You know you're in montreal when....

Have you ever been channel surfing on tv, REALLY bored and come accross Just For Laughs Gags and thought... well, this is better than NOTHING... soon to be proven wrong by how bloody irritating the show is? Well I have. And I'm sorry to say that I have contributed.

Today while going to the metro I walked into a situation so predictably a gag that only one as naive as I would fall for it. The gist of the gag is this: An obviously blind man stands at the edge of a park and calls the unsuspecting pedestrian over (ME). HE then asks them to watch his suitcase while he goes to the washroom. So far, sktechy, but nothing obviously amiss. So he comes out with a ridiculously long piece of toilet paper stuck on the back of his pants. (this is where I think: Fuck. Im on tv.) The victim is then asked to remove it, which proves difficult to do as it seems to be an unending supply coming from the mans pants. This is the part where I refuse to play along any more. I keep trying to hand him the paper and he keeps trying to get me to pull it. Eventually he stops the act and asks me to pleaaaase keep going because, surprise, Im on tv. Im thinking, no fuck sherlock and no fucking way. Anyways, I convince him I really AM in a hurry so he lets me leave. Not before some guy runs at me with some sort of waiver which I am only NOW realising that I did NOT read.... but DID sign.

So yes. I am now part of Montreal culture, willingly or not.

Go me.

So here I am.

In Montreal.

I am comfortably established in a wonderful appartment. It properly feels like home (all it needs is a little Rhonda). My room is my own. It's full of colour and I'm surrounded by all of my favorite things. Viki and I have spent the last few days in a blur of music, food and decorating. We have no tv yet so we've amused ourselves by watching our neighbours. Our Kitchen looks over a sort of couryard surrounded by other appartments. There's the "hot shirtless guys" appartment. We dont really know if they are good looking in any way, they're too far away. All we know is that they never wear shirts and, thanks to Katherine, we can never carry on a proper conversation with. Katherine, god bless her, called out to them during a yelled conversation accross the parking lot: "So, I guess you guys haven't unpacked your shirts yet, eh?" Viki and I, having also indulged slighty in the devil's drink, collapsed into laughter on our balcony, further insuring our permanent alienation.

We had the next door neighbour over for dinner and he ate all of our leftovers. heh... boys...


I'm so comfortable right now in my little abode that the thought of starting school in a week is odd. We need to have a housewarming party.

You now see why I havent updated in a while... I clearly have nothing to say.

oh noes!!!

Too many effing books!

do I take my favorite childhood ones? the ones I've read a thousand times? the ones I've only read once but wouldnt mind reading again? Can I take them all??? ahh!!!!!!!


Over the years my brother and I shared many books. WHen one of us received a book at christmas it might as well have been a gift to the both of us. As a result, he an I went into aggressive negotiation as to who owned what. Series we agreed to leave at home. That means I have to leave Harry Potter behind.... boo. I'd like to bring my Tamora Pierce collection just because they were my favorites for so long but I have so many of them... I Cant just bring one or two... And then theres the Pierce Anthony. I'd like to bring some of his because they're just so fucked up and weird but I havent read any in a while so they'd mostly just be on display.... Thats not to speak of the TONS of Eion Colpher, Phillip Pullman, Jean Little, Farley Mowat and all the other authors I read growing up.

rahh!!!

I have room for about another... 5? 10 books? Which to choose!??!?

"Underwear and music, all a girl really needs"

-Shanan Titus

She said that in response to my pre-work shopping spree. I woke up at the crack of 9am and decided to go into Ottawa early before starting work at noon. I bought, as the title implies, underwear and music. It was fun to have time for me, even if it was just an hour and a half.

I'd still be in a good mood (despite 9 hour shift) if it werent for my bloody family. I had to waste 10$ taking a taxi home from the middle of nowhere because after waiting 10 minutes, my mother went home (had she waiting an extra 5 I would have been there). It's not like I forced her to be there either... If she didnt want to drive me I would have waiting an extra hour at rideau and saved myself ten dollars that I didnt need to spend. Not a word to me when I get home either. I met my dad in the driveway on my way in and instead of gee, why did you have to take a taxi home? or how was work? or even, god forbid, Hi!, I get "someone keeps breaking the garage door". THen he complains about how no one has fixed the garage door openner thats been broken for 3 weeks. I told him I didnt know the first thing about fixing the thing. According to him, its pretty obvious just by looking at it. You know what, I DID look at it. It looked exactly the same it always does.If it was so damn obvious then why cant HE fix it? Last I checked, he lived here too. Not that you could tell, he's never home. Now Im pissed off, hungry, tired and crying. Neither of my parents said a word to me and only wished me a goodnight AFTER I told them I'd put the dog to bed, goodnight. And thats the only thing they said.

I don't want to work another fucking 9 hours tomorrow. I have to get up in 7 hours... joy.

Read previous post first.

But an actual not sarcastic thanks to Viki for making up for it.

I missed yoooooooooouuuuu!!!!

Of asswipes.

Some people have the most impressive ability to make you feel like shit.

Thanks for that, I REALLY needed it.