Oh, Wayne.

I went to view an apartment last night because I want to move out. Well, I'm dabbling with the idea of moving out. I really want to, but don't really want to give all my money away when I have a perfectly good place to live. And I haven't even been spending any time at home anyway, because I sleep at Jesse's almost day of the week. I probably only sleep at home maybe once every two weeks. Anyway, the apartment.

The ad read something like, "Two bedrooms, Cathedral area. Claw foot bathtub, newly refinished hardwood floors, fireplace, open space. In a house with four apartments, yours would be the whole main floor." Doesn't this sound lovely? The price tag was eight hundred dollars a month, which is definitely at the top of my budget, but I wasn't opposed to the idea of having a really great place for a little extra money.

I fantasized all day about what the apartment would look like. I went between being really giddy, to that feeling when you're falling in your dreams. I didn't have any grandiose ideas about what the place would look like. Well, maybe a little, but I'm a realist so I didn't let that get ahold of me. I watch too much HGTV. At the very least I expected the place to be clean. HA. Apparently that's too much to ask for eight hundred dollars a month. After I left the place I took a shower. Literally.

The bathroom had about three different kinds of linoleum in it and the door wouldn't close all the way because the toilet was in the way. There were brown water spots all over the roof. The kitchen was in two parts (part one had an old stove, sink and then you walked out and to the back porch for part two which consisted of a fridge and creepy dishwasher) both of which could have kit comfortably in my closet. The living room was okay*. It had laminate flooring and nice baseboards and open heat grates. But you can't live in a living room. Both of the bedrooms were probably too small to fit a double bed and the main bedroom had a fireplace. I don't think you'd be able to light any fires though, because you're bed would go up in flames.

I was in and out in about five minutes, maybe less. Regina, why you gotta be like that?!



*Okay is being very nice. I think it was just nice in comparison to the rest of the house.

My Trip In Nutshells.

Ottawa:

I sleep in, eat salad with balsamic vinegarette for lunch. Everyone comes home and we eat. Late. Watching the Olympics and talking about hockey, which I don't really know how to do yet. But I'm learning. Chippy. We go to Valentine's Day and I talk loudly on a bus. Buckley tells me to shut up and then runs away like Gandalf. I win at scrabble, I win at scrabble, Clair wins at scrabble, I pout on the couch.

Montreal:

Cute little hostel with the mismatched sheets and seperate entrance. French boys in the hallway speaking to each other. Pee Pee in the alley, trying to remember what Faith said. Drunken girls on the corner after dollar beer night. Buying raisin glossettes and more cheap beer. Robert lives in the Second Cup. Wood Pigeon play and Faith smokes three cigarettes to my one half of a grape primetime. There's a Polish Jew named Brian and his friend with the pleather coat. We leave an impossibly drunk Faith in the snow and slide into a cab.

Possibly the richest pasta ever. Wet socks. Chocolate crepe, with bananas and strawberries. Walking down a slope, hoping not to fall. Metro ride. Second story apartments and Hasidic Jews. Hasidic Jews running with their fur hats and tiny ringlets. With their baguettes and cute little kids. Clair tells me I look like a hick and we visit a bookstore. Shopping, shopping, McDonalds, AVATAR. Another lazy cab ride home.

"Mr. Darcy said very little and Mr. Hurst nothing at all. The former was divided between admiration of the brilliancy which exercise had given to her complexion, and doubt as to the occasion's justifying her coming so far alone. The latter was thinking only of his breakfast." - Jane Austen
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I Should've Had Barq's. Barq's Has Bite.

I've been having the most pleasant week. I had supper and movie watching with McKenzie on Wednesday, and last night Kate, Aimee and I went to East Side Marios and had delicious delicious food. And tonight I'm going to go home and hang out with my mom. Hopefully she doesn't start a fight with me because that's all we've been doing lately. Fighting. It's pretty lame. She wants me to come home more often and help out with Sam (the dog) more, but everytime I do go home all she wants to do is bark at me over every little thing. It's annoying and makes me not want to go home. Vicious cycle much?

Anyway, I've been sitting at my desk for a little over two hours now and I'm not quite sure how I came upon this, but it's really giving me the heebie-jeebies (sp?). Apparently abandoned amusement parks in Asia just do that to a person...
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I Wish I May.

I had a very scary weekend. Needless to say, I'll never do that again.

I should finish reading all of my books instead of looking up useless information. Like, did you know that there is a helium shortage? Well, there is. And it has nothing to do with these two pictures:

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Can You Hula?

When I grow up I'm going to have a clothes line. My neighbour has one and she even hangs up her clothes in the winter. I don't know how I feel about that. Probably how I feel about hanging up your underwear outside. Not good.Tonight I'm going to Mckenzie's house for pizza, chats and a movie! I'm so excited... I'd be more excited though were it not for the biting hunger pains and the thought of my walk home.

Also, if I'm good for one entire year, starting today, Paul Barnby will send me to Hawaii. Oh, and I trained a man-ceptionist today. That's a man who is a receptionist. He seems nice.
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Dentistry.

I had to go to the dentist today. I had to get my teeth cleaned and a check-up. I have one cavity that I'm getting fixed on St. Patrick's Day. Also, I have a shitty, shitty wisdom tooth that won't come out so I have to have oral surgery to remove it. I'm not looking forward to it, but I talked about it with Alyson today and she said that she was so high all she remembers was counting ceiling tiles and then a purple bird flew out the window. That doesn't sound so bad. The bill does though. Yikes. Hopefully my plan through work covers most of it.

Today, while I was covering off lunch at our other building, a man walked into the bathroom and proceeded to sing at the top of his lungs until he was finished in there, then walked off like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Also, Tina Fey is going to be on the cover of Vogue in March. I love her.

West Africa.

I've been digging tattoos lately. If I were to get a tattoo, I know exactly what I'd get, and where I'd get it. That's just something I've been thinking about lately.

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Cute As A Button.

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