were a lot of teenage boys who are just really loud people, especially when drunk, and I don't blame her at all for wanting them to cool it. I'm impressed she put up with us so long.
The whole thing wrapped up when I got a ride home from a friend's dad at 3, came into my house loudlly, made a bagel with cream cheese since I'd eaten very little all day, and then tried to blog.
I don't know what caused the dream, but I had a bad one last night. I can't remember it very well now, but I was with the improv team, except I couldn't find everyone and we weren't ready for our performance and I was so stressed and I was in a car with some strangers, trying to get to the NAC. It was bad. I woke up feeling stressed and unrested.
So, maybe my drunk blogging would have been more fun to read. However. There are some things a girl should just keep off the internet.
Yesterday we had an improv practice during the afternoon since (omg) nationals start on Tuesday, and we perform on Thursday night. Yikes! I'm having nightmares about it. More on that later.
After an afternoon of sorting ourselves out, we went to the musical in the evening. Our school put on Damn Yankees as the bi-annual (is that right? I'm trying to say it happens every two years) musical. I was a little worried ahead of time, having heard it really sucked, but it ended up being really fun. However, has anyone seen this musical? There is a scene that's about getting women drunk and naked and having your way with them. And the strong female character, the only one in charge of herself, is a villain who is ridiculed because she is unmarried. It helped that the stars were my friends, so we got to laugh a lot, but still... I would have been more offended if girls dressed as male baseball players hadn't been singing about getting women naked.
A party formed up at Davis's after the show. It was the usual teenage dance/drinks/loudness party time. A little too loud, I think. Davis was way stressed. There were a lot of teenage boys who are just really loud people, especially when drunk, and I don't blame her at all for wanting them to cool it. I'm impressed she put up with us so long.
The whole thing wrapped up when I got a ride home from a friend's dad at 3, came into my house loudlly, made a bagel with cream cheese since I'd eaten very little all day, and then tried to blog.
I don't know what caused the dream, but I had a bad one last night. I can't remember it very well now, but I was with the improv team, except I couldn't find everyone and we weren't ready for our performance and I was so stressed and I was in a car with some strangers, trying to get to the NAC. It was bad. I woke up feeling stressed and unrested.
So, maybe my drunk blogging would have been more fun to read. However. There are some things a girl should just keep off the internet.
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
Why are you lookin so grave?
Sometimes I have days where I just can't handle people. I don't know if it's my hormones or stress, but sometimes no matter how hard I try, I just miss every time. Today was one of those days.
When I woke up, I felt it. I rolled off the couch late, first off. I'm staying on the couch while my aunt is visiting, and her flight was canceled during the lovely fog of the other day, so I have stayed on the couch. This means I wake up cranky, and my organs get mushed together in funny ways. Then I couldn't figure out how/what to eat. So then I was late.
It just went on from there. I feel bad for my friends at spare who had to deal with me. No matter what anyone said it rubbed me the wrong way, and I would (unfortunately) return the favour. Ugh.
U of T offers of admission were received today. Many of my friends got letters and were super excited. I've only heard from Carleton, and I'm getting a little stressed. I know I shouldn't be, since I applied mostly out of province (except for Queen's and Carleton) and out of province takes longer to reply. All I've heard is that Concordia wants me to prove I'm a Canadian citizen. I sent off the proof today, so I hope I hear soon. I just want to get excited with everyone else.
When I woke up, I felt it. I rolled off the couch late, first off. I'm staying on the couch while my aunt is visiting, and her flight was canceled during the lovely fog of the other day, so I have stayed on the couch. This means I wake up cranky, and my organs get mushed together in funny ways. Then I couldn't figure out how/what to eat. So then I was late.
It just went on from there. I feel bad for my friends at spare who had to deal with me. No matter what anyone said it rubbed me the wrong way, and I would (unfortunately) return the favour. Ugh.
U of T offers of admission were received today. Many of my friends got letters and were super excited. I've only heard from Carleton, and I'm getting a little stressed. I know I shouldn't be, since I applied mostly out of province (except for Queen's and Carleton) and out of province takes longer to reply. All I've heard is that Concordia wants me to prove I'm a Canadian citizen. I sent off the proof today, so I hope I hear soon. I just want to get excited with everyone else.
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