And then I said to Maybel...

I was sad to say good bye to a fabulous week spent in Kingston…a week which consisted of copious amounts of 80s music, an obscene amount of alcohol, and a sickening amount of food-- and I owe this all to Meghan, who showed me a wicked-cool time. How I miss the talks and laughs shared already.

On my birthday Meghan and I spent quite a bit of time on my, and I quote, “fucked up party mix” CD. And I must say I’m quite pleased with the outcome. The mix starts off with the B-52s and their Love Shack and ends with Hole singing Celebrity Skin, and, yes, we made this work. No, I’m not making this up; I have the disc to prove it. I think I’m going to put it on, now that I mentioned it. Yeah, the mix is just that cool to be put on just after a simple mention.

The plan was to celebrate my birthday by drinking a great amount of alcohol whilst being in the company of good people. Both Meghan and I assumed that the others would be drinking along with us, but we were wrong. Very, very wrong. We were the two who became the drunkest of the group, if not the only two drunkards. After everyone (Meghan, Lauren, Eric, Cindy, Allan, Katy, Gabrielle, Jude, Bryan, Bryan’s friend Brian) arrived at Meghan’s (yes, Meghan can arrive at Meghan’s place. Just shut up), and after Meghan and I were already good and drunk, we wandered to Shoeless Joe’s where I became even more intoxicated. Meghan too. Afterwards Meghan and I consumed poutine, courtesy of Bryan, and ended up at Meghan’s with Brian, where I sat and watched the spin room. Or the room spin. I think it was the latter, but I could be quite wrong. Yeah, anyways. Apparently Meghan and Brian had a conversation on Catholicism, where I would quip some random nonsensical shit. Or, as Meghan would put it, I sounded like crap. Meghan then put to me to bed, and there ended a great birthday. Well, it was a great birthday considering the lack of birthday sex, which I have Scott and his strep throat to thank.  

Anyways, I received some cool pins and a “dork” armband from Bryan, and Lauren gave me a blown up picture of Scott and I. I was more than pleased, obviously.

The last day spent in Kingston included trying to buy a dildo at the Sexual Health Resource Centre, which sells things at cost and hence why I wanted to acquire the dildo there, but, as luck and the lack of volunteers during the summer months would have it, they were closed. Shame, really. After this failed endeavor, Meghan and I dined at my favourite restaurant in K-Town: Stooley’s.

I finally ended up at my final destination in Kingston at Scott’s house, where Meghan and I waited in Scott’s room for Katy and her parents to take me home. The last laughs were had between Meghan and I, and I concluded Meghan had some of the worst feet when it came to odours. I never knew a smell could drive itself so far deep in my nostrils and throw a party there, where all the party-guests would then proceed to throw up everywhere, and then have the audacity to expect me to clean the mess up…yeah. Think about it.

Then stuff happens and I’m home where I find out I’m not working until August 3rd. What the fuck. I could have stayed in Kingston--that’s to say Meghan would have allowed me to continue to squat in her house--for another week. Again, what the fuck.

As soon as I’m home I realize the pit I’m living in. My mother is arguing with my brother, and then I have to turn into her safe-wall, and then my stomach knots itself up in the kind of knot that will only come undone when I’m back in Kingston. Yeah, so, needless to say I cannot wait to be back in Kingston.

God damnit I wish I could express how much fun I had in Kingston for that one week. This year is going to be a fucking blast. I’m going to be living with an awesome person. I’m going to be able to see Scott more than once a week, and I’ll be able to have sex more than once a week. Meghan and I can have a hellovalot more Goat trips. I can listen to Lauren’s radio show more often than not. The list continues.

Moving on. Claire and I went to Julia’s to watch some Sex and the City. We watched about four or five episodes, one of which I thought was absolutely hilarious. The other’s ranged from mediocre to not bad.

I also have $40 more to spend at chapters; my brothers gave me a gift certificate from the store. My mom gave me a cheque for $60 saying that there would have been more if it wasn’t for the $50 dollar phone call placed to Peterborough. Fuck, hearing Scott’s voice was worth it. I received a card from my step-grandmother containing $25. I received a card from my actual grandmother containing nothing. In all her wisdom she decided she doesn’t want to give anyone anything anymore, and sit and shit on her disgusting amounts of money. She’s the most selfish person on the face of this family’s tree. My grandmother once told my mom that she would rather see her kids suffer than help them out. What the fuck. My grandmother could easily help everyone out, but sits on her money whining about all her inconsequential woes. Fuck you and fuck your money and fuck your lack of love. You don’t make friends by hoarding away affection and love. God my grandmother from my dad’s side of the family was a true grandmother; it was the little things she did that made us feel special. She had so much love to give. When she knew we’d be staying a night at her apartment, she’d make sure to have the sweet and sugary cereals we weren’t normally allowed to consume at home. My grandmother from my mother’s side does dick all and expects us to spoil her. Yeah. Okay.

I had a semi-long conversation with Leah. I knew it wasn’t my place to say anything so I played it pretty Swedish. Apparently Scott has changed in the past couple of weeks. Apparently to her it feels like Scott doesn’t care about anyone in Peterborough anymore and is bored with the company there. This screams all to well of what Duncan said of me. Sad that this has to go on in more places than one.

I don’t know what else to write. I hoped you enjoyed another useless update high in superfluous paragraphs and with 99% crap.