Concert tonight
In Halifax now. Tonight I went to the Virgin festival on Citadel Hill. It was free. And to cast off all that Toronto styled ideology (of hating everything and not dancing to anything) not only did I go up to the front, but I apparently danced, moshed and crowd surfed to The Offspring.
Also Metric were pretty good.
However, I am now quite sore. Tomorrow, I suspect my body will hurt everywhere.
I should find out tomorrow about that place I looked into on Friday. Hopefully all will be well and I will get it. Staying with people is nice and I appreciate it, but I'd like some private time to sleep without pants on.
The bus ride here was really quite tedious. I recommend it to everyone! Also, the quality of people who take buses to eastern Canada is quite fantastic... no, wait. The exact opposite of that.
Getting on the bus in Montreal, I thought I was being smart by sitting next to the french speaking black guy, thinking he'd probably get off the bus the next stop, or at least somewhere in Quebec, but no, for some reason he was headed to Moncton, New Brunswick and by the time we reached there everyone else on the bus had their own set of double seats to themselves, then everyone got off the bus and switched to another one.
Also, there was a little child on the bus who screamed for at least 2 hours straight, right at the beginning. Luckily I had my CD player and a copy of Cakebuilder's "A Fiend In Need Is A Friend Indeed" and although I could still hear the kid screaming overtop of the music, it actually suited the music very well and I realized what a sick fuck that Cakebuilder is.
When the kid wasn't screaming the father played "where's stephan" (the kids name) for another hour or so. Oh, in case you're wondering where he went "... There he is." He apparently was right fucking there all the fucking time!
One guy smelled so bad that it almost made me sick every time he went past to go to the washroom. He was also the guy who had to go to the washroom the most. He also spent at least 5 minutes in the washroom each time (so the lingering smell would have a chance to go away... only to appear again when he went back to his seat) But as bad as he smelt, his genetic code is probably more of an abomination.
The bus ride took 18 hours.
Also Metric were pretty good.
However, I am now quite sore. Tomorrow, I suspect my body will hurt everywhere.
I should find out tomorrow about that place I looked into on Friday. Hopefully all will be well and I will get it. Staying with people is nice and I appreciate it, but I'd like some private time to sleep without pants on.
The bus ride here was really quite tedious. I recommend it to everyone! Also, the quality of people who take buses to eastern Canada is quite fantastic... no, wait. The exact opposite of that.
Getting on the bus in Montreal, I thought I was being smart by sitting next to the french speaking black guy, thinking he'd probably get off the bus the next stop, or at least somewhere in Quebec, but no, for some reason he was headed to Moncton, New Brunswick and by the time we reached there everyone else on the bus had their own set of double seats to themselves, then everyone got off the bus and switched to another one.
Also, there was a little child on the bus who screamed for at least 2 hours straight, right at the beginning. Luckily I had my CD player and a copy of Cakebuilder's "A Fiend In Need Is A Friend Indeed" and although I could still hear the kid screaming overtop of the music, it actually suited the music very well and I realized what a sick fuck that Cakebuilder is.
When the kid wasn't screaming the father played "where's stephan" (the kids name) for another hour or so. Oh, in case you're wondering where he went "... There he is." He apparently was right fucking there all the fucking time!
One guy smelled so bad that it almost made me sick every time he went past to go to the washroom. He was also the guy who had to go to the washroom the most. He also spent at least 5 minutes in the washroom each time (so the lingering smell would have a chance to go away... only to appear again when he went back to his seat) But as bad as he smelt, his genetic code is probably more of an abomination.
The bus ride took 18 hours.