Please write my folks and throw away my keys.
First and foremost, to Laurel: I wish you were with us in person, though I know you were there in spirit. *CHEESE*
My trip to Toronto with Andréa lasted from Tuesday early afternoon to late Wednesday night (Thursday morning, if you're anal about the time). It was the first "independent" trip I'd been on, planning everything from Toronto transit routes to calling Greyhound up and, though it wasn't a real shock then, I was accompanied with one other person my age.
It was a hellishly tiring way from Ottawa to Toronto. After the equally tiring subway ride, we fell dead at Grace's place and woke up early to take the bus to the Ontario Science Centre.
The only reason why I don't have any photos is that, at Bodywords2, they don't allow anything of the sort.
So I sketched what seemed like half the exhibit. >:D
But god. Bodyworlds. There were three major chambers, and it took me well over two hours to see everything properly.
I knew what to expect -- it would be amazingly educational and a great experience to boot -- but I never thought I'd find it artful. "Elegance on Ice" -- that was my favorite, two skaters handlocked, eyelocked, and poised delicately on the edge of their blades. Every whole figure was preserved to the eyelash. In a literal sense.
There were centimetre-thick cross sections, sagittal slices, embryo tubes, nervous systems, ventricular tumours, metastased tumours, circulatory systems (OMGHOLYSHITE), "Exploding bodies", fencers, camels, for christsakes.
Maybe I can't justify the experience with words at the moment because it's one-thirty. Maybe it's actually impossible. It was one of the best exhibits I've ever been to. Ever.
It also makes me want to take really good care of my body (though I think I'm doing passably well with not consuming meat and staying away from white flour, saturated fat, pop and sugary drinks, sugary cereal, deep-fried crap, fast food, candy bars or candy in more-than-moderation). I won't quickly forget all those diseases I saw in person.
There were a lot of STUPID! immature people, though. A shoutout to majestic_rose and vigilantelaw: you'll be surrounded mostly by OMG BRAINS AND DEAAAAAD and EWWPENISSSSSS, so lag behind a bit because their disinterested selves will leave relatively quickly.
We got to see a considerable amount of the Centre before it was time to head home -- this included a really insightful presentation (the lady was wearing a Trogdor shirt, making her ultra-awesome. With three noses.), seeing an elephant heart and going through a hella lot of crazy physics stuff (oooh, angular motion).
As a nice finish to the Toronto experience, I poured down my throat had a sushi tray followed by green tea ice cream *_____* <33333.
The effect of that quickly wore away during the journey home. It was a decending plane ride masquerading as a Greyhound bus for five hours; the pressure was horrible.
Juicyfruit sticks make everything better. *Nod*
I can't remember when I didn't love travelling, but travelling "alone" -- more like an independent being rather than with part of a group, or even family -- was a completely different experience. I just hate the lingering, hook-in-innards feeling that always comes with returning back to a mundane, routine-based lifestyle. This was way too short; then again, every trip to me isn't nearly as long as I'd want it to be.
I'm unrealistic like that.
Boston in May.
My trip to Toronto with Andréa lasted from Tuesday early afternoon to late Wednesday night (Thursday morning, if you're anal about the time). It was the first "independent" trip I'd been on, planning everything from Toronto transit routes to calling Greyhound up and, though it wasn't a real shock then, I was accompanied with one other person my age.
It was a hellishly tiring way from Ottawa to Toronto. After the equally tiring subway ride, we fell dead at Grace's place and woke up early to take the bus to the Ontario Science Centre.
The only reason why I don't have any photos is that, at Bodywords2, they don't allow anything of the sort.
So I sketched what seemed like half the exhibit. >:D
But god. Bodyworlds. There were three major chambers, and it took me well over two hours to see everything properly.
I knew what to expect -- it would be amazingly educational and a great experience to boot -- but I never thought I'd find it artful. "Elegance on Ice" -- that was my favorite, two skaters handlocked, eyelocked, and poised delicately on the edge of their blades. Every whole figure was preserved to the eyelash. In a literal sense.
There were centimetre-thick cross sections, sagittal slices, embryo tubes, nervous systems, ventricular tumours, metastased tumours, circulatory systems (OMGHOLYSHITE), "Exploding bodies", fencers, camels, for christsakes.
Maybe I can't justify the experience with words at the moment because it's one-thirty. Maybe it's actually impossible. It was one of the best exhibits I've ever been to. Ever.
It also makes me want to take really good care of my body (though I think I'm doing passably well with not consuming meat and staying away from white flour, saturated fat, pop and sugary drinks, sugary cereal, deep-fried crap, fast food, candy bars or candy in more-than-moderation). I won't quickly forget all those diseases I saw in person.
There were a lot of STUPID! immature people, though. A shoutout to majestic_rose and vigilantelaw: you'll be surrounded mostly by OMG BRAINS AND DEAAAAAD and EWWPENISSSSSS, so lag behind a bit because their disinterested selves will leave relatively quickly.
We got to see a considerable amount of the Centre before it was time to head home -- this included a really insightful presentation (the lady was wearing a Trogdor shirt, making her ultra-awesome. With three noses.), seeing an elephant heart and going through a hella lot of crazy physics stuff (oooh, angular motion).
As a nice finish to the Toronto experience, I poured down my throat had a sushi tray followed by green tea ice cream *_____* <33333.
The effect of that quickly wore away during the journey home. It was a decending plane ride masquerading as a Greyhound bus for five hours; the pressure was horrible.
Juicyfruit sticks make everything better. *Nod*
I can't remember when I didn't love travelling, but travelling "alone" -- more like an independent being rather than with part of a group, or even family -- was a completely different experience. I just hate the lingering, hook-in-innards feeling that always comes with returning back to a mundane, routine-based lifestyle. This was way too short; then again, every trip to me isn't nearly as long as I'd want it to be.
I'm unrealistic like that.
Boston in May.