Okay, I know, I have been completely MISSING (if anyone noticed, that is!) for the last five days. I actually left Tuesday evening for Toronto, which was a 1 day and 23 hr trip that became a 2 day and 7 hr trip from where I now live, by bus. I had less than 12 hrs to get everything I left there sorted and repacked and look at the places that I will probably never visit again, as it is a chapter of my life that I was closing, for good!
I had this great plan to eat my heart out, as anyone who knows me knows that my existence revolves around food and then like... books and stuff comes after. But, of course, my breakfast at Timmy's gives me food poisoning. Yes, I did consider murder but at the time I wasn't sure if it was the fried rice I just had an hour before or the Timmy's food, so I had to toss my fab tai rice ;_; and forgo eating anything else should I body vomit my stomach with everything else. Thanks, but no thanks.
To console my spirits which fell into the pits of despair, which, I kid you not, it did. (No, I do not exaggerate that food is really the center of my universe...) I forlornly wondered the mall and wondered if I shall ever be happy again. My one working bank machine was now off-limits and I was saddened to see that I could no longer withdraw money. So, I wondered...
Aimlessly...
Till, I thought, hell with it, I'm going to buy myself something. It turned out that something was a pair of 120 dollar, leather pumps. Yes, it was overpriced... but they were comfy and pretty and I was no longer forlorn! (And did I mention I just found out that I got my tax returned! Thank, freakin' GOD!)
Anyway, then I bought myself a pair of new yoga pants, because my old sweats that were mismatched at the legs needed to go (people were starting to stare at my over-big tee and my unfashionable pants... and probably snickering behind my back. I wouldn't blame them but it didn't make me any happier, it just dampened my mood.) So after yoga pants, I threw out the ratty t-shirt I had already discarded - it had small holes that foretold its doom long before the trip - and my dryer-slayed pants into the garbage. Good riddance, it was where they belonged! Then I was semi-cute again and swung around the mall, looking for more things to buy. But, alas, the expensive clothing store I went to had nothing I wanted - but I did dampen the mood of that over-enthusiastic, and rather too complimentary sales girl, who was too agreeable to actually be sincere (despite the fact that, yes, I am rather cute in everything I try on, but really, she was trying too hard to please and her smile was just a little fake). Dude, I may be in tees and yoga pants, but who in their right mind would wear nice clothes when they knew they were in another bout of bus travels for almost two-days with unwashed self and unwashed other bodies?! Granted, I did BEG a shower from my old landlord so I will not disgust you with my unwashed self that wasn't really unwashed by then...
Anyways.
Let's just say a lot of sales people ignored me, despite the fact that I: a) Have more money than the stupid teens that cart around their PARENT'S credit cards and b) Was looking to buy something. In the end I decided, screw their snobby attitudes. If I wanted to buy expansive ass jeans over 100 bucks, I'm doing it in NYC where people with snobbish attitudes have a bit more reason than a mall on the edges of Toronto. And hell, I probably wouldn't spend money in NYC if that were the case, but at least I know their clients actually pay them more to actually have a freakin' attitude to begin with! And, hey, no taxes where I live...
So I bit my thumb at them and went on my way with my 120 dollar shoes that were without beautiful pants for a partner or beautiful top for a friend, but I'll have more money to spend next time I go to a city anyway, so screw you Yorkdale mall! I only buy from nice sales people who disregard whether or not I walk around with a hiking back pack and t-shirt and yoga-pants and hair still wet from shower. I will spend my money on them who are nice than you who are fake! BEEOTCH!
Okay.
Just wanted to get that out of my system.
Oh, and I met five different people for the five nights I was gone. Weird! And I bought and finished Stardust on the bus ride home and reread The Prophet which was as beautiful as the first time I read it... if not more so now. Strange, I bought six things for the six days I was gone.... Huh.
Anywho, symbolisms aside, it was a great trip. Well, food poisoning aside, it was a great trip. And, I finally got a nice pair of comfy pumps to take me to great places. Shoes after all are the homes for your feet ;)
This week is: Speak to lawyer, go to orientation, hand in needed documents, visit border and get visa week. So, yes, more travels, more phone calls, more hectic-ness... and next Monday, if all things work out, there is this thing called Work! If not, there's this thing called school!
Which ever one works out. Most likely work. If all else fails, school.
I don't know how I do it either.
And I'm BACK!
Sort of.
More to come....
TBC.
Ciao, my friends.
cheerful
sleepy
excited
creative