Ikea: Parts 1 and 2

As some of you may know, some Ikeas have a bus that operates from the nearest subway station. Somehow, this became exciting - like Disneyland exciting- and I had to go. I had many visions of the Ikea bus - was it blue and quirky? Was it full of comfy Poang chairs instead of regular bus seats?

Sadly, no. It was a regular mini-coach type bus, that didn't even have Ikea written on it, just a printed out sign on the window. And then I got on and was all excited because there was a TV onboard - does this mean we get to watch commercials? Ikea has some hilarious banned commercials. But no, no tv was played. It was a speedy trip, and I found a few things for the flat, and got to ride the not-so-magical Ikea bus back to the subway.

Jen and I went to Ikea again this week, to order our bitchin' bookshelves. They are supercool. We also bought a bunch of other stuff (yay two carts!) and had some guys do some heavy lifting for us. Then we arranged for our bookshelves/dressers/organizer stuff to be delivered, which is way cheaper (like half the price) if you do it in store versus ordering the same thing on the internet and having it delivered. The only catch is is that the delivery is next day only, pretty much. You can't buy something on Tuesday and have it delivered on Saturday. Plus our delivery was supposed to come between 5-9 pm last night, but the guy was there at 4:50 and cranky. Ah well, our sweet new stuff is here. Now, to put it all together...

Oh, and we also had 50 cent hot dogs, which amused me. Ikea has everything.

Living in the "big city"

This amuses me to no end. A few years ago, I hated Toronto. It was dirty, there were homeless people everywhere, the streets were packed and it seemed like all there was were stores and the overpriced CN Tower.

Ah, how times have changed. I laughed when my former roommate posted on facebook that she could remember when in undergrad, I was so paranoid about living in a city the size of Guelph and thought TO was the devil. The above things are still true (except for the last bit about stores and the tower), but they don't mean the same things to me anymore. I know what's changed my perceptions of TO - visiting Jen here on co-op, checking out new places like the distillery district and various markets around the city, etc. All the bookstores don't hurt either :) But now it's my home, and I'm not scared of it anymore.

I probably drive my roommates crazy with the little things that amuse me so much here. Just little things at work, walking around, seeing the sites are so exciting. I wonder how long it will last. I just feel that there's so much more I can do now, from going to nuit blanche to trying a new type of food (was it Mongolian last week? I can't remember). Tomorrow I'm going for crepes for lunch at a farmer's market and I'm taking part in a meeting about a project that I'm going to be heavily involved in at work - scary! Adult responsibilities at work! But it's so cool at the same time. I'm really psyched about it all.

"The Change"

So, visiting my family for two weeks has led to some insight, mostly unpleasant. However, there is one thing I would like to state for the record here and now: please, for the love of god, let me retain some of my memory when I go through menopause. My dad is famous for not having a memory, and now my mother's joined him. She blames "the change". I'm not sure. A sample conversation, after yours truly did a Nice Thing and brought her a magazine and some news articles about celebrities my mom's interested in:
Me: Here's a copy of People and some news articles about Viggo Mortenson and his Habs shirt while filming in Ontario.
Mom: Cool, thanks.

Later (a whole TWO MINUTES later)
Mom : This picture of Viggo- he's not wearing his Habs shirt!! Why did you tell me that.
Me: No, Mom, I said the article was about his Habs shirt. This picture's part of the TIFF fashion pages.
Mom: Hmmpf. Well, I already read somewhere about how he owns a Habs shirt.
Me: Right.

Shortly therafter, mom is reading people:
"Who's this Amy Winehouse person? She sounds familiar."
Me: Yes mom, we were listening to her CD yesterday. She's the one who has the Rehab song and keeps winding up in rehab.
Mom : "Oh. Well." Then she proceeds to read the entire magazine article to me, after which I make the mistake of saying "Yes, I've already read that" and get my head chewed off for being rude. Then she goes on to read on the rest of the page, and says "well, he doesn't look like a very nice boy" and STARTS READING ME THE NEXT ARTICLE. At which point I risk life and limb and mention again that I have read the magazine, and she informs me huffily to pretend that she's reading it aloud to the cat. That would be the cat that we let outside about half an hour ago.

Christ Jeezus. I don't know who needs tranquilizers more.

Oh, and also, on the way here, I said, I really want to have a shower when I get home. So the first thing she does after letting the cat out was starting up the washing machine for a load of laundry, therefore negating any possibility of the shower in the near future. I did mention the shower and got the "oh you can wait" brush off. This is a sample of half an hour with my mother. Picture this all day everyday for two weeks. Oh, the joy.

Things I forgot to mention...

well, it's been awhile. But now I've remembered this blog as a place to procrastinate.

Finalized trip to England plans:
London, 4 days.
Southern coast, 2 days
Oxford, 2 days
Peak district, 2 days
Wedding area, 4 days.

I'm excited. But my horoscope said this morning that if I had any trips in the next two weeks, they would be changed or re-scheduled. Not that I live life by my horoscope, but the ones at MSN used to be scary accurate. I think they've got a new person doing them though, 'cause they suck now. Last Wednesday I was supposed to fly into a rage and go all Hulk-like, but it didn't happen.

I am a noob

If you're reading this, you already know that.

I sorted out the comments issue. I had the comments on moderation, and decided to take them off, but all comments made before I took the mod option off still had to be approved. So when my genius skillz kicked into action and I figured that out, it was approved.

Countdown

3 days, 2 classes, 1 project to go and there'll be four more letters to put behind my name: MLIS. Though technically I can't put them there until October 19th, when I convocate officially.

Not much else is new. Roz was away this weekend and with my sudden freedom from assignments, I thought I would have some wild times. Instead the craziness that was the last two weeks caught up with me and I slept through, well, the weekend. Good times. I did catch some chefography and giggled my way through Loaded Weapon 1, which I used to love and hadn't watched in ages.

Countdown 'till England: 15 days. Scary stuff.

So I disappeared...

it was not airlock related. Though that would be quite the adventure.

School and job hunting are taking up a lot of time. So is wasting time online and watching All My Children. What can I say, it's a glamourific life.

Quote that is so brilliant I wish I'd said it: "And ask anyone who knows me, if there’s one type of person I can’t stand it’s others." It's from the blog redacted, which also has the genius pictures of Paris vs. puppies.

This weekend is time for HP madness. I am excited and kind of sad to say good bye to Harry and the gang in the last book, I hope that it doesn't ruin the series for me.