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Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Sarah Two Two
Well. Words really do fail me from time to time, and this is, um, one of those times.
It's been busy. Really busy and really nice. I guess I should start by saying that no, I'm not working yet. And no, I don't really need to. I'm a rocker. I'm rocking out.
Actually, at the moment, I'm rocking out in Freddy Beach, checking out the housing, and the law faculty.
Which has confirmed what I had begun to suspect. Not to dump on my future school but... I used to envy you UNBers. You seemed to so love your school. The bars sounded so nice, the apartments so cheap, if not close.
Like much of what I relied on for the past four years, this too is a bit of a lie. The school is kinda dinky. The apartments are the pits. Even the bars are a dissapointment: last night I heard some good blues at Bugaboo's. Three weeks ago I was drinking with the stars.
Well, despite my constant bitching about McGill, I always kinda thought I had it good :) I'm glad I appreciated it before I left. I just wanted to set the record straight. I'm sure I'll grow to like UNB... but do go to McGill if you get the chance. It's worth it.
I'll grow to like UNB. Or not. Maybe I'll grow to like Dalhousie! That's right boys and girls. Sarah's heading to Halifax. My birthday gift to you: I've my interview for law school on Thursday.
Meep! No time! I'm sorry I'm so terrible for correspondence. I've been vacationing in Miscou, home, Montreal... I'm rarely near a computer. I'm happy. I miss you.. a bit :) Wish you all were here.
Happy birthday tooooooooo [twooooo] me.
It's been busy. Really busy and really nice. I guess I should start by saying that no, I'm not working yet. And no, I don't really need to. I'm a rocker. I'm rocking out.
Actually, at the moment, I'm rocking out in Freddy Beach, checking out the housing, and the law faculty.
Which has confirmed what I had begun to suspect. Not to dump on my future school but... I used to envy you UNBers. You seemed to so love your school. The bars sounded so nice, the apartments so cheap, if not close.
Like much of what I relied on for the past four years, this too is a bit of a lie. The school is kinda dinky. The apartments are the pits. Even the bars are a dissapointment: last night I heard some good blues at Bugaboo's. Three weeks ago I was drinking with the stars.
Well, despite my constant bitching about McGill, I always kinda thought I had it good :) I'm glad I appreciated it before I left. I just wanted to set the record straight. I'm sure I'll grow to like UNB... but do go to McGill if you get the chance. It's worth it.
I'll grow to like UNB. Or not. Maybe I'll grow to like Dalhousie! That's right boys and girls. Sarah's heading to Halifax. My birthday gift to you: I've my interview for law school on Thursday.
Meep! No time! I'm sorry I'm so terrible for correspondence. I've been vacationing in Miscou, home, Montreal... I'm rarely near a computer. I'm happy. I miss you.. a bit :) Wish you all were here.
Happy birthday tooooooooo [twooooo] me.
# posted by Spot @ 9:22 p.m.
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Sunday, May 16, 2004
Poached Salmon in a White Wine Sauce
See? I can ignore my blog too :)
Not intentionally though: sorry 'bout that! It's just different 'round here. Dialup + other phone users = less internet, ect, ect.
Well, I went out Saturday night. Jonny P. rather graciously took me under his social wing. We headed over to a grad party in Sydney, a caper get together in Westmount and an ending at Smooth Hermans. I knew 3 people at these parties.. but I still had a fantastic time. Probably because Pat McNeil was driving, so Spottle got a little sloshed :)
Needless to say, Saturday night is a bit of a blur.. but I do remember thinking "Hey, Smooth Hermans is pretty good!". Which it really is, ie: my good opinion is not just a product of beer. In retrospect, this is the first chance I've really had to explore Sydney when I'm of age.
I mean, I'd been dating Dave since I was 16. That's a long time. And if there's one thing I've learned from the experience, it's that dating turns us into turtles. Introverts. Social anti-butterflies. No matter how hard I tried, I could barely satisfy family and boyfriend, let alone fit friends in.
So now that I'm single, it feels like it's the first time. I mean, I've never really been single before, not as an adult. And I think I like it. Sydney is a lot more fun as a single female. It's the little things: smiles, courtesy, getting told I'm beautiful..
If being comitted made Montreal no fun, and being single makes Sydney enjoyable... maybe [just maybe] there's hope for Fredericton.
Speaking of NB, I'm going to visit my grandmother in Miscou next weekend with my father. We litterally can't drop by UNB, even for a few hours since we're so short on time.. but Mom and I might go up later in the summer to find an apartment or house or condo or whatever. We'll wait to hear from everyone else first though. I wish the Brondo were in New Brunswick :)
Not intentionally though: sorry 'bout that! It's just different 'round here. Dialup + other phone users = less internet, ect, ect.
Well, I went out Saturday night. Jonny P. rather graciously took me under his social wing. We headed over to a grad party in Sydney, a caper get together in Westmount and an ending at Smooth Hermans. I knew 3 people at these parties.. but I still had a fantastic time. Probably because Pat McNeil was driving, so Spottle got a little sloshed :)
Needless to say, Saturday night is a bit of a blur.. but I do remember thinking "Hey, Smooth Hermans is pretty good!". Which it really is, ie: my good opinion is not just a product of beer. In retrospect, this is the first chance I've really had to explore Sydney when I'm of age.
I mean, I'd been dating Dave since I was 16. That's a long time. And if there's one thing I've learned from the experience, it's that dating turns us into turtles. Introverts. Social anti-butterflies. No matter how hard I tried, I could barely satisfy family and boyfriend, let alone fit friends in.
So now that I'm single, it feels like it's the first time. I mean, I've never really been single before, not as an adult. And I think I like it. Sydney is a lot more fun as a single female. It's the little things: smiles, courtesy, getting told I'm beautiful..
If being comitted made Montreal no fun, and being single makes Sydney enjoyable... maybe [just maybe] there's hope for Fredericton.
Speaking of NB, I'm going to visit my grandmother in Miscou next weekend with my father. We litterally can't drop by UNB, even for a few hours since we're so short on time.. but Mom and I might go up later in the summer to find an apartment or house or condo or whatever. We'll wait to hear from everyone else first though. I wish the Brondo were in New Brunswick :)
# posted by Spot @ 8:32 p.m.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Hi how are you today?
I had fun. Mostly VW Beatle-related. But enough about the joys of driving cars that aren't mine...I am delighted to welcome new audience members to my blog: you should start your own. You really should. And publish murder-mystery epics online.
*whoo-hoo-hoo: It's all been done...before*
Emilie called today: she got 3 firsts in her essays! 3! Jeeezzz. She confided that she wasn't entirely satisfied with her summer job. She's working in Lunenberg this summer as a sailing instructor, but she'd much rather spend the time with me, in Sydney or Montreal. So from now on I'm applying for two. I asked her if she'd favor the military but she seemed nonplussed. Now that I'm luxuriating at home, I kinda see what she means. Now that I have the use of a real house I'm reluctant to give it up.
Which reminds me... Jesse! Danimal! You should come visit! I'm coming up in a few weeks for graduation anyway: we should party.
Graham [YMCA co-worker] offered to throw a bbq party for my grad. I have to see if I've got an evening free, but if so.. wanna come?
I have to say it again: come visit! I have so much free time and so many pretty things to share: Beatle's albums on vinyl, sailing on the Bras D'Or, lots of spare rooms, pretty pretty beaches, Caleighs [I found some!]. As fun as it is to not be a student again, it would be a lot more fun as a group :)
*whoo-hoo-hoo: It's all been done...before*
Emilie called today: she got 3 firsts in her essays! 3! Jeeezzz. She confided that she wasn't entirely satisfied with her summer job. She's working in Lunenberg this summer as a sailing instructor, but she'd much rather spend the time with me, in Sydney or Montreal. So from now on I'm applying for two. I asked her if she'd favor the military but she seemed nonplussed. Now that I'm luxuriating at home, I kinda see what she means. Now that I have the use of a real house I'm reluctant to give it up.
Which reminds me... Jesse! Danimal! You should come visit! I'm coming up in a few weeks for graduation anyway: we should party.
Graham [YMCA co-worker] offered to throw a bbq party for my grad. I have to see if I've got an evening free, but if so.. wanna come?
I have to say it again: come visit! I have so much free time and so many pretty things to share: Beatle's albums on vinyl, sailing on the Bras D'Or, lots of spare rooms, pretty pretty beaches, Caleighs [I found some!]. As fun as it is to not be a student again, it would be a lot more fun as a group :)
# posted by Spot @ 10:49 p.m.
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Sunday, May 09, 2004
Orange Canteloupe
I'm home! And it feels wonderful. It's the little things really.. like the smell of the handsoap we keep in our bathroom: fruits and passions orange canteloupe. Or the purr of the diesel as I burn the beatle through Nova Scotia's highways :)
I took the train, which was quite a treat. It was practically empty, so I had two seats to myself to sttrreeaach out. There's something about the train that fills me with lethargy: like taking a long warm bath. I tend to sleep for hours and hours, hence my wakefullness tonight. I thought of John as we passed through Moncton: Hi John!
Then my dad picked me up in Truro and I got to drive home. Ahhh.. I really really love to drive. Oh Mellow Yellow. It was worth being away just to be reunited again.
Funny story: I'd forgotten that in our house we have appetizers. I indulged in the pre-dinner mediterranean pizza and beer because, well, I thought it was dinner. I had to make room for the roast and dessert: it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
Apparently the world knows about me and law school: people have been congratulating. I guess the folks are pretty proud: gives me a warm glow.
I'm going to try to sleep before it gets to late. Happy mother's day!
I took the train, which was quite a treat. It was practically empty, so I had two seats to myself to sttrreeaach out. There's something about the train that fills me with lethargy: like taking a long warm bath. I tend to sleep for hours and hours, hence my wakefullness tonight. I thought of John as we passed through Moncton: Hi John!
Then my dad picked me up in Truro and I got to drive home. Ahhh.. I really really love to drive. Oh Mellow Yellow. It was worth being away just to be reunited again.
Funny story: I'd forgotten that in our house we have appetizers. I indulged in the pre-dinner mediterranean pizza and beer because, well, I thought it was dinner. I had to make room for the roast and dessert: it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
Apparently the world knows about me and law school: people have been congratulating. I guess the folks are pretty proud: gives me a warm glow.
I'm going to try to sleep before it gets to late. Happy mother's day!
# posted by Spot @ 11:20 p.m.
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Friday, May 07, 2004
I'm trying to please the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low
I love a long goodbye.
More accurately, I don't like saying goodbye at all, so I keep saying it for as long as I can :) Spent my last few hours in Montreal at the paris houshold today {or so I thought}. We hit all the highlights: soccer, ice cream, singing... I really found it hard to leave [and was very nearly late as a result].
Which really got me thinking: do I *have* to leave? OK, sure, I have some time before work starts. But I'm having fun with these people! I really like it here! I like home, especially nowadays, but nice dinners and a fine piano cannot compare to reels in Jesse's kitchen. Maybe I could just minimum wage it 'till my real job starts.. and enjoy another month of bliss.
All this was going through my head as I pried my way towards the door only to discover when I got home [the commute to Laval is an hour and a half, btw] that I can't fly on my aunt's ticket: I'm too old! No free airline for me anymore!
Which means today *wasn't* my last day, apparently. It also means I'll be travelling via VIA. Hahaha, I just had to put that in :)
More accurately, I don't like saying goodbye at all, so I keep saying it for as long as I can :) Spent my last few hours in Montreal at the paris houshold today {or so I thought}. We hit all the highlights: soccer, ice cream, singing... I really found it hard to leave [and was very nearly late as a result].
Which really got me thinking: do I *have* to leave? OK, sure, I have some time before work starts. But I'm having fun with these people! I really like it here! I like home, especially nowadays, but nice dinners and a fine piano cannot compare to reels in Jesse's kitchen. Maybe I could just minimum wage it 'till my real job starts.. and enjoy another month of bliss.
All this was going through my head as I pried my way towards the door only to discover when I got home [the commute to Laval is an hour and a half, btw] that I can't fly on my aunt's ticket: I'm too old! No free airline for me anymore!
Which means today *wasn't* my last day, apparently. It also means I'll be travelling via VIA. Hahaha, I just had to put that in :)
# posted by Spot @ 1:08 a.m.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
I rocked out!
What's better than front row centre at a Sloan concert?
Getting recognized by the band! My heart, my heart, she flutters like a bird in flight. It was a fabulous concert, no question about it. Lots of stuff from their new album, but all of my favorites too: I am the cancer, Coax me, If it feels good do it...
I sang my heart out, danced my heart out and smiled my face off. After the show I got to talk to the band, and Chris complemented me on my exhuberance :) I got him to sign my shirt and exacted his promise he would play my university next year.
But that was just the icing on a cake of a weekend. Thursday Meg and I celebrated our years at McGill with some choice friends. Choice because they bought us unlimited drinks. The night gets a little fuzzy around 12: I remember standing in front of the band in a circle, swaying slowly and singing "Farewell to NS" at the top of our lungs. Slept over at her house then headed off to the Paris household for Kill Bill 2 with Dan.
Friday: Scrivner party, started learning guitar a-la-Dan.
Saturday: Caleigh! [sp?] Well, kitchen party anyway. We made pancakes, I learned "Elenor Rigby" on the acoustic (!), lots of singing :)
After the Sloan concert I had a close encounter with Simon Kubski. Remember him? [Gabe might]. It's not that he's hot. It's not that he's sweetness itself. It's not that he remembered me from four years ago. It's all these things and the hug he gave me as we parted ways. What? Simon, flirting with moi? Too bad I'm leaving so soon, but what a boost for my ego!
Slept over at Aarren's [ooh, pretty] and now I'm relaxing at my grandmother's. I have to say, it was the perfect weekend, and now I miss it. I've gotta remember how all this happened, so's I can do it again in September.
For those of you who are locals... I'm coming home this weekend! Work doesn't start for a few weeks, so I'm visiting Mom for mother's day. Horray for loving mothers and their daughters :)
Getting recognized by the band! My heart, my heart, she flutters like a bird in flight. It was a fabulous concert, no question about it. Lots of stuff from their new album, but all of my favorites too: I am the cancer, Coax me, If it feels good do it...
I sang my heart out, danced my heart out and smiled my face off. After the show I got to talk to the band, and Chris complemented me on my exhuberance :) I got him to sign my shirt and exacted his promise he would play my university next year.
But that was just the icing on a cake of a weekend. Thursday Meg and I celebrated our years at McGill with some choice friends. Choice because they bought us unlimited drinks. The night gets a little fuzzy around 12: I remember standing in front of the band in a circle, swaying slowly and singing "Farewell to NS" at the top of our lungs. Slept over at her house then headed off to the Paris household for Kill Bill 2 with Dan.
Friday: Scrivner party, started learning guitar a-la-Dan.
Saturday: Caleigh! [sp?] Well, kitchen party anyway. We made pancakes, I learned "Elenor Rigby" on the acoustic (!), lots of singing :)
After the Sloan concert I had a close encounter with Simon Kubski. Remember him? [Gabe might]. It's not that he's hot. It's not that he's sweetness itself. It's not that he remembered me from four years ago. It's all these things and the hug he gave me as we parted ways. What? Simon, flirting with moi? Too bad I'm leaving so soon, but what a boost for my ego!
Slept over at Aarren's [ooh, pretty] and now I'm relaxing at my grandmother's. I have to say, it was the perfect weekend, and now I miss it. I've gotta remember how all this happened, so's I can do it again in September.
For those of you who are locals... I'm coming home this weekend! Work doesn't start for a few weeks, so I'm visiting Mom for mother's day. Horray for loving mothers and their daughters :)
# posted by Spot @ 4:09 p.m.
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