don't delete me from your favourites.



I love how it's not... "don't delete my blog" but rather, do not delete me. Me, as an entity. There you go. Delete me from your favourites and I will fade into oblivion. A death of sorts will occur. Internet Meagh will be no more.

ps. I've switched to Meagh. Not Meag. Or even Meaghan. Meagh. The 'h' is silent. So's the 'a' for that matter. My parents were all about unnecessary letters.

I'm moving the day after tomorrow. I get keys tomorrow afternoon. Lucky me! I think I'm going to call a cab and move my kitchen there tomorrow around dinner time. Get it out of the way. If I grab a couple of skinny friends and lure them in with tea, maybe we could get it all up there in one load and set up the beginnings of a kitchen. It'll be a start.

My essays aren't done. I've finally started packing. But to be completely packed and ready to go as of 5:00 Wednesday? Gonna be a stretch kiddos.

Okay. Naptime.

so wont you help a brother out?

I've decided that the safest thing to do right now is to sleep. God knows I need it.
My cat has decided that anything even remotely box-shaped/claustrophobic is his bed. This means that all the boxes currently strewn about my floor for the purposes of moving in a week have made a veritable nap heaven for the guy. He's going to have one rude awakening when I pack him off in a box to a very downtown loft... where he will begin his new life as an indoor cat. I can picture him taking THAT well.

ahem. MEOW!

So today I was at the parents place, making noodles and trying to get some laundry and errands done. And now... I'm overstuffed with noodles. and mommy-muffins. and... laundry?


Yeah. Laundry.

Tomorrow in Toronto.

Tomorrow is a fieldtrip, for z/s class!

I am going to nap on the Greyhound bus!

a bus to the sea

I almost got on a greyhound an hour ago without even knowing where it was going. I saw a bus loading and just suddenly felt this desperation wash over me, like getting on the bus would mean the end of things. The end of cat piss. the end of cigarettes. an end of me as I am here. like getting on a greyhound might redeem me somehow.

I wanted the bus to go as far west as the highway goes. or maybe as far east, I havent been to the east in awhile.

I tugged on a mans coat to ask where the bus was going, and when it left. But I couldnt get the sound out, so I just said "excuse me" and kept walking.

I figured that I'd have to explain why I was in winnipeg, or ottawa or montreal. and I didnt want to do that. So I went on my way.

kung fu and the bible.

Thank you Youtube. Without you, I would sleep at night.

In the meantime. Know your bible.

the shrimp tricked me.



the shrimps comedy troupe, of superpopularshow fame just tricked me into an audition. I saw a poster up on campus today that said "fun improv practice, at the Arts umbrella". I like fun, and improv, so I decided to go. I went... and did improv exercises for three hours with the guys from the Shrimps. At the end, they whipped out an adress book, took down our names and said that they'd been auditioning us all along.

Damn sneaky comedians. Now I'm all worried that I'm not funny enough. But they asked me if the practice and show times fit my schedule, so maybe that's a good sign.

and darn it all, the shrimps are so COOL.

(((( shock and awe's... wild applause)))))


Desiree and I actually set up and cleaned our livingroom.

It has been a rather treacherous, unnavigable storage room for stuff since Des moved in the first of September. Now the crap is closeted, our lone chair is in its corner and I've galleried the walls up a notch. By tomorrow afternoon it should actually be ready for my friends Andrew and Kim, who are comin' over for Thanksgiving.

Now... for my kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. Epecially...
Well, especially all of them.
I was seriously considering calling some sort of Molly Maid service for a hand in cutting through this mess. The dishes alone will take a couple of hours. Then there's the real work of scrubbing, and trying to make my apartment smell like animals don't outnumber humans.

It's five thirty in the morning. I'm going to bed. Goodnight... er. Goodmorning.

things Leviathan the Cat likes.

- cat food. he eats it. among other things
- my box of old newspapers beside the computer. he curls up in them while I blog. And sleeps for the night
- throat singing (he gets all excited)
- me. he jumps on my lap when I get home
- black cigarettes. he purrs if I light one
- chatting. if I talk to him, he talks back.
- my neighbours. he may or may not go by the pseudonym "black sabbath" in order to scam fish from the twenty-somethings on my block
- being on the internets.
- my bed. where he's sleeping now


I am such a cat lady.

the menace.

I just slipped.
on an actual banana peel
on the way home from dahn and dan's
at two in the morning

it actually happened.

Vegan Red Lentil Soup

(care of allrecipes.)
INGREDIENTS:

• 1 tablespoon peanut oil
• 1 small onion, chopped
• 1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger root
• 1 clove garlic, chopped
• 1 pinch fenugreek seeds
• 1 cup dry red lentils
• 1 cup butternut squash - peeled, seeded, and cubed
• 1/3 cup finely chopped fresh cilantro
• 2 cups water
• 1/2 (14 ounce) can coconut milk
• 2 tablespoons tomato paste
• 1 teaspoon curry powder
• 1 pinch cayenne pepper
• 1 pinch ground nutmeg
• salt and pepper to taste

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DIRECTIONS:

1. Heat the oil in a large pot over medium heat, and cook the onion, ginger, garlic, and fenugreek until onion is tender.
2. Mix the lentils, squash, and cilantro into the pot. Stir in the water, coconut milk, and tomato paste. Season with curry powder, cayenne pepper, nutmeg, salt, and pepper. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to low, and simmer 30 minutes, or until lentils and squash are tender.

I ride it everywhere.



On the packed greyhound bus to toronto last friday, I sat next to a beautiful boy... maybe eighteen or nineteen who had a big backpackers pack and patches on his jacket.

We didn't say anything when he sat down. But our knees touched, and he leaned forward into his bag and pulled out a red envelope. The name on the front was Polish, but the address was in quebec.
He opened it without trying to conceal the letter from me. Maybe he didn't know that I could see it. It was written in neat round cursive, in french. Maybe he thought I wouldn't understand.

Mon cher... tu sera toujours mon meilleur ami... je te manque... retournez chez moi... j'taime avec tout mon coeur... j'attends mon cheri... quands retournez vous a montreal? j'taime, cher ami ....

After he'd finished reading, he didn't say anything. He just carefully folded the note, and put it back in its red envelope, and leaned his forehead on the seat in front of him. After awhile, he put his head on my shoulder and fell asleep.

We woke up in Torontoa couple of hours later. I didn't say anything to him as we got our bags. Last I saw he was walking toward an escalator, with the letter in his hand.