ME
My brain hurts.
YOU
I know.
ME
How do you know?
YOU
I cut out half of it in your sleep last night and put it with mine.
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As the Russian is out having a beer with someone with the unlikely name of Tristana, I will take the time to update my blog before I go all the way to Outremont to spend his last night in Montreal with him.
But I am being unfair. We have been very happy for the past couple of weeks. We are a couple. We are happy in coupledom. And so there is little drama to share. Mainly good things, all around. These good things include: great walk on the mountain last Saturday before the rain turned everything to glass, watching both versions of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I prefer the child actors in the first, and the back story for WW in the new one is very lame. I think there is too much CGI in the new one as well; it is a factory, and should look like one, very physical and tangible, instead of super realistic. Both Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp are pretty incredible though. I liked how it is a children's movie where the main character does not really like children. Hmmmm, what else? Went out to dinner at the Burgundy Lion last night. Managed to break a salt shaker and almost set the tablecloth on fire when I knocked over the candle, and dripped wax on my jacket and bag. We also went swimming, and the Russian attempted to teach me the front crawl, badly, but with gusto. Babay has a new love interest which I am sure everyone has read about. That Little V is a little green pleases me to no end. It is very exciting, and I am glad I was there to witness the birth of something with potential. I have finished school, though went out with a whimper of fury because of some boneheads in my KM group. Arseholes. I have secured a practicum for next semester at the Quebec Gay Archives, where I will be creating a finding aid, at last. One of the most basic archival tools and I have to wait until my last semester at school to really do one. Ooooo, got a fucking awesome Christmas present for Christine, which I am really excited to give to her. I rarely see things where I think, oh, perfect! but it happened just in time for Christmas. Apologies to the rest of the fam will be in order, cause their presents will pale.
Went out dancing on Saturday and felt like a turd next to all these ugly/pretty girls in high waisted American Apparel skirts and loose fitting tank tops. I was in jeans and longjohns with my big winter boots and a tshirt. But I was with my two of my favourite peeps from library school, and the music was unknown but good, so we boogied. I like to boogie.
The Russian has been tossing around moving in together, which is freaking me out a little, but I like the thought and I think he really is happy with me, and I am with him. It seems a little unbelievable, and that keeps me from being able to imagine the way that he does, but I am also ok with that feeling. In a weird way, it tells me I am in something real, that works, that is in motion (none of Woody Allen's dead sharks here- it's a great scene, about 3:50 min in). I am going to miss him while he is gone (for a few weeks, to see his family in Calgary and his friend in San Francisco).
I have really stuck to my mantra. I am playing it, bass playa. I can't wait until I am done working this week and I can be up in St-Adele. I can read, and watch all the movies I haven't had time and energy to watch. I can walk and cook. It's going to be great!
