Halloween Pub Night

Let me just start by saying that Pub Night last night went from 9 pm until 2 am. When I left around midnight there were still people lined up to get in.

Boy am I glad that when I arrived there was a huge line that my friends were standing at the front of. And I mean very front. Normally I would never cut in line, I'm not that kind of a jerk (I am other kinds)... but the line was just so long. I got to have the whole experience.

Three hours later I left school avoiding pools of vomit, having consumed fair amounts of alcohol, danced my ass of alone and with a cow (udders and all).

Two things this picture doesn't show:

1) I had blacked out two of my teeth. A very disgusting experience

2) My track pants were shiny and tapered with elastics and zippers at the ankle.

Everyone looked slutty and hot and I looked like this:

Fuckin Freezin

I thought global warming was supposed ot make things warm, not fucking cold where cities are blanketed with snow in October. It's all bananas.

I just spent the last 3 hour lying on a cold floor in a freezing room watching a very long movie version of Henry V.

It was cold and boring and cold and uncomfortable and cold.

Why do schools still have air comditioning when it's -1 000 000 degrees outside?

It's cruel.

Domo Arigato

Today, while walking back from school through the parking lot, there was a group of girls in a pickup truck with the windows down and doors open, blasting music. As I got closer, I realized it was 'Mr. Roboto'. They saw me and my friend approaching as there was no one else around.

As soon as I knew they could see me, I broke out into 'the robot' dance. They all laughed and I danced away through the parking lot. I mean, the music was loud!

It reminded me of the car commercial that Tony Hale was in and the parody of it on Arrested Development. I will display the link here for your viewing pleasure. Please watch it, it took me a really long time to find it.

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=5021272

Invisible

Okay, this picture and title have nothing to do with the text, but that's ok.

Today I was on a bus coming back from seeing a play and a woman in a car pulled out of her driveway without looking both ways. The bus stopped suddenly (so, you know, he wouldn't kill her) and we all jolted forward. Except one sweet, cute old man went flying off his seat onto the floor and hit his head on the pole. He got up, embarassed, but he was bleeding. Soon the blood covered half his face and the driver pulled over at the next stop and called an ambulance. Then we waited for another bus while an ambulance and firetruck came.

The man was fine, a little bloody but he said he didn't even have a headache. And if it was me I sure would be embarassed. Eventually we got on the other bus and went back 'home'.

Things like this take you out of the numbing routine of life... makes you realize that things are happening. Big or small, drastic changes occur in peoples lives every day; good or bad, planned or unplanned.

It's real.

Nightmare

I had an awful dream last night. For some reason we were doing Urinetown again and I missed every single one of my entrances.

I literally was not onstage for any of the first act... which was wierd because the plot wouldn't make sense without me there.

The dream ended at intermission with me begging to go onstage for the second act... although it wouldn't make any sense because the audience wouldn't know who I was.

I've Decided

I'm going to be white trash for halloween this year. I have an amazing costume.

*This is not my costume... but I'm proud of the trashiness.

Costumes

Halloween is approaching. I have no idea what to be.

P.S. This guy ate lunch all alone dressed and sitting like that.

These are just 2 of many photos I took at a party for Z!NK Magazine in the spring. They were never published. Bastards.

I'm pretty sure that's Fefe Dobson. Her friend was a bitch.

As I was leaving, Derek from Sum 41 was coming in and I didn't get a shot of him.

Maybe that's why they didn't publish my photos.

I want a Tatoo

Be careful who tatoos you.

It's forever.

Madness

Thanksgiving is over.

I'm back in Windsor.

I had a performance and test today.

I have a bigger performance and test tomorrow.

Then a performance the day after that.

And a test the day after that.

I still have not unpacked my luggage.

My baby (cat) Astra has a disgusting case of fleas. And everytime I have an itch I think there is a flea on me.

I need to find time to get my foot X-rayed... ASAP.

I need to buy groceries.

But I'm eating some delicious Spanikopita right now so it's all good.

Going Home

The view from a train to Montreal.

I'm finally going home tonight.

Right now I'm on a high from jazz class. I've found I'm become more flexible and muscle-y and getting better at dance. I was also able to (for the most part) sucessfuly identify notes during melodic dictation in ear training.

I'm taking the train in three hours and I'm feeling good.

It's rare that I feel excited but I do and just that thought makes me feel more excited.

Good For a Laugh

This Will Change Your Life

I didn't write this, but I often wish I did.

When Sky Blue Gets Dark Enough to See the City Lights

I'm coming home for a good 2.5 days for Thanksgiving.
I miss the city. I love what I'm doing here but to me, cement > nature.

I miss Astra.

I miss my mother.

I miss this girl.

I miss this girl.

I miss my room.

I miss his belches.

I miss my neighbourhood.

I miss MT at Rosedale.

I wear my scars like bling

This is a bruise I'm proud of.
And this is as it was healing.

I got this from popping out of a safe during a rehearsal for Urinetown.

I currently have another huge bruise on the side of my calf, about 4 inches wide. I have no idea where I got it from. People keep asking.

I've always bruised easily. For awhile, after watching an episode of Charlie Brown, I thought I might have Leukemia. But that was eight years ago and I think I would be dead by now, no?

I also love this scar, as ugly as it is.

OMG, like, ANTM is totally on!

It's Wednesday night, which means America's Next Top Model is on. Watching that show feeds your brain about as much as a Diet Coke. I won't even get started on the fact that the girls don't actually become a 'top model' but disappear into the abyss of D-list stars and are rarely heard from again. Or the fact that brands like CoverGirl are blatantly advertised throughout the show, not to mention at the beginning of every commercial break. Commercials are annoying yet accepted as a part of the TV experience, but product placement in a TV show really irks me. It seems like I'm wasting an hour of my life watching superficial girls cry about nothing and bitch at eachother while being advertised to. If I wanted that kind of experience I would pay $5 for a book of ads called Vogue magazine.

Alas, I have a point:

Is it just me or is Tyra Banks a complete fake?

She has a great message about loving yourself and your body just the way it is... but it seems to me that that message was concocted not out of humanitarianism but out of a need for television viewers.

I can just imagine a team of people behind her thinking this motto up in the wake of her 'fat' pictures surfacing. And I bet they didn't create it to inspire worldwide confidence in teenage girls but $$$ in their pockets.

That is my food for thought. And eat it up, Tyra would want you to.

This is a test.
This is me officially testing my blog.
Is it working? I hope so.
Alright then.