Review

I just saw “Let the Right One In” at a friend’s house.

I was thoroughly impressed.

Full review later this week.

One more time

This is the last cop-out I swear. Think of this post as a place holder for tomorrow’s post, when I explain exactly why I’ve been so neglectful of this here blog.

Also, I tried making gnocchi again tonight. It turned out even worse than last time. I really should wait until I have a potato ricer or a vegetable mill before I try this long, sticky process again.

Premature

I came to PA far too soon. I have a crap load of stuff that needs to be turned in to the registrar’s office at school, and now I have to mail everything. This is costing me buckets of money, and I’m not sure if it will even arrive on time.

God, I’m such a failure.

Title

I like to think that those who know their way around a kitchen can be considered either cooks or chefs.

Today I tried making homemade gnocchi.

The result convinced me that I am just a cook.

Sorry

Today’s post is going to suck just as badly as yesterday’s. I have to leave for the train station soon, and I won’t be making landfall until 12:40 AM.

So enjoy the respite from what must have seemed like an interminable whine.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow I leave Toronto for the sunny, sunny shores of Pennsylvania. After all, it’s Christmas time.

Wish me luck.

Heroin Addict at Christmas

After I picked up my adderall prescription for the first time this morning, I felt like the lucky smack addict, minus the shit gift from grandma.

Correction

I lied. Though to be fair it was mainly to myself.

My friends don’t abhor my surprise visits because I exude a fundamental creepiness, nor do they care that I’ve turned into a mopey, angsty charicature of my former self. They probably wouldn’t even be my friends were that the case.

No, the real reason my unsolicited visits are so routinely disastrous involves a personal truth that is much harder to admit to myself, let alone to all 5 of you out there who routinely read my tripe.

Healthcare

So there’s good news and bad news. Bad news first.

Unless I register for another class in the next few days, not only will I lose my legal status in Canada, but I will also lose my healthcare permanently. This is a problem due to the fact that my new meds cost about $4 a pill.

Good news: My meds are covered for the time being. My new ADD drugs are coming in tomorrow morning, and boy howdy do I get a lot of them for free. 28 15mg’s and 28 30mg’s. For those who aren’t in the know, 30mg pills are basically the equivalent of straight up speed. And I get it all for free!

When it comes down to it, today was a good day.

Surprise

I need to stop surprising friends. It never, ever goes well.

I’m not the sort who can successfully surprise someone with a welcome visit, and I think I’m starting to realize why. First of all, I can come across as super creepy, even in broad daylight. Regularly wearing a trenchcoat and forgetting to shave my 8th grade pornographer ’stache can contribute to that affect. Second, as I’ve gotten more comfortable with emotional honesty, I’ve been more comfortable letting my natural morose and melancholy demeanor shine through.

Neither of these facets is particularly fun to be surprised with. I imagine that the first two thoughts to cross my suddenly surprised friends’ minds are “oh fuck, rape” followed closely by “oh fuck, emo”.

Last night was one such surprise visit, and it went about as badly as any surprise visit possibly could. There was no fire, there were no tears, but there was something just as bad, if not worse. After springing my presence on a friend who wasn’t expecting me, I actually got to watch in real time what the ignoble death of a friendship looks like. There was no anger, there was yelling, just the sad, quiet acknowledgment that what we once had was no longer salvageable. All the fun and excitement we once had was replaced by awkwardness and fear. Just remembering the events is like watching a slow, sad, first person social snuff film projected onto the inside of my skull.

And so I left just five minutes after arriving. I went down to an old favorite watering hole of mine and paid for my drinks in stories. Sadly, it was the closest thing I had to camaraderie in some time.