matières sensuelles et sans suite/ l'enfance est plus sympathique

It's a weird time.
Another weekend of randomness.
Sometimes I think my skin has gotten a little too thick. Nothing seems to bother
me; even the most irritating-to-jen things that hypothetically, I'd expect to make me freak right out, just don't. But this is probably a good thing. You know, Shakespeare analogies are pretty cool.

My Learesque wheel of fortune seems to be stuck on neutral. I'm not used to
neutrality. Aaron Spelling! Damn you! I've always attested that as a child I
watched and listened to whatever I wanted, and HEY! I turned out fine, just
fine. But as of the past few months, I've determinded that aaron spelling
dramas subconsiously socialized me into thinking that the stasis of my life,
aka drama dial stuck on melrose place-esque HIGH (danger) is completely normal.
and sexy. and fun. and cool. I'm learning otherwise. But I digress.

It's times like this when I listen to that damn psychic tape. And end up feeling
totally Macbeth'd.

But, every major dissapointment in my life has eventually proved itself so awesome. So, I'm just waiting for the eventual turnaround on certain disappointments.

This weather is certainly not helping. Walking to work this morning, I was listening
Cybele's Reverie (french Stereolab) and found myself missing Montreal
incredibly. I've resolved to brush up on my french, in case this urge
continues, so I can up and return whenever I want. But this wouldn't happen
anytime too soon- I have a sweet job and an awesome band. I think that yet
again my patience is waning. We haven't played in awhile (my choice mostly), which is probably a good thing, considering our last show consisted of jentime anger burn-out. Evidenc: Oh, this is funny (for you kelkel, it's just like being there):

http://swordfight.org/video/swordfight-hotshotrobot.mov

Philip posted this video on his swordfight thingy. This was our last show, back in April,when A/V came to play with us and we surprised him with a cover. It was one of the those 'complicated nights' (all water under the bridge now, but, at the time, not so much). Jen was mad. Jen was sooo mad. One hour before the show I decided I wasn’t going to play and parked it on andrew’s couch. They pretty much had to drag me there. We played this song last (*note 2 whiskeys drank during set) and I’d like to point out how Andrew is laughing behind me about how drunk and angry I am the whole time. I'm pretty much just screaming out of control. Sean chimed in at the end to attempt to save some sort of melodic coherence of the song.

All that being said, these feelings are just transitory, a likely case of the
mondays or what have you. So, dear readers, please never feel sorry for me. I so
have plenty of sweet little secrets that I don't mention...

Moving on:

This weekend was marked by:

BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR MS. JULIA
Great fun. Cake fights balloon fights and general hilarity ensued. Deon wrote an
amazingly modern (suprise!) piano composition on amy's staff paper. I was quite
impressed by his theory and notation, I must say! I played hostess and even
managed to light candles on the cake without burning anything down. And even cleaned up some barf! Not my own, btw.
Domesticity! Check it!

WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!
Quote of the morning, saturday. oops. I woke up on my pullout couch.

ATTACK MODE
New favorite newly discovered to me band in Halifax.

MARK STANCE
and his vehement attempt to avoid kareoke but giving in to steal the show.

RETARDED MOUSE
I need an emergency cat visit, for any of you willing to offer. The mouse has
reappeared after a long hiatus and is walking around like he owns the damn
place. A slow mouse is more terrufying than a speedy one. It's just not right.I was going to get a kitty, but have resolved that I'd be a bad mommy since I'm never home. He has continued to defy me by eating the bait out of the traps and must be stopped.

l'enfance est plus authentique
le jardin au haut portique
la maison la maison d'autrefois
la maison la maison à venir
et le silence
me pénétrera