Monday, January 05, 2004

 
It feels awkward being back in Halifax.

A lot of social interactions are like the library fees I still owed from the last time I lived here.
I thought I had gotten away with certain indiscretions, only to find out I owe big.

It's fairly trying prefacing every conversation with the mental question, "Am I still friends with this person?" What's worse though, is prefacing my conversations with the question "Does this person even find me remotely interesting?"

It's not like I just chatted on MSN and wrote on diaryland every day for the last 2 and a half years, I'm sure I've done something interesting...

"I got up, took a shower, and I ate a goat."

"The key to any great story is embellishment"

 
I sort of wish I was in a class where I knew no one. As it is all I could think about was how Mary Kuna was so tiny in grade three that she still needed the use of a car seat. To top ot pff her anecdotes about Glenn Gould's use of valium, learned while she and her boyfriend listened to Glenn Gould this past weekend, was really not that interesting, well not as interesting as my anecdote about Thomson Highway and his purple jogging pants...ok, ok it's a tie.

 
I'm paying Dal two thousand dollars and I still can't use their computers to go online and check the internet movie database to see what films Piper Laurie did after 'Carrie'.

The Banff Centre was paying me 23,000 plus a year to exchange messages like 'Laygord' or 'Mike Pelletier has no friends' with my roommate daily.

Did I make a mistake?


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