Friday, July 23, 2004

I have briefly returned. Thursday morning, we got up and drove out to New York for the Six Flags Darien Lake concert. We got there early to go to the park, of course. I finally got to go on the Superman, as well as several of the other rides. That was great. Apparently Josh, Mindi, and Zach were on the Viper, and a couple of the girls saw him and it was all cute and stuff.

Met a bunch of Grobanites beforehand. Tracy and Stacey were fun to see again. Met Irene and Ira from Toronto. Hadn't met them before, but they were really nice. Saw Lisa from Tanglewood, and Tami from Toronto, of course. It was marvelous to see them. I think Tracy and Stacey are coming to the Greek Theatre on September 10 and 11. Hooray! :)

So we went to stay at the Comfort Inn, where Paul had reserved two rooms. However, they screwed up and only reserved one. So they gave us the executive somethingorother, and my mom, Melonie and I got a jacuzzi! We had a can of Fri-Chik, but no can-opener. Repeated throwing on the ground of the can only resulted in a warped piece of tin that, in the end, still entombed the Fri-Chik. Ah well. So instead we ate cheese strings, blueberries, and roasted soy beans. Which was all we had. I swear. Then Melonie and I watched some dumb movie on TV, filled with American post-post-emancipation strife. Fantastic. I fell asleep partway through. But maybe that was because it was 4am, and I was really comfortable in that king bed.

So anyways, we got up and left by 11am. By 5pm, we'd traveled about 35km. That's what happens when you travel with women who want to stop at the Cracker Barrel and eat grits, the mall to buy a can-opener and assorted jewelry, the Olive Garden to eat more eggplant...

Finally we got to the Falls. The Niagara ones. Yes, for the zillionth time, I've gotten to watch water fall over the same really big rock. Incredible. And so, Melonie and I stationed ourselves in front of the falls, near the band, and as close as possible to the crossing guard. Heh heh heh... Soon, an Irish guy and his older relatives came and stood by us (we had prime real estate there, I tell ya). Listening to them talk strengthened my resolve to finish my English and History major, and move to Ireland. Ah, the Irish... Soon it got dark, and the lights came on, and the water falling over the big cliff started looking alternately like Pepto Bismol, urine, milk, liquified Barney, chlorinated water... Oh yes, coloured lights. Fancy, eh? Just as we were leaving, they had fireworks. They were really close by, so they were quite amazing to watch. Of course, in my mind, a fireworks display equates to a perfect opportunity for terrorism. But maybe that's just excessive worry. Clearly, I'm home now, very tired, and about to leave for Kingston in the morning.

Some guy, talking to his daughter: See those little tiny falls over there? They're the American ones. And those really big, beautiful falls over there on the other side are the Canadian ones.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Interlochen. Interlochen, Michigan. If I'd known it existed, and/or cared, this is the summer camp I would have loved to go to. (Hmmm...) With tiny cabins housing grand pianos for practice, and a lake full of baby piranhas, who wouldn't enjoy it?

Well, I did.

And of course, the presence of Josh Groban helped that emotion along.

The trip there was long, but I got a lot of reading done. And Paul enlightened us on the philosophy of the truck, part of which states: Men only drive small trucks because they don't have money for big trucks.

Rather remarkably, Josh sang an alternate version of Canto Alla Vita, playing synth at the beginning, singing in the middle, and playing a full-out drum solo at the end. It was amazing. Of course, he did his usual piano-playing for Remember When It Rained, my favourite song from Closer. It was a wonderful concert. As usual, Lucia's parts of the show were beautiful, and the band was incredible.

Josh clearly had a great time, playing for the Interlochen campers that he used to be one of. Mindi Abair opened for him, and I was very impressed with her. Apparently it's possible to be a rockstar with a saxophone. Who knew?

I talked to Zach (marvelous man that he is), Tim (whom I'd never talked to before, but who was far nicer than I'd expected), and Eric, and said hi to Tariq.

And I did somehow end up down at the beach with the bass player. ;) Ah, a grand night it was indeed.

It's like I was stuck
In this amusement park
And I am less amused all the time
It's like I played all the games
And went on all the silly rides
Feel like I went up too high
I was spun round too many times
'Cause I can't help feeling sick
And tired

- Martina Sorbara, "Call Wolf" from The Cure for Bad Deeds

We met my uncle Allan, my aunt Heidi, and my cousins, AJ and Andrew, in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and ate at the Olive Garden with them. And of course, we "Joshed" our waiter. Hey, he asked. ;) We followed that with a trip to a Cost Plus World Market. Oh, how I swoon for thee, World Market. Then, to avoid traffic, we detoured to the local mall, where I bought nothing. (Congratulate me!) My aunt said that some guy was checking me out. But what made this particularly remarkable was that he was wearing a wife-beater. Not remarkable, you say? Well, I never can think well of a man in a wife-beater or a silk shirt.

I finished Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis and The Wish List by Eoin Colfer on the way back. The first was profound and beautifully tragic. The second was, of course, brilliant and filled with witty, cutting dialogue. Then I began The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom. Someday, I hope that I can write things that touch people, that mean something...things sharp enough to cut away the veil that separates so many of us from peace and contentment.

The torturous and slow process of personal growth is taking me over. I can feel it, constantly, like an ache that won't leave...it's draining, it's fulfilling...it's real, and I hope that it never ends.

I am not
Going to be
Like I was
I am
Changed
I am
Saved

- Jann Arden, "Saved" from Happy?

Monday, July 19, 2004

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
- Djuna Barnes

I need to stop letting my dreams affect me so much during my waking hours. Emotions experienced in dreams should stay there.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Well, I drove partway to the cottage. It was lovely. I love it up north. (I totally forgot to take my digital camera. I was so angry at myself when I discovered that.) I must move to northern Quebec or Ontario. I figure that if I present it the right way, Canada will pay for my cottage up there so I can write stories with Canadian themes. ;)

The cottage inhabitants: Gis and Prascilla, my uncle Jere, Tim, and my grandparents. My mom, Paul, Melonie and I were the ones who arrived.

I got up there, sat for a while and read until we ate. We had shish kebabs that Gis grilled. Mmmm... Quite delicious, I must say. Then we went out on the pontoon boat. We went to the cliffs and a bunch of us went swimming and cliff-jumping. Gis and my uncle discovered wild blueberries, so Melonie picked a bag full that Tim put into pancakes this morning. I went fishing off the boat at the cliffs, but didn't catch anything, unfortunately. My uncle brought the tubes, and a bunch of us tubed behind his new boat. This boat is awesome. It's a 150 (his old one was a 200), but it's much lighter. He had it up to 70km/h, which was awesome! (I rode in that boat later on. The wind in my hair...ahhh...haha.)

Then we came back, and I fished (again unsuccessfully...this must be a bad year for fish...I'll have to go out in the rowboat at 5am one of these weekends and hope to catch something) off the dock. Gis grilled some hotdogs and burgers for supper, and then my grandpa lit a fire. We sat there for a while, talking. Then we had s'mores! Prascilla made them, and they were very delicious. It was quite nice of her to make them for everyone, too. Melonie gave Tim and I some firecrackers and we shot some off the dock and into the water (which is always fun, since they explode underwater, obviously), until a few resurfaced before exploding, and made noise after "all quiet on the lake" time, and we had to stop. My grandparents, my uncle, and Gis and Prascilla sat by the fire for a long time, talking, which was interesting to listen to. Tim and I sat on the pontoon boat seats and looked at the stars. The sky was perfectly clear. I saw eight shooting stars! Across the bay, behind the treeline, you could see lightning, too.

Anyways, when we finally got back to driving home, early this morning, I swear I saw a sloth on the road. I mean, I know we don't technically have sloths here... But that was a sloth. Either that or a large white fuzzy footstool. I almost hit a couple of skunks. But I saved us, thanks to my lightning-quick reflexes (demonstrated also when I missed the turn into Tim Horton's, and just made an incredibly illegal u-turn back...hey, there were no other cars, and I'm sure the police in the police station next to the Tim Horton's were all too busy eating their doughnuts to notice anyways). :)

So then I came home and slept, having been up for almost two days without much sleep at all. I went outside a bit ago, and picked some (slightly deformed) raspberries from the bushes by the shed, and just enjoyed hearing the thunder. I took some pictures of the sky, and found my cat. She didn't look happy, what with the bandage on her shaved ear. Heh heh heh... Now she looks really stupid. :D At the moment, there is lasagna baking in the oven, and I've listened to my new country CD that I made twice today. In other words, I'm well-rested, I had a great time at the cottage (Gis and Prascilla were fun!), and I'm in a wonderful mood. All that and I'm taking the week off Woodwork to go see Josh in New York and Michigan. Could life be better? :)

(Shhh...Diana, don't tempt Fate.)
I learned then how one can hate those one loves.
- C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

Why are there so many emotions in life that one must fight tooth and nail?
You know how when you're listening to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway... then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again you're still in exact same time with it. That's what it's like.
- Jude Law describing love, from Music From Another Room

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Today, I cleaned more of the house at once than I ever have before. And in addition, semi-installed a new light fixture in the entryway, put in a new doorbell, mowed all of our ridiculous large lawn (something really should be done about that), cleaned the interior of the Acura, and ate very little. Why, you may ask? The answer is that I didn't have time.

However, I did acquire more Aveda Phomollient, a case for my digital camera (whew!), and a new DVD that I love and adore.

As usual, the entire house is meticulously clean. Except for my bedroom. This is where we put the odds and ends now, because it doesn't matter anymore. We just close the door.

It's 3:20am, and I have to be alert so that I can drive three sleeping adults and a teenager safely up to the cottage tomorrow. And so I retire.

Friday, July 16, 2004

And tickets for the Greek Theatre rumoured DVD-taping are mine, all mine!

Bow to my quick fingers, sluggards!

That's it! I'm brilliant! I've figured it out! I know what I need! And it's been so obvious all along!

A silver, jewel-encrusted exoskeleton!
True to my nature, I purchased another book when I still have a zillion to read and am currently in the process of reading others. The Wish List by Eoin Colfer. What else? I'm really on a roll with my Summer of Reading. It's fantastic.

I'm happy. My herbs are growing, I'm inundated with literature, I'm never bored, friends call me up all the time, I've been watching movies, catching up on my country music... Of course, I'm happiest surrounded by plants and art. :)

 
La vie est belle enfin...et je m'aime encore.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Now I shall pose a question that I delight in frequently asking those of you who know me well:

Don't you find yourself strangely attracted to Snape?

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

And so I shall take my Eulalia and plunge into Till We Have Faces. Oh the wonderful world of literature. How I'd missed thee for these nine months past.
Another Redwall adventure has drawn to an highly satisfactory close. I shall be seeing the world through a haze of red sandstone dust for the next few days. Thinking in molespeech, eating like a hare, and harrassing my elders like a Dibbun. I dearly hope that Brian Jacques outlives me. I know not what I would do without Redwall. Not a jolly ol' thing, wot wot?!

And so I charge into the next chapter of my life with a resounding

Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Let's give 'em blood 'n vinegar, chaps!

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Where did my good dreams go? Why am I not trying to be a fighter pilot anymore? Sigh. Life has apparently already done it's damage...
And Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'

'Te somnia nostra reducunt.'

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream-a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as 'twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play'd a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath'd with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air-a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
House of Sand and Fog. If you want drama, it's the film to see. Human nature is so innately despicable that even with the best of intentions, people can make really stupid choices that have devastating consequences for themselves and others. Watching the relational and psychological undercurrents in that movie gave me insight, and knocked any optimism I may still retain down another notch.
Mmmm...my father just brought me pizza. Wonderful man, he is.

Finished Artemis Fowl. Fantastic book, really. Everyone should read it. It's very Terry Pratchett-like. Now it's back to Taggerung...

Here's a song:


Whiskey Lullaby
by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her 'til I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind,
Until the night.

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
- Tim Webber

Monday, July 12, 2004

Bulletproof
by Blue Rodeo

Tell me one more time again just like I didn't hear you
Like I don't know what's going through your mind, I do
I play the same game too
I know it's hard to stop
Even when you want to

Now the moon lights up your face and I can see you're crying
You never liked me to see you cry, it's true
I've done some crying too
You know, the hardest part about it
Is trying to hide it from you

It would be great to be so strong
I never needed anybody's help to get along
But we're so scared of the silence and the tricks that we use
O, we're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to lie about it, I'm not bulletproof

Well I finally found the way to hide from all your glances
Til the waiting game we play is through
I can, but what's the use
When all I really want to do is hide out with you?

It would be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody's help to get along
We're so scared of the silence and the language that we use
Yeah we're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't wanna kid about it, I'm not bulletproof

Tell me one more time again I guess I didn't hear you
And I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside
I tried the same thing too
But they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you

It would be great to be so strong
You never needed anybody else's help to carry on
But I'm not waking up each morning with forgiveness I can use
No I'm careless and I'm cruel, but I'm still easily bruised
But I'm so tired of lying about it, I'm not bulletproof
No, and I'm not going to lie about it, I'm not bulletproof
Tequila Sunrise
by The Eagles

It's another tequila sunrise
Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, they said goodbye
He was just a hired hand
Workin' on a dream he planned to try
The days go by

Ev'ry night when the sun goes down
Just another lonely boy in town
And she's out runnin' 'round

She wasn't just another woman
And I couldn't keep from comin' on
It's been so long
Oh, and it's a hollow feelin' when
It comes down to bein' friends
It never ends

Take another shot of courage
Wonder why the right words never come
You just get numb
It's another tequila sunrise, this old world
still looks the same,
Another frame...
And while eating lots and lots of vegetables that my marvelous Aunt Melonie made for me, I watched Something's Gotta Give. It was quite good, and I found a ton to identify with in it. I just think she made the wrong choice in the end. LOL
I just finished watching O Brother, Where Art Thou. Tried to watch it a long time ago, but my grandparents were there, and they didn't like it. I'm glad I finally got to see it. It's fantastic!
Sunday...the glorious day of Andy. Also the day I started feeling really sick, but mostly the glorious day of Andy. My aunt called to wake me up, and we drove off to Mississauga. Before we went to Andy, however, we had time, so we went to get Booster Juice (kind of like a Jamba Juice) and subs. Andy was, of course, as glorious as ever, if not more so. He was extra nice to me, because I was sick. I even got a hug out of the deal. Heh heh heh... That was nice. :D He gave me advice on men, which was basically: They're all really stupid. You have to find one that's trainable, but with a mind of his own, which is difficult. And he also advised me to use sex as a reward when I'm married. Haha. Gotta love the man. And I do. I normally find tattoos unattractive on guys, but his don't bother me. And he works out. ;)

I've always said that if I were to be able to choose one person on the face of this planet to have a wild, passionate, forbidden affair with, it would, of course, be Andy.

Well anyways, Melonie didn't have time to take me home before working the nightshift, so we went to Starbucks and Chapters first. I got a new book, because I'd stupidly forgotten to bring one along. So I spent the night with her at the hospital! (She works in the nursery.) I watched Legally Blonde 2, which was rather stupid, but entertaining nonetheless. And I read some of my marvelous new book. I ate cream of mushroom soup, Mr. Noodles, and cookies, and I got to have blankets that had been in the warmer for babies. Heehee. There were no babies in the nursery when we got there, but late at night a woman gave birth, so Melonie had to go be there to take the baby after it was born. I slept in scrubs in a hospital bed. On the whole, it was rather nice. Perhaps I should reconsider, and go to Southern to be a nurse.

Today I basically just slept, read, and ate some. Melonie is looking after me, thank goodness. But I still feel like hell.

Melonie also drained Fluffy's ear again. This time she used the stickier tape instead of the silk tape, and left the catheter in. She also bought a cone for Fluffy's head. Poor Fluffy. But maybe this will help more. Apparently she had like 7mL of blood to drain out this morning. Sigh. I don't know what to do with this cat.

Anyways, I'm dying of heat, and I feel horrible, so I must go and lay back down and concentrate enough so my head doesn't explode.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Unbearably silly song, but I like the chorus, and the way it's sungerified. Um, I mean, sung.

I Melt
by Rascal Flatts

When you light those candles
Up there on that mantle, setting the mood
Well, I just lie there staring
Silently preparing to love on you
Well, I can feel the heat from across the room
Ain't it wild what a little flame can make you wanna do

I melt every time you look at me that way
It never fails, anytime, any place
This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt
I melt

Don't know how you do it
I love the way I lose it, every time
What's even better
Is knowing that forever you're all mine
The closer you get, the more my body aches
One little stare from you is all it takes

I melt every time you look at me that way
It never fails, anytime, any place
This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt
I melt

I melt every time you look at me that way
It never fails, anytime, any place
This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt
I melt

Every time you look at me that way
I melt, I melt
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
- Thomas Wolfe

Saturday, July 10, 2004

My mom and I painted things. We're the do-it-yourself women of the WORLD! Hooray for awesome us.

On Friday I went to see Foreseen Dilemma at The Dungeon with Monica, Matt, and Jordan. That was entertaining, on many levels. And I managed to get a Foreseen Dilemma sticker. Don't ask me what I had to do to get it. ;) Haha. Got to talk to Devin for a bit, which was cool. And Nathan, of course, whose sarcasm and wit never cease to amaze and entertain me. LOL Then we went to Tim Horton's. Silly Kansas and Nebraska boys. I don't think they appreciated it. Fie on them. Country bumpkins... ;) Just kidding! (Like Pam...) :D

Then I came home for a while before going over to the Sittlingers'. Their parents are gone, so it was Ian, George, Josh and I. We were...amusing. LOL They wanted to watch Bad Santa, and let me just tell you now...it's STUPID! But hey, I had fun anyways. I tried to convince them all to come to La Sierra...but I don't think it worked. No one ever wants to come to LSU. It's sad. I need more than Rogelio and the occasional email from Nathan Longoria of San Jose! (Not that I don't deeply love and appreciate them both, but...) :) Maybe Ian will come. That would be fantastic, since we've been engaged for several years now. Haha. Well, then I came home at 3am or so, and my mom wanted me to stay up with her until she left for the airport at 5am. So I went to sleep then and woke up at 9:30 to go to camp meeting. I didn't actually even go to the meeting. It was just Doug Batchelor, and I'm not a big fan of him anyways. So I just talked to friends instead. Later, I came back for my new pastor's ordination "party". He's a nice guy, and I think he'll be good for our church. I need to hear him speak more in order to formulate a real opinion, but from what I've seen of him, he's pretty cool. Then went back to my dad's for a bit, and then returned to camp meeting so Pam could pack up her information booth. LOL Ended up talking to Joe, Rajiv, Jana, Tim, Robbie, Andy, and Adrian. Again advertised LSU. No takers. Ah well. You win some, you lose some, eh?

And then it was off to Dairy Queen with my dad and Pam, Pam's mom, and Pam's two aunts. That was fun. Now I'm home. Whew. Glad that account of my activities is over.

It's nice to have some alone time, but today was actually a great day with old friends. I'd missed them all more than I thought.

One final thought. You know the song Let's Hear It For the Boy? Well, here are the lyrics, in case you don't:


Let's Hear It For the Boy
by Deniece Williams

My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
'Cause every time he pulls me near
I just want to cheer

Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one man show
Let's hear it for the boy

My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe he sings off key
But that's all right by me
'Cause what he does, he does so well
It makes me want to yell

Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one man show
Let's hear it for the boy...


Okay, so, seriously. Let's think about this for a minute. This young man A) isn't verbally affectionate and really has nothing else of value to say either; B) dresses like a bum; C) has no money; D) has no talent. So what does he have going for him? He loves her. Or so she chooses to believe. That's great. He has male genitalia. Hooray. He managed to develop from an embryo. Congratulations. Women need to get a clue, I think, and maybe raise their standards a little.

Friday, July 09, 2004

Nobody's Girl
by Michelle Wright

She's a fallen angel
She's just flesh and bone
She's the rock of ages
She's a rollin' stone

She's nobody's girl
She walks this road alone (nobody's girl)
She calls her soul her own (nobody's girl)
She knows she's on her own in this world
She's nobody's girl

She's some kind of devil
She's some kind of saint
And if her hands are dirty
Well her spirit ain't

She's nobody's girl
She walks this road alone (nobody's girl)
She calls her soul her own (nobody's girl)
She knows she's on her own in this world
She's nobody's girl

Now if the world don't claim you
It don't own you too
She don't belong to me no, no
She don't belong to you

She's nobody's girl
She walks this road alone (nobody's girl)
She calls her soul her own (nobody's girl)
She knows she's on her own in this world
She's nobody's girl

She walks this road alone (nobody's girl)
She calls her soul her own (nobody's girl)
She knows she's on her own in this world
She's nobody's girl

(nobody's girl)
She's a fallen angel (nobody's girl)
She's just flesh and bone
She's nobody’s girl


The world is crushing the life out of me slowly...constricting...relentless, so I never can catch a breath of air. I need a reprieve, a break, an end.
Don't they say you never forget your first love?

My do I ever hope that's not true.

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Any port in a storm. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

What a night this is! :D
Again, I suggest In the Shallow End.
Lighten my darkness, Lord,
Save me in time.

- Michael English, Save Me
Why do some people cling to the absurd conviction that they want your friendship when they are clearly perfectly happy without it?
Woke up early, after going to bed late. My mom and I went over to Melonie's for coffee. We sat on the deck and talked. My mom left before I did, and I stayed for a long time after that, talking. It's good to talk to someone who understands how you feel sometimes. On my way home, I stopped to talk to my uncle, who was outside fixing Melonie's brakes. Of course, I ended up with brake dust all over my hands, and was forced to walk home looking odd, with my hands held far away from my body. Oh the difficulties of remaining clean.

More cleaning ensued. And finally, Subway. O Subway, glorious Subway, how I love thee, truly and without reserve. Well, aside from the fact that you refused to give my mother some egg on her sandwich. FIEND!
Save Me
by Michael English

The sky is full of stars tonight
But I need more than a fleeting light
To take me through the night
We've all got a song to sing
But I need more than melody
To reach me inside

Oh I've danced alone and
I've tasted many tears
Now I long to find the love that
Longs to hear

Save me, save me, I need your love to
rescue me
Save me, wont you save me
Only your love can set me free
Save me, save me
I need you to save me tonight

This world is made of yesterdays
All it gives it takes away
And leaves you in the rain
The fragile faith in what we see
Will merely be a memory
Like lightning when we turn away

Oh I've loved and lost and I've wasted
many years
Oh yeah, but now I long for
the love that longs
to reach me here

Save me, save me, I need your love to
rescue me
Save me, wont you save me
Only your love can set me free
Save me, save me
I need you to save me tonight

You are the strength, oh yeah
You are the vine
Lighten my darkness
Oh save me in time

Save me, save me, I need your love to
rescue me
Save me, wont you save me
Only your love can set me free
Save me, save me
I need you to save me tonight


Praying that God will save me...

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

I was already cynical. And now the underbelly of human nature is being exposed to me, and I don't know if I'll come out of it with any shred of hope left at all.
It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing
by Shania Twain

Hope life's been good to you
Since you've been gone
I'm doin' fine now I've finally moved on
It's not so bad I'm not that sad

I'm not surprised just how well I survived
I'm over the worst, and I feel so alive
I can't complain I'm free again

And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So, I hold my breath to forget

Don't think I'm lyin' 'round cryin' at night
There's no need to worry, I'm really all right
I've never looked back as a matter of fact

And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So, I hold my breath to forget

It only hurts when I breathe

Mmm, no, I've never looked back
as a matter fact

And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So, I hold my breath to forget

Hurts when I'm breathing
Breaks when it's beating
Die when I'm dreaming
It only hurts when I breathe
Men don't often see the consequences of messing with a woman's heart.
- K.C. Hohensee, Wisdom-Dispenser
Well, my mom and I cleaned some more today. We found her wedding dress. I tried it on. Told her that she'd better enjoy putting that veil on me, because it wasn't ever going to happen again. LOL She took pictures. Hope she enjoys them. I know she wanted grandkids, but...you know...with men the way they are these days... I'll put the pictures on my site someday soon. They're amusing. She's going to get her old wedding ring resized to fit me. It's diamonds and sapphires, and it's very pretty. Also found the old photo album from my mom and dad's wedding. It was...interesting.

I went down to the O.C. with Nikki and Monica (for you Californians, that's not Orange County, but the Oshawa Centre--a mall). I got something for my dad from Old Navy for his birthday, and got myself something from American Eagle. (Hooray!) Then Nikki came over for a while, and we talked. It was grand! Nikki's the greatest.

We further discussed the plans for our island. Our airport is going to be really small, and double as a strawberry stand, with a sign that says, "Airport/Strawberries". The fields all around the runways are going to be strawberry fields. We will only let planes land once a week, within a two-hour window. And that is because we will be the only immigration officers. That way, we can just reject people that we know personally. And we'll have a little button that we press that lights up a sign and plays a recording that says, "Access Denied". (We'll have a separate one for if any Monicas try to get in, saying, "No Monicas Allowed--Intruder Alert". And yet another for if people that we decide are allowed to live on our island try to leave. It will say, "World Access Denied".) And we're going to have our own private jets, to take us to 7-11 and stuff. (Every building will be equipped with a landing strip for our jets.) We've pretty much decided to take over Australia instead. Although that could present some logistical difficulties. We thought of sending a fake natural disaster warning...but decided it would have to be some amazing natural disaster to get a continent evacuated. Nikki thought we should set it on fire and rebuild from the ashes, but I wasn't so sure that would be a good idea. (Bermuda was brought up as a suggestion, but it's really too small.) We plan to make our money from sheet metal, so that it's inconvenient for others to carry. (Of course, we won't have to carry any, because we're Nikki and Diana.) And in the very centre of our island, we will place a huge marble monument with our Laws of Life inscribed on it in huge scripty letters.

My aunt Melonie operated on my cat! Luckily she's a nurse... She wrapped her in a towel, put her in a canvas tote bag (haha), took a syringe and drained Fluffy's ear. Then she put some sort of antibacterial something-or-other on it. In any case, it looks much better now, and Fluffy seems happier. It may have to be done again. But...whew. This is free. Thank heavens. Now my dreams of an electric guitar can be more than dreams! :)

Off-topic, I have very little faith in non-platonic love, and even less in the institution of marriage. Everywhere around me I see relationships and marriages crumbling. Usually because one person is stupid and horrible and unfeeling. But sometimes just because of circumstances. In general, it seems like a bad idea. Most relationships don't seem to work out, and if the parties involved even do stay together, many times it seems (from the outside) to be a really unhealthy relationship--where one person relies on the other to solve their problems without really dealing with them themselves, as in the following song:

Not the Doctor
by Alanis Morissette

I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor


She's right. That's totally unhealthy, and all of those things are to be avoided at all costs. Maybe we should all just be celebate and alone until the earth is consumed by fire. Seems like it might solve more problems than it causes.

One thing that sucks is when you have a terrible wound and it tries very hard to heal, and anytime it seems to be getting somewhere in the healing process, something breaks it open again, so it just keeps hurting and doesn't stop.

Yeah, that's not fun.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Brokenheartsville
by Joe Nichols

He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.
Sweet-talkin' forked tongue half a temptin' charm.
Before I turned around, that girl was gone.
All I can say is: "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."

Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.

It was long on chrome, sittin' in the lot.
An' fire engine red, that thing was hot.
He revved it up, she waved goodbye.
Well, love's gone to hell and so have I.

Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.

Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
I need to read more and write more and be more. For any girl who's ever wanted to be Jo March, you know what I'm talking about.

If I had gone to Union last year, my life would be so very different right now. I would have different friends, different priorities, different goals. I would have different issues and I would be in different situations. There are things that I know I've missed out on by going to La Sierra. People I know I've missed out on, missed chances with. But would I trade my nine months at La Sierra for nine at Union? I don't know. I simply don't know.
Last night I had mild food poisoning. It was terrible. I think it was the feta cheese that I ate. Although it said it was good until the 18th of this month, it clearly wasn't. I ate it with something else, so I didn't notice that it didn't taste right at first. So I spent most of last night writhing in pain and regurgitating. (Yes, I like to use the medical term because it's somehow less gross and more gross at the same time, which fascinates me.) It was very unpleasant.

Today, after getting back from buying Rubbermaid containers at Zellers (never go...everything's overpriced), I noticed that Fluffy's ear looked odd. I looked at it closer, and it looked all swollen. So, we got in the car and drove her over to the Oshawa Animal Clinic. For the nominal fee of $60 (ha!), they told us that it was an aural hematoma, rarely seen in cats, usually in dogs. Lucky Fluffy, lucky me. So now I get to pay another $450, for another general anesthetic and the surgery. That cat is being such a pain. She's never had any major problems before, and she's falling apart now. They say we could just leave it, but then her ear might be deformed ("cauliflower ear"...ewww...) and it would be really uncomfortable for her. So I obviously can't do that. Sigh. Once again, she'd really better appreciate this, because I so don't have the money for this...

Monday, July 05, 2004

Saturday night: Me, Sobey's, Bob, provologne, Monica, and free water from Tim Horton's. Sounds like a winning combination, doesn't it? Well it is! :)

My mom and I bought paint today. We have a lot of work to do around here...

And since I have a full bladder and very little patience, I will leave you with a song.

Desperado
by The Eagles

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now,
Oh, you're a hard one, I know that you got your reasons,
These things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy, she'll beat you if she's able.
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table,
But you only want the ones you can't get.
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger,
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home,
And freedom, oh freedom, well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone.

Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.
You're losin' all your highs and lows,
Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.
You better let somebody love you,
Let somebody love you.
You better let somebody love you,
before it's too late.
Luckily, I didn't have to use this:

O Andy, fair Andy!
Why hast thou forsaken me?
If silence is golden
Then give me copper!
For your words
And your scissors
Are worth more to me
Than any treasure.


My mom, my aunt Melonie and I have an appointment for Sunday afternoon. My life is worth living again. ;)
The following hilarious Thought brought to you by T.J. Monkey's, featuring men of comedic inclination:

Every once in a blue moon, I go out on a date. Sometimes one date will lead to others, and then I find myself in a relationship. There's nothing funny about relationships, so this Thought is about what happens when dates don't lead to a relationship...but instead I become friends with the girl I was interested in. Suhweet.

Don't get me wrong, it's great to have friends that are girls. You learn a lot. For example, I've had more than one woman with whom things didn't work out romantically tell me that I'm the kind of guy you marry.

Awesome.

So, when you're finished dating assholes you'll settle for me? Cool. I'm sold. I'll be at home watching "Sex and the City" reruns til then.

Now, flip the script for a second. If I told a woman that she was the marrying kind, how would that shake out?

SCOTT
Hey, Jen. You're cute and totally cool, but I don't want to date you in any way, shape or form. However, if years from now I'm still single and tired of dating women who aren't as marriable as you are, AKA: "hot bitches," maybe we should give things a shot. You know: picket fence, kids, minivan...the whole shebang. You'd make a great soccer mom. What do you say?

JEN
SMACK!!!

SCOTT
Ow.

So, to sum up, ladies, in the future when you're trying to compliment me on being a good guy, the right thing to say is...oh, who am i kidding? There's no right thing, but, since I'm so frickin' nice, I'll cave anyway.

Here's your damn ring...


There now, wasn't that funny? Heehee.

Sunday, July 04, 2004

It's settled. If anyone knows where a chick who would look hot in leather can get a good, used electric guitar, just let me know. And I'll pass it along. HAHA! Just kidding. That chick who would look hot in leather is ME. SO THERE! AND DON'T ARGUE!
That's it; I'm taking up the electric guitar.

I totally think it's my instrument.
So, CANADA DAY JAM 2004 at SUNNYSIDE PARK in TORONTO was TONS of fun. :) The performers, nearly all favourites of mine, were:

Paul Brandt
Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Jason McCoy
Aaron Lines
Deric Ruttan
Aaron Pritchett
Jimmy Rankin


They were all WONDERFUL. I got to meet Paul Brandt and Aaron Pritchett. I've been a fan of Paul since I saw him on Dini Petty when he was MY age. He's 28 now. That makes me feel old. But, yeah, he was SO cute in his hat when he was 19... ;) I told him how much I love the song "Convoy" on his new album. It's so awesome. He just kind of laughed and said, "It's a fun song." He signed my little Canadian flag that I got from the booth some art students had up to sell their paintings. Monica and I tried to get pictures with him, but my camera died right when we got to him! It was terrible! Paul said if I got it working, I could "tell Tony" and he'd let us back in, which was really sweet of him, since he completely didn't have to do that. I found Jess the Grobanite from Montreal (she's awesome) and she saved the day with her camera. Whew! But earlier, Monica and I met Aaron Pritchett just outside the beer garden (haha). He signed some little pamphlets we'd gotten from the CMT booth (where they also gave us beach balls and took our picture for free with a Polaroid!). And someone took our picture with him (when my camera was still working), which you can see at Diana's Odd and Senseless Pictures. He was really sweet. We said thank you, and he just sort of hugged us and said, "No, thank YOU!" It was adorable. I'm a BIG fan now! ;) And as I believe I have mentioned before, he clearly wasn't wearing a ring. I may have to stalk him. ;) Haha... Just kidding! (Like Pam...)

My mom wasn't too thrilled by the whole event. She hates country, aside from the Oak Ridge Boys and Alabama. But she sat through it for me, which was wonderful of her! Especially since it was like ten hours of country music.

It was a really fun day, and I had a great time, surrounded by happy Canadians. :) Oh how I love Canadia. :D I must live here after I'm done with school. Often, I wish I had gone to U of T or Queen's, and taken Canadian Studies. Then I could get a job with the government and "get paid to pick my nose" as my aunt Melonie so eloquently put it. ;)

When Monica and I walked down to the white bridge, some guy saw us while he was walking by and said, "Helloooo Canada!" Haha. It was hilarious. Particularly since we were both wearing maple leaf and CMT tattoos, carrying flags, had flag stickers on our back pockets, and were unwashed-looking. I guess, in the words of Aaron Lines, "you can't hide beautiful". (Bit of an inside joke there...sorry.) :)

Afterwards, there were people setting off bottle rockets. And of course they had the big fireworks over Lake Ontario. They were amazing. They always get a barge and set them off from the lake. It's so cool.

As we were leaving, people were honking (yes, in a celebratory fashion) and whatnot. And then there was this beat-up car with a bunch of guys (who'd probably been drinking...). They were holding bottle rockets out their windows and lighting them. Can you say "gas tank"? Stupid. But then one of them, in the stop-and-go traffic leaving the city, climbed out a window, grabbed a pylon, climbed back in, and held it out the window as they drove. It was incredibly odd, but very amusing for the rest of us.

On Friday I was listening to 95.3 (the station that sponsored the whole concert), and I decided to email Bob Steele and tell him how nice Paul Brandt was to Monica and I, with the whole picture-taking fiasco and whatnot. So I did. And a few minutes later, someone called in and asked how they could email Bob a picture from the event. He said to go ahead and send it to the email address on the website. So I sent him the picture of Monica and I with Aaron Pritchett. Later, he says, "We're gonna roll out some Aaron Pritchett for Diana K and all of the other Aaron fans who've been emailing me..." So that was amusing. Then later, he read my email on-air, about Paul Brandt. That was pretty cool. And then after that, he played one of Aaron's songs, "New Frontier", and said, "And that was Aaron Pritchett's New Frontier, and I'm sending that one out to Diana and Monica who've been listening from Oshawa..." So I had to call Monica up and tell her about that.

Anyways, it's been so great to be home, and spend time with my family and friends. Monica and I have had a great time. And we'll continue to, I'm certain. We endlessly amuse one another. Haha.

And now I must go look outside and see if it's too humid to plant my garden or not. (I'm doing it sooo late this year that I probably won't even have anything by the time I go back to school. Sigh. Oh well, I'll have herbs!) :)

Saturday, July 03, 2004

Take It Like a Man
by Michelle Wright

Boy meets girl it's a delicate thing
So much time spent wondering if
What you see is what you get
I keep looking for a friend and a lover
When I find one he ain't the other
Sometimes, I just want to quit
One wants a maid one needs his mother
They either want space or they want to smother me
And my poor heart needs somebody who

Can take it like a man, steady and strong
Not a lot of fuss and carrying on
True to a promise I can ride in a storm
Take it like a man who knows about love
And every little things that a girl dreams of
Someone wise enough to understand
If you want this woman's heart
Take it like a man

I met somebody the other night
Started thinking he was Mr. Right..wrong
I might have never known
If a friend hadn't brought it to my attention
He's got a wife he forgot to mention
Girl, leave that fool alone
I keep hoping and telling myself
Somewhere there's one good one left
'Cause my poor heart needs somebody who

Can take it like a man, steady and strong
Not a lot of fuss and carrying on
True to a promise I can ride in a storm
Take it like a man who knows about love
And every little things that a girl dreams of
Someone wise enough to understand
If you want this woman's heart
Take it like a man

Take it like a man, steady and strong
Not a lot of fuss and carrying on
True to a promise I can ride in a storm
Take it like a man who knows about love
And every little things that a girl dreams of
Someone wise enough to understand
If you want this woman's heart
Take it like a man
Take it like a man
Well honey if you want my heart
You gotta take it like a man
Take it like a man
We are like sheep without a shepherd,
We don't know how to be alone.
So we wander 'round this desert,
Wind up following the wrong gods home.

- The Eagles, Learn To Be Still
You should all really read this, about Harry Potter. Just in case you haven't before.
Heart of the Matter
by Don Henley

I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are those voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment and beg for something more?

I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
...people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us doesn't keep me warm

I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But everything changes and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down and hurt your pride
Better put it all behind you; life goes on
You keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside

I've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

I've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak and the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me


I adore the Eagles. I want to MARRY THEM ALL!
This afternoon, I was looking at a picture of myself when I was about five or six years old. I was struck by how happy I/she looked...how blissfully unaware. Then I found myself getting a little angry with her. She was so naive and stupid. She had no idea what pain would come her way. Then, after the anger phase was over, I just felt the desire to sit her down and somehow prepare her for what was to come. I don't know how that could be done, even if it were possible to go back in time and talk to her. But how I wish I could, somehow.
Carolyn sang this one during the concert. She has a beautiful voice.

Die of a Broken Heart
by Carolyn Dawn Johnson

I keep having these disturbing dreams:
My final days, the end of me.
For some odd reason, I get one last wish,
And every time, I wish for this:

Take me fast or take me slow.
I don't really care how I go.
In the daylight or in the dark,
Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

The kind of pain that you just can't take,
Will send a strong man to his grave.
There's not a pill that can give you a rest,
Or fill that hole deep in your chest.

So, take me fast or take me slow.
I don't really care how I go.
In the daylight or in the dark,
Just don't let me die of a broken heart.
No.

(Yeah, yeah.
(Yeah, Yeah.)

I've been crushed by that hurt before.
There's no way I could take any more.
If I fell in love, and I found out it would happen again,
I'd say take me now.

And take me fast or take me slow.
I don't really care how I go.
In the daylight or in the dark,
Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

Take me fast or take me slow.
I don't really care how I go.
In the daylight or in the dark,
Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

No, don't let me die of a broken heart.

No.
An anecdote from the post-CANADA DAY JAM 2004 at SUNNYSIDE PARK in TORONTO Tim Horton's trip:

We parked along the street, rather illegally. When we came out, there was a police car behind ours. Gasp! Were they ticketing us? No! They were parking behind us so they could come in to Tim Horton's for a doughnut and a coffee.

O Canada!

Friday, July 02, 2004

There is no formula to relationships. They have to be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both parties, what they want and what they need, what they can do and what their life is like. ...Love is where you are as concerned about someone else's situation as you are about your own.
- Morrie Schwartz, Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

Everyone should read this book. Seriously. And the earlier on in their lives the better.
If you hold back on emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.

But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, 'All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment.'


- Morrie Schwartz, Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom
Updated with a few pictures from CANADA DAY JAM 2004 at SUNNYSIDE BEACH in TORONTO... (Heh heh...I love saying that. Especially as Diana Banana O'Connell, my TV reporter alter-ego. She spent a lot of time with Dakota Rose, my cowgirl alter-ego, yesterday. Lucky woman she is!)

And without further ado: DIANA'S ODD AND SENSELESS PICTURES RETURNS, EVER MORE GLORIOUSLY!
Memorable announcement from CANADA DAY JAM 2004 at SUNNYSIDE BEACH in TORONTO:

"Three children--Clarissa, Casey, and Robbie--have been separated from their parents. They are waiting in the beer garden."

O Canada, how I love thee.
Happy belated Canada Day, everyone!!

Canadian Man
by Paul Brandt

Canadian man
At your service from the land of the chill
If I can't warm you baby nobody will
A genuine Canadian man

Strong and free
That's the true north
And baby that's me
I'll salute you as long as need be
Your genuine Canadian man

Well it's hush hush while I mush mush
My dog sled made for two
It's cold outside
But ooh what a ride
To the warmth of my igloo

Warm and dry
We'll be sipping on cola and rye
Then I'll bake you an eskimo pie
Your genuine Canadian man

Well we'll ride and glide over the great divide
On my 95 skidoo
Sweet honey child it's the call of the wild
When I'm callin' you

Canadian man
That's me the ice breaker supreme
Forget your American dream
And wake up to Canadian man

And wake up to Canadian man
And wake up to Canadian man