All The World's A Stage...

Life has been exhausting lately...every time I am actually in my room, all I want to do is climb into bed and sleep a neverending sleep. From RA duties to school work, I have lost track of where the entire first half of November went. In less than a month I'll be back home...weird.

Anyway, I told Kayla I would write about our trippy day last Tuesday, so here goes.

Toronto has a fair share of characters, and encountering their acts comes as no surprise anymore. I once walked past a man peeing in the subway station, saw a guy start stripping while walking along Queen Street, and even listened to a man sing John 3:16 as he banged on a soup pot with a stick. Nothing was as weird as our trip to L.I.F.T. (don't ask me what it stands for...I don't know...it has film stuff) last Tuesday.

The Dufferin station is a lot different than the other subway stations. Basically, without a transfer, since the bus boards on the street rather than in the station, you have to pay again to get on the bus. Anyway, the bus pulls up and I'm digging out another bus ticket so I can get on the bus. All of a sudden, Andrea points and, like it's no big deal, says: "Oh look...a fight."

We turn around and right in front of the bus, two guys are beating the living crap out of each other. Like, not some fake, weak fight...they were on the ground wrestling and punching and flailing. Anyway, one guy eventually throws the other guy away from him...under the bus. Andrea heard a thunk, which she thought was this guys head hitting the pavement (I think it turned out to be him hitting the bus.) Anyway, people are freaking out, and they're yelling at the bus driver to not move until the situation is taken care of. So the bus driver gets out of the bus (and the fight is pretty much dissolved by then) but tells us all to get on his bus so we can leave and to not worry about the fare. Woohoo! Free bus ride!

Anyway, we get to our stop and we're walking along the sidewalk trying to find this place. It's a bit damp out, but not really raining. We hear a car honk behind us, and since Torontonians are honk happy, we ignore it. Anyway, this car raced by us and splashed poor Andrea who is walking closest to the curb. Apparently cars now honk when they are about to drench people who are walking where they are supposed to be walking.

So we get lost when trying to find L.I.F.T., but eventually get there and learn some stuff and yadda yadda yadda.

When we leave, it's pouring, so we consider ourselves lucky when we get to the end of the street and the bus is already there. We decide to get off a few stops before the subway to do lunch, and as we cross the busy street, we see that a van has rearended a car, and the drivers are standing in the middle of the street on cells phones, talking and trying to figure things out...just as emergency vehicles (the whole kit and caboodle) decide they need to get by on the street. Nice.

Lunch is mostly uneventful (other than the fact I got my first Happy Meal in years and was enthralled with the cheap ugly plastic toy, and Andrea's Subway server, Fabio) and we went on our way.

Things are almost normal until we get near the school. Apparently an Asian woman accidentally hit a black woman's purse (I don't classify them to be racist, but rather because it makes what they said make more sense.) The black woman got angry and said something (I don't remember what) to the Asian woman. The Asian woman said something back and the black women said, "What...is this some sort of coloured thing?" That set the Asian woman off, and they started pushing each other and calling each other "stupid b****es" for the rest of the trip. It was so immature...some adults need to learn to grow up.

Anyway, we went to Kayla's, and while waiting for Robin to show up to start editing, I fell asleep on her couch. It wasn't a deep sleep, but I was pretty tuned out to the world around me. Until I snored and woke myself up.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I woke myself up with my own snoring. To make matters worse, I wasn't totally sure I had, so I looked at Andrea and Kayla who were stifling laughs, and said, "Did I just wake myself up with my own snoring?" At that point we all burst into laughter.

Luckily nothing else happened for the rest of the day, though I was worried it would because it just didn't seem to be my day, and I was waiting for the bus home in a nasty part of town.

Well, it is time for this little blogger to go to bed...mmmmm...bed. Do you remember being a child and not wanting to go to bed and wanting to stay up forever? I do...I was a stupid, stupid child.

Sweetest dreams!