si tu viens éclairer mon ame quand j'en ai besoin

Here is the story of the Very Awesome Weekend.

Friday night: Coffeehouse. Best coffeehouse ever. Performers were all awesome, and a fun time was had by all. Enoch came back among good-natured shouts of "You know you don't go here anymore right?" and "You graduated! Take the hint!" and performed with some others an acoustic version of Toxic by Brittany Spears with a trumpet, a backpack (read: anorexic looking) guitar and Megan Underwood who can sing SO WELL, but nobody told me. Geez Guys. Kirsten and others improved and all was well and AWESOME.
Caitlin Davies and Kirsten then slept over at my house. Kirsten does this a lot, but we had to convince Caitlin Davies because she thought my mom was scary, but she was in fact super nice. Which was good. Caitlin is currently homeless, and her alternate was sleeping on the street, so I'm glad we convinced her to come with us.

Saturday Day: Lay in bed all morning, as did Caitlin while Kirsten dashed off to volunteering. We then watched a lot of Grey's Anatomy until Caitlin took off for downtown.

Saturday Night: SAUNDERS FARM! Fun, Halloween-y themed place with fun stuff like the Barn of Terror, mazes, little things for kiddies, Haunted Hayride, etc. I went with Alex, Kirsten and Geoff, and Geoff drove. Since it was my first out with friends with a youth driver experience, my mom was way freaked and had me call her a lot, but it was ok. Except every time I talked to her, she sounded sketched out, especially when I asked if we could go hang out at Tim Horton's after. But she was good mommy and let me go.
We also saw a funny little show called "Monsters of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Squirrel, which turned out to be pretty funny. And the Haunted Hayride had some new stuff that I hadn't seen, so I got sufficiently scared and clingy (sorry Geoffy). Fun times.

Sunday: Sucks. But that's ok! Because Insight is having its preview for PPO employees and we will be back at Jack Purcell Community Centre which makes me happy. *dance*

Next weekend: SCEC! Students' Council Executive Conference! Bascially: Student Councils from all over Ottawa take over a hotel for the weekend. SO MUCH FUN. I can't wait.

The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start

So true.

So my original plan was to post about my wonderful weekend of working at Student Life Expo in Toronto all weekend, where I handed out info about safer sex and HPV from the sexualityandu.ca booth. I also semi joined in a bachelor party in a bar and saw Second City. Many good times. Fell in love with Bishops U too.

But instead I had an INCREDIBLY crappy day. Yesterday was Oct 1. That was supposed to be my one year anniversary. My phone sang to me about it. And I was very sad. Why? Because suddenly, I miss Mike again. So, so much. And he's fine. I really, really wish we could get back together. But no.

Insight is down to the crunch. We're pretty much done writing scenes, and now we need to prepare it to perform. Premier is in a couple weeks.

UPDATE

My little fragment, as you put it Erin, will be published in the Wandering Phonograph at my school! I'm excited.

I'm afraid that I'll spend the better part of next year scared that I might need you

"Sideways" by Matt Caplan. Playd Mark in Rent at one point, actually. Anyway, welcome to my life:

Lost my train of thought around Chicago
Found a little solace where you lay
Never made collages as a young child
Not that much to see So much to say

Now even in this silence there's a thunder
And rain that steals the breath beneath this cage
And at least I've got your memory to soothe me
This bitter poison ripening with age

Because everything I've ever done I've done because I love you
Silly you should ask
I'm afraid that I'll spend the better part of next year scared that I might need you
Bring me down and I'll feel again
Everything I've ever done I've done because I love you
Sideways

Lost my patience well before West Fourth Street
Found a copper coin, said "Seize the Day"And I let the angry audience surround me
Hiding as I screamed "Give o'er the play"And now even in this thunder there's a silence
A shred of comfort standing at my door
And at least I've got the sense to reconstruct you
And leave me twice as lucid as before

Chorus

And you left your mark
And you left your face in the corner of my mind three times
You left your mark
You left yourself


And at least i've got the sense to sense what's coming
And realize that good things never come to those that wait too long

Because everything I've ever done I've done because I love you
Silly you should ask
I'm afraid that I'll spend the better part of next year scared that I might need youBring me down and I'll feel again
Everything I've ever done I've done because I love you
Sideways

with a river of "yes"'s and "whatever"'s you traded me long ago

I did "Walk for Life" tonight. It's a candlelit walk to raise money to fight HIV/AIDS. I went with Insight. A few of us went to Elgin Street Diner (ESD) for dinner before, and then the walk. After the walk, Jon, Phil, Leia, Emily red, Emily purple and I hung out outside city hall, planting our candles on the stone, and burning stuff. Like ticket stubs. Not like, important things. Just playing with fire. Lots of fun.

I also did my first pilates class, and it was PAIN. I was shaking. My muscles were shaking in the poses. And I'm not supposed to be in that advanced a class or something, but my mom signed my up anyway. So that was major pain.

I hung out with Kirsten, Alex and Geoff last night, and we had fun. Watching Stargate, hanging out. I love having friends to hang out with on Friday nights.

Yesterday afternoon, a man walked into Dawson College in Montreal and started shooting. He wasn't after anyone in particular, just started shooting. This has been a HUGE DEAL in Canada. All over the news. They're doing the usual "blame the goths, blame first person shooters" stuff, but everything aside, it's scary. In Quebec, they don't have grade 12. They have a year of independant study at college. So there were 16 year old kids there. My age. It's pretty scary.
The stories are horrifying and so far one girl has died and a bunch of others are still in hospital. I don't know anyone at Dawson right now, I used to have a friend who went there, but I still send prayers to all those students who had to deal with this. As Patti said "You teens are young. You shouldn't have to deal with this kind of thing. And yet, you do."