Brick Walls

This is what I have written for my piece. Let me know what you think...

Brick walls are very strong structures. They are solid structures that can last longer than your lifetime. But what do we use them for? Often they are little more than a sound barrier. Sometimes they are used to block what is ugly. This particular wall we are going to build today is going in between the beloved commercial outlet mall and the Presbyterian Church. Which side is the ugly side? Why do we want to hide the two sides from each other? Well, I just make the walls. What do I know? So… we’re gonna need a hole so we can lay the concrete base. Here goes nothing.

Digging a hole very violently.

Take that Earth! Now we need to mix and pour the concrete.

Pour and smooth out concrete very calmly.

Now of course we lay the bricks…

Laying bricks.

Isn’t it funny how we make this divide between the church and the mall? It’s like the old place of worship meets the new place of worship, the beloved mall! This wall is going to stay here only for a limited time. Despite its endurance and being a great achievement of man, we value it very little. There will however be a short time in its history where this wall will mean something more. One day some high school kids will adopt this space as an extension their living room. A place they will go to. Always late at night when it is quiet. That way it feels more like their space. Perhaps they will think they are bigger than the wall, that they can outlast it. Perhaps they will see it as a final meeting place, a place they go late at night, have some insightful banter and then take off to their respective homes. Perhaps they go there to kill time, waiting for something to happen, with so much angst for their uncertain futures that they’re just going to sit and wait for their time to come. They will not realize any significance at the time. Eventually they will get cars and make new hang-outs. They will move on. But the wall never leaves them. They’ll find this wall and the waiting and the angst is still inside them. Their lives will have been shaped by the time they spent at that wall.

Well…(looks at watch) it seems that time has come and gone. And I’ve been informed that this wall has to come down. We have a strip mall to build here people!

Tears down the wall violently with a sledge hammer.

My Life In the G

So my house was sold about a month ago and a bit. Feb. 15th I think. Our new landlord had to bring in an electrician to bring the house up to code. Believe it or not, we still had two pronged outlets in the house. They had to go. Also, w ehad no power in our upstairs washroom, no longer the case, now I have the night light in the bathroom that I always dreamed I would. I'm also hoping the fuse doesn't blow when the microwave is going.

We also told our landlord we'd be willing to do some sprucing to the house. She dropped off a 5 gallon pale of white primer. It wasn't full but it's plenty. We also picked up some paint to do up our living room, we went with Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album cover yellow. The room will be in it's sexual prime once this is done.

Last night I was walking with the lovely Jessica Burley to her house on York Rd. and we did our usually strut over the wooden bridge over the duck-adored Speed River at about 9:30 at night. What made this different than other times were the three cop cars parked at the entrance of the bridge. I guess someone called the cops on some dude who was chillin' on the bridge. So there were three cops surrounding this guy, not the most charming of individuals and being grilled for. I guess this is not unwarranted, Jess and I have been asked the time by a guy unknowingly sitting in the wooden supports atop the bridge. Then asked us not to tell anyone he was up there. Also some shady things have occured at this semi-secluded bridge.

Not a big deal though, I have a black belt in running away just in case.

The weather is looking dandy and my favourite ice cream shop will be open for the summer starting this saturday. Fuck Yeah!

Got my taxes done, $1000+ coming back to this guy.

Had intramural ice hockey finals last night. We were like the 2002(?) Mighty Ducks, making it there on cautious play and amazing goaltending. Unfortunately like the Ducks we came up short losing 2-1.

Living across the street from Benny sure has it benefits.

Need a summer job, looking in Guelph. It might end up being with College Pro who knows.

Calvin, I'm coming to London in approx. two weeks, let me know your schedule.

Liking the weather. The deck should be fully completed soon and the barbeque will hopefully get some propane and some TLC. I want to give that badboy some new coals and a wiping.

Give yourself a treat. I recommend Quaker Soy Crisps barbeque flavour, red rope Licorice, Cheerios mix, rice pudding, or best of fuckin' all ice cream from the Boathouse April 1st! Come on down and join me.

Sitting on the Wall

Hey dudes remember when we used to sit on the wall? Well I'm starting to feel like it's a metaphor for my life right now. I look at where I am in life and I feel like I'm still sitting on that wall. Coming to university has really only served as four more years of sitting on the wall. The wall signifies a time of waiting for something to happen. Passing time until it is actually the time to act. To get off the wall and get your fucking hands dirty.

Sometimes I question what I am doing in university. I came here not knowing what I wanted to do and only really did enough to keep myself in University. I am majoring in Theatre Studies and minoring in Math. Am I really doing anything productive or just buying myself time on the wall? My ambition is to be a high school teacher. Now I know it is a different position from where I was in high school, but there I'll be, back in high school. Will I be off the wall or will I just be sitting there for the rest of my life? It kinda sounds like I'll still be sitting there, waiting for something to happen.

How does one get off the wall? I think I could get off the wall, but I know I can't do it by myself. I'm just not sure I'm self-motivated enough. So if you're like me and wanting to hop off the wall, I'm cool with doing it together. I suggest you push me off. It'll take some force though.

Being in your 20's is a whole new kind of angst. Some people can cope. They get jobs and wives and get engaged and start lives, but others like me just don't have a fucking clue. I think I want more, but I have no idea how it's done.

I have never sounded like such a tool in my life. I guess some people get over this in high school. I never worried about it in high school. I just sat on the wall and played along. I figured it would all work itself out. But here I am, feeling like I'm going to be a letdown to the hopeful kid I once was, who thought I would get it all worked out.

Fuck I am going to have to make up for this Post

But it feels good to write it down.

I have to write some fucking piece for acting class. I was thinking about using this idea as a start. Tell me if it totally fucking blows and throw some suggestions at me.