My first quest

My first quest in Katimavik, or goal if you will, was to never have to make bread. I had read before going into the program that House Managers were required to make bread for the group.

I've never really been much of a bread eater. Of course, I eat it, but I don't notice it if I don't have it. I've met countless number of people who need their buns with their spaghetti. Most people in my group were like that.

I was house manager for a total of eight times - that's eight whole weeks - in my Katimacareer. Not once did I ever make a loaf of bread.

A couple times I think A.G. and B.V. made me knead the bread they were preparing, but nothing more.

Of course, a fair share of the group called me out on my lack of bread-age - saying I was selfish for not wanting to make the damn bread for the group, and that it was a really stupid and pointless "quest".

But you know what, I may be the only Katimakid to have finished the program and to have -never- made bread in this age of bread-neediness. And I'm proud of myself.

Also, you may be interested in this kneadless bread recipe I found which prompted this post, haha. I might have even succombed to it during Katimavik had I known about it.

http://boiledcorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-knead-bread.html

Edited for private reasons.

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Si tu l’as, tu l’as

And if you don't have it, you sure as hell don't have it.

Feeling a bit nostalgic these days - yeah, I miss my Katimagroup.

And it was all true - after you come back from doing 9 months of doing stuff, you feel like you're wasting away. Even just doing a goddamn house meeting is stuff compared to the lifestyle which so quickly was brought back after settling back home.

Nothing will ever come close to the 9 month lifestyle I lived. School, university? Not a chance.

Sure, nothing's -really- stopping me from going out and doing stuff, but there's no sense of urgency or responsibility for going out. And there isn't much of a sense of satisfaction out of anything I do end up doing.

I do have the Fan Expo to look forward to this weekend, that's a complete three days of wake-up, take subway to Convention Centre and spend the entire day doing really exciting stuff. Maybe that'll energize me again? Haha. If anything I can get a kick out of little midgets with tophats on bicycles.

Thinkin' of going down to see a Jazz gig by an old acquaintance of mine tonight. We'll see.

I'm also working on a certain project that might bring a smile to a few old friends as well.

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Go Leafs Go!

So, taking the TTC home from Gandhi's house provided a few seconds of entertainment as I was walking by the last part of the train that I had just exited at St. Clair West. There was this fat guy with a huge Leafs jersey on with facepaint on and a massive hat yelling at the top of his lungs "GO LEAFS GO!" in a rhythmic manner. He was at the end of the train and facing everyone in his section, and he was just there going at it, flailing his arms while chanting.

I could hear him from like halfway down the station, and I thought it was pretty funny. The people in the same section as him probably didn't find it nearly as funny after a while, haha.

Of course, considering that the hockey season was over a month or two ago made this appearance rather unlikely. Maybe I'm unaware of some announcement or something? I dunno.

Currently reading - Watership Down.

I love rabbits.

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My love, do you sleep?

Do I sleep?

Do I dream?

No and no.

For the past week or so, I haven't slept. Well, I have, but it's not real sleep - it's the fake, light kind where you're conscious that you're in your bed but you have no sense of time.

Dreams? Well, I know I get them, it's just that I don't remember them. I used to dream plenty (that is, I used to remember plenty), but now... well, I don't.

Correlation? Obviously - if I don't get into a deep sleep, I can't dream. Now, even once in a while, when I do get a deep sleep (i.e. passing out at 6 am or something), I don't remember a dream.

So, that's half my life there.

The other half? It's pretty awesome - sometimes. Last week, Gandhi came over for a small Katimagetogether. And then a coupla days after - surprise surprise - K & D arrive from over yonder for a place to stay, and we have more Katimatimes.

And then - what's this? Gandhi decides to have a bigger Katimagetogether at his house? Oh sweet, so we all show up there, along with T, M, and C for an even bigger Katimaparty aka celebration of a couple birthdays. Hella fun.

It's actually been an exciting week, and I would say the positives outweigh the not so pleasant negatives. It's a fine rollercoaster, but Anxiety Attacks are really, really not cool.

Another negative is L being... mad at me, but I don't know why, they're all jumbled reasons - and all on my birthday, too. Now I'm not going to say that birthdays veto everything, but really, since when is not giving in to peer pressure such a blasphemy? Well hey, the birthday pie is tasty at least.

19! Expensive lonely bar errands to come? Ha Ha Ha.

... Some people know me enough to know that it'll probably happen.

Anyway, happy birthdays to Augusters and I sign out.

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