presently

I am cold, bored, and on the verge of a headache.

There is no sun, and no hope of sun.

I feel like going out.

I like writing on one line at a time.

Okay, enough of that shite. I thought that if I wrote really spaced out sentences, the time would pass quicker - but it's not.
I will still go for a walk in the park (jeanne mance), but I doubt I'm going to enjoy it. How could I? It would be a slap in the face to the sun, who at the moment is indisposed.

I really want to go see the one-man show at infinititheatre... I think it will be good. And if it's not, then I would want to know first-hand that I am wrong.

This weekend I am going out again. It's part II in my series of funtime good-bye activities to Montreal. I don't WANT to get sick this time, and that's the key!
The thing I really need an idea for is HALLOWE'EN!!!!!!
I want to have the best time. It will probably be my last hurrah here (can you tell I don't want to leave... me and the hubby had a pretty heated conversation about that today).
I still need a costume idea and a few party ideas, at least to cover a full two days.
Let's go crazy...

The other day I was thinking about one of the favorite items of clothing I've had. It was my Vision Streetwear t-shirt. I don't have it anymore, but I wish I did.
It was a bright, tree green, and it had the Vision logo on the front. I think one of my friends gave it to me. It was grade nine or ten. Or maybe even seven or eight.
I can't remember.
All I know is that there weren't a whole lot of places to get Vision clothing in Regina at the time. I thought I would never get one, and then I did one day. It was a total surprise.
I wish I knew what I'd done with that shirt.
Another favorite t-shirt I had was a navy blue one with multi-coloured letters spelling out 'Mandy'.
I've never really liked that nickname (actually, I hate it) but I didn't mind it so much on the shirt. It seemed more like it was making fun of the name.
I was like eight years old when I had that shirt.
At least I think that's how old I was.
I have the worst memory- for memories.
For other things, I have the greatest memory... phone numbers, faces, Simpson episodes, song lyrics.
Bah humbug.