arethefables

arethefables @ 2008-12-14T23:26:00

2008-12-15T04:37:31Z

Before Plane to Toronto:
~~- stuff in the closet: red sweater, trench coats, winter coat (wear)~~
~~- all pairs of jeans~~
~~- ear muffs~~
- red esprit bag
- cellphone (charge before leaving)
~~- eyeglass case~~
~~- boots?~~
~~- books~~
~~- renew library books~~
~~- house keys~~
~~- leave receipts~~
- Coach purse/clip
- bring more shampoo/conditioner

As Soon As I Get Back:
- go to class
~~- send CUBE email about meeting at 6~~
- ~~photo ID~~
- listen to genetics lecture
~~- put all food in fridge~~
- coffeeeeee!
- check google calendar
~~- bring laptop to see Vincent / print slides~~
~~- withdraw money~~
- get the rent
- ~~visit school,~~ print paper, ~~make sure i have my t-card~~
~~- go grocery shopping and fill fridge: milk, eggs, basic veggies, green onions~~
~~- incorporate clothes into closet~~
- return library books/get new ones
- clean desk drawer and beside drawer
~~- set up finances/ receipt bag~~
~~- look for bento box at tap phong~~
~~- is my lipgloss in my blazer pocket?~~
~~- email Dr. Pritzker~~
~~- do my hair/shower~~
~~- charge ipod~~
~~- list/find textbooks~~
- print schedule/find/tape in agenda
~~- make water/tea~~
- store passport
~~- find current health card~~
~~- change clocks/weather back to Toronto~~
~~- go swimming/repack swim bag/put conditioner in bag~~
- take Cipralex
~~- take out vitamins~~
~~-email Yan~~
- get notes from Delbert for imaging
- register iclicker
- notes for bioprocess from Victor
~~- buy greek history book~~

Friday:
- pack
- clean the condo
- throw out exam stuff
- check the refrigerator
- tell roommate i'm leaving

things to remember to bring home:

- passport
- clothes i'm never going to wear
- maple leaf lounge ticket
- ipod and charger
- what to wear: orange coat, jeans, vintage t-shirt
- money...enough for a snack and dinner
- vegetables
- receipts: organize them
- keys!!!
- laptop, charger, case, AC - clean the laptop!! and wipe the history.

things to bring John:
- letters
- stuffed animals
- story

things to do at home:
- look for cute clothes, shoe box in the basement, winter boots, winter jacket, raid my sister and mom's closet

things to leave here:
- crazy clothes
- hat
- scarf
- library books
- laptop? what do I need? all my med school stuff...
- cell phone
- discman and charger

arethefables @ 2008-08-31T19:28:00

2008-08-31T23:31:49Z

the highlights

she called me a bitch, cold, cruel, spoiled -- everything that everyone says about me is true. that everything happens behind my back.
i have no love. i don't know how to love. why not go to the source of love she's found...church. No...my faith in God will not be defined by anyone else.
"fear is the heart of love"? no fuck no.
surrealism: getting yelled at by mom as the emails pour in from all parties telling me how wonderful it is that I'm applying to med school and such a model citizen.
selfish, user, abuser

Prescriptions.

2008-08-17T00:55:26Z

Radmila.

She looked unsuspecting. Just standing behind the far counter typing on the computer. Having talked to myself the entire way to the pharmacy, I nervously walked up to the desk marked "prescription pick up."

The first time she asked me how I was, it seemed routine. When she came back from filling my prescription, the expression on her face was pity. She asked me what my doctor had told me about the drugs. I recited the lines as best as I could.

She said that it wasn't just me. It was called growing up. She said, "I don't like Toronto either. Half of this city is on these drugs." And I almost laughed. But I knew that it was probably true. But I'm not doing it for a cosmetic high. The glow of addiction is nowhere on my agenda.

She said it would happen in waves. Now, job. Later, it will be motherhood. But I want to be a mother so badly.

She gave me the number of a doctor who might be able to help.

I felt the business card, the thinness, all along the walk home.

Stop carving up the wall.

2008-05-04T02:05:27Z

I feel like... I can't even describe what I feel like. It's not like I even drank that much last night. I didn't really have a hangover. But I think I'm sick, medicated, and covered in hives. I must be allergic to something. My hips are killing me. This stupid weather is killing me.

Dates.

2008-04-13T13:48:33Z

Dates I want to go on:

get an awesome pair of speakers, bring our cd/mp3 collections and take turns listening to music that has changed our lives.
wander around a

used book store
greeting card rack
toy store

dessert + coffee
take a walk in the middle of the night around U of T
ROM
active surplus/novelty stores
Karaoke!