She Blinded Me With Science
Italian status: Completed.
Vancouver: Rolled out of bed, as hungover as a loon from the demon combination of gin, juice, Batman, and a gentle, unexpected boy keeping me up until sunrise. Slaughtered my irrational fears of unknown transit routes by taking the ferry and bus by myself. Travelling alone is lonely, in a way, and perfectly fine in another. I sat outside, humidity and cigarette smoke soaking through my skin, and listened to music and watched the coast roll by.
Arrived downtown mid-afternoon and met up with a friend from high school, as planned. We walked along Main Street and chatted to catch up- it's funny and strange how friendships change, isn't it?
Headed over to A-Zot's workplace just as he was finishing up, and caught the skytrain (!) to his place, where he changed and we made plans to head back downtown to go to the Pretty Girls Make Graves show. Met some of his friends. I tried my best not to be shy and awkward, but you know how it is. Or maybe you don't. Either way.
The show itself was.. strange. It was sponsored and had a fucking fashion show at the beginning, and there were drunk punks being, well, drunk assholes in the middle of the crowd. It was only a dollar, so I can't really complain.
Caught a cab back to ZotBoy's place, where we watched countless episodes of Sealab and died with laughter. All hilarity, all the time.
In the morning, we went to a place on Commercial Drive for delicious vegan fare. Scrambled tofu, vegetables, and veggie sausages. Bloody fantastic. A kid was dressed up as Spiderman at the table beside us, and we made snarky comments to eachother about what we would do to have a superhero as a kid. He had to take the mask off to eat, and did, reluctantly so.
Gave Malloreigh a call as we were heading back to the skytrain, and agreed to meet in front of Science World. Waiting for her to show up was much like waiting for your parents to finish making coffee before you can open your gifts on Christmas morning. When you're ten.
Yeah, you know the feeling? Like that.
Science World was a whole fuckload of awesome. I don't even have the words, really. The cute boy working at the front let us all in for "Child" prices, which was rad. We made music out of infrared beams, had stationary wheelchair races, danced in the shadow room, smashed bobbing cars with a foam mallet, and held our hands on the glowing electrical ball that everyone seems to associate with Science World. The Omnimax was all shades of brilliant, as well.
Malloreigh and I parted ways with HipsterZot and caught the bus back to the ferry, chatting the whole way. The ride back was spent outside on the deck, sharing my last clove cigarette in the bright sunshine, talking about love and family and the internet. It was the least lonely trip ever, with some of the best company I could've hoped for.
I'm home, now. Victoria feels so much less suffocating than Vancouver does. It must be the buildings. And the smog, I suppose- Vancouver has a tendency to cling to your skin. I wonder if I would ever move there, once I completely tire of Victoria.
Anyway. Tonight is dedicated to the internet and eating tortilla chips. Leaving the computer for a few days equals a crazy amount of reading and writing to catch up on, internet-style.
How was your weekend? Tell me all about it, sugah.
Italian status: Completed.
Vancouver: Rolled out of bed, as hungover as a loon from the demon combination of gin, juice, Batman, and a gentle, unexpected boy keeping me up until sunrise. Slaughtered my irrational fears of unknown transit routes by taking the ferry and bus by myself. Travelling alone is lonely, in a way, and perfectly fine in another. I sat outside, humidity and cigarette smoke soaking through my skin, and listened to music and watched the coast roll by.
Arrived downtown mid-afternoon and met up with a friend from high school, as planned. We walked along Main Street and chatted to catch up- it's funny and strange how friendships change, isn't it?
Headed over to A-Zot's workplace just as he was finishing up, and caught the skytrain (!) to his place, where he changed and we made plans to head back downtown to go to the Pretty Girls Make Graves show. Met some of his friends. I tried my best not to be shy and awkward, but you know how it is. Or maybe you don't. Either way.
The show itself was.. strange. It was sponsored and had a fucking fashion show at the beginning, and there were drunk punks being, well, drunk assholes in the middle of the crowd. It was only a dollar, so I can't really complain.
Caught a cab back to ZotBoy's place, where we watched countless episodes of Sealab and died with laughter. All hilarity, all the time.
In the morning, we went to a place on Commercial Drive for delicious vegan fare. Scrambled tofu, vegetables, and veggie sausages. Bloody fantastic. A kid was dressed up as Spiderman at the table beside us, and we made snarky comments to eachother about what we would do to have a superhero as a kid. He had to take the mask off to eat, and did, reluctantly so.
Gave Malloreigh a call as we were heading back to the skytrain, and agreed to meet in front of Science World. Waiting for her to show up was much like waiting for your parents to finish making coffee before you can open your gifts on Christmas morning. When you're ten.
Yeah, you know the feeling? Like that.
Science World was a whole fuckload of awesome. I don't even have the words, really. The cute boy working at the front let us all in for "Child" prices, which was rad. We made music out of infrared beams, had stationary wheelchair races, danced in the shadow room, smashed bobbing cars with a foam mallet, and held our hands on the glowing electrical ball that everyone seems to associate with Science World. The Omnimax was all shades of brilliant, as well.
Malloreigh and I parted ways with HipsterZot and caught the bus back to the ferry, chatting the whole way. The ride back was spent outside on the deck, sharing my last clove cigarette in the bright sunshine, talking about love and family and the internet. It was the least lonely trip ever, with some of the best company I could've hoped for.
I'm home, now. Victoria feels so much less suffocating than Vancouver does. It must be the buildings. And the smog, I suppose- Vancouver has a tendency to cling to your skin. I wonder if I would ever move there, once I completely tire of Victoria.
Anyway. Tonight is dedicated to the internet and eating tortilla chips. Leaving the computer for a few days equals a crazy amount of reading and writing to catch up on, internet-style.
How was your weekend? Tell me all about it, sugah.
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re: Slapstick - i really only went for this one because it was published around the same time as Slaughterhouse-Five and Breakfast Of Champions, though i only just got into Vonnegut and i reckon anything would please me. frankly i'm his little bitch at the moment.
have you read his Timequake? that is a mockery of the concept of a novel, in the best way of course.
which humbling moment of mine was it you liked? i totally relate to yours; corporeality can suck my balls. heh.
My weekend was alot of sitting around the apartment and walking around the town. Nothing happened and nothing got done, really.