Sarah Blogs

- picknicked in a notting hill park

- contacted my loved ones in red telephone booths

- walked through paddington station

- spent 6 hours shopping on oxford st

- tried an unusual flavour of crisps

- browsed through the selection at the Travel Bookshop, as seen in Notting Hill

- Drank pre-mixed gin & tonic beside Banksy art in Camden Town

- got lost on the tube

- visited the queen at her crib

- blew bubbles with strangers

- relaxed beside the thames

- rode the double-deckers

- used big ben to tell time

- nibbled on true english meals

- posed with the guards

and i took a lot of pictures. obviously.

i want to get this flight over with. i will be in london in 8 hours and 45 minutes… that will be 1:45 am my time, but 6:45 am london time.

i am really tired, but that is a good thing because that means i’ll be able to sleep on the plane.

ahhhhhh i hate flying. i’m trying not to think about it.

IT’S SO HOT IN MY APARTMENT. I am lying in bed right now, sans covers. My legs are sticking together. I have two fans pointed directly at me. No airconditioning, no breeze, no rain. The thermostat says it’s 30 degrees celsius in here… It only goes up to 30.

ALSO I AM GOING TO LONDON ON TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh man it’s so fucking hot, i actually have to wipe sweat from my face.

I think about Krystal sometimes and I get really sad but I usually try not to cry. She died in December when a temporary car shelter covered in snow collapsed on her. I don’t know if her death has truly sunk in because I haven’t really been around places we would’ve normally socialized - waterski tournaments. There was always a distance between us because I lived in Toronto and she lived in Ottawa and was always away skiing in Florida during the winter and at tournaments all summer.

For the first time ever, I was unable to attend my dad’s annual waterski tournament. I will be going to Nationals though, and I imagine there will be some kind of tribute for her. Other than for my dad, I really don’t feel much reason to go to tournaments anymore now that she’s gone.

Sometimes her Facebook page will appear under my “Friends” box on my profile. Sometimes I click, and for some reason there’s always a part of me that wonders why her photo hasn’t changed in so long, and then I realize.

The air is sticky in my bedroom. The fan blows my stray hairs making my face itchy. The Weather Network lied, because I haven’t heard raindrops all evening. I’m waiting for them to cool me down. My boyfriend left for three weeks yesterday morning and I miss him. I’m going to London in ten days. I don’t have enough downtime music and I’m bad at making playlists. I spent my Saturday evening with two books - Mac & Face. I feel useless.

i blog in my head a lot. like i blogged this blog entry in my head when i was walking down bathurst. and then i was like “i am blogging in my head about blogging in my head”.

also i said “i read your blog” three different times last night at the bar. hahahaha.

bathurst is a really weird street. it’s not as diverse as ossington but still interesting. there’s galerie voltaire and a crackhouse (well, i think it’s a crackhouse… there’s always different people on the porch and the other day one of them through a bottle cap at me) and oak leaf steam baths. sometimes eli and i play a game where we guess whether or not the man walking in front of us on bathurst will enter oak leaf. it’s happened twice. and the other day i saw a really nasty man sitting topless beside oak leaf, smoking a cigarette, talking to the homeless black man who reminds me of a teddy bear with crack eyes and is always sleeping next door.

OH AND yesterday when i was walking north on bathurst i’m pretty sure an elderly woman standing in her gateway told me to go back to the whorehouse. i don’t get it.

i think about really weird things when i’m really hungover.

anyway, watch this video.

MY FEET ARE COVERED IN SPIDER BITES AND IT’S SO FUCKING ITCHY AHHHHHHHH

If I could, I would wear this every day. I need more Polyvore in my life. And ca$h.

I’d like to:

- Bike on the waterfront
- Drink (home-made) sangria in Trinity-Bellwoods
- Spend a day at Ontario Place (WEEEEEE)
- Go to Wonderland
- Walk through High Park (I’ve never been!)
- Go to The Beaches (I’ve also never been!)
- Drink by the Harbourfront
- Make mojitos and hang out in my kitchen
- Go canoeing and rock-jumping at the cottage
- Wake up earlier and go jogging more often
- Spend a day frisbee-golfing & biking on the Island