One of US! One of US! One of US!

Well y’all, I finally have a blog! (Now all I need is an ipod! :P””””) MAYBE it will force me to write more, although I still feel traumatized by my grade three teacher making us write in a journal every morning. Most of my entries went like this:

Monday, November 5, 1984
It is Monday today. I hate writing in a journal every day. Maybe if I write really slowly the teacher won’t notice I have nothing to say. It’s still Monday. Blah blah blah blah. Keep writing. Five more minutes. Karen keeps trying to see what I’m writing. Maybe I should tell her this isn’t a test. It’s cold out today. I hope it snows…….

And you get the point. Boy things have NOT changed!

Monday, November 8, 2004
It’s Monday morning. I must write in my blog every day. Maybe if I concentrate really hard no one will notice I’m not working. Why is it still Monday? Blah blah blah blah. Keep typing. I have all the time in the world. Hayley keeps looking at my computer screen to see what I’m writing. Maybe I should tell her to f*ck off. It’s cold out today. I hope it snows……..

OK. Let’s rewind.
(Actually I need another cup of coffee…..)
Vreeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmm. (That’s the sound of a VHS tape rewinding, archaic as it may be…..) After work on Friday, Erik and I went to see THE GRUDGE. I think it was scary. It was hard to tell what with the mass of hysterical screaming teenagers and all. Things have definitely changed. When I was a teenager, putting my feet on the back of a chair was enough for Conan-the-usher to threaten to evict me from the theatre! There were three in particular yakking right behind my head who responded to my plea for silence with “No way! Everyone else is talking, why shouldn’t we?” and then proceeded to talk more and more. And the pimply-faced usher was no help – he didn’t have the balls to go near them or ask them to quiet down. Despite all that, the movie was entertaining. Although it’s always disheartening to see a superhero whimper like a helpless girly-girl and run like a lame sheep. (“Baaaaa, I’m scared! -SMG) After the movie we took a spin in Erik’s (uninsured) Grand Am, and picked a place to eat in like 30 seconds. (That’s probably a record for us. It normally takes several hours of debate to agree on a place to eat, and on occasion we’d take so long we’d just give up all together and go home hungry!) I think we were just being lazy. And the night would not have been complete without a trip to the other evil W, Walmart. I managed to leave the store with no dvd’s, just a new alarm clock for my mom who drowned her current clock in a cup of coffee.

Speaking of coffee and my mom (quell surprise!), I spent Saturday afternoon with her drinking coffee, shopping, drinking more coffee, and then more shopping. I hit the dvd jackpot, when somewhere between my sale being rung up and actually handing the money over my thrifty $18 purchase swelled into a $118 purchase! I was buying EVIL DEAD II and CHOPPING MALL when I spotted the original QUEER AS FOLK discs behind the counter. Score! They were half the price of the discs if they had been new.
I got home with just enough time to do laundry (the most evil and wretchedly annoying thing in the world - next to peas) before a Thai dinner with the roomies (Chris & Matt), the roomie-in-law (Kate), cock-rock loving Steve, and his perpetually-in-a-state-of-happies girlfriend Bridget. I love Scorpios. They’re so much fun and always cheerful. AND they like to make monkey noises in public. We went back to 3QF after dinner to hang. Bridget decided that Guinness tastes exactly like soy sauce and after tasting it myself decided that it would be best put to use making my hair shiny and manageable. I’ll stick to the rum thanks… After everyone left, Chris and I had a gossip – I mean “discussion” that did not include the acting abilities of Keanu Reeves. I started watching CHOPPING MALL in the hopes that it would be at least half as good as when I watched it as a kid.

Sunday I had a reunion with an old high school friend I haven’t seen for years and years. I haven’t stayed in touch with anyone from Napanee, so sometimes I feel a little disjointed from my past. It was never quite intentional, but when I left there and started a new life here I gradually either lost touch with everyone or decided to break off bad friendships. There are a lot of people I would love to see again, but I’ve changed and I can imagine many of them have not. I do, however, believe that if you are meant to maintain friendships with people, fate will just bring you together, as it has for me several times. So I ran into Erin on Yonge street a month or two ago, and we finally got together yesterday. I think it was therapeutic for both of us, because she broke off her Napanee ties too. We spent 4 ½ hrs back in time and between the two of us have still only managed to keep tabs on a small percentage of the N.D.S.S. population. We have a small town understanding of each other that no one here can understand. Like the reminiscing of past disastrous relationships (the guy that dumped her for his own cousin, impregnated her not once, but twice, and then beat her up. No joke.), like the glory of the Sandbanks in Picton, like how nothing compares to the horror section at Heads video, like the unpenetrable guy-group we both somehow managed to penetrate (her into their D&D games, me into their hangout at the fantasy XXX video store). When I went home I immediately cracked open my old yearbooks and photo albums.

P.S. It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s snowing!