my perfect cousin
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2004.11.11
Today I meet with Kate, my cousin (not to be confused with my g/f Kate*). She's on her way to a career as a stage actress, and seems to be very happy with her program. Not just happy with the program, but generally happy and pretty much together. Actually, it sounds like a brutally tough course, but she's a smart kid. Now I know that I have no fewer than three cousins who managed a 90%+ average in school. Rather shames my 80% average in grade 12, which was a fncking miracle at that.
*I took that Kate to meet my friend Chako. Chako thought, when seeing me with young Kate that I had a new girlfriend. When I pointed out that this Kate was 18, she was shocked. It's true, the kid has a mature look.