#1 - South Keys/Greenboro - 4:15 pm to 4:30 pm

My feet pound the pavement as I hurry to the bus stop, Mutemath blaring in my ears. My feet walk to the beat of the music. The wind whips my hair away from my face, and the tip of my noze is frozen on this frigid November afternoon.
The bus pulls up. A familiar face sits behind the wheel as I flash my bus pass. I choose a seat near the back, and always on the right side, preferably right behind the exit door. As we start down Maple Lane, I admire the beautiful houses. They are large and tall, like quiet giants sleeping the days away. Some have beautiful wooden doors, painted red or blue or yellow. People still haven't gotten rid of their pumpkins from Halloween. I am reminded of a book that was read to me when I was little, a book about a mouse using a pumpkin for it's house in the winter.
Down one of the streets a boy is playing hockey with his father. This stings. I want my father, and wish he was well enough to play hockey with.
As we turn onto Acacia, the houses become even fancier. At the end of Acacia we turn onto Beechwood.
Beechwood is an interesting street. Right on the corner of Acacia and Beechwood is a little shop called Jacobson's. In the window are two vases; they are both striped black and white. The tall one reminds me of a zebra. The woman with the blonde hair stands either behind the counter or talks with customers. It is well lit, and the clean white shelves are perfectly stacked with fancy gourmet sauces and expensive kitchen tools and utensils.
There is a cafe down the street, the Jazoo it's called. Then there is the Edingburgh Pub & Eatery, where I sometimes try to spy on people drinking there beer. They usually see me, so I look away and try to look peaceful and beautiful like a painting for them to admire. Who knows what they think.
We cross a bridge and I like to look at the sun setting. I also like to try and see across the old abonnned bridge that is baracaded off. I wonder why it has been closed, and what is on the island that it leads too. Probably an industrial site or business of some sort.
Then we come along to the french high school. I have yet to catch the name of it. This school is home to all sorts of types; the indie kids, the nerdy kids, the gangster kids, the everything-in-between. Every type you can imagine. It is diverse. I like it. In the field there is a soccer game ending. The group of players jumps up and down in a large crowd and spray water bottles on eachother. Some people leaving the game run to catch the bus.
By now the bus is crowded.
The next part of the ride I like is going down Dalhousie street. There are so many different and interesting shops and businesses on Dalhousie. On the corner is a interior decoation store; Bali something or other. There are beautiful chairs, wall hangings and knick knacks in this store. They also sell tea pots.
A few shops down is a hair dressing place called Acapella. I like to look in and watch people getting their hair cut. Once, one of the hair dresses was standing out on the front step as the bus came to a stop. He looked real cool, real relaxed and casual. He had jeans and a shirt on, with the collar unbutonned a bit. He had his hands in his pocket, and he looked at me. I think him and I would be good friends if we knew eachother. Has that ever happened to you before? You see someone and you just know you would hit it off, even though you may never speak to that person?
Everyday I look for him. This is why I sit on the right side.
Down the street from this is an Indian cuisine restaurant called Shafali's. I like this restaurant because the building is painted to different shades of vivid purple; the bottom a lighter purple and the top a darker shade.
At the very end of Dalhousie, or on the corner of Dalhousie and Rideau, I should say, is a store where you can buy diet pills and that protein stuff that guys take when they are working out to beef up. There is a large poster of a blonde woman wearing a sparkly bikini. It is black and white, but I can tell her bikini is sparkly because I can see the sequins. She is looking down, and she is untying the side of her string bikini. I secretly hate her because she is beautiful. I consider buying diet pills. Then I get real.
Next stop: The Rideau Center.
I wait for the 26 and watch the people as they pass by. I am a renowned people watcher. It is one of my most favorite (and harmless) pass times. There is one boy who always walks by at the same time. He comes out of Rideau and crosses the street. He always has a Booster Juice and sips it as he walks.
Finally the bus comes and I make my way home.
I like to watch everyone as they get on the bus. I am secretl looking for someone attractive. However, most of the men that get on the bus at this time are middle-aged Government workers.
I ring the bell, and get off. I walk to the beat of my music.
My heart beats strong in my chest.
I am home.

"To a Certain Extent"

I wished so bad today that I could have slept in, and then spent the remainder of my day in pyjamas, watching old movies and snuggling with someone. The weather is kind of depressing, but perfect for doing absolutely nothing in particular.

Amy and I amused ourselves lastnight by doing the Celebrity Face Recognition. I read about it on the John Mayer website (which I shamelessly plugged in my previous entry), and well, I thought it might be fun to do it. So I did it. Amy didn't have the best of luck. She looked like a few african-american men. Amy is clearly not and african american man (or woman, for that matter.) I had a good laugh. Lucky for me, I look like Sienna Miller and Julia Stiles... and Florence Henderson! She is OLD. Maybe it's trying to tell me something.

Ok, here is something to think about. I tried to explain something to my friends today and they didn't agree with me... so anyways, here it is. When you say "to a certain extent", it's kind of misleading to whomever you are talking to, or at least I think so. We used the example of weather.
"I like hot weather, but only to a certain extent."
Saying that you like it to a certain extent means that you are certain about to what extent you can stand the heat. Being certain about something implies that you are 100% sure, that you have a specific temperature or amount in your mind, whatever the situation may be. But I know for myself, I do not know the exact temperature in degrees when I start to feel uncomfortable and then start to dislike hot weather. My friends viewpoint was that it doesn't have to be an exact number, you just have to know that there comes a point when you are certain that you are uncomfortable because of the heat. I guess both ways it works. I don't know, I thought I really had something, but now that I have written it out, it really does make sense both ways.
*sigh* I thought I might be on to a major mistake in the english language, to be compared to the likes of people saying "irregardless" and other idiot things that people say without realizing it. Oh well.

Anyways, gotta go do some folding and cleaning and reading and whatnot.

Napping

Getting things done brings an inner satisfaction like nothing else can.
Tonight, I payed the rest of my rent, my groceries, and I got my bus pass recharged. Terrible photo, but at least it's s done and it will be cheaper!

Tonight has been a strange night. I ate, then watched tv and took a nap. I love taking naps. I found a book in Winners once that was dedicated solely to the art of nap-taking. I think there was a little blurb written by Winston Churchill about how important napping was and that sleep should be more valued in our culture. I think napping might be the greatest solace we have in this cruel fast-paced society we live in. Sunday afternoon naps are the best, preferably if it is late in the afternoon and you have a nice comfy couch or bed in a sunny window. Ahhh... naps. Seriously though, think about it... what is wrong with a nap? In the afternoon, you are starting to get a little sleepy, and find it hard to concentrate on the task at hand anyways... so you can just take a little snooze. And then, when you wake up, you will feel rested and ready to continue on with whatever you were doing.

On a completely different note, you should go check out www.johnmayer.com/blog. Funny stuff I tells ya, funny stuff.

I think I should go... do homework. Or finish my laundry...er...something productive.




sheesh... what a scatterbrain I am.

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Art and Art Appreciation... and Jimmy the Greek.

I am paying dearly for my excursion the other night. I am absolutely exhausted. Running around after 3 year olds all day certainly does not help my situation.
I have yet to finish homework that needs to be done for tomorrow, call home to make arrangements for Thanksgiving weekend, and start to pack some stuff to go. My bed is calling my name from around the corner and down the hall.

I went to the National Art Gallery with a friend this evening. It was a nice outing, I just wish I wouldn't have been so tired. The contemporary exhibits were of particular interest to us. A woman lying on a bed yelling, or "vocalising" if you will, for hours on end was the highlight I think.
I realized something this evening too. A few things, actually.
I wish people didn't put down some types of art so much. Like Barnett Newman, a Canadian artist. His paintings mostly consist of about 3 or 4 stripes of alternating colors down a canvas. (Left is "Voice of Fire". This things is HUGE, like 40 feet tall or something.) There are others whose paintings consist of pretty much the same, I just cannot recall their names. Looking at these painting, you can see that it must have been somewhat of a tedious job tmeasure and tape and paint it so perfectly. If you look at them, they look almost flawless. And in the words of my dear friend, if you look at the colors and how they are placed beside one another, it is clear to see that the painter did not lack artistic vision; the colors are juxtaposed just so to create an optical work-out, so to speak.
I just wish people would think about things like this before brushing it off.
I also realized that whoever I end up with someday will have to like doing that sort of thing; going to galleries and museums. Or if he doesn't particularily like it, he should appreciate the fact that I myself appreciate those sorts of things.

I also realized that Greek cuisine contains volatile amounts of garlic.

So, that's all for tonight. Need to finish some homework and the hit the sack.

Laundry Stuff

Yeah, so last night SUCKED. The music was terrible and there was no one there who I particularily felt like socializing with all that much. Plus, I didn't have enough money to really have a good time. I don't know what the big idea of going was anyways. A temporary lapse in sanity on my part, I suppose. I slept in this morning too and skipped 2 classes.
Naughty me.
On a lighter note, I just learned that the symbol over there means to hang to dry. And the one underneath means no bleaching! I couldn't recall what these symbols meant from my high school days spent in home economics. Maybe I should have paid more attention in that class... nah.
Well, lots of planning to do for the little ones at daycare this week, and lots of room for cleaning up. I can't wait for Thanksgiving this weekend.

Cheers!

Bring on the Beers!

I am disapointed.
I would like to go to the Pub Night our school is having. Today, thanks to the help of a very trusted friend, I discovered the true meaning of Pub Night.
So now I wanna go.
My roomy is busy with homework, however, as am I (I'm presently taking a tea/cupcake break) and so it isn't looking very good going-out wise.
But I am determined.
I'm debating whether or not to call trusted-friend and just meet him there, without my room mate. It is already 8:22, and I still have to get ready. But it only starts at 9:00, and no one shows up right at 9:00... so I could still go. I think, secretly, my roomy really wants to go, but really wants to get a good mark on her assignments too.
Well, my break is over. Back to work, and then hopefully, off to the bar!

Cheers, partygoers and homework junkies alike!

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Hello folks...

A spell of laziness overtook me this evening. I ate supper, did some minimal cleaning around the apartment, and then proceeded to flail around on my bed for half an hour while Amy read her Cosmo. I had ants in my pants or something, I could not lie still and I was so bored I didn't know what to do.
Bored? How could I be bored? I have...

• A test tomorrow, even though it will probably be easy-peasy and I can bullshit my way through it.
• A rather large project-type thing due on Wednesday, which I haven't started yet. (All of you ECCEers are probably slapping your heads in disbelief of how stupid I am to have put it off for this long.)

Anyways, I flailed around and then I got tired. So I took a nap. Now I am starting a blog. What is wrong with me? If anyone knows how to cure laziness, please let me know. Or maybe you shouldn't even bother. I would probably be too lazy to follow through on your advice.

Thanks