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the_vultureThe run down of events over the last few days goes something like this:
Sunday was spent with a lovely new friend I met over the internet a number of months ago. We had a great time continuing the explorations of Queen Street West that I had begun the day before. Included in our journey was a closer look at the building for the Ontario College of Art and Design. I have to give kudos to the architects willing to design a building that essentially resembles a giant crossword puzzle folded into a box and held aloft by ginormous, coloured matchsticks. The last part of our time spent together was resting in a park; it seems we were both missing green space a great deal.
Yesterday was spent preparing for, and heartily engaging in, a BBQ in honor of "moi"! I got to make several new friends including someone I could actually possibly trust as a craft teacher.
My dreams, though, were not as happy. Possibly inspired by a discussion of loneliness earlier that evening, being bereft of loved ones seemed to be the theme for the evening's dreamfest. I remember two in particular. In one, I was some strange, mechanical being (the rest of the world was pretty close to reality) who had been abandoned by my human lover because I was just too alien to understand. Much of that dream was spent pining over the lost love and swimming in a lake.
The second dream started off with me, near the end of my practicum, teaching some new teacher about the procedures for getting the class ready for the end of school. I then purchased a used art instruction book from my sponsor teacher to take with me. The book was falling apart, but this was okay because it would make it easier to photocopy the pages. At one point, though, I was sitting at the corner of two streets in some old, worn out section of some city and I was weeping out of loneliness for home and loved ones.
The final dream of the night was spending one last intimate evening with my ex-girlfriend before I was to leave for England.
Needless to say, I woke feeling rather bummed out this morning. But methinks I've straightened out my mood some; the day is just too damn beautiful to spend it moping around!
Sunday was spent with a lovely new friend I met over the internet a number of months ago. We had a great time continuing the explorations of Queen Street West that I had begun the day before. Included in our journey was a closer look at the building for the Ontario College of Art and Design. I have to give kudos to the architects willing to design a building that essentially resembles a giant crossword puzzle folded into a box and held aloft by ginormous, coloured matchsticks. The last part of our time spent together was resting in a park; it seems we were both missing green space a great deal.
Yesterday was spent preparing for, and heartily engaging in, a BBQ in honor of "moi"! I got to make several new friends including someone I could actually possibly trust as a craft teacher.
My dreams, though, were not as happy. Possibly inspired by a discussion of loneliness earlier that evening, being bereft of loved ones seemed to be the theme for the evening's dreamfest. I remember two in particular. In one, I was some strange, mechanical being (the rest of the world was pretty close to reality) who had been abandoned by my human lover because I was just too alien to understand. Much of that dream was spent pining over the lost love and swimming in a lake.
The second dream started off with me, near the end of my practicum, teaching some new teacher about the procedures for getting the class ready for the end of school. I then purchased a used art instruction book from my sponsor teacher to take with me. The book was falling apart, but this was okay because it would make it easier to photocopy the pages. At one point, though, I was sitting at the corner of two streets in some old, worn out section of some city and I was weeping out of loneliness for home and loved ones.
The final dream of the night was spending one last intimate evening with my ex-girlfriend before I was to leave for England.
Needless to say, I woke feeling rather bummed out this morning. But methinks I've straightened out my mood some; the day is just too damn beautiful to spend it moping around!
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Date: 2004-08-18 10:02 am (UTC)BBQ Guests; Travel into Canada from U.S.A.
Date: 2004-08-19 02:04 am (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
http://gocanada.about.com/cs/bordercrossing/a/documentation.htm
I never had a passport, and I wish I knew where the heck I put my birth certificate in order to get one...*sigh*
Anyone got a clue as to how to go about replacing a misplaced birth certificate? Do I have to go back east in person, or can I do it via phone/email/snail mail?
John
Re: BBQ Guests; Travel into Canada from U.S.A.
Date: 2004-08-21 06:18 pm (UTC)As for how to replace a birth certificate in the 'States, I have no idea. Sorry!