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[jessifah]

This evening, I actually went out for a coffee with someone who was roughly my age, and socialized. It was really refreshing. I had forgotten how nice it is to just sit face to face with someone and have a real conversation. I used to think that small talk was so overrated, but I've changed my mind - when done properly, it can be quite healthy, and perhaps even crucial to one's well-being. But it is so frustrating... I wish I could find a small little niche here where I could find a slice of happiness. In Guelph, it was drinking wine and watching Elimidate with Danielle and Tara. In Mexico, it was hanging out on the beach with Maude, Fernanda, and Ramón. In Cuba, it was in our little apartment on 27th St., and us girls cooking spaghetti for the boys. On my 2nd trip to Mexico, it was cracking jokes with Nico, Mario, and Andrés with my feet hanging out of the car window, and scouring the streets of Mexico City with Israel for the best tacos in town.

But Toronto... I dunno... I haven't been happy here yet and I just hope that things will turn around soon. I don't hate the city, but I just have nothing to look forward to. I leave for work early in the morning, come back home at around 7:30pm, cook dinner, watch a little T.V., chat, and go to sleep. I don't want to live my life like that; it's such a drag. But at the same time, I do nothing to remedy the situation. My birthday is on Thursday, and I haven't made plans... I sort of wonder if I'm just going to spend it like I do every night since I've moved here.

Ugh... maybe I should just stop posting while I'm PMSing so no one has to hear me bitch and whine.