Life’s flying by like a freakin’ whirlwind over here, guys and gals! Things have gotten a little crazy since my last post, so I’m pleased to announce that they’ve calmed down enough that I can sit down with my best friend “MacBook” to hack out an essay due tomorrow and some new material in preparation for a set I’ll be performing on Thursday evening at Humber, organized and put on by some of the b’ys in my class. (If anyone’s interested…)
I spent the weekend away from the comedy scene, which was very relieving though I certainly didn’t lack the provision of comic relief, showing up in Ottawa with a voice no louder than a whisper. Listen kids, if you’ve got a cold, stay home and treat it. Otherwise people will mock you relentlessly and you’ll only have sign language to defend yourself as a result.
I’m currently writing a paper about Peter Pan Syndrome and realizing that I have it pretty fiercely. I mean, I know I constantly mock man-boys whenever I get the chance, but I’m afraid to say it… I think I may be a lady-girl. Everyone in Ottawa I hung out with this weekend seems so figured out. Here in Toronto, most everyone I meet are where I was when I started out in Ottawa. There’s this whole no-man’s-land gap between both social groups. Why has it taken me 8 years to end up somewhere I should have been? Am I caught in some kind of strange time-loop? Are these the ramblings of a lunatic? Can I get my eggs over-hard please? No pepper.
Whatever. I don’t care that it’s taken me 8 years to get here. This is where I belong. I know that.