This week I was taking the bus back home and this guy was just going at picking his nose, he just didn't stop. It was gross I don't want to touch any poles on the bus now, and like 30 minutes before this while still on the bus some guy in a white van was doing it too. No shame!

Today I was at work and on cash with J and I called this one lady to come to my line since there was no one there. So she comes over and was asking some questions about the kid's sweater and I went to check the price and the style of it. And whatever we talked for a little and she signed her credit card receipt and than formally introduced herself as L and asked for my name, and I said M. And she said it was nice to meet me and I said it was nice to meet her and she left with her husband. It was so random and unexpected but it was also quite lovely that not everyone is crazy and mean. ;) A good end to the night, which we got out of quickly, because the store died down a lot towards the end. Yay!

I just got an e-mail that said my thesis zines have gone missing. :o Hahaha, what in the world? Who goes to a gallery and just takes other people's work. Unless as we have discussed there was a misunderstanding that people thought they were supposed to be taken? But that is nonsense. Anyways, a message to whoever has taken my zines for whatever reason, please take good care of them and enjoy browsing through them. I just wished you asked before, I would have printed out a rough copy. It just sucks that now they must be reprinted again, which took up a lot of money and time. Money I made during my poo job while trying to balance school at the same time to graduate. And now I sort of need them to show in my portfolio to job interviews and it costs money to print them again while at the same time trying to pay back my OSAP. And today my mom finally got a chance to go see them from on her lunch break at work and nothing to show boooo. I worked all year on those zines and would appreciate them back, but if not we move along I guess. :)

Toronto Library
April 26 2011

This isn't about a stranger, just a strange moment. I'm in the Toronto library but trying to log onto the Mississauga library website and it will not open, it just refuses.

I don't think I posted about pizza boy yet. I was at school and this guy just had this whole pizza box to himself, it was great! I kind of wished we were friends because I was hungry at the time.

April 2011
Work

I am working on cash and it's a very busy Thursday and I am in that routine saying hello, how are you, this is $___, your change is $____, thank you have a nice day. A couple comes up around the age of 40 and they are talking to me. And I understand them, but something is not right, something is different in the way they are talking. I realize after some time it's actually in Polish. He is going on about how he wants to return this item his wife has purchased because they don't want it. And I have to stop them and I tell them to hold on. How did they know I could speak Polish? And the man answered, that he just figured. (What do you mean you just figured? You can't do that!) So I said ok and helped them with the rest of the questions. I don't think I looked especially Polish that day, so we figured they have had to have seen me at church or something. But it was just funny since usually people at least ask, do you speak ____? I guess sometimes at work people come up and just start speaking to me in Spanish or Portuguese as well..

April 26 2011
Lillian H. Smith Library

It's a rainy day and I am off to meet P in a few hours, I decided to come to the library. I am sitting in the Chinese area with a bunch of old men reading Chinese newspapers around me. I will learn Mandarin one day. Another man has come up with a red and black knit sweater and sat beside me staring. I try to ignore him but this is just getting awkward. I turn around to face him and he asked if I know what the cables/plugs he is holding are. Is one an adapter? Does this one go into a TV? He found the laptop and cables in the trash and put it together himself. He is bald too. I saw I don't really know much about computers, and PC's anymore. He figured I did because I had a Mac. I told him to check online. He proceeded to ask someone else. There is a man burping in the other bookshelf. He think he is hiding from everyone but we can all still hear him. Ah, one of the old men at my table has just gotten up and is reading his newspaper standing up, he doesn't want to sit anymore. This is my first live post here, it's exciting.


UPDATE: The man proceeded to ask the other boy about his computer and it made a lot of strange sounds, after awhile he left to go to the bathroom or whatever. And it's been 3 hours since he has left his laptop there. Even when I was leaving no sign of him. There is a man snoring right beside it. And a man in an amazing Western outfit sitting beside me.