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You know those clocks that don't have any type of screen protecting the minute hand from being frivolously tampered with? What if a clock just like that ominously existed and it was controlling all the time in the universe and some impish bastard decided it would be amusing to relentlessly turn the minute hand so that all of time just moved by at super high speed and all our lives are just racing unsuspectingly by us right at this very moment?
The new school term has started right where the old one left off. Winter break in Toronto feels like a complete blur, and no it's not because I was super wasted the whole time or anything like that. Even my favourite memory of the holidays--New Year's Eve: my friends and I ran around downtown Toronto as fast as we could from the streetcar stop to Nathan Phillips Square so we could get there in time to say the countdown and see the fireworks (we made it in time for the fireworks but couldn't hear the countdown from where we were)--feels like it was over too soon. But even if it didn't last, it was still fun. I even got to have my unforced random stranger conversation! On the streetcar a guy was going around wishing everyone a happy new year and when I wished him back he expressed his sincere gratitude because apparently not many people were saying it back. I told him how the same thing had been happening to me (I had been going around singing and exclaiming happy new year to all the downtown Torontonians including the security guards and the TTC drivers--alcohol may have been involved--and didn't see as much enthusiasm from them as I would have liked). And then before I knew it we were talking about our high schools and he told me how he had just gotten kicked out of his house by his parents and he tried to get our first and last names so he could add us on facebook but I only gave him my first name because he was drunk and he wouldn't have remembered the full thing anyway. He and his friends were all really nice and flattering. They made good candidates for my first drunken stranger conversation of the year.
The new school term has started right where the old one left off. Winter break in Toronto feels like a complete blur, and no it's not because I was super wasted the whole time or anything like that. Even my favourite memory of the holidays--New Year's Eve: my friends and I ran around downtown Toronto as fast as we could from the streetcar stop to Nathan Phillips Square so we could get there in time to say the countdown and see the fireworks (we made it in time for the fireworks but couldn't hear the countdown from where we were)--feels like it was over too soon. But even if it didn't last, it was still fun. I even got to have my unforced random stranger conversation! On the streetcar a guy was going around wishing everyone a happy new year and when I wished him back he expressed his sincere gratitude because apparently not many people were saying it back. I told him how the same thing had been happening to me (I had been going around singing and exclaiming happy new year to all the downtown Torontonians including the security guards and the TTC drivers--alcohol may have been involved--and didn't see as much enthusiasm from them as I would have liked). And then before I knew it we were talking about our high schools and he told me how he had just gotten kicked out of his house by his parents and he tried to get our first and last names so he could add us on facebook but I only gave him my first name because he was drunk and he wouldn't have remembered the full thing anyway. He and his friends were all really nice and flattering. They made good candidates for my first drunken stranger conversation of the year.