The Great Divide

Enter the girl:

26. Sometimes I forget and say 25 while thinking 27.
5"11. I get used to being the tallest girl, and occasionally throw small darts of jealousy in the direction of people taller than me.
Blonde. Originally dirty blonde, that color between brown and blonde that just cant pick a side (sounds familiar).
Toronto, ON. 25 days, new digs.
Fredericton, NB. 5 years, old digs.

I am still not settled in to the new house. The reason, of course for that is based on a couple simple reasons.

A. I flew in to TO with 2 suitcases and a laptop bag. The kitchen sink really doesn't fit so well into the overhead compartment.

B. Adam (my solid room mate and drummer extrordinaire) has left with his partner for Denmark.

C. Corey (my other solid room mate and bass-guy extrordinaire) works all the time. And I do mean, a l l t h e t i m e.

Now the combination of these three equal a severe lack of Tonella based items and a severe increase of unpacked boxes and jostled somethingmajngys everywhere. Granted, I could go molly maid on this place's ass and do that shit up. I am actually willing myself to do that right now. We'll see what happens. In the meantime:

Figuring out the subway here was like being in Fredericton and finding 15 people you know in the span of 10 minutes - so easy. The bus's, on the other hand, are entirely different. I hate to sink into the filthy quicksand of female stereotypes, but the whole North, South, East and West thing is pissing me off. But I'll get it. I don't have to possess a penis to be able to navigate the trains and bus's that go round and round... I'm just going to get in something called my own sweet time. And I've actually done fairly well. With the TTC, that is. A good many other things have fallen by the proverbial wayside. OH GOD. oh good god. I firmly believe I need to get laid. Or get a killer massage. Its up for debate, I think.

My Italian neighbors brought us over boat loads of food yesterday from a massive bridal shower they had, and I am happy to inform everyone that I had chicken shnitzle, carrot cake, and some other extremely unhealthy foods. I pray to all that is holy that this wont be a habit of theirs, though Im fairly certain my room mates are praying to their god for quite the opposite. Although I must say, if their attractive 20 something daughter is the one who keeps bringing over the food, I am not going to compain ;).

SO. My insides are informing me that I need to go outside and enjoy this stunning day. So out I go.

Mwah.