Saturday, August 7, 2010
16
Monday, August 2, 2010
Fist Teen
I wonder how many hits I'll get from that dubious post title? It's probably about fighting, don't worry about it.
So first, some ruminations on Toronto as a city. It's flipping excellent. Really. It sprawls in any number of miles in any direction, but each part still feels distinct, like the areas just flow into one another. London is a series of small towns under one banner, whereas Toronto is a real no-foolin' city. I like this about it. I also like that there is a place no more than fifteen minutes away that sells cheesecake until two in the morning. That seems like a much more genteel experience than going out and jumping around and trying to hop into bed with someone. Actually I take that back, genteel probably isn't the word. Perhaps the term is authentic? Maybe honest? It's an interesting thing living with some young 'uns again (one of the vagaries of having little to no choice over my living situation). It's a peer through the looking-glass at a different way of living, a whole different perception on the world. It's a view I personally find quite distasteful, but I would never dream of claiming I know more about how life should be led. Who knows, if I went out there and tried it I could end up liking it, but I feel I'd probably end up hating myself.
Anyways, what I'm striking at here is Toronto is a great town, where anything you want can be had, and I'm not only speaking only in terms of debauchery. There's more than enough options for those who prefer the quiet life, which I appreciate. Now if you'd give me a damn job, you'd be the best city ever, ya bum.
Not too much notable has been going on really, just the continued search for employment and cheap groceries. My Internship finishes next Monday so I'll be cast adrift without any sort of crutch (shit) and I can only hope that instead of disappearing into Playstation emulation and blogs about shoes I'll force myself into finding some other outlet. Time to start painting again? Perhaps. Let's deal with the photos first though, eh?
This'll probably work for a little kick up the arse though:
Oh yeah, I really want my skateboard back too. I'll get my mum to bring it over, thus saving any number of dollars.
So first, some ruminations on Toronto as a city. It's flipping excellent. Really. It sprawls in any number of miles in any direction, but each part still feels distinct, like the areas just flow into one another. London is a series of small towns under one banner, whereas Toronto is a real no-foolin' city. I like this about it. I also like that there is a place no more than fifteen minutes away that sells cheesecake until two in the morning. That seems like a much more genteel experience than going out and jumping around and trying to hop into bed with someone. Actually I take that back, genteel probably isn't the word. Perhaps the term is authentic? Maybe honest? It's an interesting thing living with some young 'uns again (one of the vagaries of having little to no choice over my living situation). It's a peer through the looking-glass at a different way of living, a whole different perception on the world. It's a view I personally find quite distasteful, but I would never dream of claiming I know more about how life should be led. Who knows, if I went out there and tried it I could end up liking it, but I feel I'd probably end up hating myself.
Anyways, what I'm striking at here is Toronto is a great town, where anything you want can be had, and I'm not only speaking only in terms of debauchery. There's more than enough options for those who prefer the quiet life, which I appreciate. Now if you'd give me a damn job, you'd be the best city ever, ya bum.
Not too much notable has been going on really, just the continued search for employment and cheap groceries. My Internship finishes next Monday so I'll be cast adrift without any sort of crutch (shit) and I can only hope that instead of disappearing into Playstation emulation and blogs about shoes I'll force myself into finding some other outlet. Time to start painting again? Perhaps. Let's deal with the photos first though, eh?
This'll probably work for a little kick up the arse though:
Oh yeah, I really want my skateboard back too. I'll get my mum to bring it over, thus saving any number of dollars.
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