That was the title of my draft when I saved it. I don’t know what the title of this post should be, so it seemed appropriate. Anyway, I was reading some past LJ entries of my friends, and the following things have come to my mind:
1. I have to go on a tour to visit London, Windsor, Cambridge, Ingersoll. I gotta catch up with people this year. Also finally visit Sudbury because I promised Jazz and Fran that I would (if not that, we still have Greece). Or I will throw a giant “Ed Is Back!1!11!1! Party” so it will bring the people to me. Or perhaps both.
2. My birthday is always a bad day as something always goes wrong. 2007: Push a van out of snow, almost get killed by crazy Quebecois drivers. 2006: Have my birthday celebrated with a bunch of gays, which was a bad idea because they were all celebrating the birthday of Britney. 2005: Celebrated birthday with Sean, Ashley, Jazz and Ray. It was quiet but a good birthday. Previous years: also quiet. The only birthdays I can remember that were really good was my 5th and my 6th. My 5th was good because it was snowman cake (sounds like a stupid reason but it makes me happy to think about that cake). My 6th was good because I got “Surprise!” yelled at me while I was wearing my Beaver’s uniform.
All of the other birthdays do not merit the same kind of warm fuzzy feeling when I look back on them. Is it because I was born 4 months early? I must have a real birthday somewhere. Maybe it’s the week before (Mascot, loads of gifts from Woodingford, etc.) or perhaps it’s just luck. I should find out my real birthday. It’s sometime in mid-March I think. Stay tuned.
3. Quebecois folks eat their pizza crusts with butter or mayonnaise.
4. (This is for my parental units) I am happy to say that my billet family never licked their plates clean. Why is this such good news? Because when I did a Quebec exchange with a late friend of mine in 2003, his family licked their plates (literally) when they had finished a meal. I was a bit frightened about my billets, afraid that they were going to do the same thing. Fortunately they did not. However, due to their Bosnian background, they have soup with every meal. They also have alcohol before noon on Sundays.
5. Walking by string soloists, duos and quartets in the subway makes me want to say, “Hey, come follow me around and play some walking music! Afterwards we can go into a studio and cut some tracks!” Then they would laugh. Really hard.
6. I need to buy and read more poetry books. When I get back to the Katima-house, I’m stealing Jess’ Spanish poetry book and loving it.
Today started off like usual. Woke up at 7:30 AM, decided to sleep in a little bit and woke up at 8ish. Got ready to go to work, caught the 18 bus to the Metro, picked up a Metro paper and read it until Viau. After reading a review on Les 3 Petits Cochons*, I really want to watch it. It looks interesting and it’s not children’s book. Walked to work, helped out a client in her apartment by putting away stuff and assisted the chef in cooking.
I helped make a simple syrup that was later used to make Crème fraîche avec des pistaches. Now I can have confidence to make it on my own. Making a syrup in the kitchen was always a no-fly-zone when I was younger. My mom is afraid of the stickiness. (The no-fly-zone stickiness reminds me of when I used to make this awesome fudge in the summertime. I wonder where the recipe went?) Also made a fantastic savoury puff pastry thing (which I took pictures of and sent to the chef), and learned how to make a natural NeoCitran (Lemon juice + Lemon zest + hot water. Duh).
After work, Éli and I went to the Priape store because I saw a leather bracelet there that I wanted to buy (I’m a company whore for them today because I’m wearing their underwear. More on that later). Jeffrey
stole received (I don’t know which. I think I gave it to him) my other leather bracelet (from Le Château) and I haven’t had anything in that style grace my wrist with its presence since. All the better excuse to buy one.
I had decided on one when the guy mentioned that there was more bracelets downstairs. Downstairs, as the bear and the sign told me, was the leather store. Éli and I sauntered down the stairs and were greeted with police pants, novelty fists and dildos and a contraption that had a toilet seat (I explained how I thought it worked to Éli. She was not amused). While we were waiting for a salesperson to show us the other bracelets, I stared at all of the hilarious paraphernalia. Who could take someone seriously when wearing this stuff? A dildo the size of a telephone pole, a shirt that says “Who’s Your Daddy?”, and chain-mail jockstrap in rainbow colored links? Come on. Then I remembered the Seminar of Sex by Ali and I realized that many people take this seriously, it’s just not visible to the public. Only during Pride (ba-dum-shink). I saw a bracelet that looked kind of interesting, but it turned out that it was attached to another bracelet, which meant that it was a code for others that I didn’t want to send off (wonder what white means anyway… virgin?)
We walked back upstairs, I bought the bracelet I wanted and we went to the Katima-house so Éli could pick up a paper. Then I went home, reheated leftovers, and started writing this blog. I’m really enjoying blog writing again. It’s probably because I have the time and the continual access to the computer here, unlike in the Katima-house.
My parental unit #1 (Mom-bot) just called, so I’m going to call her back. That ends the adventures of Ed and Éli for today. Stay tuned tomorrow when I work two jobs: Radisson Centre AND Propulsion. What WILL happen to the blog as I return to the Katima-house? Will it collect virtual dust (or moutons as the French call them. Dust sheep = Dust bunnies?) once again or will it be a billet time well spent? All this and more partial excitement coming soon!
* P.S. I have also wanted to see Shortbus for the longest time. Ever since I read about it in NOW Magazine. There’s actually quite a few movies I want to see, but that will have to wait for another post.