I got my cartilage (upper ear) pierced yesterday! Woohoo!Mom, Dad, I promise that this is the last time that I'll willingly do something stupid. I rather like it! That's Charlotte in the picture; she got her tongue pierced three days ago and hadn't told anyone!! Right now, it's swollen to about the size of Texas, and she's having trouble eating. Hmm, yeah. I don't think I'll pierce my tongue. Ever.
3 1/2 years of bad luck
Surprise! I now have blue hair (It's all Beata's fault, I tell you). Sadly, as I lost my digital camera in Madagascar (I blame the deliriousness), I haven't been able to take a picture of it just yet. But I shall soon, if only for the horrified comments that Maman and Daddy will make. Actually, it doesn't look half bad, and as an added bonus, it's supposed to fade quite quickly. I still have half a bottle of hair dye left, so I'll probably re-dye it just before I go to France so I can disgust my French family a little further.
At the moment, it's moving season in Montreal: amazing weather, stacks of rubbish (ah, but it is another man's treasure), blooming tulips and green lawn, students hanging out in their balconies... it's quite lovely, and it's on perfect days like today that I wish I wasn't stuck in a lab until 4 P.M.
So the other day, Charlotte and I were walking down street in the ghetto, when we come across a large, broken mirror. For years, I'd been thinking about making a fresque out of pieces of broken mirror all over one of my walls, but had never really had the incentive to do so. Now was the perfect opportunity! So I convince Charlotte to carry the mirror to a sketchy alley-way, and we just grin to each other as we hold on to an edge of the mirror. 1,2,3, and it comes crashing to the ground, burting into a million pieces. Three students that had been walking by give us an incongruous look before shrugging and walking on (really, what isn't an usual sight in Montreal?), and Charlotte and I burst out laughing. I guess next time we'll know that glass breaks easily! I hope it will look good; I guess we'll find out once I paste the pieces on my wall... I guess this means that we both have 3 1/2 years of bad luck?
As a nerdy note, the other day, I got to use liquid nitrogen in my lab. SO COOL! I felt like a villain in one of the James Bond movies, it was glorious.
And finally, happy birthday Mom!
Here's a picture of my blue hair (it didn't turn up well, but I assure you that it looks spiffy):
The munchkin in the back would be Beata, hehe. She was making a face; she doesn't always look that scary.
OK, so quite a few things have happened, and I'm sorry I haven't updated here sooner! So, first and foremost is that I HAVE AN APARTMENT! Yes, me, Victoria the PC hobo, finally have a place to call my own. Thank goodness. And let me tell you, it is bee-oo-tee-ful! Two bedrooms (we flipped and I got the nice one, moo ha ha), a nice big living room, a small kitchen and a nice bathroom. Hardwood floors, fully renovated appliances, 1920s architecture (the light switches aren't switches but buttons that you press on and off, Sarah has a fireplace in her room), upper Plateau, I'm in looooove! I want to paint my room a nice orange! I'm so excited. I hope people will make the effort to come up to our place, but I have the feeling I'll be chilling at my ghetto-living friends' places a lot. Still.
Montreal finally decided to bust out the summerish weather, and not too soon either. For two weeks we'd had dreary rain and cold temperatures, it was really getting frustrating. I napped in the sun yesterday, it was lovely. I love Montreal in the summer so much, there's always something going on! If I was back home, or in France, I know I'd be bumming around being unproductive. It seems like I'm even busier now than I was during the school year, and I love it! I'm just a little sad because I think I'm going to miss the famous Jazz festival in July because I'll be in France then. There's supposed to be great dancing then :'-(
Speaking of dancing, my partner is moving to Alaska tomorrow (uh, go figure), so last night was our last chance to dance at the Cat's Corner for a while, at least. My feet hurt today, but oh my was it ever worth it!
Man. It's been a good week.
I hate moving.
Yuck yuck yuck! I'm taking a break from moving all of my boxes into storage (my back hates me alot at the moment), but my computer battery is about to run out and I packed the cord to connect it to an outlet. Ahhhh! My god, I hate moving... There's nothing as depressing as having to tear down everything and stuff it into stale little boxes. Everyone is leaving, and I feel about as scared as when I moved in (OK, maybe not that much). Plus, everyone's mummy came down to help them move... and my friends didn't even make it to help me move my boxes. This really depresses me for some reason; I've lived in montreal for a year, and there isn't a single person I can think of calling without being bothersome to help me move. What do you think that means? I want my mommy, or I want to sleep, but both ain't coming anytime soon. Anyway, if I don't move my boxes soon, the chinese church is going to arrive and I'll have to do this tomorow, god forbid.