Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Grettings earthlings!

Before I got on the plane last week my dad asked if I was going to take a shower. I replied, UH! NO!. I flippin hate showers. By dad was then like, "Well, Katie, it looks like you just got in from off the streets, like you've been living out there." I countered my fathers attack on my image by asking him if it really did look like i'd been living outside. Really? for how long? like 4 months maybe? BECAUSE THAT IS THE TRUTH! Now i'm inside, but I still flippin hate showers.

Civilization brings many issues that you normally don't deal with when you live in tipis at summer camp. Here are just a few:

What to do with my dreadlocks. They are free and crazy and appear by themselves. I can't tell if they look good or if they actually look like dangles of poo. The shower issues also plays in to this.

Will I really not receive service should I refuse to wear shoes? I have found that unless you are at an establishment that is full of drunken fools and you are one of them and it is past midnight and there is glasses all over the floor, you usually can not wear shoes and still get served. not like, YOU GOT SERVED! and get dance battled, but as in buy a book or avacado or something. Your ability to GET SERVED! has nothing to do with your shoes, it has everything to do with you ballability, as in, how ballin you are.

How much sushi can you really eat? Sushi star on Spadina just across from my house has 9.99 all you can eat Sushi for lunch. Along with some intrepid Australian comrades, we discovered that if you eat all the sushi you can truly eat, you go in to a food coma and must move a mattress then sleep on it for 3 hours in order to digest all the delicious sushi you just stuffed in your face. Should I ever run fully out of money, it will be because I have just beat my personal best at sushi eating thanks to this great place.

Houses have locks, unlike tipis. That means that if you come home at 2 in the morning and your house is locked and everyone is asleep you have to walk to your friends house where they hopefully are still a wake so you can sleep on their couch even though you are paying 460$ a month to sleep on a futon you took from the garbage and put in your own house. Also, houses don't have fire pits, so that's a bit lame. They do have balconys, electric guitars and organs though, so I guess they're ok.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Katelyn, I think you should bathe every once in while. I've found that bathing, even irregularly, facilitates getting and keeping a job. Also, chances are your dreds look like poo dangles. Comb them. Your large Wellingtonian is coming, and, even though he loves your dirty self, I am sure he will also love your clean self. And it will be a novel change for both of you! I'm also having a problem with the lack of fires and places to light them. I walk by giant potentilla bushes and want to harvest their bark to save for some unforeseen fire-building occasion. I'm also not used to Rhys smelling good, wearing clean clothes, or standing in buildings with heating and running water that do not also have 400 children eating and yelling in them.

It's all taking some adjusting.

PS: I'm glad that you updated your blog, it is a highlight of my life.