last wednesday's entry. belated.
2005-02-18 :: 6:08 p.m.
guh... i'm playing the recluse/hooky game today. it hurts to move.
QUICK SUMMARY! went to toronto by train, did a whole lotta walking, checked in at hotel, phoned darlene (classmate who was in TO for the exact same thing on the exact same date), did a whole lotta MORE walking, browsed eaton centre (gawd i love that place), finally bought black-suede-shin-high-buckled boots i'm a sucker for, found beloved danko jones disk, walked walked and walked, met up with darlene-mother-and-boyfriend for east indian dinner, walked s'more, saw a live comedy show at rivoli's, went back to hotel to sleep, woke up, watched muchmusic for a while (korn, the used, scissor sisters...), got dressed an' all dat, checked out, walked around some, went to OCAD for interview, stayed there for two hours, met up with torontonian godmother jan, walked to chinatown (tim horton's in chinatown is just the coolest), sat and talked over pepsi and muffins, walked walked and WALKED, got onto subway, got onto train, got home around ten thirty at night, fell asleep past midnight. AND THERE YOU HAVE IT.
please keep in mind that although i am a good walker, i was carrying a heavy mother of a portfolio containing sketchbooks, paintings, drawings AND SCUPTURES, plus a huge militia backpack weighed down with juiceboxes and all my medical crap AND train-entertainment (ie. books, iPod, chewing gum, books...). so, really, i wasn't so much walking as hiking through downtown toronto, but it was fun. ^____________^
i wanna thank you all for commenting and wishing me luck, and also to let you know that yes, i IS the hot hot secks and i didn't puke... though i DID stupidly eat ice cream, forgetting i'm lactose intolerant, thus causing myself serious tummy pains during the first night. camomile tea is my saviour.
so now, aching and muscle-stiff everywhere, i'm gonna loaf around like the lazy bum i am.
...oh, and i got the two quietest interviewers in the building, david and bentley. all they did was introduce themselves, shake my hand, sit down, tell me to show them my portfolio, and make little 'mm-hmmm' noises while i blabbered like an idiot. i also forgot to show them my two sculptures >_<
[as written in my DeviantArt journal]
