Time is starting to move a lot faster now that I’ve received an interview date from the US Consulate in Montreal.

I’ve got so much to do and so little time. This would all be more enjoyable if the weather was better.  (maybe i should have some cheese with my whine?)

So here’s a list (sorry if this may be boring)

• Figure out what I’m taking to the USA with me and what needs to be donated or put in storage
• Finish recording the song I’m working on with Brian.
• Find a job down in Mass… luckily I still have my job up in MTL so the situation isn’t completely dire yet
• Enjoy the sights, smells, tastes and sounds of the Montreal area since I won’t be able to come visit for at least a year.
• Prepare for my visa interview (make copies of everything, get my physical, get passport photos, find an interview outfit).
• Play some video games since they help me relax (Legend of Mana, Rune Factory, etc).
• Go to Otakuthon in Montreal with my bro at the end of July (anime manga mania).

I also got to attend Fiesta in Gloucester, MA and it was pretty awesome, irregardless of the crappy weather. Ate fried dough, fresh lemonade, fresh cut fries, lotsa pizza and italian cookies. An event like this is not to be missed if you’re in the area (or within a 6 hour drive radius).

I feel like the past few weeks have sped by in a blur. A blur of events, new roads, new unions and a battle between rain and sun. I still can’t believe I managed to attend 2 weddings, within 2 weeks in 2 different countries. Both wonderful and special in their own way and I’m so glad I was invited to share with them their special day.

I finally was able to see No Doubt perform live at the Bell Center and they certainly did not dissapoint. Non-stop dancing, all killer no filler. This was one of the bands that inspired me as a lost 15 year old to want to join a band. My brother came with me and you should’ve seen the look of excitement on his face, expecially when Paramore was onstage. It happily reminded me of myself 10 years ago, when I was beyond enthrallment each time I attended a show. As the years went on shows became less special and more a routine of life. But seeing my brother’s reaction and the band I’d been waiting almost 13 years to see perform live, rekindled something long lost inside me (as cheeseball as that sounds). Perhaps it was only a temporary reaction to something nostalgic, irregardless it felt nice to be lost in it at least for a little while.