once i had a love and it was a gas

soon turned out, had a heart of glass

chester...

... is the most beautiful town in this province.

i was fortunate enough to be there last weekend for the last day of race week (sailing) which was my favorite week of the summer.
unfortunately, for the last few years, i've missed race week because showtimes in antigonish and week.
i sat on a rock on freda's beach and watched all the boats come in from the last race, and i have to tell you, at least 100 boats floating into the harbour with the sunset behind it. obviously, breath-taking.
afterwards, i took in the children's show at the chester playhouse. they were doing cheaper by the dozen. i love the playhouse, because it was my second home, and where i developed by love for the recording arts and sound design. ALSO, i love the playhouse because i'm treated like bloody royalty there. michael ondaatje is the king, and i am the queen. every summer, since the age of 9 (and before i moved to antigonish at 16) i spent almost everyday at the theatre, taking part in the summer theatre school or working backstage. my first job was when i was 12 years old, working as the sound designer on 'the mousetrap' by agatha christie. the manager of the theatre lied about my age and told them i was 16 so i would get the job. they didn't find until it was my 12th birthday, and someone bought me a drink. i drank it, enjoying it thoroughly. my mother grabbed the glass out of my hand and scolded the person for buying a 12 year old an alcoholic beverage.
when i left the playhouse, i had contributed to about 30 shows in 7 years. and i had become friends with people twice my age, and gained their respect. nothing is better than being a 13 year old assistant stage manager telling 40 year olds what to do and having them listen.

i think if i moved back to chester, i would always fit into the same place at the chester playhouse that i had before, except now, i'm able to drink with cast mates and crew members at parties. which is comforting. it's nice to know that somewhere i'm considered a god sent.

i'll be back in chester tomorrow night, to see 'shroom! the last musical'. written by malcolm calloway and jan morrison, the geniuses behind 'death! the musical' (a musical about the hilarious misadventures of dead people at the 'afterlife bar and grill') i can't wait.

celebrity hob knobbing

so it's a normal day at the studio. darren's on his gazillionth large cup of tim horton's coffee (one cream, one sugar. coffee is my responsibility) garett is a half an hour late, and i'm dying to sprawl out on the oh so comfortable leather couch and read mix magazine.
but our assignment is a little more formal than usual. there are real life paying customers upstairs waiting to begin a real life studio session. my nerves=shot.

well, long story short, we showed alicia silverstone a pretty good time at gus' pub. she's a big scribbler fan, and i've got her phone number written on the inside cover of jen's copy of 'please kill me' (sorry jen! i'll white it out!)

gosh, next time you see me, i'll be in LA lunching with leo and giselle (if they get back together. my fingers are crossed) and scheduling a flight to london on my palm pilot. reason for going to london? shopping date with madonna, of course!

man alive

drunk girls can say/do some pretty stupid stuff.
it was my birthday though, so you are forced (you heard me. forced) to forgive me and let it slide.

i've developed quite a terrible cold. yesterday, i sneezed, and edie sedgwick sneezed a little kitty sneeze that was absoloutly adorable. this dumb, happy look crept onto my face, and i reminded myself of the scene in the original how the grinch stole christmas when the grinch's heart grows three sizes and the little scale breaks. i gave her a big hug and lots of treats. i love my cat.

my first viewing of hotaction.ca and...

i had to take a break to smoke a cigarette

chocolate cake and lasagna

my parents came to visit me today. they brought me a chocolate birthday cake and my mom's delicious lasagna. they bought me groceries, and took jen and i to great wall for lunch.
i was awake until 7:30 this morning cleaning my room and listening to pj harvey. i'm a great dancer when i'm loaded. last night i taught jen how to do the tootsie roll and the running man. ohhh southern comfort date nights are truly a blast.

now, back to sleep

desperation: part II

i need a cigarette. really really really badly.

or a really good fucking. whichever comes first.

time for a drink!

french girls...

... are so much nicer than crazy girls.
i like brian's new girlfriend a lot more than i like his old one. you know. the psychotic one. that threw my cat down the stairs.

there's a party at my house this evening, celebrating brian's birthday. i'm the only room mate left in the house, so i will probably be spending most of my time in my room, keeping edie sedgwick company. i might sneak outside and steal some bbq'd goods. i heard a rumour that a certain mr. dorton might make an appearance. mike d. in my house. i think i need a valium to calm myself down.

in other news. it's a little over a week until my 19th birthday. there better be a strip show. s'all i'm sayin