So I lied.
Soooo this is an in-between "i've got nothing to do" post.
It's strange being all alone in my aunts house. SHe lives right above the subway, and once every ten minutes or so the house will rattle and shake and do all thta....scary stuff. When she first moved in me (being from BC) thought that it was an earthquake, and subsequently freaked out. Not so much anymore.
Yesterday Lisa and I went ot the Eton centre for some last minute shopping. I bought (yet another) toothbrush (it's rather sad how excited i get about cleaning my teeth. I get all giddy when i get a new toothbrush...) and some flannel pj pants. I left my plaid ones back home somehow. lisa bought a bunch of stuff and, as we were leaving, got picked up by this random guy. She actually stopped and talked to him, too, until i practically DRAGGED her away. He wasn't even cute.
--->why don't I get picked up?
--------> Probably because of the perpetual scowl on your face.
Not that it matters. WHatever will she do, without me there to protect her from alll the creeps on the subway?
Actually, on the ride home there was this massively FAT man staring at her. I looked at him (my father was right: nobody on teh subway looks at eachother. And if they do it makes you WONDER...), and then he began to stare at me. Creeped me out like you would not believe.
But anyway
Toronto is infinately colder and dirtier than i remember it to be. I used to pretend it was like, the pinnacle of urban sophistication...and now i know it's not. I belong in Vancouver, now. And yet I'm going to Wales....
It's strange: I never thought that this day would come. Or...i dunno. I'm so incredibly ready and so NOT ready. I guess this is part of the whole 'experience' thing.
My aunt gave me the run-down on culture shock - what to expect, how long to expect it for...etc. MAN am i thankful for that.
45 mins. left. I'll email everyone asap...
aaand yeah.
Wish me luck....
Soooo this is an in-between "i've got nothing to do" post.
It's strange being all alone in my aunts house. SHe lives right above the subway, and once every ten minutes or so the house will rattle and shake and do all thta....scary stuff. When she first moved in me (being from BC) thought that it was an earthquake, and subsequently freaked out. Not so much anymore.
Yesterday Lisa and I went ot the Eton centre for some last minute shopping. I bought (yet another) toothbrush (it's rather sad how excited i get about cleaning my teeth. I get all giddy when i get a new toothbrush...) and some flannel pj pants. I left my plaid ones back home somehow. lisa bought a bunch of stuff and, as we were leaving, got picked up by this random guy. She actually stopped and talked to him, too, until i practically DRAGGED her away. He wasn't even cute.
--->why don't I get picked up?
--------> Probably because of the perpetual scowl on your face.
Not that it matters. WHatever will she do, without me there to protect her from alll the creeps on the subway?
Actually, on the ride home there was this massively FAT man staring at her. I looked at him (my father was right: nobody on teh subway looks at eachother. And if they do it makes you WONDER...), and then he began to stare at me. Creeped me out like you would not believe.
But anyway
Toronto is infinately colder and dirtier than i remember it to be. I used to pretend it was like, the pinnacle of urban sophistication...and now i know it's not. I belong in Vancouver, now. And yet I'm going to Wales....
It's strange: I never thought that this day would come. Or...i dunno. I'm so incredibly ready and so NOT ready. I guess this is part of the whole 'experience' thing.
My aunt gave me the run-down on culture shock - what to expect, how long to expect it for...etc. MAN am i thankful for that.
45 mins. left. I'll email everyone asap...
aaand yeah.
Wish me luck....
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