the travelling blog pt 1.
I'm in the T. today. Well, have been since Thursday. I hung out with Danny for a couple of days at his place in Scarborough, then went over to Phil's for one night to chill with him, and am now at Brian's place, where I will spend the next two days before heading back to Montreal. Brian's at work today, and I have a Marketing Planning paper that's due in two days, but I decided to do it all in one go this afternoon.
I'm sitting in a giant overstuffed green chair, drinking my fourth glass of orange juice today (yeah, i know), remembering why curiosity killed the cat. I should know better. Enough about that though, the past few days have been an awesome vacation from everything at school. I just chilled and talked with Danny, did some shopping, etc. Went to the Green Room with Phil, which was amazing...we talked and got tipsy, reminiscing about old times like when we got drunk in England and he pretended to be a speedbump. just chilled and talked with Brian yesterday, until I fell asleep in the Wasteland, and here i am, overstuff green chair, listening to Matt Good while fat snowflakes slowly curl towards the ground outside. I aim to be done this paper in five hours, if only I could stop staring at a blank Word screen and start writing it. I'm so ready to be done with this school term, all the work that went along with it. I've never worked so hard for such mediocre grades ever.
I'm so excited to go home to Ottawa, too. I haven't seen my friends in forever: everyone since Thanksgiving, Aila since the end of July, which feels like forever ago. I'm ready to just drink and laugh and play Scrabble and Monopoly and cards with my family, and hang out with my friends, and be stupid and happy with people I feel so comfortable around. I want to wake up at noon and call Aila and go Christmas shopping, or just be lazy around the house and read magazines and make grilled cheese. I'm ready to drive the five blocks over to Steph's house and watch stupid movies starring Brittany Murphy while we swear we'll never rent anything she's in ever again. I'm ready to read five novels in five days, I'm ready to decorate the tree while listening to really bad music on my Pod, I'm ready to hear my parent's terrible Czech Christmas music, and I'm ready to watch the big, flat-screen TV until four in the morning, and I'm definitely ready to watch some Soccer Saturday with my dad. I'm already craving my mom's Christmas cookies, and potato salad and the other delicious things that only get made at this time of year. I'm ready to go home.
