Tub Dreaming - A Return

Hey Abyss,

Look, I know its been a while buddy but I have concluded that there is really no point in my writing about my progress in school. It would get repetitive and boring, and on a side note the training at NTS is one that cannot described. So I come to you with news of my return.

I am going to be making weekly entry's now that, one, I have time due to the ending of school for the summer, and, two, I am heading back to Halifax for job hunting! So lets dive in:

Today is my 4th day in my empty apartment. The only things to keep me busy are my cats, a computer with limited internet connection and a newly polished off 4kg container of peanut butter. Sounds like a ballin' time eh? I have been sleeping in my bathtub because my bed has been moved to my new apartment, that is about a half hour away, and I have slowly been packing my ONE bag with the essentials that I think I am going to need for 4 months.

This past week has been an eventful one full of much drama and learning. I will start off with my Monday of last week which started with me falling down Mount Royal and having my hand crushed and splitting my pinkie open. After a trip to the emergency room, with help from a man I had just met that night, I was back in my apartment with a stitched hand and a now lost iPod. Needless to say, I have learned to not drink 6 litres of Heineken and go rock climbing after a Canadian Solider, the guy who helped me, has told me not to.

My hand was pretty swollen earlier this week and so I could do nothing for myself, and I mean nothing.

Picture personal things, yeah those I couldn't do either.

So I needed a lot of help and was surprised by the amount of people who called and offered to help my in any way they could. Except with the personal things.

On Wednesday two of my friends helped me move all my furniture over to one of the three apartments I am currently paying for.

A quote : "You always know who your friends are when you see who shows up after you ask for help moving." Jesse LaVercombe.

I was happy to get that all done in less then two hours, but had forgotten that now I had nothing in my apartment which has made for, as mentioned earlier, a grand 'ol time.

Let's just say I think that my cats and I know each other really well now.

My hand has slowly been healing and if you follow my Twitter or Facebook you can see the damage as of yesterday. It reminds me of Frankenstein.

Always an attractive feature to have when appealing to women.

I am leaving for home on wednesday night of this week coming and am stoked to see my family again, although my dear mother laughed at me when I called her and told her what happened on the mountain. It will be nice to have a home cooked meal, or at least a free trip to MacDonalds. I am excited to see all my friends and catch up with people who I have missed for the 8 months I have been here. And most importantly getting some more acting work!

I am praying, for my student loan sake, that this summer will be lucrative and I can make some money and get a decent amount of coverage again. I feel so out of the loop with my city and I am anxious to get back and start annoying people with my public appearances.

I don't want to prattle on for too long but hopefully this has answered the question as to why I have not been writing. And if you have any other questions for me put them in the comment box below.

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Peace Abyss.

25 cents for a warm feeling.

I never thought that I would be so anxious for school to start. Alas, I am.

I am excited to meet new people and just start to push myself again. Routine is a must with Wayne.

Audition update: They are still casting for the educational video.

Life is going at a good pace as per usual. We had a hurricane here the other day and I was without power for a bit. I was able to discover what it is like to shower blind and in the cold. An experience that I would have probably never have been able to experience otherwise. So thanks hurricane.

My car was also affected by the hurricane. Nothing dire, other than the fact that my muffler now sounds like it is missing. You know those people who drive down the road like a bat out of hell with the crappiest sounding muffler or lack there of and you always yell at them, "GET A MUFFLER!!"

I am now the recipient of those phrases.

The awful part is that I just had a new muffler installed so I am at a loss. Damn hurricane.

But I guess the positive thing is that I still have a house and my eyes and at least a muffler of some kind.

Today was my day off so I slept in till noon and then woke up and went to get shaving cream. That is about the extent of my day. Shaving was a priority but shower was not.

I also, in my post sleep state, went to my first laundromat. It was a rather interesting experience.

I always judge when I need to do laundry by the amount of clean underwear I have left. Now to fully understand the desperation of my need for clean clothes you have to understand how much underwear I have.

I have a lot.

I was getting low so I felt it was definitely time.

I walked in and there was only one person there; the owner. She was an interesting woman who looked about late thirties. She was middle eastern and she greeted me with a smile saying. "You have the place to yourself!"

I took her kind words of solitude as a sign that I could be friendly with her and I admitted that I had never partook the laundromat thing before. She reassured me that it was easy and we shared a moment watching the dry cycles of my underwear go round and round. I pictured her seeing some weird things in her time here.

The laundromat was of typical appearance except for the glorious Mrs. Pacman arcade game at the back of the room. I was in love. It was this moment that I decided that if I ever made enough money I would buy this machine off of this woman and give her more than she wants for it for her generosity of helping me wash my sweaters. I feel that is only fair.

Needless to say I washed all my clothes for under 10 bucks. I was happy and underwear laden again.

There is nothing like warm clean clothes.