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Something is on fire in my neighbourhood. I know this because the sirens- one of the MINIMUM five I hear a day (I've been counting)- have not stopped and it has been quite awhile.
My new place is not working out quite so well as I had hoped. The roommates and I have yet to really bond, nor can we seem to find anything to talk about, resulting in a lot of awkward silences. I do not feel comfortable bringing friends here. I do not really feel comfortable here myself.
It's only been ten days, but I'm thinking of maybe looking for something else. Something where I don't have to watch my back or get catcalled on the way home. The easiest way to make me want to kill you is to call me "Sexy". Not like, someone I know and like bein' all like "Hope, yer sexy", I mean like my FUCKING NEIGHBOUR ACROSS THE STREET yelling lecherous "hey sexy"s as I'm coming in from buying fucking groceries.
Vancouver is getting to me. I am tired of the apathy and the squalor and the fucking yuppies who do not give a shit about anyone who doesn't own a $300 coffee table.
I was pretty involved in an anti-poverty protest on Sunday (news story [and terrible picture of yours truly] here.) that felt really empowering, and will be doing more of the same in the near future.
Exams are killing me. I am very, very ready right now to give up, throw in the towel, go home and let my mother take care of me for two and a half weeks. I fucking give up.
My new place is not working out quite so well as I had hoped. The roommates and I have yet to really bond, nor can we seem to find anything to talk about, resulting in a lot of awkward silences. I do not feel comfortable bringing friends here. I do not really feel comfortable here myself.
It's only been ten days, but I'm thinking of maybe looking for something else. Something where I don't have to watch my back or get catcalled on the way home. The easiest way to make me want to kill you is to call me "Sexy". Not like, someone I know and like bein' all like "Hope, yer sexy", I mean like my FUCKING NEIGHBOUR ACROSS THE STREET yelling lecherous "hey sexy"s as I'm coming in from buying fucking groceries.
Vancouver is getting to me. I am tired of the apathy and the squalor and the fucking yuppies who do not give a shit about anyone who doesn't own a $300 coffee table.
I was pretty involved in an anti-poverty protest on Sunday (news story [and terrible picture of yours truly] here.) that felt really empowering, and will be doing more of the same in the near future.
Exams are killing me. I am very, very ready right now to give up, throw in the towel, go home and let my mother take care of me for two and a half weeks. I fucking give up.