A useless post
This is it, my last day with all my stuff. I can't believe I've been moving twice in less than a year.
But I'm really doing it ghetto style; all my stuff is packed up in Dell boxes in which my computer and printer were delivered. Good thing I kept them. In about an hour or so Kenta will come and take all the stuff so that we can put it in his basement.
Ah moving...packing boxes is a bit like that chinese game. You know when you have a big square, and they give you several quadrilaterals that you have to fit altogether in that one big square without leaving any space? Well packing boxes is the same damn thing, the way you pack your books, dvds, cds, all shaped with 4 sides into a 3D solid so that the most space is taken up and everything fits together is the same damn principle. This is how it goes for every moving. I'll be bored this weekend. I'll have to pack my bags, clean my room, and make sure all my presents fit into my case!! My bag pack is filled with cables, wires, and then I'll put my comp in it. Moving is also my big time of worries. I mean, I never know if I packed everything, or if I packed something I might need in France. Just yesterday I figured I had lost my lock for that other bag I will stock in Ken's basement. Jeez!
I have no more TV, no more fridge, luckily enough I still have internet (and that's when my internet contract ends! Onoze!), and tonnes of pennies and cents.
Oh and, I also sleep in a naked bed. You know, a bed without linens, sheets or anything. I mean it can't be dirtier than what I've slept in throughout the year... (sperm and skin flakes.)
It always feels weird to move, to live your last days in a place you won't be living in anymore, back to its original layout, and how it looked when you first stepped inside it. The place you've known doesn't have that custom look to it, that look you gave it. It's empty, boring, and dull, everything is white, whereas when you lived in it it was colorful, well not so much for my room, but it was less dull than now.
Lolzers, that's the fun in moving. You gotta learn not to get too accustomed with a temporary place!
Oh well, it's not like I called this room my own, but it's always weird to live the last 3 days in an empty room. I know I'll be bored and hungry! I only have 42 cents left on my account, and I'm waiting anytime for my account to be refilled! Damn!
My plane is on Monday at 8.25 pm (I prefer night flights!), I'll think I'll be arriving back to Idiot-land on Tuesday morning. Ah... 4 months in my home. Chillin, pretending to be American towards the French is nice! I'll get myself a haircut, and perhaps work at Quick (yay!) or somewhere else in Parly2. My first job I hope!
Aaaandd I'll be getting a new guitar. I'm not sure what it is anymore... either a PRS or a Gibson... I'll have to try them out.
Well then!
From Toronto.... well not for long anymore.... with love,
-Teoman
PS: Fucking vote Sarkozy you fucking French morons!!! Don't you fucking dare let socialism take over!! Otherwise I'm becoming Canadian or fully Turkish! I don't want to step on fucking socialist concrete on Tuesday morning when I arrive!! Do the right thing!! (please?)
But I'm really doing it ghetto style; all my stuff is packed up in Dell boxes in which my computer and printer were delivered. Good thing I kept them. In about an hour or so Kenta will come and take all the stuff so that we can put it in his basement.
Ah moving...packing boxes is a bit like that chinese game. You know when you have a big square, and they give you several quadrilaterals that you have to fit altogether in that one big square without leaving any space? Well packing boxes is the same damn thing, the way you pack your books, dvds, cds, all shaped with 4 sides into a 3D solid so that the most space is taken up and everything fits together is the same damn principle. This is how it goes for every moving. I'll be bored this weekend. I'll have to pack my bags, clean my room, and make sure all my presents fit into my case!! My bag pack is filled with cables, wires, and then I'll put my comp in it. Moving is also my big time of worries. I mean, I never know if I packed everything, or if I packed something I might need in France. Just yesterday I figured I had lost my lock for that other bag I will stock in Ken's basement. Jeez!
I have no more TV, no more fridge, luckily enough I still have internet (and that's when my internet contract ends! Onoze!), and tonnes of pennies and cents.
Oh and, I also sleep in a naked bed. You know, a bed without linens, sheets or anything. I mean it can't be dirtier than what I've slept in throughout the year... (sperm and skin flakes.)
It always feels weird to move, to live your last days in a place you won't be living in anymore, back to its original layout, and how it looked when you first stepped inside it. The place you've known doesn't have that custom look to it, that look you gave it. It's empty, boring, and dull, everything is white, whereas when you lived in it it was colorful, well not so much for my room, but it was less dull than now.
Lolzers, that's the fun in moving. You gotta learn not to get too accustomed with a temporary place!
Oh well, it's not like I called this room my own, but it's always weird to live the last 3 days in an empty room. I know I'll be bored and hungry! I only have 42 cents left on my account, and I'm waiting anytime for my account to be refilled! Damn!
My plane is on Monday at 8.25 pm (I prefer night flights!), I'll think I'll be arriving back to Idiot-land on Tuesday morning. Ah... 4 months in my home. Chillin, pretending to be American towards the French is nice! I'll get myself a haircut, and perhaps work at Quick (yay!) or somewhere else in Parly2. My first job I hope!
Aaaandd I'll be getting a new guitar. I'm not sure what it is anymore... either a PRS or a Gibson... I'll have to try them out.
Well then!
From Toronto.... well not for long anymore.... with love,
-Teoman
PS: Fucking vote Sarkozy you fucking French morons!!! Don't you fucking dare let socialism take over!! Otherwise I'm becoming Canadian or fully Turkish! I don't want to step on fucking socialist concrete on Tuesday morning when I arrive!! Do the right thing!! (please?)
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