Calm a llama down.
It's really hard to wake up before noon when you have absolutely no natural light in your room. I got shafted (despite pulling the big straw) into having the tiny, pink room of the flat which.. is fine for me. I mean, I would rather have some air flow and sunlight but I lived in a basement for long enough to be able to revert easily back into Creature of the Night mode.
Since it's been a good five months since I've had one singular roommate, Roomieface is being retired in favor of ACT 1 (Ashley) and ACT 2 (Alex). It makes sense, since it's both of their initials and Ashley is older. Anyway, moving on.
I'm extremely unemployed and the result has been me sleeping in rather late. I'm going to bring out some more resumes and stuff today after I do my laundry and get some groceries, though. On the 18th I have my interview with 680News for an internship, so wish me luck on that front. I feel like I got it, since when she called she had nothing but good things to say about my (EXTREMELY RUSTY AND OUT OF PRACTICE) writing.
I met up with my all time favourite Italian yesterday. I had to go back to Seneca to get the head of Radio to sign some legal shit for the internship and he met up with me so we could get some lunch/dinner.
It was outrageous being at school again. Walking into the cafeteria and not knowing anybody. The Burli room had been completely gutted and was gone. Signing out audio suites had become computerized. There were MORE audio suites downstairs. It's all really very unfair, haha.
It took some hunting down but eventually Mike and I found Jim. He was teaching a large pack of first semester radio kids, and it was so strange. In some ways they were exactly like my year. They all showed up back at the Ward Beck room at the exact same time, like they were traveling in a big 30-kid pack. Totally what we used to do.
I took an agenda. Those school agendas are the best kind, I don't care what anyone says.
Mike and I had lunch at Blueberry Hill, for old times sake. As usual, his nachos took far too long to make and my poutine was delicious. It was nice to see him. So far, out of the radio kids, I've only seen Hobbs a handful of times. Mike and I talked about... well, depressing things, really.
On the topic if Hobbs: ACT 1 and I went downtown to the Horseshoe Tavern to see his brother's band play on Saturday night. We were feeling cooped up in the apartment and ACT 2 had a couple of friends over, so there was really sort of limited space. Hobbs had called me earlier in the day to tell me about the show and since I'd never seen his brothers band play, I figured why not.
Hobbs gave us some bad directions and we were literally soaked through to the bone by the time we arrived, but we made it in time. His brothers band is called We Are The Take and they actually struck me as something you would enjoy dancing to, anythingtwice. They played VFest this year. They're getting moderately big. I thought they were amazing.
Its nice living on the TTC, not having to be home by 11:30pm because you'll miss the last bus home. I just need a jooooob.
And, because it makes me laugh really hard, a clip from The IT Crowd:
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