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Back in Vancouver!
May. 7th, 2013 09:52 pmGoing to try to do this blogging thing again.
I'd be perfectly happy taking the train, except it comes at inconvenient times. I had two options today, one of them requiring me to get up at 6:30AM and the other involving getting to Vancouver at 11PM. I went with the 6:30AM wake-up.
It sucked.
I spent an hour and a half convinced I was going to throw up, I can only assume because of sleep deprivation. The train ride itself was fine, since I'd moved into the silly phase of sleep dep, and then I took a nap.
It was a very short nap, though, and that's when things started being a problem.
I'm fine with enclosed spaces, when I'm on my own. Spaces that are enclosed because they're full of people, however, makes me feel sick and panicky. You know how when a plane lands, everyone gets up but no one can move because no one in front of them is moving, so they're all just standing there? Yeah, I have to mash my face up against the window and focus on breathing. Anyway, getting off the train was like that. And then people cut in front of me at the customs line and then proceeded to move really, really slowly and not pay attention to their surroundings. That was annoying. Then I had to swallow my irritation and be nice with the customs people because they're just doing their jobs and it's not their fault that people had been stupid and crowded into my space.
Then Andrew and I went to catch the Skytrain so we could catch a bus, and because I did not at the time have my bus pass from the school, I had to buy a ticket from one of the machines. It ate my quarter and then got all shirty with me while I was looking for another in my purse. And then some idiot got halfway on the escalator in front of me and then stopped, while another person bumrushed me from behind, almost causing me to fall over.
This may have been the point when I started growling about eating people.
So we took the Skytrain and caught a bus, which was partially full, but partially full of people who are inconsiderate fox bagels and don't understand that, when the window seat is empty, they should definitely not sit in the aisle seat and ignore the fact that no one can hop over them to get to the damn window seat. And some lady was snotty at Andrew when he apologized for accidentally nudging her with his bag. Canada's fabled politeness was not in evidence today.
Fortunately, we made it back to my place without any bloodshed occurring, and I immediately dropped all my stuff and took a nap for a couple hours. Things were okay at that point. I fed my roomie's cat and watered her plants, and then Andrew and I went to campus to get my bus pass for the month and wander around a bit.
Then we acquired pizza, which was buy-one-get-one-half-off, so we each got a pizza plus bonus left-overs. And then we went back to my place and ate some of our pizza, and then Andrew went for a walk while I went "nope, I am going to read about cats on the internet".
And thus, happiness was achieved. Except that I don't know where I'm going to install my clothesline. The doors, window, and closet conspire against me.
I'd be perfectly happy taking the train, except it comes at inconvenient times. I had two options today, one of them requiring me to get up at 6:30AM and the other involving getting to Vancouver at 11PM. I went with the 6:30AM wake-up.
It sucked.
I spent an hour and a half convinced I was going to throw up, I can only assume because of sleep deprivation. The train ride itself was fine, since I'd moved into the silly phase of sleep dep, and then I took a nap.
It was a very short nap, though, and that's when things started being a problem.
I'm fine with enclosed spaces, when I'm on my own. Spaces that are enclosed because they're full of people, however, makes me feel sick and panicky. You know how when a plane lands, everyone gets up but no one can move because no one in front of them is moving, so they're all just standing there? Yeah, I have to mash my face up against the window and focus on breathing. Anyway, getting off the train was like that. And then people cut in front of me at the customs line and then proceeded to move really, really slowly and not pay attention to their surroundings. That was annoying. Then I had to swallow my irritation and be nice with the customs people because they're just doing their jobs and it's not their fault that people had been stupid and crowded into my space.
Then Andrew and I went to catch the Skytrain so we could catch a bus, and because I did not at the time have my bus pass from the school, I had to buy a ticket from one of the machines. It ate my quarter and then got all shirty with me while I was looking for another in my purse. And then some idiot got halfway on the escalator in front of me and then stopped, while another person bumrushed me from behind, almost causing me to fall over.
This may have been the point when I started growling about eating people.
So we took the Skytrain and caught a bus, which was partially full, but partially full of people who are inconsiderate fox bagels and don't understand that, when the window seat is empty, they should definitely not sit in the aisle seat and ignore the fact that no one can hop over them to get to the damn window seat. And some lady was snotty at Andrew when he apologized for accidentally nudging her with his bag. Canada's fabled politeness was not in evidence today.
Fortunately, we made it back to my place without any bloodshed occurring, and I immediately dropped all my stuff and took a nap for a couple hours. Things were okay at that point. I fed my roomie's cat and watered her plants, and then Andrew and I went to campus to get my bus pass for the month and wander around a bit.
Then we acquired pizza, which was buy-one-get-one-half-off, so we each got a pizza plus bonus left-overs. And then we went back to my place and ate some of our pizza, and then Andrew went for a walk while I went "nope, I am going to read about cats on the internet".
And thus, happiness was achieved. Except that I don't know where I'm going to install my clothesline. The doors, window, and closet conspire against me.
