Another Odd Stony Plain Rd. Experience.

So Laura, Allana Broomfield and myself are standing outside Grant MacEwan today. Why? Well, Laura and I were having some lunch on the steps of our school today, and Allana just so happened to be waiting for a friend of hers to pull up. We got to chatting. Anywho, some random grungy dude (you know the type guys, c'mon) is wandering around us, and we disregard it (as you begin to do around here) when he is walking toward me, and is getting unusually close - enough to catch my eye.

He runs right into me, and tries to put this dirty red hat on my head. It all happened so fast, I ducked out of the "hatting" and sorta side stepped to the side as Laura gave him a simultaneous shove onto the street. I glanced over in shock, as he continued on his way, looking back at us with those dull, oblivious eyes.

Though Laura and I had just said our goodbye's to Allana, we decided to hang around for a bit longer while Allana got her ride with a friend. The end.

Oh, Stony Plain Rd...

Lately

Update! I've been performing in the fringe. Our first three shows have been great, our reviews in the three papers (Sun, Journal, and See) have been great. We sold out tonight, which was nice. A lot of us went to Boston Pizza's on Whyte, which turned out to be slow and left a lot to be desired. A whole lot of people went out to Die Nasty (improv soap opera satire), but I went home. I want to sleep tonight.

Uh...I've been single for a while, dealing with some shit from some people, my third room mate Phill got home tonight and he's here for the year. As things gear up for our second year, I get very excited just to think about it. Yes, good, good, good.

Songs to prepare, time to shine, things are going good.

My mom wants to come to my show. She says she loves me, but she fails to see all the things she's done, and wouldn't even consider an apology, though I fail to hint for her. To her, the only problem is my distance. The thought of her obtuse, angry responses time after time inform my decision not to talk with her - to keep her out. I still love her, but I do hate her as well. She's taking my sister with her to see my show, which is the only reason I said she could come. I'm not mean...Just acting out because I'm hurt.

Otherwise..? Not much. Single. Enjoying it, thank goodness for school...

P.S. I will never go back to Alberta Learning!

Hey!

So I'm updating my blog. It's been a little while; a week. Since I last posted, I haven't done very much with my last week: Rehersal, video games, laundry. Last weekend I went to Red Deer to visit my friend Rene's parents. Yes, former boyfriend Rene now turned current friend. Why did I go if we're not dating? Everyone asks that. I wanted to see where Rene sorta came from; his roots.

On Saturday I met his family outside Ikea in Edmonton and Rene and I followed them back to Red Deer in my car. I wailed to Jewel's "Foolish Games," talked on the phone to my friend Anastasia as she tells me about her adventures with boys, and Rene slept. Rene's sorta sloth-like in that respect, sleeping at any opportunity that presents itself. For example, we're having a chat in my living room, and I leave the room for three minutes to use the washroom and when I return, he's fast asleep. Ahh well, cute fella that he is.

Anyway, in Red Deer I get to know his mom as she cooks dinner and Rene helps. She's a great lady, really kind and sweet, and Rene and her are very close. His dad is a cool guy, too. They all talk in Spanish around me, and I can tell what Rene is talking ABOUT because he changes his tone and facial expressions. I feel estute for picking up on the intended jokes in his Spanish stories.

We drank wine, had supper (delicious), went for a nice walk, drank some absinthe and had some banana bread (yes, I know), then walked thirty blocks to the bar. Went to the bar, was afraid, but eventually drank enough to say "fuck it" and danced like it was the gay bar. I had a great time, and wasn't afraid because I am me. We met Rene's friends there, along with one girl who tried to grab my crotch and touch my nipples (hello over-confident fag-hag), and headed home at around two-thirty. We watched a bit of "Hitch" on his enormous t.v. in the basement, and then to bed at around five.

The next day Rene introduced me to his sister, who is a really cool girl. We hung out with her before she had to go to work, and then we hung out with Rene's friend Leah. She's a funny girl, a graduate of Fine Art, and Rene and I played chess. While I was sorta half-assing my chess game with Rene, he started to kick my ass early on and I was starting to panick when he called a "truce" after getting bored.

We all went to the bookstore and had some coffee, then I drove home and got home at around 9:30 p.m. on Sunday night.

Side note: My inner-theighs were HURTING on Sunday because I worked them out on Friday and after sixty blocks of walking on Saturday night, I couldn't move the next day. The very little movement I did have put me in the same range as John Wayne, or at least Nathan Layne doing John Wayne in The Bird Cage. But that's just an aside.

My Heritage Days Adventure

Hey, so I am posting! Today a group of us went to Heritage Days in Hawrelak Park. That was my first time ever going, and it was crazy huge and very fun. First, the weather was awesome and we got there around 2:00 p.m. We all bought tickets, and I felt very prepared having a backpack with water in it. Yes, I am prepared.

And so, our adventure began when I wanted to get pineapple juice from the Ecquador pavillion, and April wanted to get ...Well, I could give you the Spanish name, but instead I will just say that it's called "Jamaica water." It's called something like Agua de Jamaica (pronounced Hhhamyyyca). I suppose it wasn't that hard. Anyway, we walked across the entire park only to find out that the pineapple juice was sold out. Instead, I was going to get another drink there subtitled "A tropical Ecquadorian drink." And as I cleverly clutched my two tickets and waited for my turn in line, April (with her newly found Spanish diallect...P.S. April went to Mexico recently) says to me, she says, "Doesn't this word mean 'oranges' ?" *Kevin waits...* "And this one means juice."

"We're leaving." I said.

So we come across some cool things like a puppet show from Wales and a martial arts demonstration from China. So finally we reach the Mexico pavillion and April and I wait in line. Stephen (who was with us) went to get a green onion cake. And we're just sitting here in line.

I'm lookin' around, liking the day, and suddenly I glance down on my shirt and notice this grasshopper clinging to my shirt. Well I just flip out. "GAHH! OH MY...BLLEEUHGGH" *wild arm gestures and eccentric body movements...All in an effort to flick this thing from my body* "EEeuuughh...Grasshoppers..." I say with disdain. And yes, some filipino lady standing nearby broke down with laughter. Literally, she had to hide herself behind the pricing sign to compose herself while I continuously brushed the place on my shirt where the grasshopper had landed.

So yeah. THEN Aniceto and Cole and Cole's date Chantel want to meet up with us again (they lagged behind because they wanted to watch a Capoera show, and would meet up with us later). So, we meet up and ended up running into this girl we know from school. I will sum it up. She's a nice enough gal, and it was nice enough to see her...I said "Well, we're meeting our friends now..." (an eventual goodbye) and she was like "Alright, I'll just...Go now..." And so I was like, "Who'd you come with?" And she was like "I came alone." And I was like, "Do you wanna come with us?" And she was like "Alright!"

She's nice enough...What am I getting at...I invited her along because I felt obliged because she was alone...Though she's sticky company...Meaning she's clingy...And I don't like clingy. Sufficed to say, she followed ME around for the rest of the day, even when I started to walk in large circles so as to avoid this phenomenon. But alas. Somewhere down the line she vanished, and I decided that it was for the better.

Today I ate Turkish Delight. That's right. What's the significance? I've always wondered what it tastes like since I read The Lion, The Witch, and The Warddrobe by C.S. Lewis. One character, Edmund, LOVES Turkish Delight and that's what the Ice Queen uses to seduce him. She says "If you come with me, you'll have all the Turkish Delight you want." So he eats some, and turns to ice. I always wondered. Let me quell your new-found curiosity and tell you that it tastes like marshmallows, and has an entirely uniquely-squishy texture to it.

That was my day. We all took the bus home, and I have never really taken the bus before...So I was all like inexperienced and had to ask my friends how much it costs, and what I do with the ticket, and where we go...etc. It was a good experience. I don't like driving too much, 'cause it's tiring.

Hurrah for too long blogs. Anyway, we all went home and played Monopoly and I won. Hurrah. Aniceto landed on Pensylvania avenue and like, out of the blue said in a womanly British accent "Our Yorkshire Puddings are the best in the world!" We laughed.

The end.