I'm slacking.

Actually, I'm beyond slacking. Blogs don't look after themselves, and I've got too many strange emo thoughts. And hell, it's a four-day weekend (religious holiday, but still), and I've got no excuse.
This morning, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, nearly coughed up a lung (dry coughs for no reason, maybe I should look into that), fried a few eggs and flipped some toast, put the coffee on, and sat in front of the tube watching the Gill Deacon Show for the next hour. Ah, free time. It isn't anything big; in fact, you may be reading this and thinking to yourself, "Oh my, what a sad, lonely girl" and really, you might be right. Sometimes it seems like I'm the only one who needs that one solitary day of breakfasts and newspapers and baths and alone-ness to keep me sane for the rest of the week - but it can't be. I'm as social as the next gal, but come on, I can't be on all day, every day.
And so here's the rest of my day: homework, re-runs of HOUSE, and maybe skip out to a movie or grab some ramen by my lonesome. This makes me more thrilled than anything. Oh dear, China will be a blast - 16 drama teens + 12 hour jet-lag for two crammed weeks in a foreign city. I think I'll take a video camera and film this thing reality-TV style and see what sort of drama comes up.
I know you may not want to see me/on your way down from the clouds."
So, today, something will become clear.
I can feel it.

Ah. Blogs. Have a great one, everyone.

Terribly, Irrationally Bored (and probably thinking too much)

I was just struck with a depressing, unwelcome thought: are all of us terribly normal and utterly boring people perpetually doomed to solely living vicariously through other people?

And am I prepared for that kind of life?

Hello Again

I think Facebook has pretty much killed every little ounce of motivation I have to blog these days. Though it may surprise you, but I have actually checked this blog from time to time, wistfully wishing that I could take the next step and actually update it. And then a little blue MSN flag pops up, or a mental post-it appears on the surface of my brain, telling me that someone may have posted on my wall, and then I'm off. So what's new? Well, everything, but nothing you guys don't know about -- namely, China! And my prom-preparation plans (join a gym, mad hunt for a Oscar De La Renta-inspired dress, ordering my hair to grow out, et cetera), and much waiting for university acceptances.

Oy vey. And I thought I'd be bored after the play was over.
Of course I've been getting back into my Toronto group lately. Friday, I spent the day at my friend Genevieve's house, just watching movies, and yesterday I hung around downtown with Melissa and Justin, watched Music and Lyrics, and then later that night we all pretty much just assembled at Ethan's house to chill out. Finally saw some people I haven't seen since, like, early February. I also stopped at TheatreBooks and bought Amadeus and I'm waiting for Oh Dad, Poor Dad (should be getting it in about a week or two).

So. That's my life. Maybe next time I'll unravel the secret to the universe, but for now, I guess that's all you'll get of me.
Have a fantastic week/March Break.

"His children are all stinking rich now, eh?"
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Well, he spent all of his time drinking and writing; wrote a shitload of books."

Thank you, bookstore man.