Yesterday was spent at a lovely picnic in the park organized by Joana. Marcel got stung by a wasp, which was expected because wasps were swarming once the soda bottles were opened.
Later in the evening after I'd gone back to the hostel for a quick snooze I joined the gang for a $2 movie De Père en Flic that Graham and I had scoped out beforehand. The film was Quebecois made and in French with English subtitles. Really, a very funny (and rather informative) movie.
Today I spent doing the boring paperwork type stuff and standing in lines. Soon I'll have an OPUS card that allows me to use the public transit system unlimited for a little less than $40 a month. In the evening I grabbed dinner with an Australian girl, Jo Logan and her friend, an English girl, and Graham.
Tomorrow I move into my new place but I've got no furniture so that will be interesting. I may (I feel so lame about this) go to Walmart and get some bed and a bag. Nomad extroidinare! But hey, at least I'll have a comforter to sleep on.
I leave you with the lyrics of the Weakerthans - Aside
Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free;
I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely.
I am so much better than I used to be.
Terrified of telephones and shopping mall,
and knives, and drowning in the pools of over lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
Get clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play.
And it almost feels okay.
Circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty.
Armed with every previous failure, and amateur cartography,
I breathe in deep before I spread these maps out on my bedroom floor.
Leaving. Wave goodbye.
Losing, but I'll try, with the last ways left, to remember.
Sing my imperfect offering.
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