"WAKE UP, GABBY"

Those are the words which woke me up from my bad slumber two mornings ago (and by morning, I mean 3:00 pm). It seems that a bunch of my buddies thought it unacceptable that I was to be found sleeping at such a time, when the sun has passed its zenith, that sort of thing. So you know what they did? They barged into my house and yelled at me. I could distinctly hear The Prom Queen's voice above all the others (hence the "WAKE UP GABBYYYY!"), but I could obviously hear others, some yelling obscenities which are sure to make anybody wake up. One of the group even had the guts to storm storm up to my bedroom whilst I was dozing and see the array of (free) horror movie posters on the wall, and the messiness of a normal teenager's room.

Truth be told, I suppose it was time I woke up, but still, they were not able to respect the fact that I had gone to sleep at 8:00 that morning, and it seemed utterly ridiculous to them that I should be sleeping while they had Rock Band set up at Devlin's house.

I guess they really needed a plastic-guitar guitarist for the band.

Fifteen minutes later, all woken up, I was at Devlin's house applying my not-so-epic Guitar Hero skillz to Rock Band's flimsy guitar on Jet's "Are you gonna be my girl?". The Prom Queen's a-singing, the Hippie's a-shreddin', and the drummer's, well, a-drummin', and we pulled off some ill "Unison Combos", which I think means that we hit the notes at the exact same time or something.

Before all you critics have anything to say about the nerdiness of playing cheap plastic instruments and trying to mimic real rockstars even though we've got nothing on them talent-wise, I'd like to refer you to the pillar of sanity that is XKCD:

And it was fun. It's even more fun when you have someone who really can't sing, like me, but luckily, I stayed on the guitar for most of the time, only stepping up as the singer for "Black Hole Sun" since I was the only one who knew the song.

Memorable quote:

"Me: Damnit! We only lasted two minutes on Foreplay!"
"KateS aka Prom Queen: Don't worry Gabby! We'll last longer this time!"
"Devlin, walking in: WTF?"

Anyone like cherries? I have to climb on top of the shed-thing in the back and pick some cherries from the cherry tree, but there's always way too much. So if you like cherries, I don't think anyone would mind if you came and gathered your own little stock, make some pies, or something. They're good cherries. Usually.

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La voie de raison

Je m'excuse, mon cher public, de m'exprimer, pour la toute première fois, en français sur mon blogue. Il y a certains d'entre vous qui seront absolument incapables de comprendre ce que j'écris. Il y a en d'autres, et je pense que vous serez la majorité, qui comprendront un peu, juste assez pour ne pas être totalement perdu. Ensuite, il y aura une ou deux personnes qui seront capables de comprendre tout ce que j'écris. Mais malheureusement, il n'y aura personne qui sera capable de comprendre ce que je veux vraiment exprimer en mes mots. Telle est la façon dont le blogue fonctionne.

Si vous êtes du premier groupe, vous êtes foutu, et ça ne sert pas à grand-chose d'essayer de continuer. Babel Fish et Google Translate seront des outils superficiels.

Si vous êtes du deuxième groupe, vous pouvez essayer de comprendre, mais je pense que vous allez vous ennuyer.

Si vous êtes du troisième groupe, peut-être que vous serez content d'avoir un peu d'air frais dans votre face.

Pourquoi est-ce que j'écris en français?
Plusieurs raisons.

Cela doit faire plusieurs années que j'ai réellement écrit quelque chose en français qui a de la qualité, et qui n'est pas juste de la merde qu'on nous dit d'écrire dans les classes de français à l'école. À vrai dire, je pense que je n'ai jamais écrit quelque chose en français de mon plein gré. Alors, voici ma chance, non?

C'est bien connu que les langues latines sont des langues expressives. C'est pour cela qu'en anglais, on les appelle les "romance languages". Donc, il est parfois plus facile, et ça fait plus de sens, pour moi, de m'exprimer en français, mais je ne le fais jamais.

Pourquoi aujourd'hui?
Je ne me sens pas très bien. Ça passe, ça passe, mais quand même, je suis rempli d'angoisse.
Mes raisons ne sont pas très évidentes. Disons qu'autour de moi, je vois de l'angoisse partout. Surtout dans mes amis, certains de mes amis, qui eux, passent des mauvais quarts d'heure chaque jour, et parfois, chaque nuit. Je ne les comprends pas très bien, mes nouveaux amis, j'ai de la misère à montrer de la compréhension avec leurs problèmes.

Et pire encore, c'est la façon dont ils agissent qui m'angoisse. L'exemple le plus évident, c'est de la façon qu'ils s'expriment à travers leurs mots, dans leur blogue, avec les conversations que j'ai à travers MSN, etc. Quand je les vois en personne, ils ont un air carrément différent, plus souvent que pas, content. Mais j'essaye de percer leurs façades, car je sais qu'ils utilisent cette technique pour se dissimuler du monde.

Le problème, c'est que moi-même, j'ai de la grande misère à m'exprimer de la façon dont je veux m'exprimer en personne. Je ne serais jamais capable de dire tout ce que j'écris maintenant en personne, je me trouve incapable de dire ce que je veux dire devant les personnes avec qui je veux le dire le plus au monde. Car je regarde leurs visages, (enfin, certains d'entre eux) et je ne suis pas capable de m'exprimer. Je me renferme.

Et cela, c'est très, très angoissant.

Ah oui, c'est aussi angoissant que je me trouve le soir sans rien à faire, et que je passe des nuits blanches à angoisser, dans mon lit, et tout seul, marchant dans la nuit.

Au revoir, je ne signe pas, car ma signature est en anglais.

From day to day, summer (vocal rendition)

Yes, my first "vocal" blog. Unfortunately, it's just a reading of my previous blog post. It's a test of sorts, to see what I can do with it.

If everything works out right, expect my next blog to be entirely vocal, probably not scripted. A step under vlogging, but a step above writing (I love writing, however, so I'm not abandoning that, that's for sure.)

From day to day, summer

You know, sometimes you just want to do something, it's not exceedingly weird, but just weird enough that people question "Why?". Well, today was no exception. It would have been weird had my plans succeeded, and had not a number of factors come in to ruin my plan. For it was almost a plan, too, I had things calculated in my mind. And I had a stopwatch.

The plan was drafted late last night with my former associate, Juzeebull. Let me tell you a little bit about Juzeebull. No, I won't be mean. Let's just say... she's not the best person for the job. Sure, I've seen people arrive thirty minutes late before, but I mean, they had alright excuses. "My cat was on fire" is not a good excuse. Oh believe me, I love Juzee's cat, it's just, that, well, he wasn't exactly on fire, or running around the house throwing up, now was he, hmm?

Anyways.

I'll give you a brief overview of the plan.

The plan was to call into action the following:
1. Meet up with Agent Juzeebull at the designated Subway Station, at 2:00 pm.
2. Explain the rest of the plan to Agent Juzeebull during the alloted transportation time.
3. Provide Agent Juzeebull with the designated materials, which consisted of a pen and a stack of blank paper.
4. Rendez-vous at "a Starbucks on Queen Street", where subjects #1 and #2 should already be present, and totally unaware of our mission.
5. Find a suitable table not too far away from the table at which subjects 1 and 2 would be seated, pay attention, study, observe, and take notes on said subjects.
6. Due to lack of disguise, it would have been an open mission, and the instructions would have been to ignore the subjects should they attempt to engage in conversation, which they most certainly would have.
7. After our recon mission would be done, the mission would be over, and any normal social interaction could proceed.

Things that went wrong with the plan:
1. Agent Juzeebull was late, which almost made the entire operation have to be aborted.
2. There are quite a few Starbucks on Queen Street.
3. The subjects were not present at any Starbucks at the designated time of 12:00 pm. In fact, we were AHEAD of the subjects. It seems that subject 1 decided to sleep in. The fact that subject 1 lives 1:47 away from my house could have also jeopardized the entire operation.
4. I insisted that it was to be a COVERT operation, and Juzeebull did everything possible to spill the beans.

So, yeah. It was a total failure. In the end, me and Juzeebull just walked around the Eaton Centre for a little while, and on the pretext of an optometrist appointment at 5:30, we parted ways. (It was another one of her little tricks, she "forgot" that her appointment was actually tomorrow.)

Maybe it wasn't a total failure. I don't know. The subjects came and visited me later on in the day. They were both totally drenched from the rainstorms that occurred throughout the day. Subject 2 insisted with fervor "DON'T LOOK AT ME!!!", which makes me question why she would even bother knocking at my door if I wasn't supposed to look at her. Tell me, was I supposed to wear a cardboard box over my head and wait as you handed me the 2112 pin (which I do appreciate, actually), and then try and talk through the box, just so I couldn't see your oh-so-ruined locks of golden hair, Sonata?

Besides, I think it serves the subjects right to be soaked from the rainstorm. I think it's a sign from the heathens that you don't mess up my beautifully crafted plans.

Oh, and the pin has this picture on it:

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