Osgoode

I’m going to be honest with you right from the beginning:

I didn’t actually subway it to the Osgoode Station area. I walked. With my friend, Caitlin.

I kind of feel like I’ve cheated somehow.

BUT WHATEVER. I took pictures and have things to say about Osgoode, so I guess that makes up for the fact that I didn’t spend the $6 needed to get there and back.

It was actually a long walk – if you know where I live, you’ll know what I mean. Good thing for us that it was actually a decent day and wasn’t too cold. Lately it’s been freezing. I try not to leave my building. Ever.

ANYWAY…

The reason we went to Queen Street was to hit up the Condom Shack. I needed to pick up a little something for a friend who’s celebrating his 19th birthday in less than a week.

The Condom Shack, in all its glory.

Honestly, this place is one of the best adult stores I’ve ever been to (and I’ve been to my fair share). It’s not even that they have a huge selection or anything, it’s just that their employees are amazing. They’re so open and honest, and it’s actually nice to have someone tell you the truth about certain products they’ve tried. The employee that we spoke to spoke to us for like, five minutes about silicone lube. She was a passionate woman.

If you’re ever in the area, go inside and take a look around. Unlike most adult stores, you don’t need to be 18 to go in – I went in for the first time when I  was 15 or 16 – and buy stuff.

Next to the Condom Shack is this amazing piercing and tattoo place called Adrenaline.

Adrenaline.

It’s a little pricey, but if you want your piercings (and I guess tattoos, although I’ve never gotten a tattoo there) done right, go here. The music is loud, the people are nice, and there’s a lot of cool stuff to look at at the front of the store. Every once in a while, you’ll see some guy from a scene band mosey in. Those scene kids all look the same.

By the way, here’s a picture of Caitlin:

HUPPEH.

… moving on.

Another gem of Queen Street is the Silver Snail. If you live in Toronto and have never heard of the SS… I’m sorry. We can never be friends.

I just Googled 'Comic Book Pick-Up Lines' and this came up: 'I am a superhero and I’ll patrol your block all night long.'

This place is heaven for nerds.

I mean, I’m no nerd. I just like playing Carcassonne. Like, a lot.

Seriously, if anybody gets me the Catapult expansion pack, I will love them forever. I’ve wanted it for SO LONG.

Another great thing about the Silver Snail? Their front window displays. Right now, it’s Godzilla themed:

RRRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRR!

I’ve never even seen Godzilla and I still derive great pleasure from seeing this.

The SS is two levels of amazing if you’re into comics or action figures or whatever. Caitlin is definitely nerdier than I am, so she probably appreciates this place a little more than I do, but I still like it. It’s right across from the Rivoli too, so if you’re ever going to a show there or something, you can just stop by the SS. To buy me the expansion pack. Please. And thanks.

The final place that I took a picture of was the Black Market:

Everything actually IS $10!

The Black Market is my favourite clothing store ever. Every time I go, I end up walking out with at least one amazing piece of clothing that I wear pretty much every day.

Case in point: my dog sweater. If you’ve ever met me, you probably know what I mean.

I didn’t take any pictures of what it looks like on the inside (YOU NEED TO GO IN AND SEE FOR YOURSELF), but trust me when I say that it’s glorious. I could spend hours and hours in there and not get bored (I’ve done it before). This time, I bought a t-shirt with a picture of Napoleon riding a bike on it, as well as a blue scarf. Needless to say, both items will be worn many, many times. I’m so pumped.

 

Fashion Crimes - Cool clothes, but I've yet to find something in there that I would actually wear on a day that isn't Halloween.

We went to some other stores in the area (Lush – I bought a lettuce face mask – and DavidsTea – I bought 50g of Dulce & Banana), and then we decided that it was time to head back to campus. Before we left though, we made sure to take some pictures of some of the street art.

As much as I say I dislike Queen Street, it has its good sides. On weekends and in the summer, it’s usually filled with 905ers on day trips (I know, I said the same thing about Kensington Market), but since we went on a Tuesday in the morning, it wasn’t busy at all. If you go during the day too, the workers are WAY nicer because they don’t have to deal with all the high school kids. We didn’t have one bad service experience today, so I’d say the trip was a success.

Also, we stopped at King’s Noodle House on our way back to campus! Caitlin bought me lunch because she owed me money. Then she bought an apple. It was huge.

 

IT'S SO ABNORMALLY LARGE.

Going to Queen Street was just a good way to spend a Tuesday with a good friend. Plus, I got to tried fried dough at King’s. MMMMMMMM.

Sherbourne

Whenever I go to Sherbourne station, I always find myself marveling at one thing – the ridiculous number of glasses stores in the area.

Seriously, it’s ridiculous. YOU ONLY NEED ONE GLASSES STORE PER BLOCK.

Moving on.

Sherbourne is one of my favourite places in Toronto. People are usually kind of surprised to hear me say this though, because it’s not really the nicest area. I mean, there are some really gorgeous townhouses on Sherbourne Street, but there are also some really grubby ones.

I LOVE these houses.

The street parallel to Sherbourne. Sorry, I never found out what the name of it was.

If you look closely, you can see that someone hung up a Toronto Maple Leafs towel. True pride.

I think the reason I like it is because it has character. You know how New York has character? And London and Paris have character? This is like, one of the only parts of Toronto that actually has its own genuine… vibe. (I bring this up because my friend and I had a conversation about this just the other day.)

A boarded up house on Sherbourne and Howard.

There’s a Goodwill in a small shopping centre that’s just less than a block away from the station, so I always make sure to pop inside there when I’m in the area. It’s huge. Way bigger than the one in Oakville. That being said, the one in Oakville is significantly better because they play music. (‘Forever Young’ on loop. It’s glorious.) On the plus side though, the one at Sherbourne has comics! I bought issues 1-3 of Fell.

Fell! I'm pumped.

I was so tempted to buy it.

But the real reason I went to Sherbourne is to go to the No Frills. I usually go to the one at Dufferin, but it’s always so busy, so I thought I’d check this one out. It actually wasn’t bad. The cashier was being kind of rude to the woman in front of me, but I think that was because the customer was trying to return a lettuce that she had clearly dropped in the mud or something. No Frills cashier, you’re excused. I would’ve been a lot more rude if someone tried that with me.

But she WAS quite pleasant when she was serving me. I made sure to say thanks.

The weather today wasn’t particularly great. Even with my calve-high boots (I love those things), I still managed to get mud all over the back of my jeans. Plus, I had to carry the heaviest grocery bag ever. Sometimes my life can be so difficult.

Sherbourne stop is right in the south part of the Rosedale area of Toronto. Rosedale’s nice. Very nice, actually. That being said, south of Rosedale isn’t nearly as nice. I don’t know if a lot of families live there, but it just doesn’t scream “I AM A CHILD-FRIENDLY COMMUNITY!” to me.

Note to the city to Toronto - sticking a park in the middle of a doesn't-appear-to-be-a-great-neighbourhood-for-families neighbourhood won't fool anyone into thinking otherwise.

I could be wrong though. I don’t really know.

On the plus side, there is this:

I don't know what it is, but I like it.

… I feel like people do drugs in there.

Yup, child-friendly neighbourhood.

Dundas

The Dundas stop.

I can honestly say that the area around the Dundas stop is my least favourite area of this whole city. I hate almost everything about it. (I briefly touched on this in my post on Wellesley.)

It’s dirty. It’s crowded. It’s just… ugh.

The shops at Yonge and Dundas. The Eaton Centre is JUST out of view.

Let me tell you about today’s very short experience at Dundas.

Almost immediately after walking up the stairs from the station, a homeless woman missing an eye asked me for money. I kept walking and she stayed where she was, but she yelled at me until I was too far away to hear her any longer. Then, as I passed the door to the Eaton Centre (Dundas is one of two stops that takes you to the Eaton Centre – that’s how big it is), a man handing out Black History Month flyers followed me for a bit. This whole time, more mentally insane homeless people are yelling at me for change.

The thing is, this whole experience wouldn’t make me hate Dundas if it didn’t happen EVERY SINGLE TIME I’M THERE. Last time, this homeless woman stopped right in front of me while I was walking, patted me on the shoulder and said, ‘Hey there, beautiful, got a couple of dollars?’ Yeah, that’s not really okay with me, thankyouverymuch.

I just hate it. I feel so uncomfortable when I’m by myself at Dundas.

That’s why as soon as I figured I had enough to write about, I left. And now I’m at a Starbucks on Bay, attempting to finish one of the million papers I have due within the next couple months.

Here are some of the pictures I took:

Dundas Square.

This is Dundas Square on the corner of Yonge and Dundas. Tons of concerts and other events are held here throughout the year. In the summer, there are little fountains all over the place and it can be gorgeous, and that’s why I don’t 100% hate everything about Dundas. Those fountains.

The World's Biggest Book Store on Edward St.

… before you say anything, I can’t help it. This store has EVERYTHING and it’s all so organized!

Ryerson University.

Hey look, it’s Ryerson University!

This university campus is SO small – it’s literally about one square block. There are like, five buildings in total, and this university is pretty much the butt of every joke made by U of T and York students. For good reason.

JUST KIDDING, THEY HAVE SOME DECENT PROGRAMS. … some.

Here’s something kind of funny I read about Ryerson a little while ago:

http://theeyeopener.com/2010/11/profs-walk-out-on-engineering-students/

WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU PAY THAT MUCH MONEY TO GO TO CLASS AND THEN FOOL AROUND THAT MUCH IN CLASS?! Good on ya, Ryerson Engineers. Watch out, world, those are the people that are going to be building your bridges four years from now.

Zanzibar.

Zanzibar is legendary, and that’s why I felt it was necessary to post a picture of it up here. “Hotter than the Yonge Street fire?” Come on, you have to give them credit – that’s pretty funny.

Well, there you go. Those are all the pictures I took of Dundas before I ditched. And, hopefully, I won’t be back for a very, very long time.

North York Centre

One of the signs that tell people that they can go inside the Civic Centre to reach the subway. I'm one of those people that spent like, five minutes trying to figure out how to get back to the subway, even with these signs.

So what’s one of the first things I do once I get back to Toronto?

That’s right. I subway it up. Welcome back. Leah!

I’ve decided that I’m gonna try to get ahead on all my readings for the next term, so I thought it would be a good idea to mosey on over to somewhere I could get some reading done. The first place I always go to is Robarts, because I live right near it.

But you know how Robarts is always packed? That was NOT the case when I went. For once, THERE WAS PRETTY MUCH ONLY ME THERE. It was sketchy and I didn’t like it, so I fled the building. And then decided to find out where the Toronto Public Libraries were. And then I decided that I may as well make a blog post about it.

The first library I found that was near a subway stop was North York Central Library, so off I went. The thing is, I took the subway from Museum stop as opposed to my usual St. George stop, so I was planning on taking the train northbound to St. George, transferring, going eastbound to Bloor, transferring, and then jut going north until I reached my destination. But then I got cold, so I decided to save myself the trouble of waiting for my correct train and just get on the southbound train, go past Union, and then just go all the way north. So I did.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, that must have been one long subway ride.

It was. It really was. But much iPod Solitaire was played, so it’s all good.

Actually, to be completely honest, I really enjoyed the long ride. I usually find riding the subway really, really relaxing. Plus, I got to watch some guy look at his reflection in his iPhone for at least fifteen minutes. Every once in a while, he’d pucker his lips and swoon over himself.

After my trek over the North York Centre stop, I got out of the subway terminal (which is basically just this huge empty room) and went outside to explore. There was a sign that indicated that I could just go underground to the library, but I decided that, since I went all the way to North York, I should probably look around.

First thing I see:

SKATING!!!!!!!!!!!

Please note the excessive use of exclamation points in that picture’s caption.

I LOVE SKATING.

That’s right, the Mel Lastman Square gets turned into a skating rink in the winter months. How am I just finding out about this?!

Mel Lastman Square is just a pleasant little area. There’s a stage for performances and some picnic tables where people can sit and eat. Literally right beside it is the building for the Toronto District School Board, the Civic Centre and the library. Across from the Square is a shopping centre and some nice little restaurants.

I have fallen madly in love with this area.

A sculpture in the middle of the road. It must be there for a reason, but I'm not sure what that reason is. Regardless, it's pretty nice.

So after walking around the area for a little bit, I decided that it was finally time to get down to work. Actually, one of the reasons I had to walk around for a bit is because I arrived at around 1:25 and the library opened at 1:30. But it was finally open, so I went on in.

AND SOMEHOW IS WAS ALREADY PACKED. Which is really saying something about the number of people in this library, because there are 6 FLIPPING FLOORS.

What's on each floor.

This library is HUGE. I don’t know if all Toronto libraries are like this, but like… I kid you not when I say that all of the stuff in this library is probably the equivalent to three or four libraries in Oakville. Plus, there’s a lot more offered. At this particular branch, there’s a film viewing centre, Wi-Fi and a piano practice room. PLUS, did you know that you can borrow passes to museums and such at the Toronto Public Libraries? Here’s more information on that.:

http://www.torontopubliclibrary.ca/museum-arts-passes/

I will definitely be taking advantage once I get my hands on a Toronto library card.

But seriously, the libraries offer so much. I picked up one of the ‘What’s On’ booklets that tells you about all the clubs and groups offered, and there’s something for everyone. There are some things that I’m actually seriously thinking about attending, so I’ll keep you guys posted.

The shelves in the library. See?! So many books. And this area was sparse compared to everywhere else.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention:

Throughout the library are original? works of art that the Toronto Public Library has purchased from Canadian artists. Here’s one of the works, done by John Joy:

Fact: I didn't know who John Joy was until I saw this and read the little plaque thing. Thanks, library, for teaching me something.

I’m not a huge art buff, but I still thought that was kind of cool.

OH YEAH, AND ANOTHER THING I ALMOST FORGOT.

As I was in the library reading a novel for class, two men walked by in security uniforms. The first one was an overweight man who must have been at least in his 80s and was walking with a wobble and the other one (who passed by a little bit later) was, quite possibly, one of the biggest, most buff men I have ever seen. Clearly, the Toronto Public Library only hires the best. Have the security guards always been there or is this just a response to the crossbow shooting?

Anyway, I’m a fan of the Toronto libraries if they’re all like this one. I’m gonna have to go check out some other branches!

After I was done in the library, I packed up my things, walked through the Civic Centre, and went back on the subway.

The inside of the Civic Centre. There are shops and stuff inside too, but it's not that fun taking pictures of shops.

When I’m on the subway, I’m usually listening to my iPod and playing iPod Solitaire. This time was no different.

However, at Eglington, hundreds of people not wearing pants got on the subway.

All at once.

The car was packed.

That’s right, I was stuck in the middle of the annual No Pants! Subway Ride.

No, but seriously… at that moment, I wished I was a part of the event.

Instead, I went to a library and read Durrenmatt.

Oakville

I couldn’t resist any longer… I MISS BLOGGING.

So I decided to do a blog about Oakville, where I’ve spent the last couple of weeks and will spend the next couple of days until I get back into Toronto.

I moved to Oakville when I was 3 or 4, so this is basically the only place I’ve ever really considered ‘home’. It’s technically not even a town because it’s too big, but the big wigs keep fighting to keep calling it a town, so that’s what it is.

A town.

Stuff like this is a big deal here.

A lot of people make fun of Oakville and how’s it’s kind of… bubble-esque (just UrbanDictionary ‘Oakville’ and you’ll understand), but I love it. It was the perfect place to grow up and it’s the perfect place to come back to after a stressful term at school.

That being said, I absolutely can’t wait until I get back to Toronto.

The last few weeks have been kind of rough. Kind of. I’ve had to spend time dealing with (and avoiding) people I didn’t want to deal with and, for some reason, it’s made me feel kind of lonely.

And anyone who knows me really well knows that, whenever I feel this way, I go one of two places:

Walmart or the lake.

As much as I would love to say that I hate Walmart… I just can’t. The prices are too low. I know it’s awful, but… I can’t help it. I’ve tried to hate it. I really have.

MOVING ON TO THE LAKE.

Oakville’s lake is absolutely my favourite place in the world.

Here, I took a lot of pictures for you.

You can kind of see Toronto in the background.

A path in Coronation Park.

... protecting the tree?

Where I sat in the video you can watch at the end of this post.

In the summer, it's a waterpark! In the winter... it's a lovely piece of art.

DUCKS! Lots of them. ... there are also some geese hidden in there.

WHERE ARE THE PICNIC TABLES?! Some picnic area.

I just really, really like these boots.

I really need to calm down with the pictures.

Anyway, I didn’t just go to the lake today. The real reason I went out was to go to GOODWILL. Only the best place ever. I needed to pick up some records so that I could make some more record bowls. I ended up spending less than five dollars for all this junk.

(That’s right, more pictures.)

Records.

Books.

… I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this stuff.

And guess what? RIGHT NEAR GOODWILL IS THIS:

THE BINGO HALL!

That’s right. The BINGO HALL. Where, I would just like to point out, I am a VIP Player. I have a plastic card that says so and everything.

… my mom and I had a lot of fun Bingo-ing it up on New Year’s Eve. Honestly, if you’ve never been, this Bingo hall’s a GREAT place to go, and they’re so friendly. Just make sure you arrive on time – I can’t stress that enough.

I definitely plan on going back sometime though. Wanna come with?

By the way, as I was leaving Goodwill, I saw this:

Very smooth.

Oopsy daisy.

Anyway, I love Oakville. It’s my favourite, and I’m so glad that I grew up here. It’ll always be home.

Here’s a video I made while driving. It’s not that great, but if you wanna see what Oakville looks like… here you go. THAT’S RIGHT, I’VE GRADUATED TO THE VIDEO FEATURE.

(I know the song doesn’t really fit, but I just love the song so much. By the way, I DO do a little speaking towards the end!)

By the way…

That’s chate.

What UrbanDictionary has to say about Oakville:

Everyone who lives here refers to Oakville as a bubble, but in reality, they’re all just in denial that they make up this so called bubble. Most of the girls here are obsessed with the OC, and Abercrombie and Fitch. The boys are obsessed with poker, and pretending that they don’t watch the OC.

A town in southern Ontario just outside of Toronto bordering Mississauga. One of the richest towns in Canada. The Oakville ‘ghetto’ is Kerr Street a street which is no whwere close to being low income.
The town consists of:
* wanna-be-think-they-are-hard-wigger white boys.
* Abercrombie/A & F white boy and girl all american wannabes.
* House parties every weekend

Also known as jokeville, Cokeville, smokeville, tokeville, oaktown, o town, o dizzle, civ

Oakville is not some alternate universe of white, beautiful people sipping daiquiris by the poolside. The majority of people don’t make six-figure incomes. There’s the occasional Louis Vuitton bag or Lexus in the school parking lot but it’s not extremely common. It’s not like on Gossip Girl or the OC, anyone who thinks that needs a reality check. Because the real estate is so expensive, many of the houses and properties are smaller, with the exception of the people who live right by the lake. Some people are even (OH NO!) on finical assistance. The population is principally white but it’s not like we grab the pitchforks every time we see someone of another race. It’s a pretty boring place to live, so most teenagers just sit and talk or do drugs (which are of a pretty decent caliber). There are some pretty sizable douche bags but there are also some genuinely chill people.

A bubble in the province of Ontario. Where rich kids have little to do so they turn to drugs and bush parties. Teens make up slang like CHATE and CRUNK so that they can use them in everyday situations and appear to be smarter and cooler. Kids tend to copy and almost ‘reproduce’ the lives of characters on popular tv shows. Oakville is a city where the rich get richer, and they call Kerr street the ghetto, (where really living there is probably nicer than alot of cities) Major Districts of Oakville are; Lakeshore – people who can afford to live in gigantic mansions that overlook the lake, Glen Abbey – the rich suberb/community where teens
get drunk in the ravine, and Bronte – the harborside community which is laced with cornershops which reflects older cities. Oakville is a city where everyone copies the OC and emo kids roam the street complaining abouyt their perfect lives. Boy, i love living here!

Update

Okay, so… hi.

I know that I haven’t been updating lately – I MISS GOING TO SUBWAY STOPS! – but I’ve been really, really busy preparing for my philosophy exam (which is taking place in just over 12 hours) and with getting ready to go home for the holidays.

And, because I am going home tomorrow almost immediately after my exam, I won’t be able to venture out and about the city until I return to Toronto sometime in early January.

This makes me really, really sad.

But there will be lots of amazing adventures in the new year!

(By the way, I went to Mother’s Dumplings on Spadina last night. AMAZING. Go if you’re ever in the area and looking for amazing food.)

Have fun Christmas shopping! MAKE SURE YOU TAKE LOTS OF PICTURES WITH SANTA.

Dundas West

You know the area will be a good time when there's a McDonald's attached to the station.

It’s 7:30 on a Sunday evening, and where I am?

Sitting in a Starbucks, studying for my Spanish term test tomorrow. So much for meeting up with people.

That’s okay – I’ll get good grades. I think I’ll do okay.

The Starbucks. It's so nice.

This is my first time west past St. George, so it’s a pretty momentous occasion, me being here. That being said, it’s 7:30 on a Sunday evening. This does not appear to be a very happening place.

Actually, it’s a nice area. Unlike Donlands, where I got off the subway car only to see a massive group of scary men huddled in a group, examining something (PROBABLY A KNIFE!), this is an area I feel completely safe in, despite it being pitch black outside.

Although it’s nowhere close to suburbia (and believe me, I know suburbia), there are a lot of things about this area that remind me of Oakville. For example, the picture below:

... it's so SPACIOUS.

The typical suburban plaza. A Loblaws, an LCBO and a Zellers. All you’ll ever need. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be if there were a Bulk Barn somewhere in there.

And then there are the people.

Let me put it this way:

When I walked into the Starbucks I am currently sitting in (and stealing WI-FI from), there were two high school girls occupying the comfy chairs. And then there were old people reading newspapers, who occupied all the other chairs. All but the disabled person’s table.

Hence why I am sitting at the disabled person’s table.

I purchased my Egg Nog Latte (which is surprisingly delicious, by the way… I think it’s the nutmeg that does it), and seated myself at this table. Not even two minutes later, an elderly man asked if he could join me at my table.

So I think I’ve determined the demographic of the area.

That being said, now there is a friendly middle-aged Chinese man sitting across from me, because the elderly man stole the comfy chair area as soon as the high school girls left. Also, on my way here, I passed a fitness centre (BOXING!), so either there are really fit old people here or there are SOME younger people living in the area. I also passed a store that is dedicated solely to selling baby carriages, so maybe there are some new families here, and they just don’t like Starbucks.

BOXING!

And then there are 35837598376987348967349867396 nail salons, where I’m sure the elderly women like to get their nails done. Just throwing that out there.

One of the billion nail salons in the area.

I would just like to mention that this Starbucks (the one on Dundas St. West and some other street that start with Ro…) is, quite possibly, the nicest one I’ve ever been to. Not only is it just really spacey and nice, the man who made my coffee was very pleasant.

Pleasant. I’m starting to sound like my mother.

But he was pleasant. That’s the only word I can use to describe him.

I’m not sure if all the stops out west are like this one, but if they are, the difference between east and west Toronto is obvious. I’m not going to expand on this right now, just because I can’t really judge right now, but I’ll let you know the differences as soon as I’m sure I’ve found them out.

Oh man, Jeff Buckley’s version of Hallelujah just came on.

I never liked this version until now.

For those of you that know what this means, I’m can feel myself slipping into the in-between.  Hug me.

Back to Dundas West:

It’s a bit of a walk to this Starbucks from the DW stop, but nothing ridiculous. I walked to the Eaton Centre and back today, so I know long walks. Actually, that walk wasn’t even bad – I chose to walk instead of taking the subway because it was snowing and I love the snow, and I had nothing better to do with most of my day. Even though it’s not snowing now – and the temperature is a little bit higher than it was before – I still came here bundled in my scarf and my hat and my mitts, just because bundling up is one of my favourite parts of winter.

Oh look, more high school students! I wonder where the nearest school is. Probably more out of the way. That’s the thing that’s starting to bother me a little bit with these subway stops – I don’t really see much of the residential areas. I mean, I see apartments and the occasional townhouse, but I’m going to need to start venturing a little bit further into city-suburbia. This will happen, I promise.

The man across from me keeps moving his head in ways that I didn’t know a person could move their head. I’m frightened.

Update: Okay, so really quickly… I’m about to leave, but I just wanted to mention two things:

1. The Asian man left and now in his place is this sweet-looking blond man. Now, when he left the Asian man left his empty cup on the table, but when the blond man sat down, he just moved it to the side and started enjoying his tea. Then the Asian man, who was just about to leave, glanced over and saw his empty cup sitting there. He then proceeded to run over, (genuinely) apologize for having left his cup there, and throw it out. It was, quite possibly, the most adorable thing I’ve seen all week.

2. THIS WOMAN JUST WALKED IN WITH BRIGHT BLUE HAIR. I LOVE IT. … I had blue/purple hair this summer. And then it turned gray. A part of me misses my gray hair.

And I know I said 2 things, but here’s a third:

3. WHAT IS UP WITH PEOPLE WEARING SHORTS AND TIGHTS? I mean, sometimes it looks good, but it is -8 degrees outside. THIS GIRL JUST WALKED IN IN RIDICULOUSLY SHORT JEAN SHORTS AND PANTY HOSE. I mean, I’m sorry girlfriend, you don’t look cute, you look stupid.

That’s all.

Starbucks is a great place to go to when you have nowhere else to go.

P.s. Please note how I am wearing the TTC shirt I bought at Kensington.

P.s.s. That old man who stole the comfy chairs has been staring at me this whole time. I’m leaving.

Hugh's Room. I don't know who Ian Thomas is, but I missed Craig Cardiff at HR last Thursday. I was sad.

A poster. On a wall.

I don't know what this is, but I like it.

IS THIS A CHAIN OR SOMETHING?! I see the name 'Ali Baba' everywhere.