April 17th, 2004

Due South

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I left the opera tonight just in time for the Leafs game to let out. The following honking and general celebration (we won) was a lot more fun than Rigoletto. I'm not saying that the opera was bad. I'll even go so far as to say it was good. Or good-ish. But definitely not something I'll pay to see again.

Still, the two minute walk from the Hummingbird Centre to Union Station was fun. The two minute walk from the subway stop to my friend's rez was not. I don't know why, but I completely freaked out. I was so paranoid for no apparent reason that I refused to let her take the short-cut across campus. It's actually only a twenty-second difference, but still...

Maybe it's because all the crazies have been out lately. My friend and I were practically accousted by two separate guys within the two minutes it took my sausage to cook at the vender tonight. (One wanted a pop from the hotdog guy, so we not-so-discretely took several large steps backwards and out of the way. Because when someone's yelling "I want a Fruit Punch!" over and over, you don't want to be between him and his fruit punch. The other just wanted money. But decided to ask my breasts instead of me.) And yesterday, when walking up the street, first I had to deal with a guy making half-hearted attempts to pick me up all of five seconds after he stopped, made his friend stop and moved his head up and down, checking out a girl just ahead. I mean his head bobbed up and down! And she wasn't even that good looking. Pretty, yes. Nice body, yes. Model? No chance. So after walking past that bozo, half a block later I passed a man who regretted to inform me that "[He] can't have sex with [me] right now; [he's] gotta run."

I mean, I don't mind getting checked out. But really!

Funnily enough, as soon as I left my friend's rez and started the walk home alone, I felt fine. No more weird, inexplicable apprehensions.
Due South

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My ear is currently trying to determine what it would feel like if it had a knife stuck through it. This has been going on for fifteen hours and counting.