Weekend
Friday....went for a 2.6 run around the PATHETIC 200m track at McGill which was so good. Came back hocking up like a dead horse (brought from the exertion) and the roommate sent me off to the docs because I apparently sounded like I had bronchitis. The doc gave me the all-clear, apparently I, like Ben, just like to cough loudly a lot. The lungs were clear, clear, clear and I have an appointment to see an eye-doc (ok, opthamologist?) on Wed to talk about contacts.
While waiting for TWO HOURS to see the doc, I wandered into the Shag shop which is a student-run love supply store at the Uni clinic. It's stocked with condoms, lube, dams, soap, massage oil and it's not icky at all, like those gross-o shops at Lucky Plaza. It's cheap, all condoms are sold at cost price so a 12pack of durex is $4.00 (INCLUDING tax), and best of all, they have little doggy bags and you can pick and choose, thin ones, colored ones, flavoured ones, big ones, small ones (choy!), japanese ones, ribbed ones....12 for $3 yeah. It's run by students so they choose what they stock, rent is free courtesy of McGill and all products are sold at cost. Yay for the promotion of safe sex! It was nicely decorated, very gwen-art-deco style, plastic hanging hoop curtain, plastic red ball chairs...and the guy staffing it at the moment was very informative. A little bit too much.
Decided to stay in on Fri because it was too wettt then spent most of Saturday beautifying myself. Found this little Iranian beauty salon run by a gorgeous, bubbly, bouncy plump Iranian woman with beautiful brown curls and her mother who promptly threaded my entire face for the sum of $15. Apparently threading is verrry popular in Iran as in Sharia's words, "Girls in Iran after 18...*rapid circuling handmovements around face* poof!" Oy vay, the hirsute troubles of the fertile crescent. It was news to Sharia that threading is done in China and India (!!) so we had a nice gossipy little chat about hair, the grossest facial hair we've seen, racial hair (apparently when blondes get threaded they don't feel anything at all! Our black hairs are deeplyrooted it seems drat the luck) and shared a cup of coffee together. Sharia was so sweet, halfway through threading she had to turn the music off and the radio on as the Iranian love songs make her cry.
Sharia's mom though? whoosh, Dragon-lady Iranian style. Hair elaborately curled, eyebrows shaped and pruned the point of determination and a very strong smile. Wow! I love strong older women.
then I went to this Vietnamese pedicure place and got my nails apple red done. So pretty. AND they shucked off all my old skin on the balls of my feet. My feet are happy! Talked to the Vietnamese lady about travelling and apparently the Vietnamese don't hate the Chinese after all, thanks to all that intermarrying. News to me.
Went with Rajat to the Singapore student's association which was lame-o. Rajat's cute (with an annoying habit of slouching over from his AC field hockey days) but the rest? So homesick that they're desperate. And some idiot decided that the warmup activity would be speed-chatting, two rows of chairs, 1 min conversation between each participant, and moving up and down the row. They decided to call it "speed-dating" so when I walked in I smelt the Machiavellian machinations of the SDU resonating in Montreal...Ugh. Not sharing MY eggs with ANYONE. Plus the food was crap, ordered it from some lame-o cheena restaurant, I would at least have made the effort of cooking tb Spore food! Morons.
Night-time went to Central Station as party of some frat party. Tony called me up, asked me along and he's a nice guy so we went along. Bit unnerving to have your froshies (first year orientation group) come up to you and scream, "Remember me? You were my frosh leader!!!" at a club. I hate the young.
Met a cute Italian guy with a dopey smile but he was so drunk I gave him the Italian kiss (3 cheeks in rapid succession) and sent him off after his friends. I don't like drunk guys. Spent most of the night people-watching and gave the finger to this gross Syrian guy who wouldn't take polite disinterest for an answer. He got mad at me when I told him that I didn't feel like talking to anyone sorry, so it was the ol' 3rd up and off I went. Clubs really aren't my thing anymore.
Oooooooooooo forgot. Bumped into the crush today and had a little conversation bitching about school in general with him. He has the most amazing green eyes. Man, I hope he doesn't have a gf. ;) Swoon!
