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[6/10/2001 7:47:53 PM | Cale Fisher] Well, it's been awhile yet again. My mom and I are still fighting and she cut off my internet, my high speed internet. :( So I'm pissed and I've been hanging out alot at my aunt's house. I'll probably be here all summer as soon as my exams end. But oh well, I like it here anyway and my sister's living her now too. Last week to my surprise, Mila handed me a letter just before writers' workshop. Apparently she did a google search for Phyllis Webb and one of the pages that came up was this one, since I mentioned her a while back. At first, she didn't know it was my page, but she read the about me section. So, yeah, I've been outed. It's good though, I've actually been planning on telling her. And she hasn't really said much about it so I'm assuming she has no problems. This makes her the first of my non-internet friends who know. Tomorrow as long as it doesn't rain Kinczyk is taking the writers' workshop on a mystery tour of the school campus. It's lead by the head janitor and we've been promised catwalks and catacombs and have been warned that climbing is involved. Some of us are planning on dressing up as tourists, flowers shirts and leys and I'll be bringing a camera. I'm anticipating very good times. Um, what else? Friday I went to see "evolution" at Westmount with Cherisse, John, Sam, Joe, Steph (nice Steph), and Studley (other John). It was good times. Cherisse is amazing! She actually made the drive to London fun--I haven't laughed that much in a long time. Sam was yelling out the window, saying hello to people and she yelled at a guy in an orange shirt. Then when we were in the mall we saw him and Cherisse yelled out "Hey, it's orange shirt guy!" and he looked at us strangely. It was fun. On the way back a cat ran in front of us and we just missed hitting it, but a van coming from the other direction got him. It sucked. We had to pull over for a while before Cherisse could drive again. But besides that, the rest of the evening was fun. Oh, and speaking fo cats, mine came home a week ago. He showed up at our door in the morning and hasn't left since. [6/28/2001 11:53:38 PM | Cale Fisher] I've been terrible with the updating lately. Now that school's done, I actually have a social life again. A quick rundown of the last week: Sunday - Benefit concert for Heather at Burty Bobs II...in total, over 4000 dollars were raised. Following the concert myself, John, Sherisse, and Chantelle watched movies until 2am Tuesday - John, Sherisse, and me planned on biking the wine route tour (to hawkes cliff, through port bruce, to sparta and back to st. thomas), but we underestimated how far it was. We took a shortcut to Sparta where we met Mel and spent the afternoon driving around. Wednesday - Woke up at 4am to go fishing at Port Bruce with John, Sherisse, and Mel. Two hours at Port Bruce with no bights, went back to Mel's house and fished in her pond, catching many small fish. Returned to my house to watch movies. Thursday - Students' council meeting in the morning, spent the afternoon reading and writing emails So that's the condensed version of this week so far. Things are weird at home. We're talking, but we're not talking. It's sort of like a business arrangement. We discuss things like money, but nothing else, staying out of each other's way. My mom's having a barbecue this weekend and has said I could invite some friends. I just ignored her because I know if I bring anyone I'll just end up embarrassed when she gets drunk and starts a fight or something. The new neighbours are coming too. It'll be their first encounter...and I suspect their last. AI opens tomorrow and I'll probably end up going. I've been in a mad movie pattern lately. So school's finally over and i'm depressed about that. I've been telling myself I need to do things, trying to be productive, searchign for anything that can give me a purpose for the day. The last time I saw Studley was last Friday. I probably won't see him again until September, but I can't stop thinking about him. He gave me his phone number, but I'm too chicken to use it. If I called, I wouldn't know what to say and probably blurt out something really stupid. Things are becoming less and less fun for me and I don't know why. Reading doesn't feel the same anymore, tv sucks, music is seeming repetitive. I've been sleeping way more than usual too. Since school's ended, I have days when I feel great and days when I feel like crap, with very little medium inbetween. I can't explain it...but it doesn't matter because tomorrow I'll be in high spirits again. Strange, though. Not much else to say at this point...I'll try to update more