The waaambulance cometh

I spent the weekend at my eldest sister Emily's new apartment in Toronto helping her move in. It was the first time I'd really had a chance to get the city under my feet, my sockless, odorous and now blistered feet.
We did a ton of walking through the Chinatown/Spadina area and I found out that all of Emily's prior homes are within the same 5 kilometre area, the oldest about an hour from the newest. I also got to walk through the University of Toronto (U of T) campus with her. I learned a bit about what was what, and found out that the UofT library is an enormous concrete megalith that dwarfs some of the residences. Super cool.

I also sat with a homeless man at 2AM in Grange park smoking pot, but we'll get to that.

I spent the last year living at home after graduating High School hoping to save my money and leap into Post-Secondary learnin' in January. Unfortunately I haven't saved dick and am working about one shift a week if that. This is the same company that promised me full time and didn't follow through. Rat bastards.
I've also been latching on to other peoples plans for moving here and there hoping to find my way out of Belleville. You remember when I was talking about going to New Zealand to work? Yeah, that never happened and it probably never will. What I've done is put my faith in planning in my friend Jordan. The same Jordan who always comes up. He essentially told me on at least three separate occasions about brilliant (and legitimate) ways of moving out and making easy money, or travelling for little. I'm sick of it. Just about 90% of my purported plans for moving out have had their roots in Jordan's schizoid brain. This is my fault for not motivating/seeing through him to see he's just lazy and would rather fantasize about moving to Liberia than be a contributing member of society.

Anyway, I'm just sick of living here. Belleville is where fat people go to live with fatter people so they can feel more healthy. Belleville is cat-shit lined streets and uncaring bosses. Belleville is dads tearing each other's throats out over ball hockey. Fuck this losertown, this chumpburg, this feckless feculent foreigner's nightmare. I want out. My plan is to move to Toronto and just work. Probably get a roommate off of Craigslist or get Emily to find a friend who needs one. I hate working in this insipid little Tampon factory. My friends are mostly people who I get along with voluntarily. My girlfriend was a humongous mistake. literally. More on that later, too.