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Me? Self-indulgent?

Never.

A lot has happened since I last updated this blog. Most prominent in my mind are: the run of Hamlet’s Dorm; applying to law schools; getting accepted to law schools (three: U of T, Osgoode Hall and UBC. And all in a four-day span); working on a new play with Scott. Like I said, a lot. I’ll write about it later

I really hope that, since I’m writing this in the “code” window, WordPress doesn’t fuck with my formatting.

Nick’s gone home for Christmas, so I have the apartment all to myself. You’d think that this would mean I’d have people over, play music loudly, rehearse my lines - stuff that I, you know, wouldn’t do when he was here, because I like to be a good roommate. Well, you’d be wrong (except for the playing music bit. I am playing music, just not loudly. Well, maybe loudly. You’d have to ask my neighbours about that).

I got fish and chips for dinner tonight from the local place. I remember Steve Dadds (or was it Galen?) telling me that they made the best fish ‘n’ chips he’d ever had. I guess management changed. I mean, they were all right, but they weren’t the best. You have to understand, I’m very attached to the place around the corner from my parents’ place, Art’s. They make the best fish ‘n’ chips of anywhere I know (although I’ve heard Hutch’s is pretty good, according to Robyn. And you can drink wine from a paper cup through a straw), and the portions they give you are absolutely ridiculous. I don’t think we’ve ever finished an order, which is too bad since fish ‘n’ chips don’t really keep the next morning the same way that pizza or Chinese or Indian food does. Anyway, the fish ‘n’ chips tie into the Nick thing, because we always said that we were going to get them but then we never did, and now I feel like I’ve betrayed him in some slight way.

When I was 8 (or 7 or 9 or however old I was), my brother and I had been playing through the Secret of Mana for SNES on cooperative, and we’d gotten to the last boss but we couldn’t beat him. For the life of us we could not kill that goddamn dragon. We must have tried twenty times to kill that fucker, but each time he’d get the better of us. Anyhow, one day Chris was away (I forget where - maybe I was sick home from school, or he had a piano lesson or something) and I decided I was going to beat that cocksucker of a final boss all on my own. And I did. And then I watched the ending of the game, and I felt like I had somehow cheapened the experience because I’d done it without Chris. We’d worked there together, and then for whatever stupid, selfish, 8-year-old reason I went and beat it on my own.

When people ask me if there’s anything in my life that I regret doing (or not doing), I always tell that story. Out of everything I’ve ever done, that’s probably what I regret most. Beating that game without my little brother. Would I find doing the same thing now stupid and petty? Sure. I doubt I’d feel that deep sense of betrayal and regret, but that’s how being 8 is I guess.

Anyhow, that’s kind of how I feel about getting those fish and chips without Nick. We’d worked our way to those fish ‘n’ chips through our 4 months of living on Locke, and then out of curiosity/hunger/laziness I went and ate them on my own.

And they weren’t even that good.

Oh well.

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