well here i am, almost sixty days later, nearly the same amount of time i was in scotland for. and, as i had predicted, scotland seems like a far away dream and i'm back in the full swing of college life. back in the routine. there's a part of me that dreads the routine, but i know that if i didn't have structure i would go nuts! so i go to school, i do homework, i see friends when i can, and i come home. i stress about assignments, just as i had before. i complain about the drama, just as i had before. i'm disappointed; it seems i've come full circle. it's like i've just rested my wheels back into the old familiar groove, riding on cruise control. do you see the pattern? i do too.
some things haven't changed since last year, and that really worries me. i don't want to feel stuck in my life again, like i can't make any decisions and like i'm spinning my wheels. cause that's no fun, right? some people have asked me to continue writing this blog, but i'm kind of afraid that all that comes out will be negative. there are definitely some positive things happening right now, but those are the balloons stuck in the tree that i have to go out of my way to attempt to rescue. i need to consciously allow the negatives to pass through my life..but it's definitely easier said than done.
i went to go draw in rotary park the other day, but ended up sitting on a bench watching the kids playing on the playground. i'm starting to appreciate little things like that. BUT that means i'm losing time for homework.. i'd rather sit on a hill to watch the sunset than sit infront of a tree for 3 hours to draw it only to be dissatisfied with the outcome. i'd rather go for a picnic and knit and burn insence and read new things than spend 5 hours in the ceramics studio throwing pottery, when only two of ten attempts work out. does this mean i'm lazy? or does it just mean i'm not enjoying what i'm doing right now. maybe both. if i don't get to spend time working on myself i'm going to go crazy. but if i don't get my assignments done, i'm going to do less well in school than i'd like. each choice seems like a regression of some sort. i need to find a balance, and right now that seems improbable.
there are so many things on my mind lately, but since midterms are VERY close, i feel obligated to put them on the back burner. i don't feel like that's healthy. i end up making excuses like "oh, i'll have time later for that." but the longer i put it off, the less likely it is i'll revisit it.
anyway, right now i'm writing on my blog instead of drawing or studying or the like.. so i should get back to that..
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
tictoctictoctictoc
time is a difficult concept to grasp. each day seems unbearably long, and then on one of those days you wake up and realize that you have lived for nearly sixty of them already, and how did that happen without you noticing?
well, the time has come. that certain time when you know things are going to be different; it is the time when one chapter ends and another begins, or in my case, when the previous chapter resumes. the time has come when dreaded goodbyes overlap with long awaited hellos and other such greetings, the time when reality strikes you suddenly and maliciously and without remorse. it's time to go home.
don't get me wrong, i absolutely cannot WAIT to go home!! to my family and friends and cats and just.. home. but.. sixty days seems like such a short time frame to get to know another place, and the people that inhabit it. it's like a slice of time just jammed into an available crack in my life. it seems i have just begun to connect with the kids here, and am becoming more comfortable, but now that it's time to leave i realize i may not ever see them again. how can you spend sixty days with someone and then just.. say goodbye?
four days from now i will be on a plane, and eight hours from then i will be on the other side of the world again. but the four days between then and now will seem both arduously long and painfully much too short, simultaneously. time is a funny thing. but definitely not funny-haha.
it's hard to describe how i feel, but i am going to try the best i can to describe it: i feel as if i'm standing on a block of ice that is floating in the water, slowly melting away as i search for a piece of land to jump to. there are islands surrounding me, i can see them! but my block of ice is nearly done in and the islands are too far to swim to. so, what do i do? i consider my options...and then realize i have no idea what they are. so i wait.
i don't know what i'm waiting for, but i'm waiting nonetheless. it just seems like the thing to do, i suppose. when i get home, the house will be there waiting for me, my car, uni program, and mum will be waiting for me, and my reality will be waiting for me. everything is waiting, so i will too. when i get home, i will live in my house, drive to and from school everyday, kiss my mum hello and goodbye, and i will merge into the old life i remember. but how can i go on in *that* life, when i have such a vivid memory of my life *here*? will i forget what i've seen, or felt? will i become a robot, rehearsing my daily tasks as i did before? my block of ice continues to melt.. there's a panic in my heart for an answer. and the ice continues to melt.
after seeing 'in touch' three times, 'closest to the moon' four times, 'spring awakening' eleven times (not counting the other two shows i was backstage photographing the band), and several other non-rsamd related performances, i'd say i've had a decent run of the 2010 edinburgh fringe festival. it was a pleasure to accompany this group for the month, there are just not enough words to describe how delightful they are, and i wonder if they realize how much of my heart they have nabbed. i love them, and now it is time to say goodbye. i hate goodbyes.
i think i have probably said enough for tonight..haha. four days left of this adventure.. i don't know whether to cry or to laugh! i've appreciated my time here so much, a part of me wishes i could stay. another part just wants wednesday to be now. in any case, and either way, my scotland experience draws to a close. and the ice continues to melt.. and i continue to wait.. [curtain.]
well, the time has come. that certain time when you know things are going to be different; it is the time when one chapter ends and another begins, or in my case, when the previous chapter resumes. the time has come when dreaded goodbyes overlap with long awaited hellos and other such greetings, the time when reality strikes you suddenly and maliciously and without remorse. it's time to go home.
don't get me wrong, i absolutely cannot WAIT to go home!! to my family and friends and cats and just.. home. but.. sixty days seems like such a short time frame to get to know another place, and the people that inhabit it. it's like a slice of time just jammed into an available crack in my life. it seems i have just begun to connect with the kids here, and am becoming more comfortable, but now that it's time to leave i realize i may not ever see them again. how can you spend sixty days with someone and then just.. say goodbye?
four days from now i will be on a plane, and eight hours from then i will be on the other side of the world again. but the four days between then and now will seem both arduously long and painfully much too short, simultaneously. time is a funny thing. but definitely not funny-haha.
it's hard to describe how i feel, but i am going to try the best i can to describe it: i feel as if i'm standing on a block of ice that is floating in the water, slowly melting away as i search for a piece of land to jump to. there are islands surrounding me, i can see them! but my block of ice is nearly done in and the islands are too far to swim to. so, what do i do? i consider my options...and then realize i have no idea what they are. so i wait.
i don't know what i'm waiting for, but i'm waiting nonetheless. it just seems like the thing to do, i suppose. when i get home, the house will be there waiting for me, my car, uni program, and mum will be waiting for me, and my reality will be waiting for me. everything is waiting, so i will too. when i get home, i will live in my house, drive to and from school everyday, kiss my mum hello and goodbye, and i will merge into the old life i remember. but how can i go on in *that* life, when i have such a vivid memory of my life *here*? will i forget what i've seen, or felt? will i become a robot, rehearsing my daily tasks as i did before? my block of ice continues to melt.. there's a panic in my heart for an answer. and the ice continues to melt.
after seeing 'in touch' three times, 'closest to the moon' four times, 'spring awakening' eleven times (not counting the other two shows i was backstage photographing the band), and several other non-rsamd related performances, i'd say i've had a decent run of the 2010 edinburgh fringe festival. it was a pleasure to accompany this group for the month, there are just not enough words to describe how delightful they are, and i wonder if they realize how much of my heart they have nabbed. i love them, and now it is time to say goodbye. i hate goodbyes.
i think i have probably said enough for tonight..haha. four days left of this adventure.. i don't know whether to cry or to laugh! i've appreciated my time here so much, a part of me wishes i could stay. another part just wants wednesday to be now. in any case, and either way, my scotland experience draws to a close. and the ice continues to melt.. and i continue to wait.. [curtain.]
Sunday, August 15, 2010
the latest developments.
dear faithful readers:
i know i have let you down one too many times now, leaving you in the dark for nearly a month.. (that's scary). to be fair, it's safe to say that i've been keeping relatively busy, between the festival trips, the technology difficulties, and the radiator leaks- oh, and the occasional trip to vintage lane.
well, the fringe kids are as incredible as ever. i have watched spring awakening nine times now, and am still not sick of it in the least! in all honesty, they are the most talented group..and it feels so rewarding to know them, and to "work" alongside them. so yes, i am "working", i suppose: flyering for the show, handing out programs, and carting around the headshot poster to set up at the shows. i was given a bit less work -yet a bit more..- than i had originally expected. i didn't think front of house manager (that's me!) would have to take the big poster home on the train, or take out the trash..but, such are the joys of responsibility..atleast i got a pass to help me get in to some shows for free! i've yet to take real advantage of that but i'll get there.
so a few days ago, my computer gave me the blue screen of death, restarting itself over and over repeating that there was a problem with my computer (well, duh!). i was so afraid that i had lost all of my photos, and also really sad that i couldn't communicate with anyone in that way. i did take it to a shop though and paid a sum of pounds that was hard to part with..but they did recover my pictures!! i lost all of my music, but i suppose that doesn't matter now since my ipod has also failed me. stupid technology.. so i have now been happily reunited with my lappy.
the latest development was that radiator water had decided to leak from the upstairs flat down into our kitchen through the ceiling light fixture! and what's more, i stumbled upon the drips at 3:30 in the morning when i had gotten up to get a glass of water.. awesome! at first i wasn't sure if i should wake dani, because she needs her sleep for the shows..but i thought it was possible for it could be dangerous. so after i sopped up the already formed puddle with a towel and set down buckets (i was just lucky not to get electrocuted from the initial turning on of the kitchen light), i woke dani and hurried upstairs to bang on the door of the flat above. i knocked...and knocked.. and banged! -no answer. so i called upon their neighbors, who were miraculously still awake, watching football, who said that the people living in the flat were away. so off i go, searching for numbers for management, calling emergency plumbing numbers. but who expects a call at 4am? it was really difficult to get a hold of any human being that wasn't telling me to call back during regular hours. eventually i just told dani to go back to bed and that i'd handle it. got a hold of a plumber, but there wasn't really much he could do without being able to get into the flat above. so he said he'd come round first thing in the morning. i was considering calling the police, just so that maybe they could open the door or something.. but in the morning, the plumber came and told us that it was just radtiator water, which is harmless, and which had already started to slow to a trickle. he said the resevoir would run out of fluid soon enough and that we shouldn't have to worry about it anymore. poor dani, feeling all stressed out, not being able to leave for edinburgh early. she ofcourse made it with time to spare, but they had wanted her to flyer i guess. so, the whole ordeal has settled, i guess you could say. the people came home and we let them know about the situation, and the leaking has, like plumber man said, stopped. doesn't look like i'll be drowning any more!!
on the days i haven't gone to edinburgh - which haven't been many..- i took short trips to the west end to snoop around in the vintage and antique shops. i spent a while in a book shop, too, that had an adorable upstairs attic part full of old books. it was lovely. i met a woman on the train today that reminded me so much of my auntie tracey. she was soft spoken and beautiful, very natural and healthy looking; she practiced massage therapy, did yoga and meditation in the morning, and loved natural oils and travelling. we talked about positive energy (SO auntie tracey, right?!) and how to let things that would normally upset us come in and then leave, making sure we didn't we don't dwell on the negative energies around us. she actually made me feel like i could practice enough to be as calm and gentle as her. she also gave me a website for these trips i can take in scotland into the highlands for hillwalks or to the pubs for live music, with an organized group of people. it actually sounds like a lot of fun, i will check it out. like my aunt, i feel like she understood me somehow.. and that connection felt vulnerable, but quite nice.
some of my family are actually in manitoba now, visiting relatives, and i wish i could have come along with them. what a treat that would be. i'm missing my mom's voice, my kittens' fur, my car, the great conversations we all get into with the family.. i feel a little torn, and it's a strange sensation: i can't wait to go home to everything and everyone familiar and missed, but i am feeling really very reluctant to leave the people that i have met here.. it seems that i have gotten close to them all for naught, as when i leave, i wouldn't doubt that i'll never see any of them again. and that makes me terribly heartbroken.
anyway, for once i am feeling sleepy before midnight, so i think i will wrap this one up. i'll try to write more often now, i apologize for the dry spell. lots of love to you all xoxoxo
i know i have let you down one too many times now, leaving you in the dark for nearly a month.. (that's scary). to be fair, it's safe to say that i've been keeping relatively busy, between the festival trips, the technology difficulties, and the radiator leaks- oh, and the occasional trip to vintage lane.
well, the fringe kids are as incredible as ever. i have watched spring awakening nine times now, and am still not sick of it in the least! in all honesty, they are the most talented group..and it feels so rewarding to know them, and to "work" alongside them. so yes, i am "working", i suppose: flyering for the show, handing out programs, and carting around the headshot poster to set up at the shows. i was given a bit less work -yet a bit more..- than i had originally expected. i didn't think front of house manager (that's me!) would have to take the big poster home on the train, or take out the trash..but, such are the joys of responsibility..atleast i got a pass to help me get in to some shows for free! i've yet to take real advantage of that but i'll get there.
so a few days ago, my computer gave me the blue screen of death, restarting itself over and over repeating that there was a problem with my computer (well, duh!). i was so afraid that i had lost all of my photos, and also really sad that i couldn't communicate with anyone in that way. i did take it to a shop though and paid a sum of pounds that was hard to part with..but they did recover my pictures!! i lost all of my music, but i suppose that doesn't matter now since my ipod has also failed me. stupid technology.. so i have now been happily reunited with my lappy.
the latest development was that radiator water had decided to leak from the upstairs flat down into our kitchen through the ceiling light fixture! and what's more, i stumbled upon the drips at 3:30 in the morning when i had gotten up to get a glass of water.. awesome! at first i wasn't sure if i should wake dani, because she needs her sleep for the shows..but i thought it was possible for it could be dangerous. so after i sopped up the already formed puddle with a towel and set down buckets (i was just lucky not to get electrocuted from the initial turning on of the kitchen light), i woke dani and hurried upstairs to bang on the door of the flat above. i knocked...and knocked.. and banged! -no answer. so i called upon their neighbors, who were miraculously still awake, watching football, who said that the people living in the flat were away. so off i go, searching for numbers for management, calling emergency plumbing numbers. but who expects a call at 4am? it was really difficult to get a hold of any human being that wasn't telling me to call back during regular hours. eventually i just told dani to go back to bed and that i'd handle it. got a hold of a plumber, but there wasn't really much he could do without being able to get into the flat above. so he said he'd come round first thing in the morning. i was considering calling the police, just so that maybe they could open the door or something.. but in the morning, the plumber came and told us that it was just radtiator water, which is harmless, and which had already started to slow to a trickle. he said the resevoir would run out of fluid soon enough and that we shouldn't have to worry about it anymore. poor dani, feeling all stressed out, not being able to leave for edinburgh early. she ofcourse made it with time to spare, but they had wanted her to flyer i guess. so, the whole ordeal has settled, i guess you could say. the people came home and we let them know about the situation, and the leaking has, like plumber man said, stopped. doesn't look like i'll be drowning any more!!
on the days i haven't gone to edinburgh - which haven't been many..- i took short trips to the west end to snoop around in the vintage and antique shops. i spent a while in a book shop, too, that had an adorable upstairs attic part full of old books. it was lovely. i met a woman on the train today that reminded me so much of my auntie tracey. she was soft spoken and beautiful, very natural and healthy looking; she practiced massage therapy, did yoga and meditation in the morning, and loved natural oils and travelling. we talked about positive energy (SO auntie tracey, right?!) and how to let things that would normally upset us come in and then leave, making sure we didn't we don't dwell on the negative energies around us. she actually made me feel like i could practice enough to be as calm and gentle as her. she also gave me a website for these trips i can take in scotland into the highlands for hillwalks or to the pubs for live music, with an organized group of people. it actually sounds like a lot of fun, i will check it out. like my aunt, i feel like she understood me somehow.. and that connection felt vulnerable, but quite nice.
some of my family are actually in manitoba now, visiting relatives, and i wish i could have come along with them. what a treat that would be. i'm missing my mom's voice, my kittens' fur, my car, the great conversations we all get into with the family.. i feel a little torn, and it's a strange sensation: i can't wait to go home to everything and everyone familiar and missed, but i am feeling really very reluctant to leave the people that i have met here.. it seems that i have gotten close to them all for naught, as when i leave, i wouldn't doubt that i'll never see any of them again. and that makes me terribly heartbroken.
anyway, for once i am feeling sleepy before midnight, so i think i will wrap this one up. i'll try to write more often now, i apologize for the dry spell. lots of love to you all xoxoxo
Monday, July 26, 2010
the clouds move faster in glasgow..
well upon request, grama and family, i will update my blog and dedicate this post to you.
i spoke with my family on skype today which was really great. i don't know how dani can stand being apart from them so long..mom, i'm never moving out!! ..just kidding.. but really, i am so lucky to have such a warm and amazing and supportive family. i fear i have definitely taken them for granted. but it was so nice to catch up and see what everyone is doing on that end of things! i miss you guys!!
i am now sitting here and eating mushroom soup, contemplating what i should do tonight. i was going to poke around the stores but i forgot that unfortunately everything here seems to close at 5pm. i'm starting to lose track of the days.. i forget what i did last week! i've been pretty bad with keeping up with everything in my journal, and so i'll need to really think hard to remember it all.
on saturday, brooke (carly's friend) and i did a day trip to stirling and to dunblane. originally we were going to take a tour through the highlands, but there was only one seat left on that bus, and to take the train to inverness was 40pounds. so we settled on these two places, which were still very nice. in stirling we visited the stirling castle and walked through the streets a bit, and had lunch at a pub. afterwards we hopped on the train again to dunblane, a quaint little town of 1300 people. it was sooo lovely, i could really see myself living there more readily than in glasgow, a huge city. we saw the dunblane cathedral which was gorgeous, and went into the museum. we also found a cute shop called the curiosity shop (what a clever name for a shop..we were curious!) which had antiques and knick-knacks: it was very dangerous for me! but i managed to walk away with just a small token from the most adorable town i've seen yet. brooke was really nice and we got along well, but she only stayed three days in glasgow so it was a brief meeting for us.
that night, back in glasgow, everyone went out for melanie's birthday. we got all dolled up and met at this high class bar for some drinks and a late dinner, then migrated to an awesome pub not far away. there was a live band and lots of people and it was so much fun!! it was good to be around everyone in a more relaxed setting, i'm very fond of them. such a great night.
one day last week -i forget which..- i took the subway by myself for the first time to the kelvingrove art gallery and museum, which had a lot of beautiful work from french and italian artists such as cezanne, matisse, seurat, pissarro, picasso, gauguin, monet, derain, renoir... i could go on!! it was so very nice.. all of the paintings were just beautiful..
to be honest..i don't have anything else to write about, that i can remember. so until next time!!
love kara xxoo
i spoke with my family on skype today which was really great. i don't know how dani can stand being apart from them so long..mom, i'm never moving out!! ..just kidding.. but really, i am so lucky to have such a warm and amazing and supportive family. i fear i have definitely taken them for granted. but it was so nice to catch up and see what everyone is doing on that end of things! i miss you guys!!
i am now sitting here and eating mushroom soup, contemplating what i should do tonight. i was going to poke around the stores but i forgot that unfortunately everything here seems to close at 5pm. i'm starting to lose track of the days.. i forget what i did last week! i've been pretty bad with keeping up with everything in my journal, and so i'll need to really think hard to remember it all.
on saturday, brooke (carly's friend) and i did a day trip to stirling and to dunblane. originally we were going to take a tour through the highlands, but there was only one seat left on that bus, and to take the train to inverness was 40pounds. so we settled on these two places, which were still very nice. in stirling we visited the stirling castle and walked through the streets a bit, and had lunch at a pub. afterwards we hopped on the train again to dunblane, a quaint little town of 1300 people. it was sooo lovely, i could really see myself living there more readily than in glasgow, a huge city. we saw the dunblane cathedral which was gorgeous, and went into the museum. we also found a cute shop called the curiosity shop (what a clever name for a shop..we were curious!) which had antiques and knick-knacks: it was very dangerous for me! but i managed to walk away with just a small token from the most adorable town i've seen yet. brooke was really nice and we got along well, but she only stayed three days in glasgow so it was a brief meeting for us.
that night, back in glasgow, everyone went out for melanie's birthday. we got all dolled up and met at this high class bar for some drinks and a late dinner, then migrated to an awesome pub not far away. there was a live band and lots of people and it was so much fun!! it was good to be around everyone in a more relaxed setting, i'm very fond of them. such a great night.
one day last week -i forget which..- i took the subway by myself for the first time to the kelvingrove art gallery and museum, which had a lot of beautiful work from french and italian artists such as cezanne, matisse, seurat, pissarro, picasso, gauguin, monet, derain, renoir... i could go on!! it was so very nice.. all of the paintings were just beautiful..
to be honest..i don't have anything else to write about, that i can remember. so until next time!!
love kara xxoo
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
cheers!
despite the constant rain, today has been a good day!
i was woken up by the gas and electricity guy whom i sheepishly greeted at the door, then went back to sleep until dani's phone call woke me up again, asking me to bring some of her dresses to school for her. since i finally got my haircut yesterday, today was a dress-up day, and i did so at the expense of dani's closet! i picked an outfit that suited my taste and set out on my journey, conveniently forgetting an umbrella..
i had created a map in my head of where i had to go in order to get to the gallery of modern art, so after dropping dani's things off, i made my way through the streets. i know it's kind of vain of me but.. i felt really cute and it made me smile a little as i walked..! i made a note of a shop called fat buddha that i must go back to for investigation.. the GoMA was alittle disappointing: there were several pieces that i really enjoyed but.. there just wasn't all that MUCH to look at. the first floor was taken up by a single video installation, the second floor had a smaller video installation and a few prints in a small hallway, and the third floor was just a large room with i'd say around 40 pieces hanging on the walls. i spent about an hour there, and a bit longer in the gift shop looking at books on modigliani and photos taken by eve someone..
i then crossed the street to the art store, and bought a small sketchbook- i couldn't help myself! by this time my shoes were already soaked, so i vowed to make one more pit stop (a store called the cult.. i bought a few things!) before heading back home. but when i was done in the cult store, it had begun pouring rain so i opted to take a taxi home, where i sit now amongst the groceries we ordered online. i know, my day must sound a little lame but.. i feel good! amazing what a little haircut and a pinch of freedom can do!
so, as promised, i'll see what i can remember from our trip to st. helen's:
all packed into andrew's little car was andrew himself, dani and i, and stephen and cj. we spent the three hour trip singing to cds and nodding off, and i noted some landscapery that i enjoyed: the wind mills, the stately hills that were dimpled, not round, an old stone wall in a field, and plenty of sheep! when we got to mikey's we were greeted by him and his mom who is fantastic, as well as a bbq with so much food! we ate and conversed and had a jolly old time. mikey's mom also owns a costume shop which is attached to their house, so we had great fun trying on costumes with eachother and taking pictures. it was awesome!! some in the group got a little tipsy off of the wine, and we played wii sports, and then all slept on a big bed on the living room floor. overall a very good night.
the next day we drove another two hours or so to arrive in alton, where we were going to alton towers, a theme park. the line ups were awfully long for the 30 second thrill rides, but it was fun all the same. we kept ourselves occupied by playing games in the line ups and such. overall, a successful road trip.
now as far as my television debut goes.. well, i exaggerated that a tad.
on july 11th dani was invited to sing background vocals with her class on the john barrowman show, and i was invited to be an audience participant during the filming! so there i was, sitting in the audience with jamie and daniel, and in swept this cheesy comedian guy to get the crowd energized. he was making people shout out where they were from, trying to see who came the farthest: edinburgh! london! germany! and i said to myself: oh no no, I can do better than that! so i yelled CANADA! and right away this guy comes over to me. he makes me stand up infront of everyone to introduce myself, and after he said i was lovely, i said on a whim "and i'm single!" it was good for a laugh, and i didn't think it'd actually go anywhere from that..but oh, did it go..
a little later on in the program, mr. comedian dude thought it would be a great crowd pleaser to have me go on a blind date! so he made me look forward and chose 3 guys from the crowd, interviewing each of them. the first man was a "body builder", to which the crowd laughed so i figured it was safe to assume he WASN'T, the second was really quiet, and the third was.. well, his profession was that he was retired. SO number two it was! he came down and we were introduced, but alas, he said that his partner was 26 weeks pregnant. SO that was a no... haha. again, later on, the actual john barrowman talked to me! "who's the girl from canada?? shall we set you up with one of our dancers??" LOLZ it was a fun experience.
i was woken up by the gas and electricity guy whom i sheepishly greeted at the door, then went back to sleep until dani's phone call woke me up again, asking me to bring some of her dresses to school for her. since i finally got my haircut yesterday, today was a dress-up day, and i did so at the expense of dani's closet! i picked an outfit that suited my taste and set out on my journey, conveniently forgetting an umbrella..
i had created a map in my head of where i had to go in order to get to the gallery of modern art, so after dropping dani's things off, i made my way through the streets. i know it's kind of vain of me but.. i felt really cute and it made me smile a little as i walked..! i made a note of a shop called fat buddha that i must go back to for investigation.. the GoMA was alittle disappointing: there were several pieces that i really enjoyed but.. there just wasn't all that MUCH to look at. the first floor was taken up by a single video installation, the second floor had a smaller video installation and a few prints in a small hallway, and the third floor was just a large room with i'd say around 40 pieces hanging on the walls. i spent about an hour there, and a bit longer in the gift shop looking at books on modigliani and photos taken by eve someone..
i then crossed the street to the art store, and bought a small sketchbook- i couldn't help myself! by this time my shoes were already soaked, so i vowed to make one more pit stop (a store called the cult.. i bought a few things!) before heading back home. but when i was done in the cult store, it had begun pouring rain so i opted to take a taxi home, where i sit now amongst the groceries we ordered online. i know, my day must sound a little lame but.. i feel good! amazing what a little haircut and a pinch of freedom can do!
so, as promised, i'll see what i can remember from our trip to st. helen's:
all packed into andrew's little car was andrew himself, dani and i, and stephen and cj. we spent the three hour trip singing to cds and nodding off, and i noted some landscapery that i enjoyed: the wind mills, the stately hills that were dimpled, not round, an old stone wall in a field, and plenty of sheep! when we got to mikey's we were greeted by him and his mom who is fantastic, as well as a bbq with so much food! we ate and conversed and had a jolly old time. mikey's mom also owns a costume shop which is attached to their house, so we had great fun trying on costumes with eachother and taking pictures. it was awesome!! some in the group got a little tipsy off of the wine, and we played wii sports, and then all slept on a big bed on the living room floor. overall a very good night.
the next day we drove another two hours or so to arrive in alton, where we were going to alton towers, a theme park. the line ups were awfully long for the 30 second thrill rides, but it was fun all the same. we kept ourselves occupied by playing games in the line ups and such. overall, a successful road trip.
now as far as my television debut goes.. well, i exaggerated that a tad.
on july 11th dani was invited to sing background vocals with her class on the john barrowman show, and i was invited to be an audience participant during the filming! so there i was, sitting in the audience with jamie and daniel, and in swept this cheesy comedian guy to get the crowd energized. he was making people shout out where they were from, trying to see who came the farthest: edinburgh! london! germany! and i said to myself: oh no no, I can do better than that! so i yelled CANADA! and right away this guy comes over to me. he makes me stand up infront of everyone to introduce myself, and after he said i was lovely, i said on a whim "and i'm single!" it was good for a laugh, and i didn't think it'd actually go anywhere from that..but oh, did it go..
a little later on in the program, mr. comedian dude thought it would be a great crowd pleaser to have me go on a blind date! so he made me look forward and chose 3 guys from the crowd, interviewing each of them. the first man was a "body builder", to which the crowd laughed so i figured it was safe to assume he WASN'T, the second was really quiet, and the third was.. well, his profession was that he was retired. SO number two it was! he came down and we were introduced, but alas, he said that his partner was 26 weeks pregnant. SO that was a no... haha. again, later on, the actual john barrowman talked to me! "who's the girl from canada?? shall we set you up with one of our dancers??" LOLZ it was a fun experience.
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