Umm… just woke up from the weirdest dream: was in China/classroom type setting. It was a not-sex (yeah) dream involving characters I hung out with in Beijing and friends from other settings (awkward). I’d gone to sleep feeling kind of grumpy and maybe the dream ended up the same way ’cause at some point I leave the not-sex (as I said, it was a weird dream) involving above said characters to return to Chinese class which I had been skipping afternoons. I enter at it’s awkward ’cause I haven’t been coming to class in a while and the laoshi singles me out and does that thing where she explains about how she has higher expectations of me, how she’d intended to be a pediatrician (?) but it didn’t work out and now she teaches Chinese to foreign students, and proceeded to make me read aloud from the textbook. Obviously, I could not. Later, the others come back and it’s awkward/grumpy. I can’t remember anything else, it was fuzzy and… awkward.
Filed under: Attempts | Tags: Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl, Spring cleaning, summer job, Toronto, Train 67, VIA Rail
I’ve never taken the MTL-TO evening express train this time of year. It drives straight into the sunset which is pretty but conducive to sleep, which is not conducive to a good night’s sleep after one’s arrival. But it’s okay because I got an email from my boss asking me to start on Tuesday (rather than Monday) so I have a day to fix myself up and look sharp and whatnot. I hope it’s a good job, it’ll be my first “real” job outside of aquatics.
My room is cleaner than it’s ever been before. I didn’t really hang out with Kat that much (because I was cleaning and packing) but I think I also just felt kind of numb from today’s bleak weather and last night’s sober conclusion. Nick played (Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl by Broken Social Scene which reminded me of this night at Olympic Island and the feeling of late and lyrics.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me…
I’m glad to be home though, Toronto is a nice place too; it’s full of muchly-love and muchly-missed gifties. And the weather is looking up, and I believe the sun sets later here as well.
I just saw Sibylle and Adam for the last time in the longest time and I kind of don’t know what to do with myself.
Yesterday was Sibylle’s convocation and I spent the day and night with a few from the graduating economics class and at dinner everyone made speeches to each other. It was very sweet. It makes me want to graduate but fearful of it all at the very same time. The class on Korea ended too and I won’t see most of those classmates anytime soon either. Next year’s the last year. It makes me feel anxious.
