a little musing, a little philosophizing, a little ranting, a whole lot of nothing, really.

Monday, May 31, 2004

Stuck. In a sticky, stupid place.

I'm bored of this town. Thank God for all the fun people I know here. We need to drink less. We need to eat less crap. We need to dance more. We need to sit outside in a garden, or at a beach, or camping. We need to play soccer-baseball and board games. We need to play.

I need to get re-motivated about this self-employment thing. It's the most frustrating thing I've ever, ever done. But the only person that can make it successful is me. Come on, Meghan.

I need to feel important somewhere. Like I'm doing something valid, or I'm a good person, or even that I exist. Sometimes I feel like I'm only half-present. I just need a good hug. Our hugs have become slightly meaningless.

Well. Life is funny.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Ooga Booga!

Camping this weekend equaled=

-rain. Lots and lots of rain.
-having music wars with our neighbours who played loud rap. We beat them with our dance mix 95.
-swimming in my clothing on the first day... with my car keys in my pocket. brr.
-driving in the old pickup truck. wow.
-rain.
-eating hotdogs. mmm.
-raccoons.
-yoga/ballet/football on the beach
-group swim
-scaring children out of our "backyard" by Scott saying "Ooga Booga".
-swimming again. brrr.
-hanging things out to "dry".
-chilling.
-rain
-quitters.
-a tent door left open in the storm (so, no blankets or pillows)
-picnic in the back of the jeep, in which Tia smacked her head, we discussed the possibilities of dinosaurs at the park, we used carrot sticks as knifes, we recounted last years camping stories (naked party and power outages)
-singing with another campsite... one word at a time
-sword fighting to the score of Pirates with tongs.
-skipping rocks
-exploring

Too many people and too much rain, left us in for a very cold and wet but awesome, awesome last night. I love camping.

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Initiative. Bleh.

While a group of my friends went on an awesome, awesome picnic, I got to spend the day in a room with no windows, making out with a plastic dummy. The first guy I've kissed in three months was my first aid doll, with only a head and chest.

This is all my own doing. Running your own business has it's faults. Charlie the plastic man is one of them. At least he had no wandering hands...

Sunday, May 16, 2004

Busy girl

Dear Eye:

I know that it is allergy season. I know that you are allergic to some mysterious substance. I know that you deal with this by swelling up and making me look like I have Downs Syndrome on half of my face. Not a huge big deal.

But, why, eye, must this always happen when I am going to meet new people? When I am going to be in a huge group setting? Why can't it be when I am in the backyard chilling by myself, or walking around the block... not on the way to Waterfront or a party? And then everyone who I am talking to, I can read their mind, is going: "don't look at the eye, don't look at the eye..." but they can't help it.

People are very kind, and once it swells, it usually doesn't hurt anymore, and they all ask how it's doing. They get me ice and loan me Visine. I appreciate it a lot.

I just wish it didn't have to happen.

So eye... please, let's get along this summer.

Meghan

PS- Now I look like I've been in a fight. That's cooler than looking like I shoved cotton balls under my eyelids.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

"Every time I look at you I think of a Renaissance painting"

I'm taking a two week intensive course and OUCH. I've never done theatre so physical in my life. I'm waking up muscles I didn't know I had. I like it, but it scares the eff out of me. I'm getting injuries and I'm the only non-actor in the bunch. It's intimidating. It's also long. But Brecht... is a cutie...

I'm actually running a day camp this summer. Wow.

This past weekend Amanda came to visit. It was a good, chill time. We mostly ate cookies and cleaned up after my roommate (who is GONE FOREVER). Highlights of the weekend included us (and Lacey) sitting on the side of the highway exit for two hours with no one stopping to help, and getting a tan; both of us falling down stairs; me taking us to the wrong movie theatre, Amanda protecting me from the creepo, and walking at the slowest pace possible.

I miss you guys this week, all my friends are gone home and I'm just meeting a bunch of strangers in this course. Who are all very nice people... but I know there is fun being had back in Btown (ha!) and I wish I was there.

A bientot!