Day 198
Today I woke up and wrote a cover letter. This wasn't some sort of normal cover letter. This was a cover/love/personal history/politics essay-type of letter. The letter was to the guy from the videostore that I want to work at. I detailed how I pretty much never want to do anything but watch movies and how working there could put my knowledge to use and thus, make me into a superhero by saving the world. Oh, and I begged for a job and shamelessly tossed around 'I love you's,' but whatever. When I finally finished it, I had my bodyguard proofread it, and I went to the videostore to present it.
When I arrived at the videostore the manager/Canadian moviestar (sort of) was behind the counter helping people. I waited and while I waited I noticed that the videostore was much cooler than I initially had thought because it has that fat lady cooking show. Finally, I went up to the counter, thinking I'd just hand it to him and walk away. "I wrote you a letter," I said. He took it from me and smiled. I told him to enjoy it. He started to read it aloud. I ducked out, embarrassed. He finally stopped, and told me he'd call me next week. He also noted that there were a lot of applicants, and my heart broke a little. Then we talked about tactics for cleaning VCR heads, and I left. I am not really sure what any of this means, all I know is that it happened.
After my videostore debacle I ran into the same friend I ran into yesterday. She and I hauled ass to a local French cafe. Inside this cafe we found a gray, curly-haired Frenchman, meringues, and kitschy overpriced gift crap. Immediately, I was drawn to the gift crap. I pulled out a scarf and some woman came from behind the counter to show me ways of tying it. The Frenchman and his friend both agreed I looked nice in the orange/turquoise scarf. When the Frenchman found out that I was American he told me that American's keep the world alive because they buy everything. He also told me that the French do many things better than the U.S., things like freedom. I called my mother to tell her how American I was for spending 25 bucks on what should be a 5 dollar scarf. She told me not to worry she had just spent well over 200 bucks shopping. Thanks, Mom.
So, tonight was my friend's birthday. Three of my fellow grad students popped by the bar to pick me up for the party. We rode the bus for well over an hour. For fun we cast everyone we knew in the roles of Disney film characters. I was Mrs. Potts. The night never got better than when we were on the bus and I was Mrs. Potts. Anyway, the party changes location while we are on the way to it and everyone on the bus felt like they were gonna throw up. This was when I should've gotten off the bus to watch Degrassi back at home. We finally got to where we are supposed to be and there was nowhere to sit. This was yet another reminder that Degrassi would be more fun.
Then, the birthday boy, who we referred to as, 'that stupid birthday boy,' decided to change location once again. We end up at some club that wants to look cool so they made me and my friend stand outside. This was another opportunity to skip out and watch Degrassi. We got in, and I had to unexpectedly pay for my friend. I looked around and saw that this club was only half full. And, they were playing horrible music, and I had no idea how to get home.
My friend decided to walk me to a bus stop. We searched around for 10 minutes walking by a guy who was facedown and cuffed on the pavement. My friend tried to reassure me that she'd be alright on her way back to the club alone. "It's okay--it's good, the cops are already here, nothing is going to go down." We finally made it to what turns out to be the train station with the help of 3 random guys that I talked to along the way. I didn't know what train to get on. So, I hopped on one and addressed the 8 strangers aboard to ask if they know which way the train is going. Finally, after taking the train, and waiting outside for the bus in the rain, I was on my way home and confident in where I was. Then I cried a little and thought I was crazy. Then, I walked 8 blocks down dark streets in the rain having to pee. Sometimes I should really just trust my instinct to watch Degrassi alone in my room.
I just watched a vlogbrothers video in which Hank adopts/fosters a retired racing greyhound. He said that there are tons of racing greyhounds that retire and need good homes. How sad is that? The fucking dog works alongside a trainer and then spends it's life racing only to be cast aside homeless to die. I used to think these dogs were weird, fucking freak dogs, but now I just think they are sad cases that I want to adopt and put in my tiny room and hug. They are quite small so I am guessing I could hug at least 7 at a time..
Tip of the Day: Always bring a map with a detailed escape route.
-Canadian Castaway
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