Monday, January 10, 2005

This is a Bad Day

Point form only. Can't handle complete sentences right now.
  • On bus ride to school, a man collapsed. At first I thought the bus had hit something, but then I saw this young guy flat on his back. Pallid. No one knew what to do. Eventually, some people helped him up and the colour came back to his face. He swore up and down that he was fine and left the bus. All passengers fairly traumatized, myself included.
  • Not five minutes later, bus slammed on brakes and narrowly avoided a snowplow. Scary.
  • Learned this morning that a good portion of my class got interviews for summer internships to the Montreal Gazette. I am not one of them. Now, I'm not in love with the Gazette, so I am not completely heart-broken but this does clinch the fact that I'll be moving back to Toronto this summer. And Montreal summers are so lovely. Montreal in general is so lovely. Leaving will be difficult.
  • Had to haul 40 pounds of Sony camera and a tripod from NDG to my apartment halfway across the city. It sucked.
  • Thought I could totally make the metro car, until its doors closed right in my face. It would have been funny if it wasn't me.
  • Spilled change everywhere.
  • Very nearly clocked someone in the head with the aforementioned tripod (accidentally).
  • Achilles heel injury caused by gym shoes aggravated by winter boots, resulting in icky blood-encrusted socks.
  • Spilled alfalfa sprouts all over the fridge. Cursed God irrationally.
  • Just spent ten elevator-muzak-filled minutes on hold for a ten second conversation.

It's only 3 o'clock.

I'm not leaving my fucking room for the rest of the day.

(Now playing: "Un Mauvais Quart D'Heure a Passer", Ria Bartok)


Blogger Yasir said...

Doesn't sound like you had much fun today...come over to my blog and listen to some music (sorry blatant advert there). Good luck with your internship hunting.


4:47 PM  
Blogger Ms. Cam said...

i curse the gazette for potentially taking you away but refuse to acknowledge that you really will not be here this summer

7:36 PM  
Blogger Andrew said...

blood encrusted sock??? you're fuckin' Curt Schilling!!!

8:16 PM  
Blogger Andrew said...

other than that, you're day was crappy, and that sucks

8:17 PM  
Blogger Kelly said...

I can think of a lot of places more terrible than Toronto to spend the summer.

I'm a little jealous :)

10:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah I'll second Carol Ann. fuck the gazette. why don' you look into Mirror or Hour.


10:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

but but... you will be with me in toronto!

and well, really, my life is pretty pathetic... so at least you can feel better about yourself at my expense?


3:02 PM  
Blogger Kelly said...

i hope your day got better. *hugs*

3:19 PM  
Blogger Sofi said...

Blah. Mirror, schmirror. I can get paid ridiculously poorly writing for a weekly in Toronto, where I don't have to worry about rent.

Thanks to all for your loving concern. I ended up receiving a long-overdue unclaimed vacation pay cheque from the Star to the tune of $480, so my day did improve significantly.

7:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sucky, sucky day. Had I read this yesterday, I would have invited you to an encore screening of "The Incredibles" with me and a Jewish-Mormon closet-case and his Catholic-Jewish girlfriend... The junior mints would've been my treat.

If you want to drink, or eat magic brownies, or watch any/all of "MY So-Called Life" on DVD or "Sex and the City" Season 6, part 2, lemme know.

~Benjamin, aka Feygele.

7:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Crappy day.

As for Andrew's post earlier, Curt Schilling is a baseball player. You know, SPORTS. He played with a bloody sock on once or twice, it kinda became his thing.

Anyway, i'm glad that if i'm searching for Sarah Harmer's non-existent blog, i'll find yours.


P.S. - Come over to my blog, to listen to some music and register your credit card for a chance to win a free coupon book!!!

8:53 PM  
Blogger K. Valliant-Saunders said...

Sofi--sorry about your day. I bet you looked incredibly hot during the whole fiasco.


Not that you ever look un-hot. I swear I'm not coming on to you... Oh and send me music! I like the french, I minimally like poutine, and I really love french music. Not that poutine has anything to do with music, except if you jam it into your cd player I bet it sounds a lot like Manu Chau's "King of the bongos"...

8:56 PM  
Blogger I am the lizard queen said...

Stupid Gazoo. Stay in Montreal! Toronto is the devil (no offence, Toronto peeps). Let's get our NDG chicken-fix again soon.

9:11 AM  

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