Thanks to everyone who's been leaving supportiing messages. I'm really sorry my posts have been such downers, but you know... homesickness... Today I kinda feel like I wanna go back home, tho the idea of having to get on a plane again is such a drag that I just go "meh, let's go see the Capilano Suspension Brigde today."
Thursday was shit. I think it's mostly because I didn't get to do everything I wanted to. Not being able to get to Granville Island on my own really bummed me out for some reason. And then the day got worse. After that emo entry I posted, I went back to the hotel, and saw on twitter that a Casino back in my hometown had been attacked
. By the time I learned about it, 8 people had died. I took a nap, read my timeline again, and saw that the reported number of victims had risen to 20. I left to the movies with some people from school, since some of them had won tickets for an advanced screening of "Don't be Afraid of the Dark," and I managed to talk one of the guys into taking me with him. The movie was ok, I'd already forgotten about my shitty mood. But then, one of the girls started saying she wanted to get drunk and stoned because she was scared. I thought "ok, we'll go to her place, and once they start smoking, I'll leave, no biggie."
Where I come from, if you wanna do drugs, you do it in private. In the safety of your home, or in a corner at a club, or hiding in a park. You don't smoke out in the open at 9:00 pm offering joints at the people you're with while walking down a main street. You'll get arrested and probably killed (unless the cops who get you are on the side of the guys you bought your drugs from).
I was very uncomfortable. I didn't even get to her place. I just turned around and left. And let me say that I was terrified of walking on my own at night. Even as I saw that there were families having dinner at the restaurants or taking a stroll. I think it's PTSD or something. I'm just terrified most of the times, and feel like someone's gonna come and grab me.
When I got to the hotel room, I checked my timeline again. The official death toll had risen to 53 (the article I linked to says 52, but most of my sources claim 53). I cried.
I thought about that girl smoking pot. So carefree, giggling as she shared joints. Oblivious to the pain and suffering of countries that once thought it would be great business to enable first-world countries and feed their hedonistic habits. I will give her the benefit of the doubt and assume her pot came from a local plantation. But still. In my mind, I can't disasociate doing drugs with murder.
Yesterday was a lot better. I decided to "fuck it all" and went for comfort foods throughout the day. I bought a souvlaki and ate it while walking, then visited the Gay District (which disappointed me greatly... it was very unfabulous), made my way up to the English Bay, recollected a couple of sea-shells, and then went down the sea-walk to Sunset Beach, where I took a ferry to Granville Island, where I had the most delicious ice cream, and a great deal on a pair of red rain boots. I took a ferry back to the mainland and went back to the hotel. After resting for a couple of minutes, I went out for some pizza (pizza Friday!!). Yesterday was cool. Oh oh, and I found this place that offers improv workshops on Saturdays. I think I'll start going once I'm all settled in my apartment.
Today, I saw the Will & Grace episode where Joel McHale makes a brief appearance as Grace's new boyfriend. I'll be going to the Capilano Suspension Brige and then to Stanley Park, for a sketch-party with some of my future classmates. My only concern right now is that I'm kind of dizzy and probably coming down with a cold :(
Again, thanks for all the support, and I hope to keep having fun.