i miss... and i hate...
8:20 p.m.
so much.
i don't care if i'm supposed to be all happy loving my experience.
it's great, don't get me wrong. but i miss home.
not quite the place per se, but the comfort for serious. and the familiarity for real.
fuck.
i miss my friends. my surrogate shrinks. coffee mates. dinner dates. drinking buddies. i'm not gonna even begin to list in case i offend any unmentioned readers. i just miss all of you all heaps.
i miss the city. yeah yeah. sydney is beautiful. it really really is. perfect combination between city and beach.
but i miss the ttc. seriously, i do. i hate sydney public transit. i hate how there's a different fare depending on the distance you travel. i hate how it takes so long when people embark on busses cuz they buy tickets from the bus driver. i hate how bus drivers dont announce any stops. i hate how some trains don't stop at all stops or have different final destinations. i hate that you can't put your feet on the seats. i hate that the tunnel to get to central is a mile long and adds 15 minutes to your travel time. i hate that trains don't run regularly, like every 10 minutes. i hate how there are no fucking maps ANYWHERE! i hate that it's soooo easy to get lost cuz i'm so good at directing myself and this just fucks me up. aargh. so much rage towards public transportation!
oh yeah, i also hate how you cant fucking use travel 10 tickets for the fucking train. idiots.
but i miss queen west and the annex. so much. i really miss the people native to those hoods. that's what sydney is lacking for me. i mean, newtown and glebe, with a touch of darlinghurst would be the closest things to that. but still, it's not the same thing. really. queen st and the annex are genuinely too fucking cool for school. i feel like virtually all the people here are just posers. like it's all just a surface thing rather than a lifestyle thing.
sigh.
the students in toronto are so much cooler cuz they live in the city and actually do shit in the city instead of commuting to the fucking boonies every other day. god. damn. it.
i miss the opera house, lee's palace/the dance cave, the phoenix, the mod club. and cheap fucking concert tickets! it's impossible for me to get tix to a show i'd actually wanna see for less than $50. ri-fucking-diculous. i miss local (toronto/montreal i guess canadian in general) indie rock.
there are so many ambiguously-oriented emo kids here. although i suppose that's super redundant. but what the fuck, why are they always chilling by town hall? i=don't get it.
motherfucker i miss hockey. i'm totally missing playoff season. i just read alyssa's bulletin post on myspace, and hells yeah i miss playoff beards. boys here are either perma-prepubescent or just metrosexually clean. i miss my fucking scruff on my boys.
god.
je.sus.christ.
it's good that i didnt have to witness the leafs miss playoffs yet again, shows that quinn wasnt really the problem after all. but god, i love hockey. can't get into this rugby or nrl stuff. wish i could, but i'm too daft.
i miss canadian beers. like the microbrews everywhere. fuck tooheys, toohey's new, tooheys extra dry, tooheys old, and all that other shit. i want moosehead. hell i'll even take keith's. i want blue too. and pints and pitchers. not fucking schooners and jugs.
i miss poutine. graham crackers. ketchup and mayo readily available anywhere. i haven't had a craving for a caesar, but still, clamato juice would be welcome. i miss fucking tropicana. breyer's ice cream. what the fuck is vegemite and why are people allowed to eat it? i miss orange cheddar cheese. don't even try to convince me that i'm not eating mozzarella every day. i really do miss harvey's. and milk in cartons instead of jugs. presidents choice water bottles.
i miss comfortably fitting clothes! well properly fitting clothes! the skinny jeans here are either too skinny or might as well be straight leg. not enough stretch or give or range in sizes. i'm an inbetweenie here, and i had to get the smaller size at kmart and hope i can break em in. i hate how everyone looks the same here. i know, i know, sweeping generalization. well fuck it.
i miss my bed, my duvet. digital cable. a working camera phone. subscription internet and phone services instead of stupid pay-as-you-go/bandwidth or airtime bullshit. cooking. having baths. eastern standard time. my bedroom :(
i know i know i'm being such a baby right now. but i need to winge for a moment. this has not been a happy week. and i need to vent. it would def be easier living in l.a. but it's a lot more beautiful and un-american here. i think cali boys, especially santa monica boys are the most gorgeous. mmm. eye candy. none of this metro bullshit. i'd hit that. twice.
don't get me wrong, there are HEAPS of things i prefer in syds over the t-dot. but right now i'ma be a debbie downer. wah wanhh.
don;t worry, i'll have a lovefest soon similar to what i felt in february. but whateva.
like i know this is all trivial. immaterial and whatever. compared to the experiences i've gotten out of this.
but i also miss my life. like this has almost been too surreal and too removed to feel like it'll be integrated back into my life back home.
lynn's almost here. pete's gonna send a care package soon. hopefully that'll satiate me for the time being.
sigh.
i don't care if i'm supposed to be all happy loving my experience.
it's great, don't get me wrong. but i miss home.
not quite the place per se, but the comfort for serious. and the familiarity for real.
fuck.
i miss my friends. my surrogate shrinks. coffee mates. dinner dates. drinking buddies. i'm not gonna even begin to list in case i offend any unmentioned readers. i just miss all of you all heaps.
i miss the city. yeah yeah. sydney is beautiful. it really really is. perfect combination between city and beach.
but i miss the ttc. seriously, i do. i hate sydney public transit. i hate how there's a different fare depending on the distance you travel. i hate how it takes so long when people embark on busses cuz they buy tickets from the bus driver. i hate how bus drivers dont announce any stops. i hate how some trains don't stop at all stops or have different final destinations. i hate that you can't put your feet on the seats. i hate that the tunnel to get to central is a mile long and adds 15 minutes to your travel time. i hate that trains don't run regularly, like every 10 minutes. i hate how there are no fucking maps ANYWHERE! i hate that it's soooo easy to get lost cuz i'm so good at directing myself and this just fucks me up. aargh. so much rage towards public transportation!
oh yeah, i also hate how you cant fucking use travel 10 tickets for the fucking train. idiots.
but i miss queen west and the annex. so much. i really miss the people native to those hoods. that's what sydney is lacking for me. i mean, newtown and glebe, with a touch of darlinghurst would be the closest things to that. but still, it's not the same thing. really. queen st and the annex are genuinely too fucking cool for school. i feel like virtually all the people here are just posers. like it's all just a surface thing rather than a lifestyle thing.
sigh.
the students in toronto are so much cooler cuz they live in the city and actually do shit in the city instead of commuting to the fucking boonies every other day. god. damn. it.
i miss the opera house, lee's palace/the dance cave, the phoenix, the mod club. and cheap fucking concert tickets! it's impossible for me to get tix to a show i'd actually wanna see for less than $50. ri-fucking-diculous. i miss local (toronto/montreal i guess canadian in general) indie rock.
there are so many ambiguously-oriented emo kids here. although i suppose that's super redundant. but what the fuck, why are they always chilling by town hall? i=don't get it.
motherfucker i miss hockey. i'm totally missing playoff season. i just read alyssa's bulletin post on myspace, and hells yeah i miss playoff beards. boys here are either perma-prepubescent or just metrosexually clean. i miss my fucking scruff on my boys.
god.
je.sus.christ.
it's good that i didnt have to witness the leafs miss playoffs yet again, shows that quinn wasnt really the problem after all. but god, i love hockey. can't get into this rugby or nrl stuff. wish i could, but i'm too daft.
i miss canadian beers. like the microbrews everywhere. fuck tooheys, toohey's new, tooheys extra dry, tooheys old, and all that other shit. i want moosehead. hell i'll even take keith's. i want blue too. and pints and pitchers. not fucking schooners and jugs.
i miss poutine. graham crackers. ketchup and mayo readily available anywhere. i haven't had a craving for a caesar, but still, clamato juice would be welcome. i miss fucking tropicana. breyer's ice cream. what the fuck is vegemite and why are people allowed to eat it? i miss orange cheddar cheese. don't even try to convince me that i'm not eating mozzarella every day. i really do miss harvey's. and milk in cartons instead of jugs. presidents choice water bottles.
i miss comfortably fitting clothes! well properly fitting clothes! the skinny jeans here are either too skinny or might as well be straight leg. not enough stretch or give or range in sizes. i'm an inbetweenie here, and i had to get the smaller size at kmart and hope i can break em in. i hate how everyone looks the same here. i know, i know, sweeping generalization. well fuck it.
i miss my bed, my duvet. digital cable. a working camera phone. subscription internet and phone services instead of stupid pay-as-you-go/bandwidth or airtime bullshit. cooking. having baths. eastern standard time. my bedroom :(
i know i know i'm being such a baby right now. but i need to winge for a moment. this has not been a happy week. and i need to vent. it would def be easier living in l.a. but it's a lot more beautiful and un-american here. i think cali boys, especially santa monica boys are the most gorgeous. mmm. eye candy. none of this metro bullshit. i'd hit that. twice.
don't get me wrong, there are HEAPS of things i prefer in syds over the t-dot. but right now i'ma be a debbie downer. wah wanhh.
don;t worry, i'll have a lovefest soon similar to what i felt in february. but whateva.
like i know this is all trivial. immaterial and whatever. compared to the experiences i've gotten out of this.
but i also miss my life. like this has almost been too surreal and too removed to feel like it'll be integrated back into my life back home.
lynn's almost here. pete's gonna send a care package soon. hopefully that'll satiate me for the time being.
sigh.
Ohhh...dude, i know how you feel. There are a lot of things to miss about Toronto. It's only natural that you would. But enjoy your time in Syd, this doesn't happen every day/to everyone! I for one would love to go, but I do understand why you would get homesick after a while. Just hang in there! We miss you (or THEY miss you) in Toronto/I miss you in the middle of nowhere.