Saturday, September 17, 2005
Free Internet!
I just got a library membership at the good old VPL. There is free internet with massive wait times! Yay! Massive wait times! Even greater yay! Free internet!!!!! No messenger, but what can you do? It's better than nothing. Which is what I'm getting from Rogers right now. :)
I started modern classes this week. It's sooooooooooooooooo good. It, is, so, good. It makes me want to stay and work forever. It makes me want to be a movement teacher, a little bit.
I had a lovely response from several friends offering to give me money. Or lend me money. I can't say yes to that, but the thoughts were really excellent, and make me smile. Gah. Soon I'll be getting paid. I'm looking forward to that.
I miss my boyfriend. What else is new? His birthday was on Thursday, and I spoke with him. He made that purring, Eartha Kitt sound. I'd forgotten about that a little bit. He's lovely. I wish he was a little more demonstrative. It hurts my feelings a little bit that he tells me to get a man while I'm here. I know we agreed to it, but in a way, I'd prefer to just pine over him. I can do the "no sex for eight months" thing. Please! I did the "no sex for a year and a half" thing! I did the "no sex for 20 years" thing!! So we'll see. There is a fellow here that I like. He makes me smile, and we went on a midnight walk the other night. And he's cute, and sort of anti-social. And has nice forearms. I've been on a series of dates. Some fantastic, and some horrendous, but I find that I'm alway thinking about my boy back home.
I'm scared that this is all for naught, and that he isn't going to want me when I come back to Toronto. And then I also have these amazing classes that I'm taking, and it makes me want to stay for more than eight months. But I don't really want to live here.
I am all over the place.
Now there's a crazy homeless person mumbling next to me.
I can't wait to have a land line and be able to call my dad!
See you soon.
I started modern classes this week. It's sooooooooooooooooo good. It, is, so, good. It makes me want to stay and work forever. It makes me want to be a movement teacher, a little bit.
I had a lovely response from several friends offering to give me money. Or lend me money. I can't say yes to that, but the thoughts were really excellent, and make me smile. Gah. Soon I'll be getting paid. I'm looking forward to that.
I miss my boyfriend. What else is new? His birthday was on Thursday, and I spoke with him. He made that purring, Eartha Kitt sound. I'd forgotten about that a little bit. He's lovely. I wish he was a little more demonstrative. It hurts my feelings a little bit that he tells me to get a man while I'm here. I know we agreed to it, but in a way, I'd prefer to just pine over him. I can do the "no sex for eight months" thing. Please! I did the "no sex for a year and a half" thing! I did the "no sex for 20 years" thing!! So we'll see. There is a fellow here that I like. He makes me smile, and we went on a midnight walk the other night. And he's cute, and sort of anti-social. And has nice forearms. I've been on a series of dates. Some fantastic, and some horrendous, but I find that I'm alway thinking about my boy back home.
I'm scared that this is all for naught, and that he isn't going to want me when I come back to Toronto. And then I also have these amazing classes that I'm taking, and it makes me want to stay for more than eight months. But I don't really want to live here.
I am all over the place.
Now there's a crazy homeless person mumbling next to me.
I can't wait to have a land line and be able to call my dad!
See you soon.
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Yay free internet!! Now I can keep doing THIS to you:
"I'm like buttah you said? Yewr gunna make me awl veklempt... Now I'm stawting to get veklempt. Awright tawk amungst yewrselfs... I'll give you a tahpik.... The Prince of Tiydes wz niyther about princes nawr tiydes, discuss."
"I'm like buttah you said? Yewr gunna make me awl veklempt... Now I'm stawting to get veklempt. Awright tawk amungst yewrselfs... I'll give you a tahpik.... The Prince of Tiydes wz niyther about princes nawr tiydes, discuss."
"See you soon?" You coming back East? I'm confused!
And now for something completely different. A great artist is introduced:
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the refreshment room here at Bletchley. (applause) My name is Kevin Lust and I'm your compere for tonight. You know, once in a while it is my pleasure, and my privilege, to welcome here at the refreshment room, some of the truly great international artists of our time. (applause) And tonight we have one such artist. (fawning & grovelling) Ladies and gentlemen, someone whom I've always personally admired, perhaps more deeply, more strongly, more abjectly than ever before. (applause) A man, well more than a man, a god (applause), a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. (on his knees) Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth than dare tread on the same stage with him! Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparably superior human being, Harry Fink!
Voice Off: He can't come!
(rising abruptly) Never mind, it's not all it's cracked up to be."
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And now for something completely different. A great artist is introduced:
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the refreshment room here at Bletchley. (applause) My name is Kevin Lust and I'm your compere for tonight. You know, once in a while it is my pleasure, and my privilege, to welcome here at the refreshment room, some of the truly great international artists of our time. (applause) And tonight we have one such artist. (fawning & grovelling) Ladies and gentlemen, someone whom I've always personally admired, perhaps more deeply, more strongly, more abjectly than ever before. (applause) A man, well more than a man, a god (applause), a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. (on his knees) Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth than dare tread on the same stage with him! Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparably superior human being, Harry Fink!
Voice Off: He can't come!
(rising abruptly) Never mind, it's not all it's cracked up to be."
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