Okay, too many things have happened since last Friday…so I’m just going to jam a whole bunch of things in one article.
By the way, I’m updating today (Thursday) instead of the usual Friday because my dear mother is coming to visit tomorrow. Which means Sarah will spend the whole night cleaning tomorrow, the poor sucker.
First of all…Nuit Blanche.
Now, what the hell is Nuit Blanche, and why do we care again?
Nuit Blanche is this annual…art show thingy that goes on downtown every October.
What makes it cooler than other art shows is that it starts at night and goes all the way until sunrise the next day.
What a great excuse to stay out all night and tell your parents you’re “enriching your mind”. Ja? Ja.
So this year me and Annie went with 3 other people (also high school girls. What did you expect?). Sadly, this other girl bailed on us because she had to make out with her boyfriend her parents didn’t let her go.
…Just when I typed that, she logged on MSN. Coincidence?
Or maybe it’s God’s way of saying I shouldn’t be gossiping
Yeah right
So anyway. We didn’t get to see much this year because we had to go home at around 10 and nobody even set up yet. We did see this…18th-century house as well as a bunch of paintings about elastic band balls. They were pretty cool, actually. Here, enjoy a preview.
Pictured: Elastic band roses. Cool.
This is a…heart. Stfu.
And these were my personal favorites:
No. Maybe.
Fuck Yes.
…If only they weren’t 200 bucks each.
The artist is Joanna Strong, and you can find out more about her here:
Oh and! One store managed to turn its clothing models into MANGA GIRLS. I’m not even joking. I wish I was.
Pictured: HOLY SHIT THE WORLD’S BEING TAKEN OVER BY MANGA GIRLS. RUNNNNNN.
…Is that not the creepiest thing you’ve ever seen? Dear god. This is not healthy for my sanity. Sorry for scarring your mind forever with this atrocity.
Other than that, I’m sorry to say I spent the whole night craving a hotdog and not having any money. That’s basically the worst thing that can happen to you.
I really really really really REALLY wanted a hogdog, goddammit.
Oh, come here, you.
*2 more hours of wanting a hotdog later*
…So I arrived home at approximately 12, and had to go to sleep.
…Only to be woken up by a phone call at 6:33am because I had to go volunteering for some breast cancer thing.
And the high school girl whose dad is driving me was ALREADY DOWN STAIRS WAITING FOR ME.
I spent 2 seconds going, oh shit.
Then began my epic, epic morning rush. I did my washroom stuff (brush teeth, pat down hair), put clothes on, grabbed my bag, my cell phone, my keys, my metropass, my volunteer log, my jacket, my umbrella (just in case), AND my permission form, and ran to the elevator of the apartment, and then ran out the door and got into the car.
6:39 AM.
…WOW. I was so amazed at myself I was literally like this –> :’D
I’m so pro. So pro. I think I broke some kind of record right there.
And then it turns out that the girl who was driving me forgot to bring her volunteer log. I didn’t even forget anything. Ha. Hahahahahahahahahaha.
What made the day even better?
I FINALLY got my fucking hotdog.
I was so happy.
So happy.
Happy.
Ha—
Okay. Yeah. It was really good. Go, get yourself a hogdog right now. You know you want it.
And the rest of day was just spent waving people into the city hall.
Really, the highlight of the whole day was the pigeons.
You should know that all the pigeons here are gray. And fat.
But amidst the sea of ordinary gray pigeons, there rose one majestic brown pigeon, daring to the different, to stand out—
Pictured: This pigeon being different and brown and awesome.
Here, meet Brownie, the inspirational pigeon of difference. We should all learn from him.
I was literally like, O_O NO WAY IT IS BROWN. BROWN.
Unfortunately, I did not get pictures of the other pigeons that were awesome. Sorry, Beaky, Specks, and Bluehead.
One other thing: we came across THESE.
Pictured: Why our glorious city is awesome.
These dresses were made purely from toilet paper.
This can only be appropriately expressed by keyboard mashing.
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Exactly.
…Wow, what boring topics. What a boring post. I blame my mom.
This is sad. Sorry for putting you to sleep. Now, why don’t you hop over to Annie’s amazing, not-boring post on China’s history and the amazingly sexy Chairman Meow Mao? Go ahead. I won’t get mad.
–Sarah
