Just one more example of why this apartment is better than the one I used to live in:
THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN THE BUILDING
In the other apartment, the people living in our building consisted of two slutty girls who worked in bars and had a touch of a cocaine habit, along with a boy in the attic who also worked in a bar and whom I saw a total of three times in eight months. He was ok, just a little mysterious. Plus his name was Mat with one t. But he never took out the garbage. In this building there is us and a family downstairs composed of an older woman, her two middle aged sons, and a girl who is probably a little older than me and Kris. Ok so that was just background.
Today while coming home from statistics, the mother and their dog Prince was in the yard. Prince looks very Australian and likes to bark. So he barks and comes up to me and proceeds to lick my leg. Everything is well and good. The mother has bad arthritis and has a hard time getting around. I asked if she needed help but she was more concerned if the dog had bit me. He didn't.
Two hours later: our door rings. It's one of the middle aged men asking if their dog bit me. Kris answered the door but from the top of the stairs I said he just licked me. The other son comes outside and asks "is she ok?!" in a horrified voice. "No, he didn't bite her." Half an hour later: our door rings again. The same son again making sure the dog still hadn't bit me and asking us if we have mice in our house. We do. I hear them walking inside the wall near my bed and they eat our food inside our cupboards. They got a white kitten because they have had mice for "eight years."
Anyway, point of this story is that I had almost given up entirely on the people of Toronto and their ability to be nice to others inhabiting their building. But alas, there is hope.
I am extremely excited to see The Weakerthans tomorrow. I'm sure they will rock an appropriate amount. Expect to see many digital camera pictures and if you ever get invited over, a few videos. It will be especially good since I was IN OTTAWA when they played IN OTTAWA but couldn't afford the $27 ticket price AND they weren't on stage when my dad so graciously drove by the street it was on AND I had the most oddly proportioned rum and coke (in favour of the rum) in my entire life and didn't feel sober enough to drive back into Ottawa to see them. Oh sigh.
There are also preliminary Weakerthans events which include: not doing homework, watching Lost In Translation, origami (if Jason remembers how), ice cream, and College street (mainly Soundscapes) shopping. I can't wait. It almost makes up for not being able to see them twice in a week.
posted + 2004-07-22 at 9:12 p.m.