Friday, August 20, 2004
So I missed my train. Go on, laugh. Why did I miss it? Well besides not giving myself enough time to leave--I couldn't find something!!! I had to bring back my dog's clippers cuz I borrowed them and so what did I do? I waited until the morning to look for them, 10 minutes before i had to leave. Of COURSE I couldn't find them!! I rampaged through our place looking for them arhg I was so mad. I gave up in frustration and left because I had 15 minutes to get there...I would have to face the wrath of my parents when I got home....it made me so angry because I see them every single day and when I needed them, they were gone!! That's always how it is, isn't it! Anyway, so I stormed out the door and heaved my damned luggage onto the streetcar and went to Union Station. I was sweating by the time I got into the station because I was moving as fast as I could, dragging that damned bag up the stairs and so forth. I knew I was screwed. I could feel it. I headed straight for the ticket booth and proceeded to hand him my print-out receipt for my ticket (purchased online). "I hope I didn't miss my train", I said out of breath. He looked up as if he knew exactly what train I was talking about. "Which train?" He asked casually.
"To London!" I panicked. Again with the casual response. "Oh that train left a few minutes ago! You've missed it! It's gone." He kept repeating. I winced. NOOOOO!!! Without even thinking I asked him for a ticket for the 12 o'clock train--I knew when the next one was because I was considering that train yesterday! I KNEW I should have just gotten my ticket for that!! No more early morning trains! ever!! Especially after I had dragged myself out of bed at 6:30...okay, it wasn't that difficult to get up, Puppy decided that he preferred to sleep on the majority of my bed space rather than the end of the bed, so I wasn't exactly comfortable....I only have a single, too.
I badly just wanted to leave my suitcase in the station. I cringed at the very thought of having to go all the way downstairs, out into the subway, down the stairs and to the streetcar..on and off the streetcar ughh...but I didn't know how the baggage system worked. I think it costed money! To hell with that-on I went with sore arms and lugged it all back home. And yes I am weak. Anyway, back at the ranch. Rob was still in bed....I felt bad for making such a mess of the place that I cleaned everything. I did some laundry, I made my bed, I tidied the floors, I vaccumed the floors, I did the dishes, and took the dog for a walk. I even had time for a cup of tea and some lunch and relaxation before I left again. Oh, and I found the clippers!!! I left 45 minutes ahead of time this time and I made it in time to stand in line for a while. WHAT was with the huge lineup! who the hell wants to go to London and Windsor. Honestly.
I started chatting with this guy standing beside me because he asked me if it was the right line and you know how it goes, we just kept on conversing. We got on the train together (he was also going to London) and we sat together and chatted most of the way there. He was so nice. I felt so bad though because he actually has sickle cell anemia and had been going through a rough time his whole life. Funny thing is, I would never have been able to tell. He doesn't wear it in his attitude or expression. Really great guy. Nearing the end of the trip, he asked me if I wanted to ever get together with him in Toronto and we exchanged msn's. That's the cool thing about msn. Complete strangers you meet on a train and you find yourself making friends with, normally, you'd never see them again in your life. Stuff like msn or icq (if anyone still uses it..) lets you always stay in touch!! yayy.
My dad picked me up in London. He was a bit peeved that I missed my morning train, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. Stuff happens. Only now it's a running joke in the family now that me missing my trains/bus is a habit. Ah well. Stopped at Tim Hortons and I ran in for a whole wheat bagel with light cream cheese...I was starvng.
Talked on the way home, the hour drive,...Trying to think of stuff to say. I see things differently than my parents most of the time or the stuff I am interested in, they aren't so much..so it makes for some difficult conversation-topic-thinker-upers. Ah well. Got home and my mum and dog greeted me at the door. Brett is a huge dinosaur dog. Wow. It's so funny how I am not used to him anymore.
Had a cup of irish tea (they buy the expensive stuff Mmm....although red rose is still better anyway!!) and a bowl of cereal...I didn't really feel like eating but I was hungry still. I called my cousins...apparently some stag and doe..buck and doe?? oh whatever..party tonight at 8pm. Even her parents are gonna be there and my other cousins (her siblings)...to be honest I don't really want to go just cuz I am soo tired and I just want to read--it's a drinking party too grr.....but I want to wish my cousin a good birthday and it be nice to see them again.
Siiigh. Too bad it wasn't tomorrow instead. ah well.
Here is a crappy selection of photos.
here is Brett greeting me. You can just hear the "oh...you...you're the one that clips my nails...I hate you"
Maybe I'll get a few pics at the party....I wish I could just stay home and read at the same time nooooo boooo.
Cheerio
"To London!" I panicked. Again with the casual response. "Oh that train left a few minutes ago! You've missed it! It's gone." He kept repeating. I winced. NOOOOO!!! Without even thinking I asked him for a ticket for the 12 o'clock train--I knew when the next one was because I was considering that train yesterday! I KNEW I should have just gotten my ticket for that!! No more early morning trains! ever!! Especially after I had dragged myself out of bed at 6:30...okay, it wasn't that difficult to get up, Puppy decided that he preferred to sleep on the majority of my bed space rather than the end of the bed, so I wasn't exactly comfortable....I only have a single, too.
I badly just wanted to leave my suitcase in the station. I cringed at the very thought of having to go all the way downstairs, out into the subway, down the stairs and to the streetcar..on and off the streetcar ughh...but I didn't know how the baggage system worked. I think it costed money! To hell with that-on I went with sore arms and lugged it all back home. And yes I am weak. Anyway, back at the ranch. Rob was still in bed....I felt bad for making such a mess of the place that I cleaned everything. I did some laundry, I made my bed, I tidied the floors, I vaccumed the floors, I did the dishes, and took the dog for a walk. I even had time for a cup of tea and some lunch and relaxation before I left again. Oh, and I found the clippers!!! I left 45 minutes ahead of time this time and I made it in time to stand in line for a while. WHAT was with the huge lineup! who the hell wants to go to London and Windsor. Honestly.
I started chatting with this guy standing beside me because he asked me if it was the right line and you know how it goes, we just kept on conversing. We got on the train together (he was also going to London) and we sat together and chatted most of the way there. He was so nice. I felt so bad though because he actually has sickle cell anemia and had been going through a rough time his whole life. Funny thing is, I would never have been able to tell. He doesn't wear it in his attitude or expression. Really great guy. Nearing the end of the trip, he asked me if I wanted to ever get together with him in Toronto and we exchanged msn's. That's the cool thing about msn. Complete strangers you meet on a train and you find yourself making friends with, normally, you'd never see them again in your life. Stuff like msn or icq (if anyone still uses it..) lets you always stay in touch!! yayy.
My dad picked me up in London. He was a bit peeved that I missed my morning train, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. Stuff happens. Only now it's a running joke in the family now that me missing my trains/bus is a habit. Ah well. Stopped at Tim Hortons and I ran in for a whole wheat bagel with light cream cheese...I was starvng.
Talked on the way home, the hour drive,...Trying to think of stuff to say. I see things differently than my parents most of the time or the stuff I am interested in, they aren't so much..so it makes for some difficult conversation-topic-thinker-upers. Ah well. Got home and my mum and dog greeted me at the door. Brett is a huge dinosaur dog. Wow. It's so funny how I am not used to him anymore.
Had a cup of irish tea (they buy the expensive stuff Mmm....although red rose is still better anyway!!) and a bowl of cereal...I didn't really feel like eating but I was hungry still. I called my cousins...apparently some stag and doe..buck and doe?? oh whatever..party tonight at 8pm. Even her parents are gonna be there and my other cousins (her siblings)...to be honest I don't really want to go just cuz I am soo tired and I just want to read--it's a drinking party too grr.....but I want to wish my cousin a good birthday and it be nice to see them again.
Siiigh. Too bad it wasn't tomorrow instead. ah well.
Here is a crappy selection of photos.
here is Brett greeting me. You can just hear the "oh...you...you're the one that clips my nails...I hate you"
Maybe I'll get a few pics at the party....I wish I could just stay home and read at the same time nooooo boooo.
Cheerio
