We did a fry up because we all drunk a lot of wine last night. Tet, Alex, Chris, Ed and I all walked along the canal and then went to play in a playground. I believe it's Shoreditch park to be exact. And I realised that I don't have the stomach to swing. I was swing champ in gr. 4 but last night it made me nauseous and no, it wasn't just the booze. But to be perfectly honest, I didn't feel bad today in the slightest.
And last night, whilst drinking the wine, Chris and I had our own dance party in the kitchen as the others ate their lamb. We had already been out for dinner and had already consumed one bottle of white. I haven't had a sip of alcohol in two weeks, minus Thursday when I finally saw my friend Andrew. I hadn't seen him since October.
And Canada is booked. 1 September. 6pm. We land. 7:30pm. I get a double cheeseburger.
If you're a Canadian friend and want to hang out, drop me an email. You can meet Chris. He's English and house trained.
Saturday 28 July 2007
more
Wow. It's sunny in England (London). This is amazing. No. Astonishing. Amidst the floods and rain and cold. This has been my coldest, wettest summer thus far in my life but also my most responsible, mature, summer of love.
I am achingly professional now in the job scope. I had my first "entertain a journalist with a posh breakfast" yesterday morning which went exceptionally well. Love a bit of breakfast at the Wolesley, next to the Ritz on a Friday morning. A consumate professional (ironically because I've been trying to spell the word consumate as my mac is telling me it's spelt wrong and I've F12ed it and it can't find it and I'm now too lazy to google).
Ok and writing all that has prevented me from eating breakfast with my housemates/Ed.
I'll continue post brunch.
I am achingly professional now in the job scope. I had my first "entertain a journalist with a posh breakfast" yesterday morning which went exceptionally well. Love a bit of breakfast at the Wolesley, next to the Ritz on a Friday morning. A consumate professional (ironically because I've been trying to spell the word consumate as my mac is telling me it's spelt wrong and I've F12ed it and it can't find it and I'm now too lazy to google).
Ok and writing all that has prevented me from eating breakfast with my housemates/Ed.
I'll continue post brunch.
Tuesday 24 July 2007
run
Every morning before work I have this bizzare routine i.e. I'm a head case blah blah blah. Let me literally walk you through it:
I get up and shower whatever, that's not important. I walk to the bus stop which is around the corner from my house and sometimes it's right there and I think that I'm lucky, but sometimes I need to wait for ten minutes which is about the same amount of time it would take for me to walk to the tube but I'm lazy. And just as we're about to the turn the corner of the roudabout, right before my stop I think "what would happen if I just stayed on the bus" (I like just sitting) but then it stops and I get off because I'm boring. I get on Victoria line at Highbury and Islington, and usually allow pushy people to billow past me even though I'm in equal rush, but they're c-u-n-ts and yes I spell it out in my head as I am pushed, it makes me feel better about my helpless situation. I get on the tube, sometimes sweaty, sometimes empty. I still don't understand why there isn't any congruence between days. If it's sweaty I pray it won't stop in the tunnel like it did that fateful day around three weeks ago, and if it's quiet, I again pray it won't stop in the tunnel. Sometimes I think that I"m going to be early for work, then we get stopped at Euston station for 10 minutes and I'm perfectly on time for work. Anyway, I get off a Oxford circus and take the street exit. And as I'm riding the escalator up to exit, I always think about riding the tube drunk, this is because of the star wars posters everywhere and I know one of the jedi's personally and Chris, Tet and I rode the tube drunk once and haha, a storm trooper poster was looking straight at us, and we thought haha, that's our friend, but really, he's a jedi, not a stormtrooper. And Heman is in this week's Time Out, being a jedi. He's a prize!! Ok, I'm really silly which paralys into point two. Chris just came in and interrupted me with his guitar playing and now I'm blasting new Interpol through headphones and I will eventually go deaf because of him and my 17 year old lifestyle which consisted of Alexisonfire every other night. Really, this all parlays into my final point. Ok, so I'm exiting and thinking about riding the tube drunk at 8:45am, but then I think about the impending work that I have to do, and the things that I forgot to do the day before which are rarely anything because I'm angelic. And as I'm walking to the office from Oxford circus, well, really I"m on argyle st. now and don't have to walk along the busy bits, but I passed Liberty today which was having it's flowers delivered and I wanted a bouquet of stolen roses for myself! But I was good and kept walking but thought about if others thought I looked like a suspicious character but then ultimately decided that clearly I don't because every time I've gone to a gig and they search everyone else's bag, mine is never searched because I have one of those faces, those faces with chubby cheeks and perfect teeth i.e. a good samaritan. So I'm on Regent st. now and it's not too busy but buses come from different directions and I pretend that if I lived on near Clapham Common I would take the 88 to work, as well as Camden, I would take the C2 etc. Now I'm on Conduit after crossing Regent well, J walking which can usually be really easy but today there were scary motorcycles. So I'm now walking down Conduit thinking about mildly profound things, profound for 8:50am. It's more about my physical appearance and if I'm dressed well that day, my hair and the weird way it blows now that I have fringe, my smell, if I sweated out of my mascara which I day throughout the day anyway. And I see business men who are exceptionally well dressed in London and they carry umbrellas even when it isn't raining and I pass Vivienne Westwood where there's always a crowd of people who stand outstand because the woman who is in charge, not Vivienne herself, although her and I have discussed brownies (we actually really have!) is always late. And I think my walk is moderately uninspired, and then I trip. Today I tripped because the shoes I was wearing a a titch too big, and I hit a pothole but I don't even care, and slightly smile because it's a funny way to break this inner monologue that happens in my head everyday now! and I think that these smartly dressed men look at me to see my reaction, but I have none other than that was sort of funny, but let's see if I'll remember it later today, which evidently I did, so maybe it's a bigger deal than I had initially thought since I'm dwelling on it now and defending my reaction right now, and my reaction then. And then I turn the corner at Burberry and I arrive at the office and I turn off my monologue and head upstairs and am the essence of PR.
But this inner monologue is the strangest thing but I'm thinking maybe it will stop once they change the advertising on the escalators up, but if that happens and it doesn't exist, I will cherish those 15 minutes in my head because those are my only minutes until just after 6pm when I tube home, which strangely enough, doesn't consist of an inner monologue, mostly the repetition of fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck c-u-n-t
I get up and shower whatever, that's not important. I walk to the bus stop which is around the corner from my house and sometimes it's right there and I think that I'm lucky, but sometimes I need to wait for ten minutes which is about the same amount of time it would take for me to walk to the tube but I'm lazy. And just as we're about to the turn the corner of the roudabout, right before my stop I think "what would happen if I just stayed on the bus" (I like just sitting) but then it stops and I get off because I'm boring. I get on Victoria line at Highbury and Islington, and usually allow pushy people to billow past me even though I'm in equal rush, but they're c-u-n-ts and yes I spell it out in my head as I am pushed, it makes me feel better about my helpless situation. I get on the tube, sometimes sweaty, sometimes empty. I still don't understand why there isn't any congruence between days. If it's sweaty I pray it won't stop in the tunnel like it did that fateful day around three weeks ago, and if it's quiet, I again pray it won't stop in the tunnel. Sometimes I think that I"m going to be early for work, then we get stopped at Euston station for 10 minutes and I'm perfectly on time for work. Anyway, I get off a Oxford circus and take the street exit. And as I'm riding the escalator up to exit, I always think about riding the tube drunk, this is because of the star wars posters everywhere and I know one of the jedi's personally and Chris, Tet and I rode the tube drunk once and haha, a storm trooper poster was looking straight at us, and we thought haha, that's our friend, but really, he's a jedi, not a stormtrooper. And Heman is in this week's Time Out, being a jedi. He's a prize!! Ok, I'm really silly which paralys into point two. Chris just came in and interrupted me with his guitar playing and now I'm blasting new Interpol through headphones and I will eventually go deaf because of him and my 17 year old lifestyle which consisted of Alexisonfire every other night. Really, this all parlays into my final point. Ok, so I'm exiting and thinking about riding the tube drunk at 8:45am, but then I think about the impending work that I have to do, and the things that I forgot to do the day before which are rarely anything because I'm angelic. And as I'm walking to the office from Oxford circus, well, really I"m on argyle st. now and don't have to walk along the busy bits, but I passed Liberty today which was having it's flowers delivered and I wanted a bouquet of stolen roses for myself! But I was good and kept walking but thought about if others thought I looked like a suspicious character but then ultimately decided that clearly I don't because every time I've gone to a gig and they search everyone else's bag, mine is never searched because I have one of those faces, those faces with chubby cheeks and perfect teeth i.e. a good samaritan. So I'm on Regent st. now and it's not too busy but buses come from different directions and I pretend that if I lived on near Clapham Common I would take the 88 to work, as well as Camden, I would take the C2 etc. Now I'm on Conduit after crossing Regent well, J walking which can usually be really easy but today there were scary motorcycles. So I'm now walking down Conduit thinking about mildly profound things, profound for 8:50am. It's more about my physical appearance and if I'm dressed well that day, my hair and the weird way it blows now that I have fringe, my smell, if I sweated out of my mascara which I day throughout the day anyway. And I see business men who are exceptionally well dressed in London and they carry umbrellas even when it isn't raining and I pass Vivienne Westwood where there's always a crowd of people who stand outstand because the woman who is in charge, not Vivienne herself, although her and I have discussed brownies (we actually really have!) is always late. And I think my walk is moderately uninspired, and then I trip. Today I tripped because the shoes I was wearing a a titch too big, and I hit a pothole but I don't even care, and slightly smile because it's a funny way to break this inner monologue that happens in my head everyday now! and I think that these smartly dressed men look at me to see my reaction, but I have none other than that was sort of funny, but let's see if I'll remember it later today, which evidently I did, so maybe it's a bigger deal than I had initially thought since I'm dwelling on it now and defending my reaction right now, and my reaction then. And then I turn the corner at Burberry and I arrive at the office and I turn off my monologue and head upstairs and am the essence of PR.
But this inner monologue is the strangest thing but I'm thinking maybe it will stop once they change the advertising on the escalators up, but if that happens and it doesn't exist, I will cherish those 15 minutes in my head because those are my only minutes until just after 6pm when I tube home, which strangely enough, doesn't consist of an inner monologue, mostly the repetition of fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck c-u-n-t
Sunday 22 July 2007
how hilarious
Guess who knocked over the travel size battleship for me to pick up? But my room is spotless and the sheets are grand. And we had a proper hoover. Maybe I will stop sneezing now.
Saturday 21 July 2007
a return
My health hasn't. I'm still stuffed up. The fever has passed.
I'm going to Ikea tonight on a date. It's open until 11pm here so it can be a night thing.
What else? I'm quite boring but I am flying home on 1st September with Christopher in tow. I'm flying back to London on the 14th. Let's see if I have any friends left!
I'm going to Ikea tonight on a date. It's open until 11pm here so it can be a night thing.
What else? I'm quite boring but I am flying home on 1st September with Christopher in tow. I'm flying back to London on the 14th. Let's see if I have any friends left!
Tuesday 17 July 2007
maybe it's my smell
I just had a wicked bout of nostalgia and everything that has changed and my friends at home and stuff like that. I'm really inarticulate now. And what else has changed? I have different expressions now, and a different intonation. But I've speaking to a friend on msn and telling her how I'm coming home in September but I had this thought yesterday as to who are my friends left in Canada and when I go back, will i actually see anyone? I felt invalid but not really sorry for myself. It's not validation but the supreme notion that you go travelling, it fucks you up when you come home even if it's a short time especially if your closest friends aren't in st. catharines, or even Canada (the ones in Taiwan).
And I already had an anxiety dream about one particular person and seeing them and this person just not acknowledging me and it making me distressed and frustrated and really just embarrassed. It's this pre-supposed superstition I have that I can change the way people think, or the wish that I could but really I can't expect anyone to react the way I do, which makes me want make my bed a semi violent way. And really, I've been nice and cool and all that stuff, but it's so aggravating! I'm the absolute worst at severed relationships, I wish that when I say outloud, I hate someone that I actually as opposed to forgiving them and wanting to be their friend again.
It's a bit of cage drama. I keep running into similar scenarios that don't end beautifully but the climax vs. denoument is always quite lame. But it plateaus and then I'm just annoyed.
Truth be told though, I definitely know people who pull a lot of shit, whether accidental or purposeful.
This is definitely the fever talking.
And I already had an anxiety dream about one particular person and seeing them and this person just not acknowledging me and it making me distressed and frustrated and really just embarrassed. It's this pre-supposed superstition I have that I can change the way people think, or the wish that I could but really I can't expect anyone to react the way I do, which makes me want make my bed a semi violent way. And really, I've been nice and cool and all that stuff, but it's so aggravating! I'm the absolute worst at severed relationships, I wish that when I say outloud, I hate someone that I actually as opposed to forgiving them and wanting to be their friend again.
It's a bit of cage drama. I keep running into similar scenarios that don't end beautifully but the climax vs. denoument is always quite lame. But it plateaus and then I'm just annoyed.
Truth be told though, I definitely know people who pull a lot of shit, whether accidental or purposeful.
This is definitely the fever talking.
new
New illnesses, new era. I'm hardly like new yet. I'm still over-sweating, throbbing congestion and ache-y. I'm home again as well. I can't stop thinking about cheeseburgers, especially a Wendys double cheeseburger with ketchup only, my personal favourite. I've been discussing with my brother what we're going to do upon my return and that seemed to be our special bonding time, eating cheeseburgers together. Plus Wendys doesn't exist here. This was not my point.
My point was that even though I can't watch the Big Compfy Couch or eat cheeseburgers (hypothetically, I wouldn't really be able to stomach it anyway) I've found a new way to feel like I'm at home when really, I'm at my new home. TV links website has Full House on it! All the classic episodes. I'm about to watch the Wedding where uncle Jesse and aunt Becky get married but before they do he goes sky-diving, lands in a tree, falls out into a tomato truck, lands in jail, Becky bails him out, they get married, a gospel choir sings Forever, well as back-up, and Michelle and Howie dance. Chris didn't appreciate Full House but I did however find myself laughing which I'm hoping is only for nostalgic purposes. In OAC, no one could stump me in Full House trivia. Sadly, I could remember all the mundane details from this ridiculous show. I'm not as good now as I haven't watched TBS in over a year, and didn't it stop playing on there anyway?
Ok I feel I'm standing alone on this. I hope someone else has a fond appreciation for it or else I feel so silly. Regardless, I'm still going to watch the Wedding and basically every other episode that's on there.
And last night, Chris and I found a good quality version of Borat. The internet never ceases to amaze.
My point was that even though I can't watch the Big Compfy Couch or eat cheeseburgers (hypothetically, I wouldn't really be able to stomach it anyway) I've found a new way to feel like I'm at home when really, I'm at my new home. TV links website has Full House on it! All the classic episodes. I'm about to watch the Wedding where uncle Jesse and aunt Becky get married but before they do he goes sky-diving, lands in a tree, falls out into a tomato truck, lands in jail, Becky bails him out, they get married, a gospel choir sings Forever, well as back-up, and Michelle and Howie dance. Chris didn't appreciate Full House but I did however find myself laughing which I'm hoping is only for nostalgic purposes. In OAC, no one could stump me in Full House trivia. Sadly, I could remember all the mundane details from this ridiculous show. I'm not as good now as I haven't watched TBS in over a year, and didn't it stop playing on there anyway?
Ok I feel I'm standing alone on this. I hope someone else has a fond appreciation for it or else I feel so silly. Regardless, I'm still going to watch the Wedding and basically every other episode that's on there.
And last night, Chris and I found a good quality version of Borat. The internet never ceases to amaze.
Monday 16 July 2007
melting
I'm propped up in the bed, with a temperature of 101 right now. I'm home sick from work and I think that's odd. At my old job during uni, I couldn't really ever phone in sick because only 4 of us worked there. I did inventory when I was ailing from mono so it's nice to be able to lie in the fetal position for the entire day wishing I wasn't so warm! I am a warm person to begin with and I'm basically heating up my bedroom solely on my own body heat. Chris even slept in housemates room because I was being so noisy and was far too hot. I become this sad little reject when ill, like when I would stay home sick from school and lie in my parents bed to watch television, but my dad would come home and see I was lying on his pillow and would lose it because it meant that he was now about to get sick.
My family has always been unsympathetic towards illness ironically enough since we're all raging hypochondriacs with flaming neuroses, hence the pillow story. My family is more, stay the F away when you're sick because you'll end up getting me sick! Love a bit of sympathy. The best part of being sick however is watching the Price is Right and random children's shows, even when I was around 17 and in high school. I find huge comfort watching The Big Compfy Couch when I'm ill. Today I'll just sit and watch Girl, Interrupted on dvd or something to that affect. Yes. Feeling awfully leperous, but I probably smell.
My family has always been unsympathetic towards illness ironically enough since we're all raging hypochondriacs with flaming neuroses, hence the pillow story. My family is more, stay the F away when you're sick because you'll end up getting me sick! Love a bit of sympathy. The best part of being sick however is watching the Price is Right and random children's shows, even when I was around 17 and in high school. I find huge comfort watching The Big Compfy Couch when I'm ill. Today I'll just sit and watch Girl, Interrupted on dvd or something to that affect. Yes. Feeling awfully leperous, but I probably smell.
Sunday 15 July 2007
poorly
Sick again! What is wrong with me? I actually believe it's my environment because I'm not a sickly person but I have a cold, again! My sinuses are throbbing right now. I'm breaking down.
Last night I was forced into watching Wolf Creek, a scary movie about Brits travelling in the outback of Australia. I should preface this by saying that I don't watch scary movies anymore because I become too stressed and anxious to the point where I'm nauseous and I revert to acting like a child. Last night was intense, and I got up, told Chris to keep watching whilst I hid in the hallway and read a magazine. I came back in ten minutes later to find I missed the scene where some girl gets her spine sliced. I was happy. I watched the rest until the end because there was only 10 minutes left. That's my weekly act of bravery.
Last night I was forced into watching Wolf Creek, a scary movie about Brits travelling in the outback of Australia. I should preface this by saying that I don't watch scary movies anymore because I become too stressed and anxious to the point where I'm nauseous and I revert to acting like a child. Last night was intense, and I got up, told Chris to keep watching whilst I hid in the hallway and read a magazine. I came back in ten minutes later to find I missed the scene where some girl gets her spine sliced. I was happy. I watched the rest until the end because there was only 10 minutes left. That's my weekly act of bravery.
Saturday 14 July 2007
Brick
There's this amazing Mediterranean restaurant off Upper st. in Angel that Chris and I frequent regularly and last night was amazingly good!! I get this chicken dish done in a cream sauce with apricots and some other spices and honey on a bed of spinach and it's the best thing I've ever eaten! Chris gets lamb kofte with this super hot chili sauce and it's the second best thing I've ever eaten. Plus we always start with the fried trio of cheese with jam and Chris finishes with the bread and butter pudding and I try to change my dessert menu around every time we go. I could go back right now!!
But I'm going to have a bagel on Brick lane instead. I'm search of the perfect leather jacket as the weather here is shit and I'll need sooner rather than later, and why not look now? I also went for a stroll down Oxford st. after work since I got off early and that was a bad life choice. I do want to ram everyone on the sidewalk and maybe push them in front of a bus? (not really, but Chris and I both agree that if we were a bus driver, we would take people out, and I even went so far as to say I would jump the sidewalk and plow them down on there, that is how big my distain is for them). Thankfully, the only thing you need to worry about in east london is sharp, electro haircuts and excessively pointy shoes however I think the shoreditchy types have calmed down, in fact they all are nu rave, but I heard that's dying too.
All big news! I'm planning on coming home for two weeks starting 1st September!! Chris (I've written his name far too often in this blog already, sorry, I'm not one of those types, I"m going to brick lane alone to prove it) is coming with. He's never been to Canada so it should be fun. I"ll be so confused by the left side/right side of the road swap since I'm perfectly adjusted here. And to drive again will feel very odd. And I need to renew my license when I'm home because it expires in December. And I have to pick up my university diploma since it still hasn't been sent to my house. And I need to find my running shoes and tennis racket. That's all I can think of for now.
But I'm going to have a bagel on Brick lane instead. I'm search of the perfect leather jacket as the weather here is shit and I'll need sooner rather than later, and why not look now? I also went for a stroll down Oxford st. after work since I got off early and that was a bad life choice. I do want to ram everyone on the sidewalk and maybe push them in front of a bus? (not really, but Chris and I both agree that if we were a bus driver, we would take people out, and I even went so far as to say I would jump the sidewalk and plow them down on there, that is how big my distain is for them). Thankfully, the only thing you need to worry about in east london is sharp, electro haircuts and excessively pointy shoes however I think the shoreditchy types have calmed down, in fact they all are nu rave, but I heard that's dying too.
All big news! I'm planning on coming home for two weeks starting 1st September!! Chris (I've written his name far too often in this blog already, sorry, I'm not one of those types, I"m going to brick lane alone to prove it) is coming with. He's never been to Canada so it should be fun. I"ll be so confused by the left side/right side of the road swap since I'm perfectly adjusted here. And to drive again will feel very odd. And I need to renew my license when I'm home because it expires in December. And I have to pick up my university diploma since it still hasn't been sent to my house. And I need to find my running shoes and tennis racket. That's all I can think of for now.
Thursday 12 July 2007
Told
I went to see Tell No One at cinema yesterday. It's tortured and fantastic and at the end I couldn't stop tearing. When the credits came up, I actually couldn't stop myself from crying and Chris asked if I was ok. I stopped (momentarily), went to the toilets, and wiped the makeup off my face! That's not as ridiculous as it sounds as there were at least 5 other women doing the same.
And then on the walk home some guy walked past us and said "nice tits".
And then on the walk home some guy walked past us and said "nice tits".
Monday 9 July 2007
sugar
It wasn't a meat fest, it was a sugar extravaganza! And it didn't rain for once!! But really, I doubt anyone was really drunk but instead was high on sugar. The pure white stuff. Actually it wasn't pure, it came in the form of licorice allsorts and lollies and refreshers that I had never heard about because we don't have them in Canada. But because of mixing sugar with alcohol, the party had some weird consequences.
Let's just say that balloons shouldn't be used as pretend in boys. Especially on Tet. It looks especially wrong on Tet as he resembles a pubescent girl. But Tet is a 23 year old man. I think we all felt a bit like Gary Glitter.
Come on come on Come on come on Come on Come on Come on
Take a look at Chris' face when Sible is shoving a breast balloon down his top. Yes we all went a bit weird.
Today is my day in lieu for working that weekend. It's grand.
Let's just say that balloons shouldn't be used as pretend in boys. Especially on Tet. It looks especially wrong on Tet as he resembles a pubescent girl. But Tet is a 23 year old man. I think we all felt a bit like Gary Glitter.
Come on come on Come on come on Come on Come on Come on
Take a look at Chris' face when Sible is shoving a breast balloon down his top. Yes we all went a bit weird.
Today is my day in lieu for working that weekend. It's grand.
Saturday 7 July 2007
Repressed and a blatant liar
Oh I didn't not do anything for the rest of the weekend. I'd like to say that I was forced into going to a party in a warehouse in Manor House in the middle of a residential block but that's lies. I went voluntarily. And we brought gin. And I was drinking with Dane. It wasn't pretty but the building was incredible! It was a private party, not a rave, because one of Suzy's many architecture friends bought it to live in as well as use for a studio. Gin though is a nasty, nasty drink. It turns even the most civil people into barking idiots who do weird things like tell strangers that they're engaged (yes I did that). I don't understand where this innate liar comes from within myself when I'm drunk but I come up with the most fascinating stories that just aren't true. And eventually I crack and say, no that's such a lie and then I look even weirder but I'm bloody arrogant and know I can get away with it because I'm pretty cute and have a sugary voice. I'm awful, even worse for writing it down. At least it's self-effacing and only subtly sociopathic.
I am now enjoying a three day weekend because of the weekend I worked for 02 wireless and it's even better because we're having a massive party here today/tonight and I don't feel like working on Monday. Love London. Hate weather. It's been rainy for about a month now and it hasn't been warm since maybe beginning of June. But I do prefer this to sweltering heat of southern Ontario. Where I don't like sweltering heat is on the Tube where I proceeded to get stuck for around half an hour between Highbury and Islington to King's Cross. In the tunnel, amongst rush hour commuters trying to get to work. I was an hour late and basically underground for over an hour. London transport is a bit of a joke since it's so old and rickety, but if I hear signal failure one more time...but at least it's better than hearing "there are delays on the Northern line due to a customer underneath a train" (this only seems to happen on the Northern line not any others, or at least that I've come across, and to the Canadians who are innocent and read this, the customer is underneath the train on purpose).
I think that sums up the drama of my past week. And I'm booking Paris with Chris to go early August. And I hope to come home to Canada with boy in tow on 2 September until the 15. It will feel so weird to drive again.
I am now enjoying a three day weekend because of the weekend I worked for 02 wireless and it's even better because we're having a massive party here today/tonight and I don't feel like working on Monday. Love London. Hate weather. It's been rainy for about a month now and it hasn't been warm since maybe beginning of June. But I do prefer this to sweltering heat of southern Ontario. Where I don't like sweltering heat is on the Tube where I proceeded to get stuck for around half an hour between Highbury and Islington to King's Cross. In the tunnel, amongst rush hour commuters trying to get to work. I was an hour late and basically underground for over an hour. London transport is a bit of a joke since it's so old and rickety, but if I hear signal failure one more time...but at least it's better than hearing "there are delays on the Northern line due to a customer underneath a train" (this only seems to happen on the Northern line not any others, or at least that I've come across, and to the Canadians who are innocent and read this, the customer is underneath the train on purpose).
I think that sums up the drama of my past week. And I'm booking Paris with Chris to go early August. And I hope to come home to Canada with boy in tow on 2 September until the 15. It will feel so weird to drive again.
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