too bad i was interrupted from my last post. story i had to tell is not bursting forth anymore. but i will say that elicia and i found an apartment in the area that we wanted and a block or two away from heather. it's in a nice, well kept, older building with large windows, larger rooms and hard wood floor. there's a little balcony too. we looked at it at the same time as these two boys who also wanted it. i mean who wouldn't? but the little yugoslavian man named mike picked me and elicia. it was an uncomfy moment because the boys didn't quite get it at first that mike was only taking one application. elicia and i felt bad for the boys because they seemed like nice boys but at the same time we couldn't quite believe that we were actually getting the place. it was exactly what i wanted and within my price range. we kept giving each other these exstatic looks while we filled out the application. another uncomfy moment came when elicia told mike that we had a cat. at first mike said we weren't allowed cats but then he remembered that that was some other apartments that he managed. no kids no pets. except our building, which was cause to sigh in relief. we had hoped so because we saw a cat on one of the balconies while we waited for mike outside.

now that we have a place i want to get moving overwith. i want to settle into my new place. i want to see how things will fit.

last night i met fatima at metro. i wore my new green ole! shirt that has been getting all the commentaries. i told fatima this on the phone and so she was sure to comment when we met at our parking lot after successfully finding spots. fatima needed to buy a pressie for her cousin priya. i told her she should get her a skip-it like michealah got. so we went to superstore to see what they had. they had a version of skip-its but fatima was iffy about them so we settled on a pink princess skipping rope with fuzzy pink fluff on the handles. we also chose out a cute hoola hoop. fatima vowed to practice the hoola so she could teach priya how to do it the next day. hmph. ( just found out that she "tried".) then we j-walked to cactus club. this one car threw us off and as fatima said breathlessly on the other side "we almost bit it!" haha.

our waiter was weird. he said he had two personalities and he didn't know which one he was today. this was because he saw my id of bruce lee in my wallet and he said "that's not you." "yes it is. " i declared. "its' me. it's my alter ego." i guess he was trying to bond. i went out on a limb and didn't get the bandara, or quesadilla, or salmon or anything that i usually get at the cactus club. i got jambayaya, as i like to call it. tasty. we couldn't help getting the spicy chicken to start though. i likes it.

we decided to go to a movie. first we went back to superstore and bought the pressies and took them back to fatima's car. i complained bitterly about having to do this. fatima waved my complaints wisely aside. then we went up the icky escalator to decide on a movie. i was pushing for da vinci code, but fatima didn't feel like anything heavy and come to think about it i wouldn't mind something lighter either. so we picked the break-up. we bought our extra large tickets (they're soo big now! like a big wad of paper!) and went down to the couches to talk while we waited for it to start. it's our two time habit before movies. soon to be tradition. that's right bethany. TRADITION. "and who does mamma teach, to mend and tend and fix? preparing her to marry whoever pappa picks? the DAUGHTER! the DAUGHTER!! tradition!"

when the time was right we waltzed back up to the theatres. i had to pee. it was almost impossible to find a suitable stall. but finally i did it. when i came to dry my hands under the dryer and was doing the whatalee-atcha actions and singing along fatima said "i need to get a drink." ok i said. we stood in front of concession looking up. suddenly it came to me. "i'm getting a frozen yoghurt!" i excitedly confided to fatima. "i am too!" she burst out. and so we did. i got a large vanilla with skor topping and fatima got a regular twist with reces topping. we were happy and content with our choices. hit the spot if you know what i mean.

the movie was ok. had some good parts. but it wasn't as light and fluffy as i thought i didn't like the ending and a lot of parts when people were hurting each other the way people hurt each other in real life and you can see it in their faces and it reminded me of some times i've seen that look in people's faces in my own life. anyways i was bitter in the end. of course fatima was philosophical about it. she tends to be.

this morning i woke up early to help karey with the garage sale. i went downstairs to take my computer out of it's home because i was going to sell it's home, but when heather tried to help me move it outside the whole thing collapsed into a heap of cheapo boards and i cursed the day i was dumb enough to be taken in by the guy who sold it to me. i knew he was a talker too. i instinctively didn't trust him, but i bought it anyway. well once again i received a lesson at the hand of life experience. so anyways we decided the dump was a better home for this particular piece of furniture.

so today was garage sale day. i liked it because we got to talk to a lot of our neighbours who are all really nice. and as i kept saying throughout the day "too bad we had to do this right before we leave because now we've met our neighbours." finally karey said to me "didn't you say that already?" "maybe..." i admitted. but i really felt it. any feeling of community is important to a girl with limited roots in her history. a home. a place where you belong.

so anyways the garage sale day was long and tiring but fun too. the gay couple across the road were having a garage sale too. (much more creatively and proffessionally put together) and they said they'd send people our way if we'd send people their way. karey made a wad of cash and i sold my three things (two of them i sold to roomates).

well karey's home from her night out and obviously wants to go to bed. gotta go.