CLOCKS STOPPED at the CORNER of ALBERT STREET

for all these years

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 14:58:33 GMT

Next year's season at Stratford looks really dull. With a few good things. Graham Greene playing Shylock!? I like this: I have often said Natives are the Jews of Canada. Brian Bedford directing and starring as Lear. William Hutt and Fiona Reid in Albee. To Kill a Mockingbird, Allie!

But, any season that includes An Ideal Husband and Oklahoma is not for us.

I've decided to subscribe to Soulpepper, a big step on the road to my matuirity. I told Noreen that they're doing Leaving Home and she started to cry like she'd won the lottery.

John Mighton's talking at school today. "I'm writing a math test in the 7th grade, I'm stuck on the last problem..."

Thu, 18 May 2006 21:45:19 GMT

Harrison, deep contemplative.

The second one.

Aren't commonplace things sometimes beautiful?

Hehe, I'm going to be one of those people that takes pictures on their phones and posts them on livejournal and goes to eat thai food at the green room while drinking rye and ginger!

I'm amused.

And the resize feature on livejournal makes things very easy for an idiot like me.

the movie about the shvartzas!?

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 04:29:42 GMT

I've said it before, and I'll say it again:

pinch her bottom

Wed, 31 Aug 2005 14:59:22 GMT

I think Jess Bloom will appreciate this more than anyone, but look:

issues

Fri, 12 Aug 2005 16:09:17 GMT

Guess what?

I am typing this on my new laptop!!!

I have a computer that does stuff!

I watched a dvd on it!

I have a virus scan!

A real computer!

just couldn't save latin

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 18:01:02 GMT

FALL TERM

Drama- Theory (part one)
Drama- Performance
20th Century English Lit (part one)
The Use and Abuse of the English Language
Biblical Hebrew

ah, the liberal arts...

you should've gone poopy before it was time to run out on the cheque

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 02:49:52 GMT

No one told me Pam was coming in this weekend.

I may have to kill her.

I have too much on my mind this weekend to be in direct contact with bitchface.

Need help...

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 19:32:08 GMT

I am at Thornlea now
and I'm terrified.

two young Leonati

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 19:52:47 GMT

Last night, before stand-up, I welcomed the new addition to my family. I was unable to speak at his Christening, and so I send this out to Leonatus:

"Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift;/ His comfort thrive, his trials well are spent./ Our jovial star reigned at his brith, and in/ Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade./ He shall be lord to Lady Imogen,/ And happier much by his affliction made."

-Cymbeline V.iv

And to Agnes:

"Fear no more the heat o' th' sun/ Nor the furious winter's rages;/ Thou thy worldly task hath done,/ Home art gone and ta'en thy wages./ Golden lads and girls all must,/ As chimney-sweepers come to dust."

-Cymbeline IV.ii

(It'll always be a Cymbeline-esque adventure with Hannah downtown).

Took the day off. Didn't want to get out of bed today. The snow blower's dead, but there'll be no funeral dirge sung for it. I shovelled and then ate and now I'm looking for more food to eat. It's one of those inanimate days, stay on the ouch and vegetate and try and convince noreen to go get me a latte and a chocolate pecan pie bar. Maybe I'll go back to sleep.

What's the deal with all this snow?

ling-ling

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 16:26:36 GMT

I thought I'd share this...

My nerdom need not be commented on.

the rest of our lives

Sat, 26 Feb 2005 14:39:23 GMT

Yesterday I thought to myself, "I need to go mad album shopping."

I really do. I gots nothing except a shitload of The Hip, Dave, and movie soundtracks.

I need to listen to other music... poo.

I also thought, "Wow. I really am the good child. Pam's a bitch... albeit a medicated one, but still a bitch." She was so bitchy to our waitress at the Centre St Deli who only wanted to buy one of those cancer bracelets. And to compensate for Pam's bitchy response, I immediately whipped out the cell phone and called Harriet... but she was in class.

I want a new sister.

I also thought, "The moon is opposing the sun in my sign. Maybe that's why I'm so out of it... No. That's probably bullshit."

I am taking the word "rotten" as in "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark" very seriously

Tue, 22 Feb 2005 17:49:11 GMT

Becoming Fully Human makes me hate the fact that I have to be a human. It makes me want to reconcile spirituality with religion, to open everyone's eyes and say, "Look at how silly we are!" Just go into a public place and scream, howl, show pure emotion like what I did when I broke my car. I want the world change... but I don't necessarily want to be the person to change it. I wish everything just burned up and started fresh.
Maybe I'm just nervous about my Ryerson audition.
I'm not sure if I believe in reincarnation, but if I do, I would want to come back as a fish of some kind so that I can just swim all day. My purpose is to swim. No free will, no need to destroy or create, just swim. The fact that everything is in the hands of creatures that take everything so damn seriously is kind of freakky. Really freaky.
I hate the fact that I have a forum where I can openly bitch and moan about the educational system, perse, but I still conform to it. I still allow myself to worry about assignments and the marks I get on them because if I don't do well, I won't be able to move onwards. To what? I won't be able to move onwards if I deny the system because the sytem controls the outcome of my life.
Or so it seems.
I need to find a fucking monologue.

from your most devoted friend

Sun, 20 Feb 2005 18:54:30 GMT

You know how when you break a mirror, you get seven years bad luck?

What happens when its the mirror on the passenger side of your car?

free of anything fancy

Fri, 18 Feb 2005 14:44:58 GMT

Here are the details of my dull life:

I despire the public transit system.

Pam and I cannot share anything, espescially a car.

Pam told my father that her friend of five years had recently come out of the closet, leading to a heated debate about the ethics of homosexuality over Chinese food.

My bite has settled; it doesn't matter that I haven't worn my retainer in six months. My mother thinks the orthodontist is full of shit and I lack the self-discipline to wear my retainer... or study.

I have to open my store on Sunday morning, which means I may still be intoxicated from the night before when I go into work.

University auditions scare me (I'll so offend to make offense a skill/ Redeeming time when men think least I will).

Yesterday Brian drove Eric's van because he was coked out.

I have a cold sore that hurts... don't understand how I can have a cold sore and no cold.

Last night I watched Love's Labours Lost The Musical again, and still hated it.

And school is dumb.

where are you christmas?

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 20:07:16 GMT

According to a standardized test that ranks America's youth for profit, I am smarter in English than 94% of the teenagers of the United States.
The test also says that I am smarter than only 40% of them when it comes to Math.
Noreen found this information cause enough to yell.
I think it's par for the course.

In addition, I hate rain, sleet, snow, public transit, and jet engines that fall from the sky and have to be towed down Warden slowly, but quickly, slowly.
But I love Homestyle Cheddar Sidekicks.

climb mount Fuji, nimbly

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 15:36:22 GMT

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I would like to swim against the stream of time:
I would like to erase the consequences of certain events
and restore an initial condition.
But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts
and each of these new facts brings with it its consequences;
so the more I seek to return to the zero moment from which I set out,
the further I move away from it;
though all my actions are bent on erasing the consequences of previous actions
and though I manage to achieve appreciable results in this erasure,
enough to open my heart to hopes of immediate relief,
I must,
however,
bear in mind that my every move to erase previous events
provokes a rain of new events,
which complicate the situation worse than before
and which I will then,
in their turn,
have to try to erase.
Therefore
I must calculate carefully every move
so as to achieve
the maximum of erasure
with the minimum of recomplication.

-Italo Calvino
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

hit the floor

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 13:28:34 GMT

I have this new thing about Oasis.

It's called a renewed love.

On another note, school. Discuss.

Sun, 06 Feb 2005 01:53:49 GMT

i'm ready to leave now

muddy death, and the lyrical beauty of its contradictions

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 03:58:19 GMT

when Noreen has company over, she turns into a completely different person. However, it does mean that we eat a better dinner and drink more expensive wine. And watch each other become incredibly phony and talk about things that don't matter in the slightest, but I learned that when I get drunk I talk very quickly. So I articulated the difference between modern Canadian and American theatre as compared to the difference between the two countries' educational systems; how one is far more advanced than the other, to the point that if an American were to witness a Canadian mediocrity he/she would be astounded. I was hammered.

And I was presented with a copy of a book by Harold Bloom, which reminded me that everyone was at the Blooms', which made me a little upset, but once I started reading the book in my stupour and found that I agreed with very little of what he wrote, I became a little angry. At which point I decided to drink a lot of water and eat saltine crackers.

I got an email saying that I got into Waterloo. And I laughed.

And now I'm watching A Knight's Tale, which, combined with the prospect of tomorrow's early morning, is making me angry again.

This is the part where conflicts are averted with alcohol and/or hallucinogenic drugs of the poetic kind that only Harold Bloom and the Fat Lady herself can provide me with (and by the Fat Lady, I do not refer to Jesus, jessica bloom, but another that I will not name here because I don't wanna).

one at a time

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 14:57:31 GMT

I've been doing nothing but going for really long walks. Yesterday was my record at 4 hours.
I also saw a very good production of a very bad play.
And revelled in how many bizarre and freaky coincidences could have occurred over the span of three hours.
Like eerily bizarre.
And marked out Ethiopa Sidamo to try to decide if I really like it or really hate it.
I want to go downtown because I need new clothes and have not been successful at the 'nade.
Any takers?

i heard you the first time

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 03:36:28 GMT

My Day:

-Try to sleep in, and fail for the most part
-Drnk a pot of coffee while lounging
-Get dressed and go to school meeting Lauri serendipidously on tne bus
-Arrive at school
-Try to print on school computers to learn that they are not working
-Talk with Drew's brother about jail and whatnot
-Discuss with Jess how funny it would be to get high before the Writer's Craft exam
-Get high before the Writer's Craft exam
-Read a little story about a man named Quoyle
-Read the story again as I didn't understand what happened the first time (turns out it was a big fat nothing)
-Squeeze out a dozen or so pages of bullshit pertaining to the man (or woman) narrating the story of Quoyle and a poem I wrote in class while under the influence of marijuana
-During the second essay, I get bored and follow Jess and Steph out of the exam
-Return home to try to sleep, to no avail
-Flip between Family Guy, Oliver, Seinfeld, and now Frasier over the course of roughly three hours now
-Express need for human contact...

I'm astounded at how well your English has improved over such a short period of time

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 01:52:48 GMT

This will be my lame night.
If lame could be something other than itself.
But I kind of enjoy lame nights on occasions.
I can sit and read boks Jess bloom lends to me, and go out for cigarettes when I begin to over-sympathize with characters (namely the bride's father's deaf-mute uncle).
And I can look back at old, wordy comments that mean 'I understand' but in a much more peotic voice than Simple Plan.
And I can roam around my house, pretending that I'm excavating the forbidden tombs of the saints of whatever (as opposed to driving around and pretending that I'm maneuvering through the trenches of the Death Star).
Sometimes I like being lame.
Because I'm a big lamewad at heart.

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 16:01:31 GMT

All I would like is car priveleges during the day so that I CAN GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Sorry, but this in-house thing is getting lame.

Where is the unofficial school holiday?

Where is the fiesta?

intern! hook this up and make me a latte

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 04:18:34 GMT

Today felt strange, but not because anything obvious was blatantly wrong, just because it was weird. One of those "What's-with-today-today" days. I blame the full moon... oooh...

Maybe it's that the semester's over and it was pointed out that there's really very little time left until we graduate and I heard myself talking in a New Enlgand accent on several different occasions.

or that everything is coming together according to the fat lady's design...

Tonight I went to go see Ray, and it was so awful that after forty-fve minutes I walked out and went to watch the last hour of The Life Aquatic. Then I sat through another hour of Ray, which was awful. Jamie Foxx was good, but that was all. The movie proved that Ray Charles accomplished nothing in his life other than write really good music, and in all other respects was not such a great person. For a movie about a man who's life WAS music, that element seemed to be the least important. And at one part I laughed a la "My father built you a house" and people turned around to throw Kleenexes and call me racist.
We play the soundtrack in Starbucks; that's all you need.

(I mean, really, the people who were beaten to death because they opposed segregation get no recognition, but because this blind man wouldn;t play in Georgia, he solved all of the South's problems with racial discrimination and needs a fucking parade. Gosh!)

always the heavy

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 18:23:06 GMT

You are Zooey. You are intelligent, determined,
and have a quick sense of humor. You have
compassion the lost, broken, and forgotten.
Unfortunately, you also judge too quickly and
have a tendency to alienate people. Not that
you care.

Which member of J.D. Salinger's dysfunctional Glass family are you?
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Of course.