There's a fire just waiting for Fuel

So... maybe I fell off the face of bloggerdom a little bit. For like, a week. It happens. I'm sorry. I hope you will take out any anger and/or frusteration on inanimate objects or irritating coworkers and read my blog despite the emergence of these feelings.

Last week, Kirsten came to live at my house for a week. Kirsten and I have been friends since grade nine and she often spends lots of time at my house with the "normal" family, but she's never officially been staying here longer than one night. Her family is her dad who has lots of issues of his own and is not the nicest or most supportive of fathers. So Kirsten decided she needs to move out for a while, and she needed a place, so, my house it was.

I was pretty worried since she lives mostly rule-free at her house, whereas my house has rules. Real ones with consequences and guilt and everything. I was worried about getting stuck between my mom and my friend. Luckily, Kirsten seemed to have a great time chez moi and her cat allergies only kicked in during her last night here. (I have three cats... Benedryl stays in our medicine drawer at all times. Right... the medecine drawer. That's another story.)

I spent a lot of time during this stay of Kirsten's hanging out with her. To be fair, I did get most of my homework done, I just spent way less time checking my email, and, well, blogging. Instead we listened to music and painted -- Kirsten painted while I failed at painting. I can do trees, but that's pretty much it. I think I'll stick to writing.

The other fun thing that happenned this week was coffeehouse. LEAF organises a sort of planned open mic type event twice a year, and one was last Friday. These are famous for their funny acts, cool people, and general awesomeness. Unfortunately, a big chunk of that awesome jsut graduated, so this coffeehouse was not the best. It has its amazing moments (um... acoustic "Umbrella" by Rhianna? With dancers with umbrellas? Awesome.) but many were less good, mostly caused by the lack of mics that worked (AVAs talent graduated as well).

Most exciting part for ME and therefor for YOU was that I finally fulfilled my dream of being on stage at coffeehouse. I have pictures that would accompany this post if only they did not involve my double chin. But anyway, I read some of my favourite poems. I wore my hot new dress and I got my poet on in a beret and read. Now, these were not MY poems, which is slightly less exciting, but I love them, and it was a reading, so it was exciting for me. I read "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost first, then I read a piece by a very gifted friend of mine, Matt McCarren (McC) called "In These Arms" (one of my favourite poems ever. And it was written by a high school boy. I feel like the world should end now). My last one was an amazing spoken word piece by Ani Difranco called "Fuel". Spoken word is something I'd like to get into more. There's something about it that appeals to me, and my style seems to lend itself well to it, which is exciting because in french class we're having a workship with Oni the Haitian Sensation about writing slam poetry type stuff in French. Magnifique, non?

PS: Dear Ontario: McGuinty? AGAIN? Really guys? Come on.