And so I have made it to London!
And isn't Ontario nice? In this short time span of a day I've left the cuddly arms of my even cuddlier amore to enter the world of expletive spewing Ontarians who scream at me from their cars. They must sense that I am an outsider. But the curses go on... it's true Ontario does hate me. I arrived in a cab at my new home only to find that my entire street is being torn apart. There is no road, no sidewalk... just mounds of dirt everywhere. The taxi driver finally ploughed through the bog and drove into the neighbours driveway.
When I reached my new home I was pleasantly surprised to find my Fed Ex shipped art supplies waiting for me... outside... with no one there. I was somehow under the impression that if the receiver of the delivery is not home the well-trained Fed Ex employee will take it back to the warehouse and patiently wait for a phone call. It's true, nothing was taken but then who the hell would try to steal on a street where there is...well... NO STREET! Alas, I should be thankful. Afterall, I'm still alive...
But perhaps I won't be for long. There is no grocery store in sight. I live in some sort of suburban bowel (which I'm sure the whole of London is) where there isn't even a cornerstore in sight. I lost myself in it and briefly considered asking people directions to the university but I restrained myself. The university was 5 minutes away from my home. Or rather just the faculty of education. I think fine arts is more like 30 minutes away. Lucky that my room-mates are in education.
Well that's it for now. I'm going to go off and buy a large pizza. I believe I espied a Pizza Hut 20 minutes from my house. I'll live off that for a week... until my room-mates arrive.
posted by Dagmara @ 6:29 PM
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12 Comments:
....join the Navy then!
Wow, seems like everything was preventing you from going into that house.
Maybe this string of omens should be heeded. Go build a hut in the woods and live there instead.
Rough Deal Soviet... But I'm sure things will turn around for you. At least you could go around and turn on all the neighbours hoses and try to make a river out of the streetbed you have? That could make for a fun late night activity? n'est pas?
I was gonna say that maybe they don't have any cornerstores because they don't have any corners in London.
But then I read it again and realised that it said 'bowel' not 'bowl'
And my phone doesn't even work. And my phone jack is hairy. And it shouldn't be. Oh yeah, that protective coating around wires... well it's not there in some places. And did I mention the spiders? I have no pillow. I have no blanket. I'm a pathetic mess... I will get them back though. If they aren't my comrades, they're my enemies.
oh yeah and cuddlier...
Your navy comment is captialist hogwash. What's with the navy and cigarettes anyway?
it sounds as if you already are in the woods....
say hi to stu for me
is he out in the woods too?
I could get my mom to send you a frilly pillow, and I sure my lil sis will lend you her dog pillow/blanket. It's a blanket that has a stuff animal doggie face on it. It's shaped as a square, so when you fold it and zip it up it turns into a pillow. So it'a not a pillow/blanket for dogs. Well I suppose it could be.
Remember Sovietness, spiders are indicative of the bourgeoise's class oppression - yet, they are still comrades none the less.
Sometimes it is hard, but they have their place - think of all the bugs that would be crawling everywhere if they weren't there? Really they are just helpfull little creatures who are just out to survive - they are quite beautifull too, their symetry of structure is quite artistically inspiring, almost darkly romantic? Hmm, I must go and create with the Arachnids...
Kit Ro is going to go create with the arachnids...???
Is anybody else worried that Kit Ro has given up on people and is now attempting to get it on with spiders.
Beastiality people!
Is it still beastiality if its with arachnids?
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