Have you ever wanted all your favourite sexuality songs collected in one big box set?

Behold! The Insight Podcast!

http://www.cfsh.ca/ppfc/content.asp?articleid=432

scroll down to "Podcast". I'm the female announcer in ECP Race and I sing "I'm transgender and I will survive" in GLBTTQ Box set, as well as backup singing for most of them.. It's good fun! It's not all my troupe (HIV waiting room -- I take no responsibilty for that.) Disclaimer: sorry for the singing.

So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your wings.

And I know, know cuz she said so/ And I can't just let you go

Busy busy week.

I missed so much school. I had two Insight shows this week, one of which was to fill in in the other troupe at Vincent Massey. After getting lost on the bus (Adam: "What, could you not find your seat?") due to my fabulous bus skills (Driver: "Haig was 3 stops back") and back-tracking 4 blocks I finally got to Vincent Massey. I still beat everyone else there and spent some awkward moments with the office ladies of Vincent Massey. It got even more awkward when who should end up front row centre but Laura, a girl from my church from one of the most conservative families ever. I cringed inwardly when we did the Masturbation Macarena and she almost had a heart attack.

Valnetine's this year kind of came and went, and I have to say, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Sure I whined and groaned and told you how I hated it, but it was ok. It was my favourite chem moment so far.
Mr Magwood: Where's Adam Potter?
Evey: Oh, he's stuck in a box, sir. He wrapped himself up as a present for his girlfriend, and she's late.
Mr Magwood: Oh, ok.
Gabe: Wow. It's moments like this when I wish I were a nice guy. But I'm not, so I'm running to Rideau at lunch to buy something for Meghan.

I spent the afternoon at the Insight show and I spent the evening with my ex at work. Which was actually half decent. We ended up talking later on for 2 hours. It was bittersweet, and I cried a little bit, but for the first time we were connected again and this wall was gone. We laughed, and joked about when we were dating and it was nice. It was really nice. I'm pretty sure we'll never have a conversation quite like this one ever again, but I'm glad that I got that confirmation that I didn't make up that connection. That it's still there. It's just got a brick wall through the middle of it.

It is official: I am going to Cuba the week before March Break. I am incredibly excited, despite that fact that I have to spend the whole time with my little sister. Lying on the beach for hours while reading a books sounds extremely awesome.

So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your wings.

All is fair

This weekend feels sooo long. I can't believe I have to go
back to school tomorrow. Thursday, I had an Insight Theater show and ended up missing the whole day, ie, skipping the afternoon. Which was nice. I went to the Clothes Secret and helped my mom re-do the windows.


That night was the semi formal. I had no choice but to go, since I'm on Studco exec. I had to help clean up the balloons and draped fabric (duct taped to the bleachers, but we had to "be careful" and "not rip the fabric".). I was feeling pretty apprehensive, since my freinds are pretty well all attached, and those who weren't, seemed to have dates. Also, I had nothing to wear.


I started getting more excited when Lorien invited me over to her house to get ready for the dance. I love the whole, hanging out with girl friends, putting on make-up, getting pretty.

I also found a dress (I think I love this dress, but it sometimes makes me look wide. At least in the photos of the dance. Which I hate.)

Then I discovered that not only would Mike be at Lorien's, but so would Cotrut, Lachlan and Nick. I was kind of happy I'd get to see Nick, but all kinds of awkward would come from a) being around Mike and b) being around Nick around Mike. It was all fine. I had fun with the girls, bugging Mike (he was short-tempered that day, which was fun. Ok, so I'm mean. But so what?) and playing footsie with Nick, under the table, sitting across from Mike. I felt very tricky.

The dance itself was full of drama. Avery ditched Hashem early on and kept bad mouthing him to various people, I got stuck between dancing with Hashem and Michal and everyone was grabbing everyone else's asses. Not in our group, the group that started dancing long before everyone else and got judging looks because of it, but in the large orgy in the middle of the room.

The next day was skiing for Erika's birthday party, which was SO MUCH FUN. There was fresh snow and I had tons of fun skiing. Avery of course had to show off the whole day, and I never got to ski with Geoff, but I learned how to "waltz" down the hill. If you haven't tried it, you should. So much fun. We went back to Erika's (after a detour to get gas, pick up Lorien's dad, drop him off and wait at a green light due to excessive sunlight. "It's red. I swear it's red!")

Erika has a huge home theater in her basement so we watched Chocolat. The singles decided we'd comandeer the front couch, so I got to snuggle in between Michal and Geoff. Movies are one of those things where you can cuddle up with whoever, and no one cares.

I love being a teenager. So much drama.

Credit to Hashem for the pictures.

So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your wings.

Eat food. Not too much, mostly plants.

I've been having a busy time lately. Let's see what has happenned that's interesting.

Hmm. Semester 2. I'm very disappointed that I had to switch out of AP Writer's Craft, for many reasons. The first being that I don't get to have an amazing class with and amazing teacher and develop a writing voice and style and just write for a class.

My dream class.

Of course, even if I hadn't switched out, I wouldn't have had Hodgson. The day he came back, at lunch (he only teachers afternoons, so he comes in late), I went to see him. I dragged along McC, and went to see Mr Hogdson.
I missed him so much! It was so good to see him again, even though he has a new classroom in Mr Peter's old room. With a giant plant in it. And I talked to Mr Hodgson about how he dropped my class. He felt bad, and he promised he'd teach my class next year. He'd better, is all I can say. This is the course I have wanted to take, conciously since grade nine, but really, about forever. So I really, really, need to get him next year.
It's hard when all my friends have him and enjoy flaunting it. I mean, I guess I'd want to too if I were in that class... but I'm not. So it hurts that way something hurts when someone teases you and you laugh, but it hits you like you've just fallen off the monkey bars and landed flat on your back.

Speaking of landing flat on your back, I went tobagonning yesterday at the farm with Emma and Luke and my sister. I fell off a sled on which you stand up and did something to my neck. Initially it did hurt but it was waking up this morning that hurt. Looking down at my desk all day was pain.



So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your wings.

Hey Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken

I'm sitting at home watching bad daytime TV. I'm that bored. "Why?" you may ask, "Why would such an awesome fabulous person like you be sitting at home with nothing to do while you and all your friends have the day off school?"

Well, I had plans to hang out with Russel Nick. I never get to see him (since he lives in Russel...) and so today there was this big plan that after Nick's sleepover with Geoff, Geoff would drive Nick into the cty and Nick would hang out with me until my work. I was excited.

So the next thing that happens is that Kirsten wants in on the fun in Russel and asks her dad if she can sleepover and in a stunning display of Kirsten's dad being so unpredictable, he said yes. As did Nick's parents. So then Alex decided to join in too. Apparently I was invited at some point, but I honestly do not remember ever having been invited. Because I would have said yes.

So I hung out a bit with Nick after my exam yesterday, we finalized our plans for the real hanging out to be done the next day. He went to write his exams and then have the party I wasn't in on. I called that evening and they were having too much fun to talk to me, which felt great. Today, after my class was done, I called Nick to see where he was at. Here is our conversation.

Me: Hello?
Kirsten: Hey Evey it's Kirsten. Oh... man... we just woke up... here, I'll pass the phone to Nick so you can talk to him.
Nick: Hi?
Background: *laughter and sounds of making breakfast*
Evey: So... what's happenning?
Nick: We just woke up... so...
Evey: I finished my class and you're still in Russel, so I guess I'll go home and we'll meet up later?
Nick: Um... I think the consensus is everyone wants to hang out here and play Starcraft and cards and stuff...
Evey: So, I don't get to see you today?
Nick: I don't think so, no.
Evey: Great.
Nick: I'm sorry, I promise we'll hang out soon.
Evey: When? You know there's no time we can.
Nick: Yeah... I'm really sorry.
Evey: Your loss.
Nick: I know.
Evey: No. Really, really, your loss.

There's more to this story but this blog is a little public to tell it right now. If you want full details, add me on msn. Or AIM. Or whatever.

So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your wings.

"There's a tear in the fabric, of your favourite dress/ and I'm stealing glances."

I was just on CBC1's Ontatrio today talking about how people should have their own common sense instead of having it legislated by government, which does very little, especially with teenagers. The real reason I was on is that I tried to get on the gardening phone-in for help with my bonsai tree, but I didn't get through and I felt like arguing with Rita Celli about something.

So, I'm learning to drive now! I'm very excited. While I don't like how people drive everywhere (except at 7am when I just really don't want to bus to school in the dark. Or when it's cold.), and I know the state of our ozone sucks... but nothing beats sitting in the driver's seat with your mom beside you, gripping the seat every time you go over 20 (km/h, for you Americans). What a perfect metaphor for teenage-dom.

On Friday, I saw Russel Nick briefly when we had biology exams at the same time. We chatted, and then talked about how we should both be going -- I, to work, as usual, and he said he needed to go to Mike's (Yes, THE Mike) house to drop off Mike's calculator which Nick had borrowed. I, being the, kind and generous soul that I am, pointed out that I was about to go to work where Mike also works, and why shouldn't I take it to him and save Nick the trip? So that's what we did.

If only I had remembered I had Mike's calculator. If only I have been thirsty, or bored, and had needed to retrieve my water bottle or book from my backpack while at work. If only I had kept my mouth shut. Unfortunately, none of these situations are what happenned. Instead, I totally forgot I had Mike's calculator and I went home without completing my promised task.

So, on Sunday, Nick signs on to msn and angrily reminds me that I was supposed to give Mike his calculator and I forgot. I was doing him a favour, he could have been a little nicer to me. But I had forgotten, and in my haste to correct my mistake, I imed Mike, who was also online, and told him I'd be over in 15 minutes to return the calculator. He told me which house he was at, and I left.

Since I had given him such ample warning, I was somewhat perplexed when I rang the doorbell and saw him approaching through the warped glass and I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. Yes, big deal, blah blah, I understand. But Mike and I had conversations about many things while we were dating, and even after we broke up, and there are two things he knows very well that apply to this situation.
1) Despite his slightly on the emaciated side of things appearance, I still find him very attractive without a shirt on.
2) I'm having a much harder time getting over our relationship than he is. Had. Whatever.

So I was feeling kind of like the porch was rolling under my feet when he openned the door. I handed him the calculator and he said thanks. And all I could do was give him a thumbs up, turn around and walk away in what I hope was a dignified way. But I probably looked like my legs were jelly-like. Which they were. I can't believe how lame I can be. Or how much seeing him once, for 10 seconds, without his shirt on made me think of many, many things and made me really, really want to find someone -- anyone -- and make out with them. Preferably in front of Mike, to show him how over him I am. Maybe I'll take my shirt off.

Think it will work?



So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your wings.