On my mind right now
- What if I can’t zip the suitcase shut?
- Is it a good thing or a bad thing that Visa saw fit to automatically and dramatically increase my credit limit? Probably bad.
- My bedroom feels like a claustrophobic hot hole right now, on account of all the boxes stacked up everywhere, the flat-packed Ikea furniture, and the general mountains of stuff that have been accumulating in preparation for The Move.
- How am I supposed to manage a red-eye flight, moving all my stuff across the city into the new apartment, and starting a new job all within forty-eight hours of each other?
The irony of it
The day before I head off to Hawaii, the temperature in Victoria soars to almost thirty degrees. Every tank top and every single pair of shorts that I own are already packed away — at the very bottom of the suitcase, as luck would have it. I am spending the day seeking out air conditioning and iced lattés.
The end
Everybody, I would just like to take the time to point out that I am no longer a student. That’s right, I’M DONE UNIVERSITY, and have no plans of ever returning to the academic world and the student life. Who wants to join me for a ceremonial burning of my class notes? Marshmallows will be included, since I’m sure they’ll taste good when roasted over a stack of strategy or business law papers…
The salesman in Home Depot is overly enthusiastic. I am browsing paint displays, with my hands full of swatches and colour books. He sidles up beside me, gives me what he apparently hopes is a winning smile, and then asks, “so you’re going to be painting?”
After we establish that yes, the reason I’m standing in a hardware store with paint swatches in my hands is in fact because I’m planning to paint, he gives a startlingly loud whoop and begins to beat on the nearest paint can like a bongo drum. He gives me another instance of that supposedly winning smile, then screeches “Well, today is a fiiiiiiiiine day to be shopping for paint!” loudly enough for the entire store to hear.
Last night: Sarah McLachlan* and Feist concerts in the Inner Harbour. Over one hundred thousand people in attendance.
* Actually, I really don’t like Sarah McLachlan. It just happened that the concert schedule was running late and she was still singing when it was time for Feist.
Coincidence?
I’m drinking a cup of tea from Serious Coffee, which I normally avoid due to its excessive amounts of mediocrity but have graced with my presence today through sheer convenience. The tea I’m drinking is called “Asian Rising Sun” — or something along those lines — and it tastes exactly the way the home fragrance sold at the store across the street smells. Should I be worried?
Fear
There is an extremely large mosquito on the loose in my bedroom. It’s currently lurking quietly behind the light shade, but if I allow myself to fall asleep I’ll undoubtedly wake up with my face covered in massive bites. I’m already feeling all itchy just thinking about it…
Things I love about this city, #1
The way some of the old brick buildings around downtown still have the names of their original, nineteenth-century company names painted on their sides in faded, peeling block letters.
Spotted at the coffee shop
A man is ordering an americano. He has a massive beer belly, which is visable from under the hem of his torn sweatshirt, and he is carrying a pair of vintage, shoe-style roller skates in one hand. He stands out horribly from the coffee shop’s other customers, a crowd of hipsters with trendy clothes and overly edgy haircuts.
If you were to look up “insanity” in the dictionary, you just might find a picture of my schedule for the next few days.
