when things aren't going your way, see a movie. even if it's a bad one.

i had a dream saturday night that i found out big had impregnated and was now engaged to my friend eve, who by the way is 24 and has never laid eyes on big in her life. i think. i woke up halfway through my sobbing admonition to a very pregnant and wide-eyed eve that it was very hard for me and she could probably never understand and i could probably never be truly happy for her. it was very sad.
so the end of my weekend wasn't off to an amazing start. going to white rock and seeing my uncle and aunt was very good. youth church was amazing. i don't know if i'm ready to go back to church yet. so much of it reminds me of my life with big. but i felt good.
stayed at tanya's last night, realized today that i left my toothbrush there. toothpaste and everything. as if a house of three people would not have a single bottle of toothpaste. why do i bring these things? i took one look at tanya's giant deep freeze and just about wept with reverance. say HELLO to my three inch wide freezer which, by the way, turned a lovely box of fudgesicles into bags of milk mush with sticks in them. and yet i had to defrost my watermelon. why?
in my haste to leave saturday when the power was out in my kitchen, i forgot i had a pot of creamed corn i was heating up on my stovetop. which has no actual stove, its just two elements. which i had left on. i walked in the door today and thought, what the hell in here stinks? this place smells like burnt shit. and boy is it hot in here. i lifted up the lid on the pot to find a perfect round cake of petrified black cream corn. it was disgusting. it was coal.
my house still smells like burnt air. i'm surprised my landlords didn't call the fire department.

in dj low's class today we had a test. now, duncan is the man, in my books, and i want him to think highly of me. very highly. so highly in fact that he would say to me in his dignified gentlemanly british voice "i was very impressed by you, laura. i think that you're fucking brilliant." which he would say, if i had actually done well on this test. but i somehow doubt that. i could write a fucking NOVEL on strategic planning, but was that on this test? heavens, no. it was all external & internal output, and boards of directors, and fucking employment representative categories. i'm not going to lie, i felt a bit like crying after.
so when kelly called telling me that we were going to a movie, i wasn't about to argue. we saw the women. i was reminded once again just how much meg ryan bothers me in any movie but when harry met sally and you've got mail. she's so cutesy, and floppy, and never wears heels. she's forever wandering around in flats or weird sneakers flapping her arms and stomping and looking for junk food because of her latest break-up. don't even get me started on her in kate & leopold, where she never stops shouting and somehow CANNOT accept the fact that hugh jackman is in her living room, hers for the taking.
but at least it got my mind off of the Awful Test. tomorrow i am getting up at 7:00, making one LARGE pot of coffee, and getting work done. good plan.

all of the things that go to make heaven and earth are here

title of a new pornographers song, from challengers which i am obsessed with.
so i don't know when the shift happened that i now use the internet instead of the trusty journals i have been using for the past ten years...but it happened. apparently.

saturday night AT home, after working concession at CPAT. in my big white bed, hungry. going to white rock tomorrow for LUNCH...pretty fucking excited at the prospect of an actual meal. not of course that my half-baked half-frozen chicken entree and old scone i had for dinner wasnt an actual meal. the power went out in my kitchen. and is still out. i don't wonder if my landlords have something against me now...i ran into casey today on my way in and then walked in the door to realize that i STINK. that is what you get for staying at the bar and sleeping at french ben's tiny apartment in richmond. i don't care though, i could have listened to ben and mike talk all day. i love german accents. and french accents. and people who ask you "what taste?" instead of "what kind?" of slurpee.
danced all night, after the shitty bands stopped playing at the bourbon. excuse me, they weren't shitty, they were talented. so talented i felt like i was at high school battle of the bands. yeah, that kind of talented. had more fun cutting a rug to the old school 80s dj, which, as kelly pointed out, usually means its almost time to go home. but no, we were off to megabite and mcdonald's (sin), and then to ben's.
the show sounded good tonight, the kind that is a real experience. i experienced maureen, who snapped alot and was one of those puffed-up, i'm-so-busy-and-crazy-i-hardly-have-time-for-any-of-you types. i shouldn't say that, she was lovely. so was brendan, who worked with me and reminded me a little too much of my uncle in calgary. he gets a kick out of looney tunes, apparently. hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal...