Housewarming Party
Where: My house
When: Friday, Sept. 3 10pm-ish
Why: To warm the house with drunken merriment

i’m writing this entry using Frank, my Frankenstein of a computer. i was going to write about how great a room mate Forrest is, but i’m going to head out to get some groceries instead. may be when i come back i’ll write a real update than this. besides, i have stories about Jubilations and my new character, the hunt of a record stand, and the visit of Adam (Lambda Chi Alpha), our hilarious next door neighbour.

i’m all by myself tonight and the weekend. Forrest has gone to get his wisdom teeth taken out so he’s going to be recuperating at his parent’s place, lazying about in a robe with gauze stuck to this mouth while his half paralyzed face drools on its own accord. yummy.

i helped my sister as well as her boyfriend, Brett, move into their new places today. from 7am - 3pm, i was moving stuff here and there only with a toffee glazed donut keeping me alive. i was rather irritated at the seller (edit:like i said, it was MY realtor, not the seller) since she was 30 minutes late and i was really hungry. i was rude and i loved it.

to top it off, i received the WORST service from Pizza Hut. i was talking to a bunch of dumb bricks.

PERSON: Ok, what’s the address?
ANA: 1234 56 ave, apartment #789
PERSON: Ok, 1234 56 ave. What’s the apartment number again?
ANA: #789. SEVEN-EIGHT-NINE. Just buzz seven-eight-nine.
PERSON: 1234 56 ave, is that an apartment building?

edit: Ana, please don’t be an idiot next time and don’t post my HOME address on the internet for everyone to see. I changed the above to put random numbers.

(ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!)

i finally have a dish rack! yay! my plans for tonight: organize the place, cook dinner, memorize wine list, figure out new costume for the new show, and if i am not too tired, go out to Suite 69 at 11pm for at least two hours.

my next entry would be about how Forrest is such a great room mate. i failed to mention that he cleaned the whole place yesterday. and when i say “clean”, i mean “spotless-lick-the-floor” clean. not only that, he put the rags in the laundry and also did some of my towels. he also progressed more on the making of Frank and he set up the table that was in the “ugly wall room”. he vaccumed, swept, cleaned the bathroom, took the recycleables out … my god. for someone who claims to hate cleaning, he cleans an awful lot.

i really wonder if constantly doing the dishes and cooking compensates for all he’s doing.

Forrest and i decided, we are having a housewarming party in the next week or so. we are in the midst of planning it. a keg might be involved as well as many passing people. so far we have made a list of people that we both would like to invite. obviously there’s going to be more people we invite than the people who will actually come; we’re hoping to get a good 50 people coming in and out at any given time.

more details will be disclosed tomorrow. or, technically, later today.

earlier this night, Forrest realized there was nothing but rice available to be eaten. this is because the course i made and ate was just enough for one; i just didn’t make enough. anyway, in the greatest attempt of ‘bachelor cookery’, he ate plain rice with soya sause and, later on, ate grated chedder with salsa and crackers. he’s determined not to cook or heat anything up at all. it was rather hilarious watching him vehmently cry his disdain for any type of effort in cookery. oh god.

i learnt today that stewing beef doesn’t really soften unless you keep ‘em simmering for, like, eight hours. i will keep that in mind. i made some sort of wierd sauteed beef thing with carrots and mushrooms. it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t all bad either. meh.

i have and only have rice left over. i’m gonna tupperware it and save it for tomorrow. yay!

anyway, yesterday was fun. my little sisters came by and hung out with me the whole day. i made baked pasta enough for five people and some seconds, and my sisters and i just watched movies and chatted. i later invited Forrest’s friend, Matt, along for Chinese food and he brought along Red Vs Blue Season One and i watched that.

it’s wierd to know that my little sisters are going to grade 12. WIERD! they’re actually seniors now! and in a few more years, they are legal to drink alcohol! WIERD! i just keep picturing them as my little sisters — the kids i look after to make sure they don’t do dumb things like beat each other to bloody pulps.
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there was a time
i rhymed an entry
but i’m sort of sad:
there were no commentaries

i got a lot of laughs
i got a lot of chat
but no one wrote — not even one line
what a load of crap!

my little sisters are here
what thrill for me
what shall we do today?
i guess i shall see!
(and write about it later)

Melancoly Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories is a great book with wonderful art. that links it to a free copy of the book. i would just love to own this.

when Jonathan comes back i’ll be sure to borrow his Burton on Burton book. i’ve finished reading a couple chapters or so the last time i was there and i find Tim Burton just fascinating.

it’s gonna be a long day. i already feel tired at it’s 10:32am. i’m just so tired, but what did i do? NOTHING. ugh, the feeling of utter uselessness with the addition of a long day, followed by crappy rainy weather is really getting me down.

ARGH!

the only thing i have to look forward to is Dave and Billy. these are friends and bandmates of Jonathan’s and since they are in town, they called me up so the three of us could party it up at SubUrbs tonight. after two days feeling completely useless and bored, i’m looking for a little stimulation and at this point, any would suffice.

i am doing nothing. i just finished work, finished eating, and now i am sitting here doing nothing.

it’s friday night and i am doing nothing. oh well. i have a big day tomorrow, so i might just turn in.

my day tomorrow:
- loans stuff to finish
- cash in cheque
- lunch?
- calls to Orthodontist, Rosalind, Cecily and Matt Good
- improv at 2:30pm - 4:30pm
- rehearsal for song 4:30 - 4:50
- work from 5pm - 11pm

repeat for sunday. ugh.

besides having dreams in rhyme last night, i also found naked babies hilarious. just watch the animations, they are all “football in the groin” type jokes, but made me laugh each time!

Recalling Yesterday and Dreams in Rhyme

i’m writing an update
about my life
of all the wierd things that happened,
the comedy and strife

i am a girl named Ana
and yesterday was odd
accident prone i was
and a girly Dr. Suess fraud

i dealt with one rude kid
that if i had my way
i’d calmly walk up to his eyes
with a can of aerosol spray
(and spray it!)

i dropped glasses here
i dropped glasses there
i’d stumble and fall
i was a hazard everywhere

my manager said gently,
“it seems to me that you’re having a bad day
or may be a stoke of bad luck; crossed paths with a kitty stray?
take a small break, yeah it’s alright
your duties will be taken care of by Steve since he slacked off all night.”

yippee! hurrah!
i cried with enthusiasum
as i looked over at Steve
who’s about to have spasms.

i thought i was ok,
about to burst into song
but i looked at my wrist
and my swipe card was gone!

no swipe card, no tip
is common knowledge at the theatre
but i want my tips now
i don’t want to get it later

i was invited to go out with co-wokers for a show
i even called Forrest to ask if he wanted to go
(he didn’t call back, so i assumed no.)

i was the only one left
i searched all around
but my swipe card was gone
it was no where to be found

it was me and my manager
(and, even, may be steve?)
i finally got my tips, i was late for the show
who cares?
i decided to leave.

i came home late that night
i found the door ajar
and forrest in the living room
playing with his guitar

i stayed up a bit
strummed my own acoustic
but my guitar’s louder
Forrest decided to quit it

he went to sleep
i stayed up instead
i found myself in chat
with Forrest’s friend Matt

Matt said he was drunk
which isn’t a surprise
we chatted, linked pictures
and rated Starcraft player guys.
(from a scale from 1 - 10!)

(my first encounter with Matt
is rather hilarious
he was sitting alone in bar
looking precarious.

with a beer in his hand and hairs sticking out of his head
he just sat there and stared,
seemingly not living or dead.)

i got tired and peckish
i wanted to eat
on the stove top was KD
another of forrest’s cookery feats.

so off to bed, off to bed
i laid my head and dreamed
i thought the day was over
but nothing’s normal as it seemed

at first my dreams were normal
i never had any wierd signs
and then my dream-self was talking
and i was talking rhyme!

my dreams are sometimes odd
sometimes they are not
even when i woke up though
the rhyming wouldn’t stop

so, now i end.

– THE END –