HAHAHA.. I have such bad luck.. ELEVATOR FIASCO!

It was about 7:30, I was in class, it was the break.. I thought to myself.. there's so much I need to do before Max comes over as per Monday night usual around 9:30.. clarinet, sax, call mom, astronomy quiz, read.. and I thought.. I haven't done the reading for this half of the class anyway so I might as well leave now and skip the next hour.. and I've been doing a lot skipping without much care.. but... for some reason I really felt like I shouldn't....
I thought it was an intuition about something missing something I'd need for the midterm...
That wasn't it..
But I really should have trusted my intuition

I stepped onto my apartment elevator shortly after 8:00 pm and pressed floor 5... just after the elevator passed floor 2.. it suddenly stopped.
*Oh shit*
No matter what buttons I pressed, nothing happened.
I pressed the "Help" button, as I held it down the light with the words "if this light is blinking, help is on the way" would blink.
My cell phone got absolutely no reception.

For the first half hour I was gripped with a strange claustrophobic paranoia, clutching the handrailing imagining the elevator somehow plunging to the basement like in a movie.

After that, I settled down with my book.. confident that help was on its way.

After a couple of hours, it started to get cold.. really cold.. I started to panic a little bit, actually I started to freak out a little bit... I punched the wall a couple of times and then put some BSB in my ear for comfort and sung out loud for about an hour..
I read about 150 pages in my book.. shivering, starving, really REALLY REALLY glad that I felt no urge to pee.

Around midnight I started thinking maybe I should press the alarm button.. but I didn't want to wake up the whole building.. no point if "help was on its way".. these things always take hours.. on tv anyway (yeah, I'm a moron)

By about 2 o'clock in the morning, as I started to contemplate the idea of being stuck in that elevator until morning.. I started to have another mild panic attack.. I started writing text messages for the comfort of typing "I've been stuck in this elevator for 6 hours, I want to die, I'm so cold" and I thought.. well you can see a little bit through that fan in the ceiling, the one blowing cold air at me.. I stretched my arm up as far as it could go and waited and waited while it tried to send to Max.. and.. IT SENT.. I thought it must be lying to me.. I thought.. HOPE!!! I tried sending another one more along the lines of "please help me somehow" (incase the first wasn't clear enough on that point) and tried the same message again... and it wouldn't send... and I kept trying.. and FINALLY IT SENT.. no idea whether Max was actually getting my messages.. I started crying and kicking the elevator door...

And kept kicking the elevator door.. until about an hour later.. around 3 am I heard voices... VOICES!!!!!!! I figured whoever lived on that floor right outside the elevator had heard me kicking... so I started yelling HELLO??

To cut to the end.. Max got my messages and called the fire department and they came and pried open the door and hauled me out (the elevator had stopped below the landing).. and I sobbed with relief as the firemen took my information and said consoling things like "7 hours?!?! Oh you poor thing"

I took the stairs up to my floor and called Max to let him know I was ok and to thank him for saving my ass... I'm calm now, but I half sobbed half laughed a little hysterically for about half an hour straight after my emancipation.
-I have never been so happy to see people in my entire life-

I just got a knock on my door... the man who's filling in for the superintendant apologising lol

I'm still shivering.

7 hours alone in a cold elevator..

.. fuck

Up, Down, Touch The Ground

Wow.. why is it that so often over the past handful of months there's alway some asshole making me cry while I simultaneously LAUGH at the pure ridiculousness of it. How is it that like every boyfriend I've ever had turns out to be this huge jerk that makes me feel like shit. WELL WHATEVER, I've got Max. Maybe he'll be the first exception.. there are already some huge differences in the way he treats me compared to past boyfriends.. please please please let this one be different.

ANYWAYS..
In general things are going pretty well..

Playing sax in tywo-jo makes me super excited cuz.. I've never played in a jazz band before and have never played sax in front of other musicians before lol it was kinda uncool cuz he made me play the barry part on alto so I couldn't play a lot of the notes that were too low for me.. but that's not my part permanently; Strahan was nice enough to let me take his alto parts home to look at for next week. It's kinda cool because I noticed I'm a lot more confident on clarinet after I've been playing alto, like *phew finally playing a home game again, go team*

The whole Bat Boy @ Laurier thing really didn't work out. The plan was to meet my mom at Finch and she'd drive Max and I to Markham and then we'd take the car to Waterloo... so I called around 4 pm as planned to tell her we were on our way.. and instead I get the kid who's temporarily living in our basement (his name is Greg, really nice kid) and.. to make a long story short, she had a really bad headache and locked herself in her room to sleep or something and wouldn't respond to my bro banging on her door, so I figure FINE, we'll take the bus from Finch.. so we get there.. and wait for like an hour and a half.. and the fucking bus never comes.. I considered taking a taxi all the way back to Markham.. but by that time we wouldn't have been able to make it to Waterloo in time anyway. I was REALLY REALLY disgruntled, and was all grumpy/teary at Max for the next few hours and balked at his suggestions of instead meeting his family or friends (so not in the mood for new people lol) so we ate some kinda gross stuff at some sushi place and then went back to my apartment and watched movies and ate cookies, and all was ok (YES I ATE COOKIES, I've done some major cheating this weekend but.. I needed it, I'll be straight as an arrow this week, I promise, and will run when I'm at the gym, EVERY day.) DAMN I REALLY WANTED TO SEE BAT BOY, AND SEE JODI IN IT :'(

It's been pretty good with Max, he stayed over 3 nights in a row, and I don't feel sick of him. I'm starting to trust him, and some of the doubts I had about him are starting to either resolve or stop mattering as much. I'm still a paranoid basket-case, mind you.

I haven't seen any change in myself yet really but, despite my cheating, the jeans I wore to Max Galactic on Thursday night are jeans that I haven't been able to even get up past my thighs in months! Maybe I just tried harder to get them on this time.. or maybe they were somehow loosened in the meantime.. but I prefer to see it as me having actually made progress ^_^

Oh man I'm SO behind with reading...
The week of February 12th is going to be THE WEEK FROM HELL... besides 5 performances of "Nine", there's the TYWO/TYWO-JO Le Parc concert the day after "Nine" closes AND I HAVE -3- MIDTERMS THAT WEEK!!!! And Valentine's Day.. ssshhiiiiiiiiittt.


Once again forgot what I was going to talk about but OH WELL.

P.S. After TYWO today, Helen took Jesse out for belated birthday dinner and Gideon and I tagged along.. we went to a place called King's Cafe in Kensington market.. it was REALLY REALLY REALLY good. My tastes have changed/my horzion's broadened SO much in the past year or two. At this time last year I would have wrinkled my nose at the thought of going to a sushi place, never mind a vegetarian-ASIAN place!! I get kind of excited about trying new things now. If you'd have told me at this time last year how friggin much I'd love teriyaki mushroom cutlets and soy nuggets I would have LAUGHED. Even at something like spring rolls, which I now also enjoy.
Awesomeness. Definately going back there. (Thanks Herren ^_^)

Some crazy old man smelling of drugs spoke to us and referred to us as kids "of this planet".. weeirdd.. let's get back to the mothership ASAP.

P.S.

I remembered what else I was going to say, and that was that I have officially sold my soul back to camp. They called a couple weeks ago and said they wanted me back and wanted to send me a contract, so I went along with it. I emailed later saying I'd only come back if they'd put me with an older age group, so I'm going to be working with 5.5-6.5 year olds this summer!

Also.. is there any chance that any of you could fathom accomodating me in some way as a housemate next year? I won't have a problem with living alone again if it comes to that, but it would probably have to be pretty far away from campus because I need to be paying like half of the ridiculous price I'm paying now for rent.

If you're coming to see Nine (WHICH YOU -ARE-) try not to come on the night of Saturday the 10th.. most of the pit orchestra won't be there because of the wind ensemble concert so the piano is covering all of the parts = shitty.

Roberta

Guess what, I am finally in possession of a new clarinet!!!!!!
I went to Gary Armstrong's on Saturday morning with mummy and spent over 2 hours fiddling around with new and used Buffet R13's.. and in my mom's opinion, the prices for the new ones weren't that much worse than the prices for the used ones SO... since my narrowing down resulted in one used one and one new one.. I went for the new one!!
Oh my oh my, she's ever so very shiny and beautiful and elegant!
I have named her Roberta. I'm not sure why, I kinda thought "hmm that's not quite it" but then that name kept coming to my mind so I figure I might as well go with it. Roberta sounds elegant to me, and perhaps I will call her Bertie or something for short. It's also very appropriate, I just realized, since my dad's name is Robert and it's his money that paid for her lol!
It will be a while before you see her in band though, she needs quite the breaking in and gradual increase of playing length over time before she can be played long enough to be in band.

It shocks me greatly that my parents have not asked for me to pitch in, not cheap indeed, but.. I'm not complaining!

There was something else I was going to talk about but now I've forgotten what.

You're all going to Max Galactic on Thursday night, yes? What time are you guys going and can I meet up and go with you?

Yess I'm still aalliivee

Oh dear I've been neglecting this thing haven't I? How very unlike me.

Mr. Caswell conducted TYWO on Sunday.. it was crazy.. it was grade 10 all over again.. except not. It was nice to see him, he may be a nazi but he's one of the great teachers to whom I owe my current position and ambition.

I'm playing Molly on the Shore in both TYWO and HHSB.. except I'm playing the solo part in HHSB, which means I can listen to Helen and learn from her brilliance before I ever have to play it myself! Hehe.

TYWO's doing a big band again this year for the Feb. concert.. you know why this makes me super excited? Cuz I'm gonna attempt to play my sax-a-ma-phone! I'm slightly terrified.. considering I've never played sax outside of my own home and have never played in a jazz band (and haven't actually worked too hard at sax lately..).. but I REALLY REALLY want to do this so I'm determined! The thought of doubling an instrument makes me feel so special! (Yeah yeah, I know all of you do it but I've never done it before so to me it's special lol)

Another exciting thing.. I FINALLY got a hold of my clarinet teacher earlier this week to get some advice on getting a new clarinet.. which I've been meaning to do for months now.. I was expecting her to tell me to try out a variety of different wood models but.. no.. when I asked she said "You want the R13." which makes me pretty excited because she wouldn't tell me to get an R13 if she didn't think I was ready for it. She said I might have to wait a while to find a used one.. but lo and behold Gary Armstrong has like 3 of them for sale right now, so mommy and I are going over there on Saturday to try them out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUEEE!!

I'm really not keeping up with my reading. I'm really skipping a lot of class. But, I discovered something magical called the audio book... instead of reading Pride and Prejudice for eng202 next week, I'm gonna listen to it while I'm at the gym.

Speaking of the gym, that's been going well.. it's a huge drag to make myself go every day, especially if I've got other plans, but I've been going nonetheless. I've been following the diet without much trouble too. The cravings actually haven't been too bad yet. I pity poor Max for being stuck with my boring food. Well.. Friday and Saturday night were cheats because of all the alcohol... GUYS I JUST CAN'T TURN DOWN FREE ALCOHOL!!! ... especially super sneaky shots of 'borrowed' vodka.. oh Jesse, we're badass mofos yo!!

Jesse's birthday party was fun.. I'm really glad everyone liked Max and I'm really glad that most of Jesse's cake ended up on his face so I didn't have to watch anybody eat it ^_^
The pit orchestra get together on Saturday night was pretty fun too.. watched some hilariousness, got to see Anton *yay*.. had a REALLY amusing trip home.. oh Tim.. "I feel like I look like a prostitute" hahah

Still trying really hard not to be a paranoid basket case but there's no help for it.. time, I guess.

Guess what though, now that I have a boy to drag places I get to go to Laurier to see Batboy after all!! :D

I'm getting sick. MOTHERFUCKER x 10.

New Years

Oh so much to say and so little will to tell it..
New Years actually means nothing to me and I'm really not into the whole 'resolution' bit.. and I don't actually even like saying "happy new years" because it all sounds kind of stupid to me.. I definately don't measure time by real years, I measure time by school years.. September is the "new year" to me.. yeah 2006, 2007.. I don't fuckin care, makes no difference to me.

Anyways, I went to Jeff's house and met his friends and I really like them all and we played on his Wii and played some pool and then I FLEW back to Markham and was at Jamie's house by about 11:40 pm..
Funny story.. Alex got a phone call from a girl so we locked him outside of the house.. and then midnight came and we all drank champagne and AJ and I kissed (figured I might as well kiss somebody haha) and then we noticed that we forgot to let Alex back into the house and no one heard him banging or calling their cell phones.. and he had no shirt on because it was raining and he didn't want it to get wet.. Alex missed New Years HAHAHAHHAHAH. Anyways, I felt pretty awkward at first since.. ya know.. but then Colin placed a concotion we later named the "Colin Making Love" in front of me (we call it that because it burns when you're done OOHH lol) which is a mixture of inferno vodka, rye, whiskey, and pineapple juice.. gross.. but did it ever get me hammered FAST.. after that drink I didn't feel awkward anymore, and had a great time for the rest of the night!

I'll post pictures another time, my camera cord is in Toronto.