Wedding Stories

Hey S,

Remember that night you showed me that wedding video?

I suppose the idea of weddings has floated around my mind recently. There are so many weddings happening in the next year for people we know and quite a few in the past year too!

I have never been as interested or crazy about attending weddings or weddings themselves, but I can see where some of your excitement comes from now. So, while reading some blog posts online via a link posted on Facebook by Brett Ullman (...do you remember him?!) I came across this one.

I think you'll enjoy and I hope you get a laugh out of it.

Wedding Season Singleness

Love,
J

PS: Thanks for the late night chats :)

Writing centres...

This morning, I had an appointment at the University College writing centre in Laidlaw Library.
Here's a photo I took this morning on my way back to res.

The work I brought in this time was not an essay for a school course, but two pieces of writing I'd like to enter in a contest or possible to be published in a school magazine this year.

(...if you would like to skip my commentary, scroll down to read the piece of writing)

It's funny because whenever I'm confident enough to have a piece of writing edited or read by someone else, it means I'm feeling pretty good about it. So, I pulled out two of my better pieces, fixed a few things and brought them in.

Dr. P is only person I have met who seems to purposefully make me feel uncomfortable about my writing. Purposefully. But, that is one of the reasons he's my favourite writing instructor. He holds nothing back as he criticizes and fixes my writing. He asks me what I'm trying to say in every. single. sentence. Not only does he completely take apart the content, but he dissects the grammar as well.

I mean, how scary is it to have someone read your part of your diary and then ask what you mean by "I thought he was cute because he had blue eyes." Did you think he was cute because of his blue eyes? Did you think he was cute then you noticed he had blue eyes? Why did you think he was cute? Does being cute really have to do with his blue eyes? Or was it something more? Why did you notice he had blue eyes? I'm not following your train of thought!

Terrifying.

It really is.

What I mean to say is...Everytime I go to the writing centre with a piece of work, it (what a vague usage, we talked about this, I'm supposed to explain "it"-alright, what I really mean is, "the session") makes me feel terrible. It does. Going the the writing centre, I needed the assurance that it was a candidate to be published. Then as I'm trying to explain my emotions that I've written down on paper, I feel like I have no idea what I was thinking when I had typed it out.

It's as if he took apart my life in ten minutes and teaches me to put it back together in the next forty.

Nevertheless, I love going there.

Ironically, I always feel like the best writer I could possibly by the time I leave.

Going there I feel confident. Being there makes me feel like crap. But, before I leave, Dr. P always tells me that my writing is...good.

I suppose, that's why I keep going back. I'm always left with some renewed confidence and optimism which makes me forget that being there makes me feel quite terrible.

Despite all that, here is the piece we spent most of the hour on. It did have a title, but only because I needed one for it when I submitted it, but I prefer to have untitled.

Oh, just one last note:

A piece of writing is always a work in progress.


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Blue Monday, nice ladies and Ballet class

This past Monday is supposedly called "Blue Monday."

It is calculated to be the most depressing day of the year.
You can read about it here: http://www.squidoo.com/depressingday

I suppose you could say I was feeling a little under the weather on Monday, but it was a bit more than that. With combination of dramatic news and cold weather, my head was buzzing by the afternoon. Not the nice kind of buzzing that I hear a good dose of alcohol gives you, but a warm, sluggish, nothingmakingsense kind of buzzing.

I wasn't quite feeling all that active. What I really wanted to do more than anything was crawl back into bed, curl up in a ball and sleep.

Being let out about half an hour early from management class was nice, but walking to the streetcar stop was nothing more and nothing less than cold. Frigid, windy, cold. For once, I wish I had one of those embarrassingly puffy coats that go down past your knees.

As I walked down Jarvis, I noted that Tuesday must be garbage collection day.

When I walked into the studio, my head cleared. Just a bit. Or I'd like to think so at least.

I'm still afraid of disappointment, my extensions that now barely reach 90 degrees, my centre is soft, my feet are now weak. But, I was already there and all I should do is to take it as it is. Then came warm-up, tendus, pliés...and at the end of the rond de jambe, we posed: Arabesque à terre with arms reaching back just a little.

The teacher asks me to demonstrate it. Feeling a little awkward and a little déjà vu, I plié and chassé into arabesque.

The lady behind me at the bar leans over and whispers, "your arabesque is gorgeous."

Just a little more of a little bit of everything

I'm starting this blog to get a little more of many things, since it's the details that matter. That being said, these are the details of my thoughts, imaginings and everyday living.

Goal setting theory states that if one sets SMART goals, one can accomplish them.

Therefore, I will write a little bit of everything.

I suppose it will be like talking to myself. Thoughts, pieces of writing, everyday observations. Fascinating. Which brings us to the real reason I'm writing. There are much too many thoughts dancing around my head. Most of them don't belong there.

Thus, I will begin. Today is Tuesday. A wonderful, wonderful Tuesday. Two types of tea and lots of nostalgia kind of Tuesday. Cold, wintery, snowy. The Tuesday after Blue Monday.

Thank you for the push, J.