I awoke this morning full of childlike naivety and hope that today would be the day I regained connectivity to rest of the functioning network of people who own cell phones (yes I did just consciously say cell phone). Up until this point I haven't minded going without; it is after all an expendable appendage when you're travelling with other people who have phones and/or know how to read maps. The most imminent problems that now face my lack of appendage are twofold: (1) I need a phone so potential employers can contact me; and (2) iPhones are cool and have cool apps and other really cool shit on them that I want and definitely NEED to help me navigate my way around the 'Tronts'. I've decided that's what I'm going to call Toronto: Tronts. Just then. I decided.
To make a long story short - Apple can sell me a phone outright and give me a micro sim card but then to actually use it (especially data, and let's face it, what's the point in having an iPhone if you don't have data) I would be looking at selling an organ to pay it off. Bottom line - I need to be patient and wait for my SIN card to arrive in the mail and then hot Maria at Virgin will let me sign up. Huzzah! I guess there could be worse things than seeing Maria three times in one week.
Allow me to digress...
It was a balmy 3 degrees Celsius here today. I actually overdressed and had to take a layer off. I'm sure it's short-lived though. I tidied my room up and unpacked everything this morning before setting off for yet another walk to the Dufferin Mall. Let's call him Duff, because let's face it, I'm going to be talking about the bastard A <space> LOT.
First bit of exciting news, and I don't think we really need to dwell on this because in all honesty it's not that exciting, but I am now officially a member of the Bank of Montreal. Probably the most important thing you need to know is that the card is pretty.
As well as fulfilling my banking needs, I found a little gem in Duff today. A little bloody rippa' called Dollarama. It truly is Duff's best kept secret. I bought a swag of goods for only $18! And I got all of the essentials: wine glass, almonds, exfoliation glove, lint brush etc etc etc.
So anyway I was walking home through Dufferin Grove Park and I saw a squirrel for the first time. And not just one. I saw about 40. I was very nearly tempted to crack open my bag of almonds and feed the little critters. However, not being entirely certain of the propensity of squirrels I decided against it. Being ravaged by a throng of famished furballs was not on my agenda. Not today. Nuts are hard to crack, that's all I'm going to say.
I spent some time relishing in my Dollarama delights and having a bite to eat before heading down to The Common. A local coffee shop that seems to be teeming with lezzie baristas. If I didn't feel so intimidated I'd probably ask for a job. The lezzie today had arm tatts, wore a flanno, and had hair that looked like Beyonce's in Goldmember. It was a sight. I sipped on a latte and read some more of Breath by Tim Winton. In one chapter he describes a woman as handsome. That's what I like about Timmy boy, he mixes it up.
Moving on with my strenuous day, I met Sahira at the subway and we went to Apple together (please see story of despair in paragraphs one and two). Then we met Veronica and another friend of theirs, Alison, at the movie theatre. Alison is a very interesting person. She is a Canadian who did community work in El Salvador for two years and now speaks fluent Spanish. She even wrote a book in Spanish about the political climate and feminist issues in the country. And now she is doing a PhD in politics. That's a lot of overachieving.
Movie was ok. Then I ate a burrito and came home.
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