9 Jun 2006 - A Hel-uva Week

Ya, so this week was a little batty at work. New people come in and everything changes. So maybe that isn't a bad thing, whatever.

For all those following the tale that is my life, I did manage to hit the reunion last weekend. It got me to thinking how much I wish I partook more in high school. Like my Mother said to my fella, "She was too concerned about what everyone else thought of her to care for herself." In hindsight, what a waste of time.

I think I might've downloaded a pic to my pics this afternoon - if you care to see me posing beside my only attempt at anything memorable in high school, take a peek.
I can't seem to get my part to do what it's supposed to do - they told me it wouldn't know any better if I combed it a certain way, but I think they were lying. Or maybe I should have bought that puddy they talked about so much.

The Mother Load called tonight. She declared that tomorrow she would pick me up at 9:30am. That's AM. Ok, so there is a serious garage sale happening and all the Aunts will be there - it might get a little messy.

It's time for bed.

xo K

21 Jun 2006 - The Neighbours

Ok, so there's a new person living in the house beside me. She sits out on the steps ALL day singing along with her AM/FM radio. She must've moved in after Saturday; on Sunday, she started the show with the entire soundtrack of Dirty Dancing. "Hungry Eye's, The "Time of my Life", "She's like the Wind" - the whole bit! She weighs (and Kirb and I fight over this one) 200 - 350 pounds. She sits there day in and day out and sings...like a bird. I long to sit out there and get her on tape, but it doesn't seem feasible.

Tomorrow is only Thursday.

xo K

23 Jun 2006 - Over before it really ever began...

She's gone. I saw her for but a brief moment today, but it was only that, brief. She cursed and called her only friend a retard, and vanished into thin air.

I came to realize something this evening that has made me appreciate what I have. I think I'm in a position to learn a whole heck of a lot. I battered and bruised myself this week to the point where I couldn't see straight. But when I presented the finished product to so many, I realized that what I saw was beyond the comprehension of the human eye. I see now that I'm my worst critic - only a stereotype.

I took this theatre course when I was a kid. We had to lay there with our eyes shut and listen to all of the sounds around us. I remember the sound of the other kids breathing all around me. And the sound of the outdoor noises like cars, and wind, and bugs and humming of things all around that you couldn't quite identify.

I was watching a TV programme the other night and a whole bunch of people I went to high school with were featured - people that I had documented crushes on. It was bizarre to think of how long ago that was.

I am happier now than I've ever been. I hope that this happy will extend throughout... throughout what I don't know, but I suppose throughout whatever becomes of whatever I become... does that make any sense?

xo K

4 Jul 2006 - I Can Taste the Air

Right now, I really can. I won't explain any further.

My mind is everywhere tonight. I can't seem to focus on one thought without being distracted by another.

I had a super fun time this weekend thanks to the hospitality of my cousin, Heather. There were so many moments that I can only hold dear to my heart. My only fear is that they fade too distantly - thank God for long term memory. I considered writing a bullet point list that I could refer back to as the years go by, but somehow it wouldn't do it justice.

My arms smell like sunscreen. It's kinda great.

Hmph - that's all I can think of for now. I would post a pic or two, but I can't find the right wire. I'm sure it'll sneak up during the clean-up I promised to do... hmmm...
ahem.

xo Kate

8 Jul 2006 - What the hell?

Ok, so why is it that every time I log on to Myspace lately, I start getting all these weird messages and friend requests? It saddens me that this super fun way of communicating with people. with whom it would've been very difficult to establish relationships with has turned into a way of getting people. to log in to your dirty site that will eventually ask for some sort of payment for your fulfillment - whatever.

Does anybody even read this? If you do, answer this one question for me:
If you had TWO options to spend a vacation would you:
A - Spend a week in a make-shift cottage near the beach that is walking distance to the main drag and the beautiful beaches of Lake Huron.
B - Spend a week in a make-shift farm house that is a 15 minute drive from the beach and is 5 minutes walking distance to a river where the fishing and canoeing is good and the sound of cows mooing and birds chirping wakes you up in the morning. A real pickle.

Bah - smack smack.
xo K

11 Sep 2006 - Not to get all political on your ass, but...

I have to say that I am outraged by a sight that I saw just yesterday. As I was walking along Bloor street with my pal, we passed by an entire block of homes that are vacant - these historical homes are due to be demolished (so another slew of townhouses can replace them). I suppose there's about 15 or 20 houses in total - historical looking, just beautiful! I was disgusted to see that each and every front lawn was adorned with our local Liberal party candidate's sign! I think this is a GROSS misrepresentation! I'm not usually one to get all stirred up over politics, but am I crazy? Is this not TOTALLY crummy for so many number of reasons?

Bah. K.

16 Sep 2006 - Maybe Chuck was Right

So, I hit the TIFF (yes, I'm THAT hip) with the Motherload a few nights ago. It was the gala for, "Bobby" - starring Demi Moore, Sharon Stone, Ashton Kutcher etc. etc. Mom held on to our seats and I hit the press line just in time to see Ashton! Unfortunately, I was a little slow on the draw, and only managed to get THIS picture of someone else’s camera that actually got a picture of him:

I learned my lesson, and made sure the next time I'd have my finger good n' ready to click... Pacey Witter's forehead:

Some joker standing beside me got his attention by quoting a line from "The Mighty Ducks". I was secretly envious that he was able to come up with something so fast - perhaps he thought of that before going in. Preparation hasn't always been my strong point.Now a seasoned paparazzi, I was perfectly prepared to snap the next person that walked around the corner... little did I know that it would be the fella I fantasised about in high school - he could've pumped up my volume ANY time - dirty:

Some chickie with nice tatters got a high five AND a picture with him. I would've, but I'm waiting for the mullet to grow out. Demi Moore was the next to walk by, but she went past in such a blur, my picture turned out too... blurry... Within seconds, this Stoner rounded the corner:

By this time, the lady on the loud speaker was practically begging us all to hit our seats. I made a beeline up the escalator just in time to snap THIS beaut in the theatre:

From left to right you got: some guy, some lady, Demi, some other guy, Pacey, Ashton, some girl, another girl, Sharon, William H., and Christian. The guy at the podium is Emilio...

So, that brings me to my subject line. Several years back I went out with this guy, Chuck. We got together pretty quickly after we met on College Street. I initially sat down with him because I thought I recognized him from somewhere - it turned out he was an actor and had appeared in such things as: "Are you Afraid of the Dark", "Avonlea" etc. I thought I knew him from around - meh. I remember on our first date we were walking along Palmerston, and he turned to me and asked if I was (and I quote) "A Star Fucker". I should've just turned on my heel and walked away, but I was already in too deep. I don't know what made me want to tell that story. Damn, I have to turn the air conditioning down.

xo K