Topping the list of things I hate: Goodbyes.

Yesterday was a day of goodbyes. I hate spending time with people with the back of my mind saying 'when will I see you again?' and figuring out how to end something I really don't want to end.

I ended up spending a couple of hours with Kev yesterday. Kev is the first homeless guy who I developed a real relationship with. Probably the first guy where it moved from 'I'm getting him a coffee because he's homeless' to 'I'm getting him a coffee because he's my friend'. Kev is going to jail today for possession with intent. The crown is asking for three months per count, which amounts to nine months. Kev thinks he'll get off with at most three months, and I hope that he's right. Either way, Kev and I realized at some point yesterday that we will probably never see each other again. He'll be in jail, and I'm going to Vancouver, and then he's going back to Sudbury. It's awfully hard to keep track of someone without an address.

Kev has been clean for seven months, he takes the sheet with him wherever he goes just so he can remind himself of what he's accomplished.

Kev has taught me a lot.

I also said my goodbyes to Brian and Tom last night. Man, I know I'll see these guys again, I'll make sure I do. I'm just sad inside right now about it.

Packing to be done...

.letting go 

Currently: Cranky, to be quite honest. I'm tired and just seriously sick of packing, cleaning and scheduling.

on a note of sanitation: I cleaned out under my bed and in my closer on Saturday. Five hours of work, five bags of garbage, and four bags of recycling later, I promise you my room only looks marginally different on the surface. However, I made a top five list of things I found cleaning my room. Enjoy.

Five Best Things I Found While Cleaning:
1. A functional vinyl player from the early 1960's
2. The Self Titled and Liberate Zao albums. (Lost for a year, I thought they were at camp)
3. 11 (!) textbooks and library books belonging to Adam Scott CVI
4. A little devotional book that was given to me the night I became a Christian
5. The floor of my closet

And it's all true.

.nothing at all 

reading between the lines on His face...

Funny the things that have happened in a couple of days. On Wednesday I entered the world of permanent body modifications with my first tattoo. It was done by Paul at Surface Bar. It is the last three lines of 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost, you'll know it.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Chris Vyn was in the mix, watching. Which was fun, he was excited. So now I have some great poetry on the back of my leg, it looks fabulous.
The parents don't know, which I'm comfortable with. I'm moving out in just over a week anyway, it's not going to matter a whole lot. They'll see it eventually, but probably not in the near future. In the mean time, it's easy to hide. I don't feel like I'm being deceitful, or sneaky. I just really don't think that my choice to get tattooed has a lot to do with them.

Yesterday I went to Toronto with Mike and Matt. Which was a great time. We drove to Whitby and took the train to Toronto. Like I said, it was great. I was glad for two big things all day. One is that Matt is a level, good driver, who knows his way around highways. Two is that Mike knows his way around Toronto a lot better than I do. As a result of these two blessings, I could focus on shopping, playing the social disturbance game*, and keeping up with two longlegged boys.

The shopping aspect was decent, the afternoon ended up being my time, we hit up Queen Street, and all that that entails. I'm less enchanted with Queen than I used to be, the stores are basically all the same, and increasingly of less interest to me. Nevertheless, Queen is Queen, and it was good to hit up Blackmarket and Borderline again. After decent dinner we hit up A little bit of Yonge, and Bay Bloor, where the boys checked out French Connection UK, the GAP, and Bay Bloor Radio. Bay Bloor was funny, after the fifth clerk in fifteen minutes asked us if we need any assistance, I finally asked if they worked on commission. The clerk then launched into a half hour rant about his workplace, the idiot customers, and idiot boss. It was hilarious for his sincerity alone.

Today was comparatively uneventful. I lost out on valedictorian to Pat Bunting. I've learned that I hate the phrase 'really close second'. But aside from that, the guy deserves it. Give me a day or two and I'll get over myself. I also hit up the Electrashine concert with Mike, which was solid rock.

*The Social Disturbance Game is a game to play in big cities. It involves causing social disturbances for points. Players call their play, and it's value in points, and do the act. Mike won this round hands down, due in part by an incredible 80 point move in the subway. He walked up that narrow metal strip between the escalators, (a steep incline, bloody dangerous) for a whole flight. He pulled it off, and the reactions from people were priceless. Other notable disturbances from Mike included a 720 spin off a concrete block, and trying on girl pants on the GAP.

Currently: Wasting away my mind, watching Gilmour girls of all things. I don't watch T.V., but it always struck me that Gilmour girls has mindless, yet clever dialogue... not exactly enlightening, but hey, a mind holiday is needed from time to time.

other than that... It's official, I am finished highschool. Writers craft exam was three hours long, not counting all the pre exam prep. Borek is famous for long exams, but hey, I finished it. I think I did okay too. I jumped on Kaytee's trampoline all afternoon, hanging out with her, Chris, Tom and Shannon.

Aside from that, my day has been uneventful... Sushi tomorrow folks.

Currently: chilling out in a jazz sort of mood. postponing cleaning my room.

My music exam went okay, muddled through the studies, aced the repertoire. I think I've repeated that pattern for every music exam I've ever done.

On another musical note I hit up the Spill tonight to listen to Mike and Brian, as well as Dave Simard, James Kent and these rad guys called the July 26th project. Got to sing the 'four a.m.' jazz song with Mike and Bri, that was rad, I like that song a lot. I just do vocal improv and they jam. It's never the same twice. Got great response to it though, this one girl who was with the July 26 guys was flipping out about me, I was glad she liked it, she was pretty cool.

There's a lot to be said about sitting on a stage, barefoot, with coffee in hand, singing jazz.

Mike and Brian did fabulous. Mike is SUCH a good guitar player, I should be his groupie... or his disciple, maybe his roadie. Either way, they rocked out and the whole night was pretty spectacular.

Much love.

Currently bored.

Today was my first exam, English. English exams are always sort of long, this one was a one question exam, ahh the essay question.
After that I went to detention with Mike, Brian, Matt D, and Matt Kay. Just kept them company really, I think I'm detentioning with Matt Kay tomorrow morning, just so he won't be lonely, my exam isn't until 2:30... music. That exam will take all of fifteen minutes.

I really hate being in exams right now, normally I like them actually, they're pretty low key. But the history exam is really making me anxious. The writer's craft exam too... I just want them to be DONE, why is time passing so SLOWLY?

Hung out with Chris Vyn this afternoon, ate icecream and played rock golf ... what a game...

Currently: Listening to some piano jazz and a thunderstorm... such a beautiful combination.

It's the last week of school, and I feel like I'm on the edge of a new season. Jardin was talking to me about that feeling. I've done highschool, I threw myself into it really. And now I leave it behind. And you know, I don't feel sad about that at all. It'll just be interesting to find out what life's like outside a highschool context. It's interesting times indeed.

Check out noahs blog, it convicted the life out of me.

Praying without ceasing is hard.

Currently: Enjoying post bath-time happiness.
Today is low key, two cancelled classes, tomorrow is the same. I've been working on this script for a movie with Tom for what seems like forever. Normally scripts aren't that hard to write, but writing this one is like pulling teeth for some reason... well two reasons I can think of, the first is that Tom and me just get off on unrelated tangents instead of writing, the second is that the subject matter is pretty difficult to write without making it cliched. The concept's great though, we'll start filming soon, which I'm stupid excited about.
Highschool ends in two weeks, what an odd concept.

Currently: drinking a coffee my dad bought me, listening to some restmewell...
Spent the afternoon today downtown in the park with Brian, we were barefoot and drinking cherry coke, I was dreading his hair and we talked about God. We watched people go by and I caught a tadpole... I love it when life is beautiful like that.