February 27, 2002
Well it has been the absolute most hectic month I think I've ever experienced. So I think a major recap of the month is in order ... so all my adoring fans can know where I've been this past month. The beginning of the month started out pretty weird I must say. Went to the McGill Open House on the 3rd with two great friends. We had a blast going out for lunch, window shopping and visiting people downtown after the open house. What happened at the open house? Hmm let's see ... not much. We wandered ... we were not particularly impressed, and didn't get much help either. "Oh we have nothing compared to what Concordia has. If that's your interest then you should go there." Gee thanks ... anything even similar? "We have Cultural Studies" .... and that might be what exactly? "Well, I don't know but I'll show you the calender." Wow he was soooo helpful. And the little bag that we got at the entrance? Hmm the best thing outta that was a $3 calling card for the pay phone ... it's not like I'd be using the keychain or the pen for anything. My journey home was equally as annoying ... I made it to Cremazie metro then the metro broke down. I got home about an hour and a half later after calling my dad to pick me up. That too proved to be a mistake as I didn't know that the weather was that bad out. Oops. But we made it home ... just in time for the kickoff to the Super bowl ... and the information that my mom hurt herself in the driveway while helping shovel snow. So it ended up that my boyfriend and I watched the game (sort of - we didn't find it that interesting) while my mom and dad sat in the CLSC until almost one in the morning to find out that they didn't know what was wrong with her foot, but they put it in a semi cast - with no crutches to give her to help her walk of course. So we scrammbled to help her in the house and get my dad's things ready for work - which he had to get up at 4:30AM. So my dad left for work and I took the bus and my mom was babysat by my boyfriend - heheh he got plenty of brownie points for that one - "mommmysitting", and got driven to work after my dad got home from work. So for the following two weeks my mom was looked after by either her own mother, my dad, myself or even the boyfriend again. Quite an odd experience for my mother I must say. Went to the Nickleback concert on the 6th. That was quite a night. Out for dinner, stood in line for a little while and got into Metropolis in no time. Yet, despite our early arrival there was limited place left to sit. ;-( But we managed to find a place that no coat was sitting on and had a not too blocked view of the stage. That is until people moved in to "see better" ... grumble grumble ... I didn't have anything to drink and I was "thisclose" to pulling the bitch's hair. Her and her stupid little waves to the band and almost burning me with her cigarrette as she passed it to her boyfriend. Not to mention the "NO SMOKING" sign that was right above their head!!! But either way ... the first band was really loud and sucked ass ... but don't they usually? Then we had an annoying hour and a bit to wait for Nickleback to go onstage. When they finally did, it was well worth it. I got some pics but it's kinda smoky and the bitch's head is in all of them!! Should've taken them when I was standing on the stool instead of kneeling. But there were many highlights of the night - "I smelt a little something something at the beginning of the concert ... I don't smell it anymore. Does that mean we're out of pot? I can get some backstage!" ... comes back onstage with a joint in his mouth and they begin another song. As well as the "I want the biggest guy in this place to have a drinking contest with me after the concert - I'm paying!!", but too bad we were on the top balcony and he didn't see us waving frantically ... although I did suggest a flash his way to get his attention, but decided not too ... he would've missed it anyways. But we made it out of there in one piece after fighting through the line to get our coats ... and made the metro and bus so we didn't have to hitchhike a call a taxi. ;-) Skipped Tae Box on the 14th to celebrate my first Valentine's Day with a boyfriend. We went to McKibbens Pub for an amazing dinner and tasted some new beer. Unfortunately something didn't agree with me so the later part of the evening at home was kinda tranquil. We exchanged gifts on Thursday as well - I ruined his suprise by meeting him early but I still got a huge kick out of my hug bag of Sugar Free candies. Then on Friday I got the second half of my present - a lovely white rose and a card that had the most beautiful message written inside. He recieved a laminated poster of Star Wars that he absolutly loved and a little action figure display. Later that night we celebrate by ourselves with a little disasterous fondue dessert - who'd of thought that chocolate could be crunchy? But we learned to "roll with the punches" and the night turned out pretty neat. Then on the 21st we ended the Concordia Spring Break on a high note, and began the long weekend really well. Got to go to Peel Pub for cheap shots ... where the two drivers had way too much that was legally possible. But we managed fine. Had some great conversations ... someone even got petted by a couple of drunken girls ... that he didn't know but luckily we did at least. The weird girls that were "dancing" at the place were enough to turn anyone's stomache ... good thing we didn't have anything to eat. All I had was 3 Smirnoff Ice - that was enough to do me in - the drivers both had about 16-20 shots each and some Long Island Ice tea, and the other one had about 20 shots, a Sangria, and almost the whole 32 oz pitcher of Long Island Ice tea through a straw. Note: It's most concentrated at the bottom of the pitcher - "Drink Bitch!!" "Aww .... okay .... slurp" The drunken walk to Tim Hortons is always the best - I'm always hanging onto my bouncers for some reason. Although this time it was the bouncer himself that walked into the parking meter - "I don't know what's worse - the fact that I'm the driver or that I didn't feel that!!" Then the walk ALL the way BACK to the Second Cup across from Peel Pub because we didn't feel like anything to eat. But we all ended up getting some cake - some of us even got it fed to each other - lol. I'm not sure what was worse the fact that I was spoon feeding some of my whipcream and coffee to somebody other than my boyfriend, or that he was forkfeeding the cake to someone that wasn't me. At least the person across from me was of the opposite sex!! But we all had a blast and that's all that counts. The drive home in two cars, "I'm lost", then the recovery of memory of where we were - on the road he was looking for!, and the spooky part of the whole trip - the cops following us almost directly to my house. But we got to chat an extra hour with a really great guy and a cherished friend, so it wasn't that bad. Now the only things that are clouding my mind are the application deadlines that are approaching and some pretty odd dreams I've been having. The applications I can keep out of mind as of tomorrow when I hand deliver the envelopes to the administrative departments of both McGill and Concordia. The next worry shouldn't come until later, when I hear from Carlton University and find out what they need me to do to meet their application deadline of May 1st. For now, however, what haunts me is the dreams I get at night. The dreams that seem to not rest in reminding me what couldn've been. Why are they doing this? Why are the dreams taking me to the forbidden land? Why are they being so cruel and tempting, and why are they cheating me .... I dream these dreams and awake feeling something I've never felt regaining consciouness ever before. Why am I warm inside after these dreams when they are so different from what I am experiencing in life that makes me feel so warm? When the guy in reality promises such possibilities as an absolute future, why are the guys in the dreams tarnishing this? They are making me turn back instead of look forward and I hate them for this. Why are they making me feel so much like a trater to what is my reality? When there are jokes of living together and marriage does that mean there is actual truth behind these statements? When the kisses of my dreams make me feel so free and lovely, and liberated, does this steal from the freedom, loveliness, and liberation that the kisses of real life give to me?