i'm in the annoying position of being woken up twice every morning, so i just have to stay up. the cool/uncool thing is, i hop out of my bed, over the couch and onto the trampoline, which, if i were a little more coordinated in the mornings, could be a very positive/bouncy way to begin the morning. in my case, i end up narrowly avoiding an ankle or wrist sprain as i catch my could-be-cool move in mid-slip/fall.
so i had breakfast early with g, and stayed up for an extra hour before resigning myself to bed after feigning the desire to be productive and trolling around on various university websites at 9 am. i locked myself in the bedroom and decided against answering the phone or door until at least suppertime. secretly, i really wanted to answer the phone, but i just didn't want to handle anything or really talk to anyone. i was just cursious who'd call. this is when call-answer would be a handy feature. but seriously, i wasn't that inuit. did a bit of journal writing, tried to read kurt vonnegut and frustatedly hucked the book on the coffee table, realizing my concentration level was all but present. laid on the couch for another few hours, until about quarter to five. at this time my brother got out of bed, and i read a month-old edition of toronto's now magazine, mostly about organics-- so that was cool. when blake opened the door to go outside, there was the most beautiful 11x14 envelope on the heater, and inside was a frameable fairy card from alicia. absolutely fabukous! then i sat on the couch for another couple of hours ("the couch method," according to cosmo) and looked at the walls, all the while talking to blake thru the new folding screen as he played sim city 4. decided finally to buy myself some sushi at andy's. while i was waiting for my vegetarian combo a to come, i wrote many pages in my journal in red ink (red for anger, red for love, red for angry love or lovely anger). and i perused the halifax pop explosion itinerary and considered taking in a show next friday at the marquee and/or saturday at the attic (if they let me in). then i bought a box of special k for g and another ritter sport marzipan for myself. i stopped into roger's in the shittest mood and tried not to swallow jared's ever-jovial soul with my doom. i think he escaped. i didn't think there was anything funny enough at roger's to rent. what a dork i am. i was just too pissy/pussy to pick anything. and the day came-- the day had finally arrived for sugar and spice to be the right movie for me to watch, and blake had it on his shelf. i laughed a lot. by this time, my mood had brightened considerably. the onslaught of sugar and alchohol i dumped into my body last night was starting to course more evenly through my bloodstream. must've been the protein from the soy icecream. uhhuh.
chris asked if i wanted to carve pumpkins tonight, and after i asked him if his mood was at least not worse than mine, and i was satisfied with his answer, i agreed, and we went to frank sobey's for some more pumpkins. i got a mini pumpkin from the foyer, and he climbed into the pumpkin patch to get a squat pumpkin. and he got 2 mini strobe lights for free from the vending machines, which was rad. at home, he carved a jack skellington pumpkin into a true jack o'lantern for me, which made my hallowe'en thus far. and i carved a sad-faced wee pumpkin and gave him some tiny horns. g, who will, as chris predicts "be a shitty father someday" tried to force us into a 2 am photo shoot, and asked chris to "put his paw on the pumpkin". we gave him one photo and then he went snitty-fatigued to bed to listen to blur.
"i'm not smilin', fuck that shit," won me an award for funniest thing said all day by one. and it's cool that i made someone laugh, and that eventually i could forge a smile myself. hoorah.
blah: i missed the best part of the lunar eclipse.
yar: 6 mg of melatonin: scuttle/hurry! je besoin de sleep.
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