Abstract

So I went to Abstract tonight with my best friend Serena, Neil, and a bunch of Neil's friends whom I previously did not know. I think they were Steph (who was really nice), Ryan (who reminded me of Jeff Martin, for some reason... must have been the greasy hair), and Joey (Woh-ee!). We went for Neil's birthday (which was Monday, but he was working).

It took us like an hour to get in, but after we got in... hmmm... it was okay. I think I would have liked it better had I been with people I knew better, but dancing with Serena is always fun (and very sexy). My best dance moves were with her ;) Especially during "Add It Up" by the Violent Femmes (which is, for those that only know it as I do, the "why can't I get just one fuck" song). Fun! Retro nights can never be bad.

I drank one Mike's Hard Cranberry, because they didn't have lemonade. It was all right. *shrug* Nothing special. Should have gotten a Sicilian Kiss.

Spent: $7.25
Hours In Line: 1
Hours In Club: 1.5
Fun Had: Yes
Do Again?: Maybe

Now, to stare blankly at my essay, realize it's 4 AM, and put it off for another 12 hours... oh wait, then I'll only have 3 hours before LARP.

DAMNIT!

Firsts and Lasts

FIRSTS
first best friend: Christy Hughes. Ha.
first real memory of something: The first day in the Goldcrest gifted class.
First real kiss: Simon.
First Job: Working for my dad. Real job? Coles in grade 12.
First crush: Real-life? Eeeer... Anthony I-couldn't-spell-his-last-name-if-I-tried. Not real life? A girl online who used the handle Michiru.
First screen name: StArGypsyA.
First self purchased album: ...Stunt? Maybe.
First funeral: My great-grandmother, but I don't remember that. The first I remember is my maternal grandfather.
First pets: Dogs. Baba was the one I was looking at when I cracked my head open.
First piercing/tattoo: Ears, in sixth grade.
First credit card: I have no credit rating.
First enemy: Simon Locke, for a time.
First big trip: Mexico. On my own, France.
First play/musical/performance: Christmas play in first grade.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Dad played a lot of Beatles and Beach Boys.

LASTS
Last cigarette: Nein!
Last big car ride: The last important car ride was the pait of nights Patrick and I just went out driving. With a lot of people, it was to RenFest this summer. Long, was to St. Louis two summers ago.
Last good cry: The week before Joyee and Steven left.
Last library book checked out: Some book on Sartre's existentialism, and good/bad faith (I admit... Draco might have fueled the impulse. Just a little.)
Last beverage drank: Hot chocolate.
Last food consumed: ...udon noodles at Sweet Dreams...
Last crush: I am having a crush on Serena RIGHT NOW. Other than that, Patrick. Oh, and Heath Ledger. Sexy~~.
Last phone call made: Ummm... *blink* Not sure.
Last time showered: Yesterday sometime.
Last shoes worn: My dress shoes.
Last CD played: Hoobastank.
Last item bought: Mike's Hard Cranberry.
Last annoyance: My alarm not waking me at 7:30!
Last soda drank: Coke
Last ice cream eaten: I think chocolate of some sort at the TBYC? (whatever the organization of those letters is supposed to be)
Last shirt worn: My long black sweater.
Last website visited: LJ!

*nuzzle!*

Patrick just called me from Peterborough. Yay! We didn't talk for long, but it was nice.

I have two missed calls. I'm hoping they're Pat, but my cell phone doesn't take messages or give phone numbers. I will be very sad if they aren't Pat.

Now, I am drinking water because of a (mild) headache and staring at my essay for Criticism. This would probably be easier if I could remember what tropes are. And how am I supposed to analyse aural effects? I hate literary criticism. And reading poetry for anything other than personal enjoyment.

For the record, the poem is this:

"Winter Thought" - Archibald Lampman

The wind-swayed daisies, that on every side

Throng the wide fields in whispering companies

Serene and gently smiling like the eyes
Of tender children long beatified,

The delicate thought-wrapped buttercups that glide

Like sparks of fire above the wavering grass,
And swing and toss with all the airs that pass,

Yet seem so peaceful, so preoccupied;

These are the emblems of pure pleasures flown,

I scarce can think of pleasure without thesse,
Even to dream of them is to disown

The cold forlorn midwinter reveries,
Lulled with the perfume of old hopes new-blown,

No longer dreams, but dear realities.

--

So far I've got that it's a Petrarchan sonnet (slightly modified as the octave is ABBAACCA rather than ABBAABBA), meaning that it's [probably] a love poem (which it is)...

And there are metaphors. Mostly with flowers.

Beyond that, I've got nothing.

Well, I have seven hours before LARP... time to get to work. Where is that Ways of Reading...?

I keep forgetting I have Semagic...

Update on the essay: Simon came online not five minutes after Patrick vanished, and the following ensued:

Simon: Aleeex!
Alex: Simoooon!
Alex: Mooby!
Simon: *lol*
Alex: Help me analyze this stupid sonnet!
Alex: It is TEH EVIL!
Alex: *cling*
Simon: Woops. Gotta go... er... go... eat?
Simon: Fine..
Alex: I shouldn't be this hyper...
Alex: NOOOO!
Simon: *l*
Alex: *cling*
Alex: Like Saran.
Alex: WRAP!
Alex: *wraps*
Alex: *like a white girl*
Alex: *mah nigga*
Alex: Wha?
Simon: XD
Simon: But yes, yes, fine. I'll help you analyze t3h evil. But first.
Simon: This is from an e-mail from my mom: "I started cleaning your room a bit. That meens, your book shelf. I hope that you do not mind. I tossed out all tests and diverse paper dating back to grade 7 and 8. You know what I found! You are one lucky, rich gay!!!!"
Alex: XD
Simon: Yup.
Alex: I love your mom.
Simon: *lol*
Simon: You just want her for her food. ^_~
Alex: Well... yes.
Alex: Sooo... having fondue any time soon? *shifty-eyes*

This progressed for a while, but then Simon helped me with the actual, you know, meaning of the poem (Patrick focused on the technical aspects of it). I'm now at a point where I am cataloguing various things: instances of simile, metaphor, etc. Right now I'm on assonance/consonance/alliteration/reverse rhyme/pararhyme. Next will be onomatopoeia, which I don't think there is any of, but I can always look. I'll probably start trying to come up with a thesis and actually write the essay tomorrow. It should be... hmm... probably three or four double-spaced pages, typed. I think I can fill that much. I'll get more help tomorrow.

I also got to talk to Joyee! Yay! That makes Alex a happy kitten. Also, Simon sent me music. Much with the dancing.

Right now, I'm considering where to go eat dinner. I may just bike down to Wendy's or something and grab something fast-foody (as Joyee put it). Then again, I haven't had much to eat today... I suppose I could always eat something small, here, and wait until Mel's. Oh yeah, isn't there supposed to be food at LARP? I dunno if that'll be sufficient though...

I think I'll take my backpack, and work on this some more before game starts. I hate feeling like I'm getting nowhere.

Onward to the Balle Noir!