Rewind a few pages back.

Just when my mind was clear, clearer than it's even been, you decided to pick up the phone and blur my vision again.

it's always like you to mess with my heart. leave it alone.
it's always like you to feed off my weaknesses. let me be.

i don't want to read your book again.

stars said it best- "i'm not sorry i met you, i'm not sorry it's over, i'm not sorry there's nothing to say, i'm not sorry there's nothing to save..."

the day off.

time passed
slow then fast
a day for me
like a zig zag
it was

forced plans
dragged me out
a sheltered hermit
soaking in celebrity gossip
a day off with nothing
too many 'rays' i said

didn't expect to find you
but i stuck around
it's always a pleasure
you made me laugh, like you always did
i always wonder about you
you never left that place in my heart
shy
i was

wish i could
roll off my tongue
so much
weird how it all just comes back
where we were
where we are now
the world is full of magic

i know you better than any girl
but that could go for a few out there
i've changed into a person i love
someone who is complete
someone who is confident
someone who is seeking companionship
now's the time

Tuesday it is.

tonight, times two.

Finally. I've been wanting to finish this song for quite a while now. It's done... and it's even recorded! Check it out, once I know how to put an mp3 link up here, I'll let you hear it too. Time to turn the page and close the book. What better way to do it, than a song?

TONIGHT.

I sat in the sand-extended my hand
But yours was not there to hold.

I watched the sky light up and smiled, oh I smiled
But your face was not around.

I closed my eyes and wondered
Where is he tonight? Where are you tonight?
I closed my eyes to start over new
But all I could picture was you.

Something funny happened to me, today
But you’re not the first person I called.

Something came over me in the afternoon
That what we had is now long gone.

The times are changing and I feel like
I should run away, I should run away.
The days go by so slowly, so slow.
But my last tear was days ago.

I dreamt of a new beginning
You tried to sneak in from a far.

I looked around to try and spot you.
Lifted my guard up and you were gone.

I closed my eyes and wondered
Where is he tonight? Where are you tonight?
I closed my eyes to start over new
But all I could picture was you.

canadian idol.

I had a dream last night that me and hundreds of other people were on our way to some sort of an exhibit. We were walking through my local grocery store to get to it. I don't know why we were talking about Mike Myers, but we were and some stranger came up to me and said 'you might want to go tell that to his face' as he pointed over towards the idol himself.

I almost ran up to him, said hello and tried to shake his hand... right there in the produce section. Then all of a sudden every body realized it was him and I got lost in the crowd.

I don't know why I'm writing about this, it just seemed hilarious when I woke up... something about the environment. Maybe it's time I watch Austin Powers for the 600th time?

it's so hot that...

... cold showers become breakfast, lunch and dinner.
... sheets no longer exist.
... clothes no longer exist.
... conversations are held to a minimum of 5 minutes.
... conversations revolve around how hot it is.
... the bathroom floor IS a great idea.
... une debarbouilette fraiche sur le visage, ca fait du bien!
... stealing fans from the roomates becomes a crime.
... standing in front of the opened freezer door = hang out of choice.
... i could build a wig with the amount of hair that phoebe is shedding.
... home = sauna.
... i'm sticking my feet in a bucket of cold water as you read.

Here's just an added bonus. While some of you might be just as hot, or cooling off in a nicely air-conditioned house somewhere, maybe even swimming in a neighboors pool... think of me.

IN FULL COSTUME AND MAKE-UP.

Booyah.

... i desperately asked my parents to fork over some emergency money to buy an air conditioner.

Double booyah. Now that's extreme.

Oh the wonder...

I <3 my job. I love it so much that I will say it again, for pleasure. Be it my own, or yours. I'm very glad I landed this gig. There's more exposure than that of a 16 year-olds' under-dressed body.

Today, I found a prop in my box. It made things much more entertaining. Scaring people with a cheap plastic horn equaled hours of endless laughter.

One question still boggles my mind. Why do parents say thank you after I've scared their kids, or amused them in any way? It doesn't seem like the appropriate thing to say. And it's as though they hide it from them too. A big 'THANK YOU' is mimed on their lips, like they were the ones that cleverly planned this 'surprise'... and it worked! Either way, I am thanked daily for making young ones smile.

Could I ask for a better job? Not now, if I didn't have this, I'd probably still be writing sad, sad poetry.