quick plug

Hey

In Plain View has a myspace now. My good friends Grant and Adrian make up the band.

Check them out.

http://www.myspace.com/inplainviewmusic

Saturday evening

Hey guys,

Not a lot going to in my world today. I'm just relaxing, drinking a beer and playing some poker. The P button on my keyboard appears to be stuck, so I'll try and not write any words with a P from now on.

I am drinking a molson beer only available in Ontario. You BC boys aren't missing much. It's a lager, it does not have much of a flavour, and it's chea..... umm, costs very little money. I got 12 beers for 14 bucks. You can't get that in BC. It sucks because all the good stuff, which is very limited here, costs twice as much. So a broke student like myself does not have much of a choice. Life goes on.

I can't wait to get back to Victoria for a visit. I literally think about it everyday, and I still have four months to go. Oh no... I just got it all in with ace king vs a short stack, he had 10 2. The board went 8 Ace 4, 2, 10. Haha, that was great. I'm still alive, that's all that matters.

I have my 2nd writing course tomorrow. I look forward to getting my first writing assignment. Everything I write for my class I will write here to let everyone read. Why not right? So once I get some more info I'll let you know.

(this P things is going to get tough) The Leafs of Toronto start training soon. They will have games before the regular season starts. I wish to attend some of these games, as they will be less money than regular season games. That being said, My Uncle Tom suggested a great idea to me. He said if I want to save some money, try and buy 'standing room only' tickets. He said these tickets go on sale a few days before the game and are only 40 bucks! Sure I'd have to stand the whole game (I'd most likely do that anyways) but who cares! Even the worst of tickets would cost four times that much. Thanks Uncle Tom! I'll be standing at the ACC in no time!!

I think Grant and I and a few friends are going out tomorrow night, so I may not be home to tell everyone how my class was. If not tomorrow then Monday for sure. God bless!

pppPPPPpppppp... yeah, still sticky... I blame the cheap beer.

Brief but powerful

Despite the title, this blog is NOT about ability in the bedroom.

I was in my apartment surfing the net, waiting for my clothes to dry downstairs in the laundry room. I looked outside and saw dark clouds moving in, and the sunny day moving out. I go down stairs to take my laundry out, I pull out the first t-shirt and begin to fold when a crack of lightning hit so loud it made me scream like a girl. If I was 65 years old, that's it. Im dead. It was heart attack loud. Anyways, by the time cleaned up my urine off the floor and finished folding my laundry, and got back up to my apartment, the storm had fully arrived. Wind blew very hard for about 10 minutes along with torrential rain. Heavy thunder and lightning followed. I leaned out my balcony door for 10 minutes and got completely soaked. I could not take my eyes off the storm. After about 15 minutes or so it calmed down, and the worst was over. I just read this article and was blown away (bad pun).

DURHAM, Ont. - At least one person is dead after violent storms carrying tornadoes tore through Ontario.

There are reports of funnel clouds causing damage in at least three communities and large swaths of the province, including Toronto and Hamilton, are under tornado warnings.

Environment Canada Meteorologist Geoff Coulson says it's an ongoing situation and adds people should find safe shelter.

Several buildings are damaged and trees are strewn throughout the southwestern Ontario town of Durham after a possible tornado touchdown.

The West Grey Police Services confirms one person was killed in Durham during the storm, but did not provide details.

York Region police say they have reports of injuries after a possible tornado sighting near Newmarket, north of Toronto, but nothing has been confirmed.

Environment Canada is also reporting a possible tornado moved eastward north of Toronto through the Vaughan area.possible

Good afternoon

Hey all.

I can finally sleep! The weather has cooled the last two days and it's comfortable enough at night now, I can actually catch some Zs. Cool!


I expected the rocky mountains to be a little rockier than this.
That John Denver was full of shit!

Here are two main differences between Toronto and Victoria.

1.
Victoria has Mountains. Toronto does not. Living in Victoria, I was surrounded with beautiful snow covered mountains. Same goes for Vancouver. They never really served a purpose for me, as I don't ski, snowboard, hike or bike. But now that I am settled in here living in the big smoke, that is the one thing that I miss. I miss driving down the Old Island Highway, looking over at Mount Baker and saying 'Hey buddy, you're pretty clear today aren't you? Hey little buddy? Yeah... you're nice.' In Toronto I have the CN tower, however Toronto already has enough creepy people walking around talking to them selves, so the tower and I have yet to speak.

2.
Cabin vs Cottage.
Yes, the second great debate. The west side folk call them Cabins, us east mother fuckers call them cottages. God forbid someone out here mention the word cabin. Police have been given orders to taser on the spot if they even hear that creepy cheesey saying. A friend of mine said he was going up north for the weekend, to visit some friends on the lake. I asked if they had a 'cabin' up there and his response was, 'No. Its a cottage.' And he was serious. So whose side are you on? Cabin or Cottage?

haha, ok that was dumb. Another great day here in Toronto. Lovely lovely.

I am trying to update everyday, as one of my recommendations from my writing teacher... so yeah.

I watched two movies the other day. First was 'The Rocker' starring Rainn Wilson. The first 15 minutes were amazing. I was laughing so hard at some points, I had to pause the movie. It kind of slowed down, but still had some great lines later on. Not a great movie movie but still a fun watch.

Pride and Glory. I had no idea what it was about going in, and I freaking loved it. I know anything with Edward Nornton is going be good, at the very least well acted. He did not disappoint. Colin Farrell and Mr. Jon Voight also put it great performances. I thought it was very well shot, but maybe a little to shaky for me. I am more of a steady cam guy for the most part. But overall, I thought it was very good, and well worth the 5 bucks I paid.

I gotta go, its laundry day. Yeeaaahhh!!

Rules of Brads blog. First time readers. Understanding Brad.

Rules of Brads blog. First time readers. Understanding Brad.

1. Do not take anything I say seriously.

2. I have a funny way of looking at life. At least, I think it's funny. I write about how I see my life, from my point of view. My POV if you will. That's for all you movie buffs out there. Like my friend Steve. Hey Steve.

3. Often times I will make inside jokes to only one person, just like that Steve line in rule number two. I'm sorry about that.

4. I drop the F bomb a lot. Sorry Mom.

4.5 I do not have much of a writing background. I failed English 12. I am not a very good speller, and I have poor grammar at times. I will and do try to improve everyday. This is something I really enjoy doing and I do take it seriously.

5. Do not take anything I say seriously.

6. I do not blog about one thing in particular. It is based on my move to Toronto, going to Second City, following my heart, and everything in between. Random stories, comedy bits, school updates, life updates. This is what it's like to live in Brad MacDougall world.

check it

yo

oh god, i just tried to kill a bug by spraying it with raid, but I sprayed it to0 close to my new fan, and i raided myself in the face. Perfect.

Its another cooker tonight, even hotter than last. The city of Toronto was issued a humidity and smog alert today. As if I need another reason not to go outside.

Yesterday was my first day of writing class. Not much happened. Our teacher just went over basics of what we are going to be doing. Each class is three hours long, and the course lasts 7 weeks. The first thing he said was try and write something everyday, something that I have already been trying to do, with moderate success. He said it doesn't have to be anything in particular, just as long it its something. Seems easy enough. After he finished that, we went around the room introducing ourselves. We were told to name any sort of writing classes or courses we have done, and other classes we are taking or have taken at SC, and to also say why we wanted to be a writer. From what I can remember, this is what came out of my mouth.

My name is Brad. I am also taking Improv A and will be taking the Stand up course next term. I really don't have any writing experience, other than the fact I write my own blog, so that's something... uhh... yeah, I didn't even take English 12 for peat's sake (laughter... my teacher asks, really??) Yeah, I didn't have good, uhh the best grades so to speak (slightly nervous, i fucked up my sentence) But yeah, I've always kind of been interested in writing. I'm a huge Candy and Farley fan, and I read Chris Farley's book, uhh, well the, yeah his book (again slightly nervous, cant talk) In the book it said that guys like David Spade and Adam Sandler got started on SNL as writers before they were promoted to the cast. That kind of blew my mind. Also, I do want to do stand up in the future, and I figure it would be a huge asset to be able to write my own stuff. I kind of see it as another tool in the belt so to speak, a long with the improv.

Teacher: Right on, yeah a lot of people get started off that way (referring to Sandler and Spade). For every guy that is front of the camera like that on a show like that, there's another behind it doing the writing. Great, thanks Brad.

After that we cut class short and went down the block to the main stage to check out the the show. It runs every night and its called 0% Down, 100% Screwed. The show was freaking amazing, it was really really good. I could tell a lot of my class (12 of us all together) were kind of blown away and frightened by it all. How the fuck can I write stuff that funny?!? But what they don't know is that the show was written through improv for the most part, which is the Second City way of doing a show like that. The cast will start off by doing an improv, putting them selves in a situation and going for it. They stop, write down what worked, drop what didn't, and do it again and again until its set. Some stuff in the show was totally 100% improvised as well. I have been around enough to see it when it happens. So for the most part everyone was intimidated. Not I. I was inspired! I cannot wait to start the improv class. This is the exact format in which I think I will really excel. I'll do an improv sketch 20 times, each time different and each time doing something goofy and silly like I do. Then I take the best parts of all of them and make one kick ass sketch. Fuck yeah. I haven't even had a single improv class yet and I already feel it. This is great.


Speaking of great, it just started to rain. Hopefully that knocks the humidity out of the air so I can sleep.

I kind of made a friend. We sat next to each other at the show. His name is Manjit. He's brown. He has a degree in calculus or something, and decided to quit that do go to Second City. Good choice my friend, good choice. He seems like a nice guy. There are two other guys who seemed funny and likable. I forget their names, but one looks very familiar. I probably don't know him, but I got a weird feeling that we will get along. Who knows.

Improv tomorrow, I'll recap after class. Good night

Oh yeah I wanted to end with a bit I have. Walking around my neighbourhood at night is always good for a laugh, or something like that.

I see this short skinny, really boy looking girl from like Thailand or the Philippines, im not sure. She is a crackhead, a hobo, and very aggressive. She is wearing what looks like a neon green one piece bathing suit with dirty white shorts hiked up past her belly button. Someone reads Vogue.

I had just gotten off the street car, and am waiting to cross the street to get home.

Hey, do you have any spare change?

No.

Do you have a smoke? (She is smoking a cigarette)

No.

Do you wanna a date?

WHAT? No... no... sorry.

I'm not a doctor, but I would say that her offer for a 'date' was actually an offer for 'sex' in exchange for money. I could probably get past the dirty crackhead ladyboy hooker thing, buuuut I'm not attracted to smokers. Sorry hun.

The fact she was smoking while asking for a smoke reminds me of Brad Arnold (I love you) and his 'conversation' with a hobo outside of BBJs on night. Hahaha, maybe I'll tell that story tomorrow, but I have to sleep.

Good night.

3:30am

It is currently 3:30am. I cannot sleep. This is the reason.

Current Weather Updated: Monday, August 17, 2009, 3:00 EDT - Pearson Airport
Toronto, ON

A few clouds

23°C

* Feels Like: 32 <---------------
* Relative Humidity: 89%

It just feels gross. Sticky.

One day, when I have A/C, I will think back to nights like this and say.... SUCKER!

Just got home from my first class

Ohhhhh...
Back to School
Back to School
To prove to Dad that I'm not a fool
I've got my lunch packed up,
My boots tied tight,
I hope I don't get in a fight
Ohhhh...
Back To School
Back To School
Back To School...

Hotel Yorba

Good afternoon.

My first class starts in 4 hours and 15 minutes. I can't wait.

I awoke this morning from a crazy and silly dream. I feel like writing about it, so here it goes. Basically in my dream, I was narrating this story. Its kinda weird and creepy, but very vivid.

The sun sets behind the hotel, which is the largest and brightest building in the city. I have climbed down from the mountains and just like the sun, the hotel is my last stop for the day. I will not be staying the night, I will be trying to save my people.

I am not known as a rebel, but I believe that is the reason I was selected to complete this mission. I have no formal training, and have never attempted anything like this in my life. My goal is to breach the hotel at the end of town, and climb to the top floor. Once inside, I'll try and locate a group of strange men, hopefully sleeping peacefully. These men are mainly knows as honourable warriors, and they're resting for one final night before they leave at sunrise. I have been informed that these so called honorable men have deceived us, and are carrying a vital piece of information that may involve saving the lives of countless people. I have one goal. Get in and get out as fast as possible. I am told I will receive more information once I reach my target.

My town is small, and the people are friendly. This is the town in which I grew up, and I know it well. I take the long way to the hotel, as if I am trying to delay the inevitable. It is getting late now, almost 1am. My call time is two. I am on time. The only bar in town is getting out, I hear the yelling and laughter three blocks away. I stop. I listen. I must continue.

Brad!

I stop again. Foolish. I have told nobody of my mission, and must keep it that way. I turn to my left and see my old friend. Trying to stay calm, I speak.

Hello.

What are you doing man? Ive been trying to get a hold of you all night?!

Sorry. I have plans. I say trying not to express any of the one hundred emotions running through my unprepared body.

Umm, ok. Did you forget about OUR plans?

No. I did not forget.

Ok, well what are you doing now? He says, trying to resolve the situation.

I am going to the hotel. NO! You idiot! Don't tell him about the hotel! God damn it.

Why are you going to the hotel? I know your apartment sucks, but isn't that a little extreme?

Sorry.. I will explain later.

I have no choice but to keep walking. I tell my friend not to worry. Everything will be alright. By the look in his eye, he does not believe me. I must continue.

I take a new path for the final three blocks, making sure I run into no one. I look up to the top floor of the hotel, all the lights are out. The floor looks at peace. I approach the front lobby, trying not to look like the wreck I am. I have been given instructions to use the 2nd elevator, which is over sized. I am told that I will have a package waiting for me once inside. I approach the hotel, and calmly walk into the lobby, just like anybody else. There are a few people up and about, which is surprising to me. A man on the far sofa reading a book, a couple using a pay phone, and a family with three kids trying to check into a room. I see no sign of the targets, and I walk towards the elevator. I reach out my hand, to press the button. DING. Elevator two arrives down at the lobby without me having to press a thing. A man in a suit walks out. He is tall, wearing sun glasses, and looks like he doesn't belong. His head turns, he looks at me. I freeze. So does he. Although I cannot see his eyes, I know he's staring at me. The man nods and walks away. I take a deep breathe and walk into my calling.

Inside the elevator lies a black suitcase. I walk inside and the door closes softly behind me. I press the hold button as instructed and open the bag. Inside is a note. It reads as follows.

"The disc is your only mission. Use whatever means necessary."

Under the note is a gun, black clothing, two blue pens and a hat. I was told to use all these objects. I put on the black clothes and the hat. I stick one blue pen behind each ear. Why I need two blue pens is beyond me. I rest the gun in my belt, something I have never done.. I am ready. I was told if I was spotted by the targets on the 10th floor that I should act confused and ask how to get to room 808. I'm not so certain this will work. My goal is to break into the rooms until I find the disc. It is unknown how many men will be on the 10th floor, and it's very unlikely they'll appreciate my company. The more I think, the more uncertain I become.

A loud noise startles me, and the elevator starts to rise. I did not press a button. I must remain calm. We pass floor four, five, six, seven... and land on 8. The door opens. I hear giggling and laughing. A group of girls peer into the elevator and begin to laugh harder. I press the close door button. Just as the door is about to close, it opens again.

Are you getting on?

Intense laughter is my response. Again, I press the close door button, and again it reopens just before it closes. Are you serious? I raise my voice to the girls. Finally the door shuts. Since I have not selected a floor, about ten seconds later, the door opens again. This time the girls really started laughing hysterically. I was not. I close the door and press the L to return to the lobby. Its 1:55am and I am not quite ready to go. I get to the lobby, the door opens and three men in suits and name tags walk in. They ask me if I am getting out, I say no. All three look at me, and one presses the 9th floor. We rise one at a time, each floor seems to increase the temperature by the same amount. We get to the ninth, and the three men get out. One goes left, one goes right and the other walks to the room directly in front and knocks on the door in a loud manner.

Hello? Are you awake? Hello? I need everyone to come with me, now!

The man reaches into his pocket and pulls a key to open the door. Just as his opens, mine closes. What was he doing? What is going on? Before I can ask any more questions, the elevator begins to drop again. I am forced to go along for the ride. I arrive back down at the lobby. The door opens and I nearly scream. Four policemen in riot gear are ready to attack. I jump out of the elevator and they run in and take off. I turn around and watch to see what floor they go to. Six, seven, eight.. nine.... ten. My eyes fixate on the ten. Ten. I again call for the elevator. Back down it comes. When it arrives, 7 people in pajamas and other sleeping attire walk briskly out, and towards the exit.

Excuse me sir! Someone yells over in my direction. I must continue with the mission.

SIR! We have a problem and ask the everyone goes outside until the police handle the situation.

The man is jogging towards me, I hesitate, but dart back into the elevator and press it. 10. One last `Sir!` hit me before the doors closed just in time. I start to rise. Everything has come down to this. From inside the elevator I can hear police sirens growing outside. BOOM. An explosion. The lights flicker on and off, and the elevator stops. Screaming. I can hear screaming. I regain myself and press it again. 10. The lift lets out another shake and a loud grinding sound, but it start to rise. I reach for my gun in my belt, but do not pull it out. Seven, eight, nine.... 10. Everything has come to this point. I must act swiftly. Do not panic. Countless lives are at stake. I must comply. The door opens and I see three policemen running down the hall. The sound of gun fire rips through my ears and I fall to my knees. Smoke and more gun fire ripple through the air. Screaming and death can be heard. The worst sounds I could ever imagine. I reach up with my hand, and with my last effort, press the L key. The doors begin to shut. I see a man with a gun, he yells and raises his rifle. He has a look of murder in his eyes. A monster. I shut my eyes. Down on my knees, I can do no more. Stop. Silence. The events of the night replay themselves in fast forward to this point. I open my eyes. Everything is still. I see the man with a gun, aiming at me. I see the door to the elevator, 6 inches away from closing. I see three men on the ground already dead. Most importantly, I see that my mission is not possible. And just like that, God pushes play. A huge noise, the door closes and I fall from my knees to the ground. I take a huge breath of air, as if I had been holding my breath underwater. I feel my chest, to make sure I am not shot. Nothing. I feel the elevator dropping down. I stand just before the doors open to the lobby. Chaos has erupted on a peaceful part of town. Men, women and children are screaming and running for the exits. I do the same. Police look in my direction as I leave the elevator, as if I was the cause of all this. Maybe I was. They`re say something to me, but it can't be made out over the loud happenings around me. I keep running for the exit. I turn my head and see three, now four police running after me. That is when it hits me, and hits hard. My gun. I have a gun. They will never believe my story. They will think I am responsible. I have a new mission. Freedom. I bolt for the lobby door. I look behind me again, they're closing on me. One officer has drawn his gun. I think about pulling mine out, and I know I would not stand a chance versus trained professionals. I body check the door on the way out and the cool air of the night is a great gift to breathe. I continue my sprint to the street. The foot steps and yelling behind me are louder and louder. I close my eyes and run as fast as I can. Twenty feet from the front of the hotel, I am tackled from behind onto the cool pavement. Four cops plus the one on top of me are yelling, swearing and hurting. I let out a heroic cry. I am hit in the head, and I fade to black.

Quick update

Hey all!

I just got back from my 'new student orientation' at Second city! I got to meet the Artistic Director of the school Mr. Kevin Frank. I instantly recognized him from various TV shows and commercials. He said hes been working with second city for over 20 years, has been in over 60 commercials, hosted multiple TV shows and been in pretty much every show that has filmed for an extended amount of time in Canada. The one show he said he hosted that made me laugh and say "oh my god, i loved that show" was the 1989 classic "Kidstreet". For those not familiar, that was the show with the kids sitting in small cars, red, blue and yellow, answering questions to win cool toys and prizes. I remember watching that all the time with my brother, just dreaming to be on the show one day. My dreams have since changed :)

Anyways, He is a really nice guy. There were about 25 people in the 'John Candy Theatre Box' where the orientation was held today. I am the only person starting two different programs at the same time (oohhh), that being the Improv A, and the writing level 1. I didn't really get a chance to do a meet and greet but that will happen tomorrow. My first impression was that there were a lot of NEW people to improv and theatre. I could tell just be the questions they were asking, like this;

What are the 'rules' of improv that I always here about?

When can i start doing commercials?

That last one was my favourite. I couldn't believe that was a real question. Like its really that easy? Oh well, I am sure I will get a lot out of starting from the beginning, even if I am with people who have never been on stage before.

After I go from level A to level E I have to audition to get into the "Conservatory" improv class. That's when things get really good. I'll still have to go through level A to E again, but unlike the beginning classes, the group I am with stays together all the way through (COOL! FRIENDS!). The idea is for us to become comfortable together, form our own 'troupe' and in the end, write and perform a 2 hour improvised show, that is showcased in the main theatre that seats 200. Cool! I cant imagine doing a two hour show right now, but the idea of it makes me super stoked. Mr.Frank said the show will consist of everything from straight up improv, 5 minute sketches, songs, monologues and poetry. Anything goes and that is awesome. I think I'd make a great improv poet.

So my first class start tomorrow. The improv class has a max of 18 people, and it looks to be at least 15. The writing class is smaller, and if I were a betting man, I'd say it only has about 6-8 people. The smaller the better for me, because that means more one on one time with the instructor.

One thing that I am going to try to do is ALWAYS be willing to go on stage, volunteer, and get as much instruction that I can. An instructor that I had at VADA (Vancouver Academy of Dramatic Arts) said it the best. He said that everyone in the room is paying the same amount for this. People should do whatever it takes to get the most one on one time with the instructor. That really struck up with me. When the teacher asks "who wants to go up on stage??" and nobody moves or raises their arm, something is wrong. It sounds silly but it happens all the time. Not for me. Not this time. After the first 30 minutes, I want my instructor to be saying "Anyone OTHER than Brad want to go up?" I'll stay up there all day long if I can. The class room is the last spot in the world to be nervous or scared. Fuck it. I'm going to go for it this time. No looking back!

Stay tuned, more to come!

Starting to feel it

Yes, it is true, I am starting to feel the adverse side effects of living alone. I have always either had a room mate (Hi Conway!) or lived at home (Hi Mom!). Now that I am be myself most of the time, I am having a hard time adapting to it. It is amazing how much having someone to talk to can influence your mood. Granted, I have a few buddies over here that I hang out with, which is great, but they all have real jobs and other things going on. I see them maybe once or twice a week and the rest of the time I am hiding in my apartment trying not to sweat. Mission failed.

I have decided that I need the following:

1) A job

2) More friends

3) Maybe, just maybe, a GIRL friend...

4) Roommates


I think those four things will keep me in check and allow me to reach my maximum Brad level.


The view from my apartment 'balcony' is really getting to me. For those of you who have not had the privilege of visit my place, let me describe it. I am on the fourth floor facing east. Unfortunately for me, the first building beside me is a 15 story apartment complex. At any given point, 14 different apartments across the street can see directly into my pad. I only have one window, which is my fabulous balcony sliding door, that I have to keep open 24/7 due to the fact its always 30 degrees in here. So that means that 14 different families, couples and friends can peer into my life and see what I'm up to around the clock. Just now, for example, an East Indian lady is on her nice walk out balcony drying some clothes off the railing. She surely took a glimpse down to see what her crazy neighbour was up to. Sitting on the couch playing on his Laptop as per usual. After a while, like anything else, you simply adjust and get used to it. But it does raise some interesting questions.

Do they watch me sleep? Probably.

Do they watch me eat? Probably.

Have they seen me naked? Probably.

Not much I can do about it now.

Did I mention its 500 degrees in my apartment? I think today I will venture to Wal Mart and purchase something that I should have done a long time ago. A Fan.

School starts in two days. I plan to show up to my first class super wasted just to piss everyone off. Not really, but these are the things I think of when I'm sitting here by myself.

Some close friends and family of mine are going camping this weekend (probably partying as I type). I hope you all have fun, I wish I was with you.

Conway has the chicken pox... Im sorry conway.

Cliffs band is really really amazingly great. For those who have not heard, I urge you to do everything in your power to do so.

Grants band is also really really amazingly great. You assholes should come visit me and we can check out a show. You won't be disappointed.

I plan on winning the lottery in the next few months, so I'll keep everyone updated on that.

I god damn fly just flew really close to my ear and freaked me out. Damn you fly.

I just shut the screen on the sliding door. Probably should.

I had a dream that Cliff Theissen and I were playing baseball in Langford. Cliff was playing left field and I was on the bench (shitty dream). BUT all of a sudden Cliff came running into the dugout, crying.

Whats wrong buddy?

I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMOOOOOREEE....

Brad, coach yelled (It was Chris Vanier, god bless coach), get out 'der.

Here was my big shot. I was going to get to play! I put my hat on, leaned over to pick up my glove and... and... wait, where is my glove?? OH NO! I CANT FIND IT! I think I left over at the concession stand! I run over and ask if they have my glove? YES! COOL!

That's where my dream ends but I must point out one thing. Only two or three people will understand this, so I'm sorry to those who don't. The dream was a 'Kingsmen Park" aka down the road from Spencer Middle School where the beloved Langford Lightning play out of. When I went to the concession, guess who I saw? Todd Peterson's Mom was inside, and beside her, none other the LLOYD JOHNSON was cooking up his famous "McLloyd Burgers". Great stuff. Great Stuff.

That's it for now, more to come.

Thursday afternoon

Another beautiful day here in the big smoke. 28 degrees no wind and high humidity to make it feel closer to 37. A little warm for my liking but I'll take it!

We have had some great storms in the last few months, and none greater than the storm on August 9th. There was actually a Tornado watch for the city of Toronto for a few hours, which is always a bad sign. A massive black cloud moved over the city, much like a UFO would in some creepy sci-fi movie. Even though it was only 7pm, the city was as black as the cloud itself. I was driving back from Niagara Falls with my sister and a friend when it all started. We missed the worst of it, being 120 kilometers away from Toronto and all, but the storm certainly did not disappoint. We left a very muggy Falls area around 830, as the temperature sore to 42 uncomfortable degrees. I had received a text message from my friend Grant who warned us of the storm, and urging caution on the drive home. Grant said it was the worst storm he has witnessed since arriving in the city over three years ago. I could see the lightning in the distance as we started to drive away. We did have to stop for a while due to the intense rain, it was just to much. Cars were doing 20k on the highway with their four way flashers on. But after a brief stop we managed to get home safe and sound. Lightning lit up the sky the whole way home. It was pretty awesome to watch.

School starts in three days. I went out and purchased school supplies today. I felt like I was in grade 8, only Mom didn't pay this time.

I'm really going to make an effort to go and hang out at 'Comedy Bar' up the road on Bloor street more often. I am hoping to meet new friends at school that would like to join me. It is much easier going with friends rather than yourself to a place like that.

It is awkward to sit by yourself everywhere you go.

Kelsey was in town for three days. We had a good time. Niagara Falls was awesome. It was our first time seeing them. We rode the 'maid of the mist' boat that runs along side the falls. It was awesome. Maid of the Mist for life.

The night before, Kelsey and I got super wasted. We had planned to have a few drinks and relax, but after a few hours of that, I was wasted! We polished off a 26 of Vodka and went to The Drake Hotel where Grant works. I got about 10 steps on to the roof top patio before I tripped over something, fell over and knocked down two chairs while I did it. Grant said it was the best entrance ever. I'm proud.

Really not much else to report.

Just waiting for school to start.

I miss you all.

BREAKING NEWS

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Sources tell us that local blogger, and community friend, Brad MacDougall has his first job interview in the near future. Although nobody can confirm the details, sources do believe that it is scheduled for as early as tomorrow evening, or late afternoon. One source was quoted as saying "looks to be a banquet bartender type deal".

More to come, stay tuned. Now back to your regular blog.

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Happy August!

Hey sports fans!

Don't forget, its time to pay rent! I went to the bank this afternoon to get some cash for rent, but i did not take out enough. My only goal was to get to the bank (10 min street car away), and take out 600 bucks for rent. I only took out 550. Haha.. that was so strange, I have no idea what i was thinking. So i ended up having to go the store down the road to take out another 60 bucks from the ATM. What a retard.

My landlord is just a classic character. He sat me down for a few minutes today and told me the following story.

"I live in many country... 26. I was born Yugoslavia, and live all over Europe and everywhere. And one thing that not many of your kind realize, this country and Canada is best place in whole world. Lots of place are disgust! Disgust! But here, you have anything you need, its safe and beautiful. Maybe USA similar but not like here. Here is best."

"Yes sir, I feel very lucky to live here." I replied sheepishly.

He has the most amazing accent, probably from living all over the world. Maybe one day you will get to talk to my Landlord friend. He's worth every penny.

Its another cooker here today. I know all you from Victoria and Vancouver have had a rough go of it as well. I have a hard time going out in public and doing stuff when its 30+ degrees. Its just not cool (pun intended). It's supposed to go to 35 and 36 for the next few days then cool off.

School starts in 15 days.

I am the minority where I live. There must have been some sort of event going on today, because I was walking to the street car and huge groups of people were everywhere. I was the only white person for miles. I really like it though. Nobody is ever mean to me, mainly because nobody ever talks to me. There was a large group of Jamaicans walking in front of me. I'm not sure if they were drunk or what, but they had these whistles and flags and they were going crazy. They seemed like cool people, but those fucking whistles were loud. They were crazy. Just as the Jamaicans moved on, a huge group of Filipinos walked by. Where the fuck am I, I asked? I then and to myself, Toronto. I am in Toronto. As that thought breezed through my head, a smile drifted across my mildly sweaty face. And then I saw the Mother load. Through the mob of people, walking, talking, and having fun, I spotted the most amazing group yet. Hot White Chicks. !!!! Oh my god! It was amazing. So were so hot! Even the black dudes walking say "Damn gurl!" I wish I had balls like my black brothers. They talked to them. I just starred. haha. (I was waiting for the light to turn, I wasn't just creeping... ok I was creeping a little bit, but I really was waiting for the light to turn I swear to god. Plus I just got these dark sun glasses so they could not see my eyes, so it wasnt like I was all in their face, jaw dropped like a freak... plus they were all the way across the street, so even If I didn't have these savage shades it wouldn't really be that creepy.)

Maybe that is a sign I should get a girlfriend.

Probably should.


Did I tell everyone of the crazy girl I met a few weeks ago? Hmm.... I'm not sure, but she was crazy none the less. And he looooooved me.

I never called her.


Its 3pm and the only thing cold in my fridge is beer. Bottoms up.

I have been applying at a lot of places for work via craigslist and kijiji.ca

So far no luck.

I hope everyone is well. Thanks for the on going support! I will be coming home for Christmas for about two weeks depending on School and Work. I think we should start planning now so I can get as much time with the people I love as possible. Any ideas? Grant Waters and I are planning a big party up at his Cabin on Shawnigan lake (spelling?) and you're all invited!

Love.