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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.