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music: "amelia earhart" - the inbreds There are people that I click with. And then there are people that I click with. And on those occasions, the topic of birthdays has always come up with the person involved, and almost every time it surfaces, the birthdays lie within a week of mine. I don’t want to come across as frighteningly new age, but I find this oddly coincidental. September 22, friends. Any birthday buddies out there? I could use a few more soul mates. Ha! In other news, I have been trying to get my hands on a pair of snowpants (you would have had to kill me before that slipped through my lips even a year ago). I can’t believe this presumably simple little task had me running through different zones of the city. Unfortunately, it’s three hours later and I’ve come home empty handed. Alas, the only trousers of snow stocking the shelves were trendy I-am-money $100+ numbers from trendy boarding shops. Zeller’s couldn’t even save the day. Even those bulky hits circa 1985 with the multi-coloured suspender straps would suffice! But nothing. A free weekend at a ski lodge and I still can’t afford the rich man’s hobby. I think I’m going to be spending it with the other non-active types, sipping spanish coffees by the fire. Phwoar. Magazine teacher singled me out last night and told everyone he was confident that if I pushed forward with my story proposal, I would be published no problem. I think my cheeks started to burn; I don’t think I’ve felt like this since grade six. Of course, this should be an impetus to get my act together and pursue something that I secretly wouldn’t mind being successful in (surprise! secret’s out!), but I’m deathly afraid of rejection and being responsible for everything I write. Sometimes I say things and regret them fifteen minutes after it’s all been said and done. But to do this and have the public at large ready to attack everything I’ve said? I’m not so sure. If nothing else, I’m hoping to stay in touch with at least a couple of my classmates to keep the fires of creativity burning. I think we all need that from each other in a way. It’s the first time I’ve been in a class where everyone is mature enough to accept criticism, to expect criticism, to be a little upset when they aren’t criticized. It’s the first time where there isn’t one single person who thinks they’re superior, who thinks their experience surpasses that of the remainder of the class... Everyone wants to hear everyone else’s story. And the older people have been through so much, know so much. We young folk sometimes think we’re hot shit with no reason. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that learning never stops. That, and Corn Pops cereal certainly produces some very fragrant urine.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |