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July 30, 2005
Smitten 2
Heading off to the cottage this morning to enjoy the rest of the long weekend.
Last night was....*sigh*...I enjoyed myself. Dinner. Drinks. Laughter. This is the part where I freak out and start over-analysing everything in my head (you know, "What if he was just being nice?", "What if he doesn't like me at all?", "What if he nevers calls?" etc.). Why do I revert to like, a 12 year old's mentality when it comes to guys??!?!
I must say, I remain smitten..to an even greater degree. I guess underneath the sarcasm and the irreverent sense of humour I'm just a huge sap.
"Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be...
What if this is just the beginning...
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you"
--"Why Can't I?"--Liz Phair
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July 28, 2005
Anticipation
Bad news: So I have tonsillitis again (stupid).
Good news: Plans tomorrow night with the New Guy. I couldn't be more excited. Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows!
"And I tell you how easy it is to be with you
And how right your arms feel around me.
But I rehearsed those words just late last night
When I was thinking about how right tonight might be."
"Anticipation" --Carly Simon
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July 27, 2005
Floating
A little bit smitten.
"I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that God himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay"
--"Such Great Heights" --Iron and Wine
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Bruised
I practised this morning in hopes of calming my mind before my dr's appointment (just a check-up..there isn't anything wrong with me). You see, I have what is quite possibly the world's worst case of White Coat Syndrome. And it's so weird. I mean, both my mum and stepdad are in the medical profession. I grew up in that milieu. We don't have normal dinnertime discussions...we talk about biopsies and interventional procedures, and things I know nothing about like, oh,I don't know, Pleuropulmonary Blastoma. That's what we do. That's the way my family is. I have no reason to have any fear of doctors. I've never had a bad experience with a doctor, hell, I've never even really had any kind of sickness. Never been in the hospital (knock on wood), so I don't know what all this stems from, but I suspect it has to do with two things: (a) feeling as though I have a lack of control, and (b) worrying that I'm going to find out there's something wrong with me.
Anyhow, the yoga didn't help. I was still shaking by the time they took my blood pressure (oh yeah, being afraid of the doctor is GREAT for when they take your blood pressure!).
So, I had to get blood taken (I like to keep an eye on my haemoglobin levels...thanks to the anaemia). They love me at the blood-taking places too..I have a bit of a tendency to faint..so they always have to give me a room where I can lay down while they take the blood. I am like, a medical worker's nightmare.
So, I don't know what happened, but for some reason my arm hurts more than it ever has before when I've had blood taken. And I have quite a sizeable bruise (which is strange, because it takes quite a bit for me to bruise). Anyhow...Gale, the bloodtaker, told me no heavy-lifting for a few days. I was like, "Yeah, whatever." But no w that it actually hurts to move my arm I'm beginning to agree with Gale.
Practice this morning was, in a word, stiff. And heavy. But, I did it. I'm glad that I'm getting into a bit of a routine about this home practice thing.
Oh, and this afternoon I did my first radio broadcast! YAY!
As for the other situation..I'm still refraining on commenting on it, but things are looking good...lots os talking, lots of laughter. Time will tell...
On my iPod: "Firedoor" --Ani DiFranco
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July 26, 2005
I can feel it
She came runnin'
I hate everything that came before me
Crush
I'm breakin' under the crush
Don't ignore me
'Cause you know I can always make it louder
Three
Three's nothin' out of ten
But you've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you, too
You can have it, you can have it
I've been runnin'
Just to get away from what's inside me
Rush
I'm drownin' under the rush
Happy birthday
To the best brother in the world
Hooray
At least I'm still cool to one girl
But you've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you, too
You can have it, you can have it
You've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you, too
You can have it
No strings attached
No copy to match
No drift to catch
No plans to hatch
No itch to scratch
Just infatuation
Is all you need
You could tell a million lies
And I'd think they all were true
Trust
That's my trust in you
It's what I value
And it's what I refuse to lose
You've got a thing for me
And I've got a thing for you, too
--Sloan
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July 25, 2005
Sometimes life sparkles
I practised today!
I only convinced myself to hit the mat by saying that I wouldn't follow the series, just do what I wanted, but once I was on the mat, maybe because I didn't have any expectations, everything just flowed beautifully. Went up to baddha konansana. Fell asleep in savasana and woke up confused about why I was laying on my living room floor with the cat curled up at the foot of my mat!
Hmm...good day today. Good few days. But I'm not going to write about them, because I don't want to jinx anything/ I think I might be prematurely excited.
Dazed. Confused. Smiling. Sparkling.
On my iPod: "Hallelujah" --k-os
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July 24, 2005
Swell
Hmm, let's see. Not too much to report.
Yesterday afternoon: got four pages of my paper done in two hours. Acording to those number, if I could just sit down for like, 6 hours straight I could write the rest of it. But in my experience it's never that simple.
Last night: Out with friends. To a bar. And then another bar. And then another bar. And then a souvlaki resto for a veg pita before hitting the pillow around 3. So needless to say....
This morning: No practice. Slept until 10:30 (usually making it past 8:30 is a big deal for me..so 10:30 was extreme).
This afternoon: Lovliness. Mall (ugh). Market. Tea shop. I love the tea shop. I'm addicted to the tea shop. I got two new kinds today: (1) Coronation Street (rooibos, sanddorn berries, strawberry leaves, orange peel), and (2) Hazelnut Cream (China/Ceylon, hazelnut crisp, natural cream flavour). I think I'm going to go brew a cup of coronation street immediately. And then I'm starting a pot of broccoli soup.
Tonight: Me, my new tea, the couch and Harry (as in, Potter).
Swell.
On my iPod: The Good Times Are Killing Me --Modest Mouse
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July 23, 2005
Procrastination 101
Top eleven signs that you're procrastinating, because you don't want to write a twenty page paper:
(11) You nearly convinced yourself that you need, need, a $100 "Zen Alarm Clock" that wakes you with a tibetan chime (it's in the 'Gift Items' section...in case you're in the market for one as well).
(10) You read the Star of Mysore in its entirety (I blame that one on KJS).
(9) You also read your Asia travel journal in its entirety (all 80 or so pages of it).
(8) You spent a long time organizing all the books you're using as references into four very organized piles according to topic and level of relevance.
(7) You write everything single-spaced and then double space it after every sentence you write to see how long it is (currently: two pages and four lines).
(6)You've written shopping lists for the grocery store and the drug store, even though there's nothing you need at the drug store (but hey, who can't use more cotton balls and nail polish, really?).
(5) You check you msn list obsessively to see if anyone else has logged in in the past ten seconds.
(4) Cleaning the toilet suddenly seems like an incredibly enticing task.
(3) You decided that your 'handwash only' shirt needs to be handwashed, immediately, if not sooner.
(2) One word: Wikipedia.
(1) You've done at least half a dozen headstands in the middle of your living room...because you can.
If you answered, "Shit, that's totally me.." to at least one of the above statements, not only are you procrastinating, you're also somewhat neurotic.
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Ick
If yesterday was high energy day, today was its evil twin: so-tired-and-sore-I-can-barely-stand-in-samasthiti-day.
Ugh.
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July 22, 2005
My feet hurt
I think I know why it is that yogis are considered to be so serene and peaceful: it's because we're always tired from getting up at such ungodly hours to practise.
I don't know if it was all that full moon energy, or the fact that I got so inspired from the idea of so many ashtangis gathered together in Mysore yesterday to thank Guruji and celebrate his birthday, but I was definitely ready to hit the mat this morning.
Primary up to navasana...wanted to do backbending this morning, but I ran out of time. I threw vinyasas between sides back into the equation, because I was feeling high engery and would have loved to do full primary, but school, a necessary evil, waits for no one.
So, good practice today. Fairly good flexibility. My twists are still evading me, as they always do when my practices are sporadic and undisciplined. My twists are always the first thing to go...my mari C was so pathetic this morning that I didn't even try to make a run at mari d.
And another thing that bothered me, I don't think I've ever mentioned it here, but I have major difficulties with Triang Mukha Eka Pada Paschimottanasana. It really, really hurts the foot on the bent leg. Someone told me that this had to do with hip openess, but I really do beg to differ. How would it be that I could put my foot behind my head/lock both feet behind my head in supta kurmasana, but still have triang mukha be painful? Doesn't make sense. The thing is, I have very high arches, and the bones in the tops of my feet protrude quite a bit..so when teachers adjust me in class I actually get bruises on the tops of my feet. Not normal. And the more I think about it, the more I realise my feet have always been like that...even as a very flexible kid I remember that it always hurt the tops of my feet to sit in virasana. Weird. Anyone else have this experience?
Anyhow...hopefully practice again tomorrow and Sunday and that will make it 4 times this week. Trying. Trying.
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July 21, 2005
Happy Birthday Guruji!
Happy 90th bithday Guruji.
And many thanks for this beautiful, strong, peaceful practice.
Om shanti.
(Meg, Guruji and I in Mysore, April 2004)
No practice yesterday, because I had to be at school early to prepare for a presentation. No practice today: moon day. Back to practice in the morning.
Last night I had a lovely night out with school people for my birthday. It was a really chill, fun night. Hopefully there's more fun to be had this weekend (aside from the 20 page paper that I'm finally tackling...not so much fun as it is torture).
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July 19, 2005
The Big 2-3
If your birthday is today:
Some people seem to think you are an easy touch. Some people seem to think they can mess you about and get away with it. Some people are in for a shock. Beneath the surfaced your emotions run deep and the more others stir you up the more likely it is you will pull them in, chew them up and spit them out again.
Gosh. Well. Don't mess with me then. Evidently. Although it's true...except for the chewing up and spitting out...I'm not that horrible.
So, yeah, today's the big 2-3. I hate the number 23. I think it's just that I hate odd numbers, especially threes.
Unfortunately, since I have a presentation to do in the morning I'm not doing anything too crazy or self-destructive tonight. I had a nice day though (considering I had school).
Everyone was lovely enough to wish me a happy birthday at school...I'm sure that had little to do with the fact that I've been interjecting, "Hey, did you know that it's my birthday in Tuesday?" into pretty much every conversation I've had over the last week! I'm sure that has nothing to do with it.
Got up this morning and wanted to do nothing more than sleep, but I convinced myself that since it was my birthday I should try to do nice things for myself, and such nice things include practice. Thus, I hit the mat and had a really nice hour long practice. Again just up to navasana. I figure that since my practice has regressed so much since the move, I have absolutely no business practising full primary. And, in the case of this morning, no time. And not enough space to do things like upavishta konasana, garbha pindasana and supta konasana. Anyhow, I practised and that's all that matters.
My mum and stepdad came to my place this afternoon bearing my card (I got gifts on the weekend already) and a beautiful bouquet of lilies and orchids. We went shopping for a little while and then out for dinner.
Now I'm sitting on my couch trying not to think about communication theory and failing miserably.
There's more that I want to write here, but I don't want this entry to carry on for an eternity, but as a reminder to myself...self: please remember to write about Meg's letter, as well as thoughts about the last year.
Tomorrow night: salsa with school people (that's code for drink too much cheap tequila)!
Okay, John Grierson is calling me name. "Democratic propaganda" and "good totalitarianism." Now there's some good shit!
On my iPod: Streamside --The Album Leaf, Across the Universe --Rufus Wainwright, One I Love --Coldplay, Come Pick Me Up --Ryan Adams
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July 17, 2005
Tome
Just finished the usual Sunday night drive up the 401, and I'm back in my living room, CBC Sunday Night on in the background. I'm pretty sure that anyone who sees me as I'm driving back to London must think that I'm insane. My Sunday night routine involves me listening to really crappy top 40 music, and singing along as loud as I can. Got a little too exited when Hollaback Girl came on tonight...memories of the Former Roommate and I singing it at the top of our lungs at Tokyo the last time I was in Montreal...a night that has grown to be one of those of mythic proportions. My last night in my city...at least I made it count.
This weekend was one of nostalgia. I spent Friday night and Saturday day with my mum at the cottage. We spent Saturday afternoon visiting the nearby small town where my mum grew up. It's like entering a giant time warp. It hasn't changed really since my mum lived there in the late 50s and early 60s. We walked around and she showed me what everything used to be, where her dad's restaurant was on the main street, where she and my uncle used to play badminton (on the front grass of the Baptist church), and the harbour where they used to swim. We went into the hardware store, and it remained unchanged from 50 years ago. The man working behind the counter was an elementary school classmate of my mum's. A woman in another store marvelled that my mum's dad used to own the best restaurant in town.
Then we drove on, to another nearby town where my mum used to go to dances six nights a week in summertime. She showed me the cottage where her boyfriend had lived, the marina that her classmates' parents had owned, the drive-in restaurant into which her step-brother had actually driven into one drunken night.
It was a perfect afternoon. I think it meant a lot to my mum to share all those memories with me. And I was thrilled to hear them, to try and see her memories the way she did. To learn how my mother became herself is to learn how I became me.
I went to my dad's house last (Saturday) night, and we spent a lazy day today around the house. This afternoon my aunt and cousins, who are visiting from Singapore, came over and we enjoyed a splendid, colourful, garlicky vegetarian feast that my stepmum had prepared for my birthday dinner, complete with an all natural chocolate and raspberry cake.
And my dad letured everyone who would tolerate him about the benefits of coenzyme Q10, or the dangers of a high-sodium diet. I don't think I've mentioned my father's recent transformation on here yet, so here it is. Picture this: a man in his late 50s, about 40 pounds overweight who's been urged by his daughter and wife to change his lifestyle (but to no avail) goes to the doctor and hears the awful truth. High blood pressure, high cholesterol (despite the fact that he's on scary cholesterol lowering drugs) and slightly elevated sugar. That was enough for him. He made the decision to change his life and his health. He cut out refined sugars and flours. Actually, he cut out unnaturally occurring sugar altogether. No more red meat or wine. No more laziness. No more snacking after dinner. Daily exercise.
Three months later he's lost 25 pounds and has become a health freak. Aside from the fact that he still eats meat I think he's worse than me now. He goes to the health food store about twice a week. He's taking a bucnh of supplements. Eating entirely organic. Seeing a naturopath. No alcohol, no caffeine. And, most importantly, his cholesterol is down to a level that's considered low even for a 30 year old. His blood pressure is 115/72 and his sugar is entirely normal.
I'm so proud of him, so proud of this transformation he's made. I'm proud that he cares about himself and his family enough to turn his life around. He's a different person: dealing with his stress, exited about life. My stepmum says she feels like they're newlyweds again, like he's a new man. So proud.
On the yoga front, I did a home practice on Thursday afternoon. Primary up to navasana. It was lovely. Peaceful, flowing, meditative. Balancing postures were great. I had a nice, calm finishing series and a sleepy savasana.
I got upgraded to a gold membership at my gym (I'm not sure why), and now I get access to their brand new gym that includes a pool...looking forward to starting swimming this week.
Radio tomorrow....more yoga this week..I swear.
Sorry that this entry was such a tome.
My latest article is here. Follow the links the luluzine. It's number 5 on the list. Read it. If you dare.
Quote of the day, "I studied so hard I'm sore." --The Gay Husband
On my iPod: "I Love This Town" --Joel Plaskett, "Transatlanticism" --Death Cab for Cutie, "The Hideout" --Sarah Harmer, "Frontin'" --Jamie Cullum, "Dearg Doom" --Emm Gryner
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July 13, 2005
The Disappearing Practice
It's been awhile, but I don't have much to say.
Yoga: I've completely fall off the yoga wagon. I'm mad at myself over this new development. Things keep coming up. I keep promising to do evening practices and then something happens, like last night when I ended up having to film with someone in my group and didn't get home until after eight. Or I just fall asleep, or can't muster up the energy, or, as was the case lsat week, have to deal with both ferocious tonsillitis and ladies' holiday at the same time. I'm kind of confused about my practice now. About it's place in my life and my attachment and/or non-attachment to it. I wish I had a teacher. Or at least another ashtangi with whom I could practice. This self-practice business isn't working for me...I'm too undisciplined. And, I hate the gym. I hate, hate, hate it...so that's part of the problem too..I hate going there, and therefore I'm less inclined to practice. F*%&...I'm quite mad at myself about this whole thing...I have only myself to blame for letting my practice slip though.
Other: spent a long weekend at the cottage doing absolutely nothing, other than going to the beach, going for 5km. walks each morning with my mum, playing Scrabble (won both times!) and going boating on Sunday. It was divine. I finally did nothing for the first time in awhile, and my body definitely appreciated it.
Um, hm, school's been fine, but busy as usual. Thankfully I got my whole telvision story done yesterday (it's not due until Thursday, so that was a bit of a relief). Editing makes me dizzy, dazed and confused, but at the same time I secretly love it. I start my radio rotation on Monday, which I'm looking forward to.
Monday night I went to the Black Eyed Peas concert with a few people from school. Not the usual Andrea kind of concert. In fact, I can't remember the last time I went to a big arena-venue show, but we had fun and danced our asses off, so that's really all that matters.
Other than that....trying to decide whether I should go to salsa night tonight, or stay in and chill. Firday night there's a BBQ, but I can't decide whether I should go or go to my parents' place instead. I think my family wants me to come home for the weekend to celebrate my birthday (it's officially next Tuesday), but I feel like I should go to the BBQ, because I never stay here and do things with my friends from school on weekends. So, I dunno. I just love getting away from here on weekends though...oh well, I'm sure i'll have fun either way.
Off to school...more editing today, yippee...and hopefully tennis tonight with the Dental Student.
On my iPod: "One more night" --The Stars, "Sleep Tonight" --The Stars, "First Five Times" --The Stars
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July 5, 2005
F*ck Tonsillitis
Ok. Fever's definitely not gone.
Just woke up from an hour long nap having had the following, disturbing, confusing dreams:
-my car was stolen and my dad turned into a crazy maniac and forced to to drive his car off-road while he engaged in a shoot-out...eventually I bailed.
-my (as yet imaginary) palatial mansion made of glass (a) didn't have doors with locks, instead it had these strange claw-like wooden things at the bottom of each door that were supposed to somehow lock into one another and (b) was surrounded by television crews who wanted to know if I'd accused the mafia of stealing my car...I, of course, wouldn't comment and slammed my non-locking doors in their faces
-then they asked me my opinion of the Karla Homolka publishing ban debacle (again, wouldn't comment....told them they should go interview an expert)
-then Meg and her mum and her sister showed up at my house and told me I was hosting a HUGE, fancy dinner party
-people kept trying to crash the dinner party and I couldn't keep them out because my doors wouldn't lock
-I gave the people who got kicked out cat food to eat (ew...strange...and mean)
-then I was going to visit someone up the street and a woman dressed in a bikini drove by in a car that was actually an orange bed with a clear plastic shell around it, and instead of pulling into a garage, she drove the car right into her house, which also was make of a clear plastic shell
-oh,and somewhere amidst all that craziness I had the same-old, not so unusual dream that I could stand up effortlessly from backbends...ha...I can't even stand up from the couch right now without severe sinus pain! Truly a dream...
-then, thankfully, I awoke.
Weird. Weird. Weird.
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I heart tonsillitis
I'm beginning to think that the ability to turn one's head is highly overrated--my glands are so swollen that I really am having problems turning my head, and it hasn't really seemed to affect my quality of life, except that it makes checking my blindspot difficult when driving, and it's quite painful, but other than that--who needs a neck?!?!
And the fact that my fever doesn't seem to want to break (although I think it might have broken this morning, but I'm not sure...could just be the Tylenol I took) is also really fun and special. Especially because it's really humid here again, so spending the night drenched in sweat was a whole lot of fun.
I think that the swelling in my tonsils is starting to go down a little bit now though. I think the antibiotics might be starting to kick in. The biggest step forward today in terms of healing has been that my uvula (the thing that hangs down at the back of your throat) isn't stuck to my tonsils anymore...so that's good!
My biggest accomplishment this morning: managing not to throw up while I was at school (the antibiotics really aren't agreeing with my stomach).
I was at school to film a classmate's interview with Senator Romeo Dallaire ( a high profile Canadian who was a leader of the ill-fated UN peacekeeping forces in Rwanda), but Sen. Dallaire got called back to Ottawa, and thus the interview was cancelled. So I managed to make it back to my car, to the grocery store (bought massive amounts of yogurt to try to get some good bacteria back in my digestive system), Blockbuster (rented Bride and Prejudice and Coach Carter) and now I'm home and resting.
At least I'm not missing class....if this had happened a week ago it would have been a disaster.
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July 4, 2005
The End
I had a fabulous weekend in Montreal. And to think, that I wasn't even wearing my lucky dress. It was seriously one of the best weekends of my life. There wasn't anything particularly extraordinary about it, but it was just so wonderful to be back in Montreal with all my friends, laughing until we could barely breathe. Honestly, the Gay Husband and I laughed so much each day that it was probably the equivalent of like, 500 sit-ups.
The weekend started out a little annoyingly...my flight out of Toronto was delayed, and it took about half an hour of waiting at the baggage carousel before I got my luggage in Montreal, but then the Gay Husband and another friend, the Psych Student, met me at the airport with a sign and flowers and we spent the night eating at one of my favourite restaurants (Casa Tapas on Rachel), drinking wine, and then meeting up with more friends for drinks at Vol and then Verandah. I ran into the Former Crush (from work) and we chatted for awhile. It was just so great to be with all my friends again, to have them raise their glasses and say, "Welcome home!" That meant a lot.
It was HOT...my Gay Husband's apartment was about a million degrees, so Friday (Canada Day) we spent time at the (very air conditioned) movies, and then made our way over to the Former Roommate's new, beautiful apartment, where we chilled for quite awhile. Had dinner at Souvenirs du Bangkok. Had a crazy night Friday night: drinks with the Former Roommate and the Gay Husband at the Reformed Pothead's apartment. Watched the fireworks from the Old Port on the Refomred Pothead's roof. Got guestlisted for Tokyo and we all decided to head down there around midnight-ish. Ah, yes, Tokyo. I never don't have fun there! Ran into the New Lawyer there. Danced like maniacs. Hung out on the roof patio. Met the MBA Student...we left at close (3am)...didn't get back to the Gay Husband's until after 6am...
Saturday morning was full of confusion....I didn't know where the Gay Husband had ended up (we'd gotten separated at the end of the night, and he wasn't at his apt. when I got back there), and we eventually managed to get a hold of one another and had an awesome brunch with the Reformed Pothead and the Psych Student.
The rest of Saturday we just lazed around, watched DVDs...tried really hard to stay awake. We went for a massively long (2 hour) walk around the Plateau and then came home and watched more DVDs and Live 8.
Sunday was dim sum (I'd been planning on going to J&E's level 3 on Sunday morning, but when the Former Roommate proposed dim sun I couldn't resist) with the Former Roommate and his friend, and then we walked all the way to Westmount so that I could go visit people at store. It was great to see everyone there, and I spent the last of my employee gift certificates on a couple pieces from the new line (called Oqoqo..all made from things like hemp and soy, but nothing like what you'd imagine hemp and soy clothing to look like...they look and feel more like American Apparel cottons than hipppy-esque hemp stuff).
Then it was off to the airport.
The flight back to T.O. was tough. I was really overtired, my tonsils were swollen, and I missed my friends desperately. And the thing was, that this weekend was really the last time I'll have like that, with those people, in Montreal. The Gay Husband is moving back to Toronto at the end of the month, the Reformed Pothead is leaving in August to travel in Asia for at least a year, the Debater and the Model are already gone. Next time I go back there the only people really who are still going to be there are my Former Roommate and his boyfriend. So this weekend was truly the end of Montreal as I know it. And leaving that behind is tough. Change is a part of life though, I realise that, and I am happy where I am now, but not like I was this weekend.
I know we'll all stay friends though...we've been each other's family for the past five years, but, it will be different nonetheless.
Today I'm still at my parents' place. I was planning on heading back to London this morning, but I woke up with the worst case of tonsilitis I've had since I was about 12. (Thanks to my action-packed weekend...which my mother keeps lecturing me about). So, I feel absolutely awful: fever, chills, my whole neck hurts and swallowing is a bitch. Anyhow, I'm waiting for my stepdad to get home from work this morning so that he can prescribe some antibiotics for me, and hopefully I can head back to London this afternoon.
The good news is though that I don't have class this week, just time to work independently, so I'm not missing anything at school, and I can do most of my work from here.
Being sick isn't really helping my state-of-mind at all this morning...I'm still feeling down and a little wistful. It's one of those things where you've been looking forward to something for awhile and now it's over and you're just kind of like....blah.
I think that once I get back to London though and get back into my routine there things will be better.
Happy birthday Daddy! I'm sorry that I can't celebrate with you today, but I wish you all kinds of fun and happiness nonetheless. Thank you for all that you do.
"Everybody's changing and I don't know why."
--Keane
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