Tuesday, March 04, 2014
We're not homeless! Christian found us a place in the nick of time. It's in the same building, the Pantages, except on the condo side. Christian signed a lease and it's ours for two months! We live in a condo! It's a really nice studio apartment, which is all we need for the minimal amount of stuff we brought with us. The windows are the floor to ceiling type! The only downside is they let in a lot of cold air and it's the middle of winter.
I had been looking around for a place to store our luggage for a while, looking for lockers downtown and whatnot. I was under the impression that we would have to take our luggage around with us, which would be a pain in the ass, considering when we packed up, we had two suitcases, a big bag, our two bookbags and three reusuable grocery bags full of stuff. I didn't want to go anywhere with those. Luckily, I remembered that when we went to a hotel in Australia, they allowed us to store our luggage before we checked in. We checked with the front desk, and sure enough, we could. It seemed to not be a problem. We were then on our way to IKEA through the subway!
To give you an idea, we started at the Dundas stop and made our way all the way to North York at the Leslie station, about half an hour.
The trip to IKEA was not as fun as last time, unfortunately. It was more about business and getting the essentials than it was about wondering over the showroom and flopping on comfy looking beds. We did lay on a lot of mattresses, and I wanted to get a cheap mattress in a box, but Christian decided against it in favour of getting one at Walmart. We also tried to get a bed frame that was on sale for $50, but the only IKEAs that have them in stock seemingly is the ones in BC. Poo.
We got a lamp, some candles, a ten dollar table, a fitted sheet (tan to match my red duvet cover!) and a hand towel.
We found our way to the Walmart after that. If you look on the map, we got off at the Dufferin stop from the Leslie one. I absolutely love taking the subway, it's like a different world. We got a mattress and some pillows, but the mattress is a memory foam one, which doesn't sound as exciting as you'd think. It's like slightly softer floor. Also, pillows are important and some cooking-ware.
We got back just in time to meet the guy and sign the lease and spent the evening setting up. Right now, the apartment has a very loft-y feel to it, which I don't mind. I've never lived a minimalist lifestyle before and that's definitely what this feels like. Except for my growing mountain of clothes. The minimalist community would shun me for that.
That night we went to the Eaton centre and got the most amazing crepe ever made. The crepe was made fresh in front of us, was smothered in nutella, a slice of cheesecake was put on it, with strawberries and dulce and then chocolate sauce drizzled over it, and whipped cream around it. Omg I melted.
On Sunday we went to Dollarama and got more things than I ever thought I would ever get at once from a dollar store. We lazed around for the rest of the day and I read Carrie, which the movie made to be exactly like. It was perfectly in sync.
So far, we still don't have internet and I just found out that we didn't have the heat on and were wondering why it was so cold in here. For the record, I turned it on and it's up at 27. Such is life (I say as I post this from a McDonald's).
Thursday, February 27, 2014
This Friday night, February bleeds into March, and the sublet for the apartment I found Christian and I ends. We move out on March 1st, into where? This is what I've been stressing about for a month. The girl we're subletting from was nice enough to let us stay for one more month where we proceeded to rack up a $240 extra fee on the internet. Yay.
With tireless Kijiji-fu, or Kijijing (you can choose which one sounds better), Christian found us a place in the same extended-stay hotel/condo we're in now, the Pantages. It is unfurnished but alone, no roommates. We haven't met with the guy yet, and are on Saturday night at 7 or 8 o'clock, five hours after we move out of this place to pay, sign papers and move into the next one. I'm hoping hoping hoping it's not a scam and we actually have a place to stay for the last two months.
So we'll be homeless for five hours with all our luggage plus some, because I bought a huge duvet. Smart, Jess, smart. On Sunday though, provided everything works out, we're going for another IKEA date to pick up some things for the apartment, a mattress, a lamp, some sheets, a side table, etc. I'm really excited and I've been browsing the IKEA website for days. There's some really good deals and I want to go lie in the beds again and pretend I'm an important person who has a huge bed with a big duvet and a thousand pillows.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
This past week was reading week. For people at Dalhousie, this means spring break, a week off. The lucky buggers. For me, and Christian and people on a work term right now, it means we get to work anyway, because spring breaks don't exist in the real world.
Well, when Christian and I got our jobs in Toronto, Faren said she'd come up and spend some time with us in Toronto for spring break because we'd be so stranded away from all our friends and family and she's from the GTA anyway. Win win! She had to work all week, but she decided to come up this Friday and stay with us for a bit!
She landed at 10:00PM on a day that started off really rainy and just ended up really windy. The walk down to Billy Bishop, which is on Toronto Island, was really windy and took an hour, but we made it before Faren landed. We waited on the mainland and Christian made jokes about the ferry having a hole in it and having to evacuate the elderly first and people, of course, gave him looks. Faren came over on the ferry on super choppy water and at one point the ferry started aiming going a different direction and sideways and it didn't look like it was going to make it. It did, fortunately.
We dropped her stuff off at the apartment and found a pub called Ein-stein's, which was about a fifteen minute cab drive away in the student bar part of town. With patron-chosen music (screamy stuff when we arrived) and drunk students, it was sketchy at first glance. But with no cover and some seats at the bar as well as better music, it was good. We caught up and bitched about Tyler and good stuff like that.
After 2 pitchers of $10 house beer, we went to Big Fat Burrito to get possibly the best burrito ever at the best burrito place ever. We then went home and passed out, all of us in our little bachelor apartment, but the next morning Faren took us on the subway for the first time! It was three dollars and they gave you an adorable little token to put in the turnstile.
And do you know where we were going?! IKEA! Mine and Christian's first time!! It was amazing.
We walked through the showroom and sat on the couches and walked through the kitchens and laid on the beds and what lovely beds with lovely coverings they were. I didn't want to leave. There was so much cute and awesome stuff that was cheap and not Walmart-quality that I want one in NS or for it not to be so expensive to ship stuff there.
I've always wanted a down filled duvet because they look so warm and you can just curl up in them and they're so fluffy. I got myself one with synthetic fibers, but of course it's made to feel the same way, so it'll work until I decide to be an adult and spend like $70 on a blanket. I got a red duvet cover and used it last night and I was so warm and it was amazing. I also did something weird and got a blanket for if I get cold at work because sometimes it's freezing there but I don't know if I'll have the guts to pull it out if I do get cold enough.
We also played around and touched everything and people gave us looks. I also want to buy lamps from here.
Oh. I also pushed Christian around in a cart and little kids asked their dads why.
After getting back from there, we had supper at Burger Bass, which is the most amazing burger I've ever had, even better than Darrell's, omg. We had dessert at the Eaton centre at Yogen Fruz, which I loved because I love frozen yoghurt.
We also went to this super hipster store, where they had such cute and colourful blankets that I wanted but couldn't get because I just bought a new duvet. The quilt would have been amazing and it was so soft.
Then we went to Jack Astor's and had drinks and nachos with cheez whiz on them which was suuuuper gross and then went to sleep. This morning we woke up and went to Union Station to catch the bus to Brampton where Faren's mom was picking us up. We missed the first one and got the second one, where we got to Brampton and were asked by many people if we had change. Brampton was somewhere I'm not sure I want to go to again. As Faren's mom says "It's a dirty place". Faren then showed us Orangeville. It was...pretty much like Faren's described it. Nothing spectacular. We didn't meet Faren's brother and Kenny, one of the fattest cats I've ever seen, got hair all over us.
I guess being alone with Christian for a month and a half has made me so used to his...er, mannerisms that I didn't notice it until Faren came and got a good earful of Christian's weirdness. It was entertaining to watch, and awesome that I didn't have to be the recipient of "Do you need me to grab you the rectal syringe you were looking for?" and "How's the diarrhea?" in public places for a couple days.
We took the subway back all by ourselves and are currently laying like whales on the couch because most of what we did this weekend was eat.
Overall, very good weekend. We have a lot of Tim Horton's (I have 1 win in 20 roll ups so far) and it went by too fast and now I have to go to work tomorrow and that makes me sad. But we're going back to IKEA soon and that makes me happy.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
I've always been vehemently against Valentine's day for myself. I didn't like it and never celebrated it. I never even gave out Valentine's to the other kids in elementary school, but that's not because I was protesting the holiday (more like I was a shy little shit, lols). It just never seemed like I had a person to celebrate it with and it was stupid because stupid people in love were everywhere flaunting their stupid feelings for each other.
I guess that's until I had Christian in my life, who swore up and down he was going to make me like Valentine's day. Last year on Valentine's day we signed the lease on our house for September and he got me a rose and some M&M's and it really was great. This year he outdid himself and gave me a date that could be (and probably has been) in a movie.
I'm not bragging, I'm just so happy about it. In the days leading up to Valentine's day I got really excited and just couldn't sit through work on Friday. This has never happened to me before. I didn't end up getting Christian a Christmas present on Christmas but my being in the middle of nowhere was a little bit of a roadblock, and then I was going to get him something here. I was waiting for a credit card so I could order something online, but that unfortunately hasn't happened yet. I wanted to make up for it on Valentine's (I did end up getting him a Christmas present, I'm not a terrible girlfriend).
I ended up getting him a fountain pen, some ink and a brush pen which is awesome (see example here). He seemed to like it, he's been looking at fountain pens forever and I got him a starter one so he finally could get into the pen thing and see if he likes it.
Anyway, his plans outdid my present by a million trillion miles. I'll keep it short and sweet so as not to bore you. He planned it all and swept me away to the restaurant before he told me any of the plans he had for the night. First we went out to said adorable little Italian restaurant, where we sat and ate pasta and our waiter was an old man. That kind of restaurant. After that we went skating on a little outdoor rink on the harbourfront. <3
After our feet were sore as feet get when you skate on the skates skating places like that give you, we had shared a hot chocolate and Christian got chocolate all over his face as usual.
Then we went home and ate strawberries and chocolate and watched Frozen, which I've been waiting to see for weeks!
It was such a perfect Valentine's Day I can't believe it. Christian is the sweetest boy ever.
Today we made bubble tea for the first time, which he wanted to squeeze in last night, but we simply didn't have enough time. So today, we walked to Chinatown to get tapioca pearls. Everyone there looked so unhappy, but it was pretty cool. All the signs were in Chinese, so we didn't know where we were going. We stopped at something that looked like a grocery store and tried to ask the cashiers where the tapioca pearls were but they ignored us.
It was a long process to make it and took quite a bit of setting up, as it takes boiled tapioca pearls soaked in sugar syrup, green tea, milk and blended or powder fruit. We made honeydew bubble tea with real honeydew, and it didn't quite turn out the same colour, but we're up to the challenge of perfecting it. So worth it.
That did look greener in real life, I promise.
Anyway, happy post-Valentine's day to all, I hope it was good. :)
Thursday, February 13, 2014
I was enjoying the hiatus from drinking. Well, mostly the hiatus from waking up Saturday mornings feeling spinny and dizzy and like I did something wrong. Christian suggested we go out, and I thought that was mighty fine. Why not? We haven't drank here yet except for a glass of yummy wine at a fancy restaurant called Donatello's.
We researched on the Toronto subreddit and exciting stuff like that and found a couple places. The big area seems to be College and Spadina. Which we are quite far away from. After watching an episode of Breaking Bad and drinking a bottle of champagne....sorry, sparkling wine, then finding a sports bar where everyone was looking at us judging us, we found this ridiculous little pub called Imperial Pub. It was a five minute walk from our apartment. Pretty much on Dundas Square.
A dinky little place, but it suited for our drinking needs. We first downed a $6.75 tequila shot. Then got a pitcher of beer. Not bad. We got two pitchers total and another glass each (which we shouldn't have gotten). We were pretty drunk. After closing time, we walked home and I don't remember taking this picture and Christian doesn't remember doing it, but apparently he decided that being on the floor on the way up the elevator was the place to be.
We got home and most of what I remember from that part of the night is us laying on the floor of the bathroom around the toilet both just groaning "I hate drinking" back and forth. I then couldn't lay down so I was sitting on the floor near the bed and neither of us remember actually passing out.
On another note, we've finally finished Breaking Bad! We've also eaten 15 boxes of Kraft Dinner in a month and a half!
Friday, February 07, 2014
When I started this blog, I had decided to keep my technical life and my everyday life separate. On this blog, I wanted to talk about every day goings ons and such and have another blog for the crazy development things I was doing. But programming is such a huge part of my life, I'm having a hard time keeping whatever two lives I thought I had apart. Truth is, 90% of my time is spent in front of a computer screen.
I've been working on a little web app in a very popular language right now. I'm creating images for it as I go along, and I basically want it to be super cute since it's nothing super meaningful. Adorable, really. I had an idea for a 404 page when content isn't found and I wanted to share an early prototype on here because I can't keep it inside.
I can't help it, it's just so cute. I'm creating all the website images from scratch and it's going to be super cute and I can't wait to get to the prettyfying part of my creation. I realized today that in my portfolio, I can almost add "Brand Design" to the list of things this app contains and I have experience in. Yay me!
I guess with this, as an extra little treat and very on topic, I could also share the 404 page I had created for my portfolio website that didn't end up panning out. I think it redirects, but it's broken right now because of CSS inheritance and I had to do inline styling for it. I'll get around to fixing it.
Wednesday, February 05, 2014
The last couple of weeks have been hectic. More hectic in the way that I feel like I wake up, go to work, get home from work and go to bed. And repeat.
It's not that I don't do anything – we totally do. It's just been going by so fast I've barely had time to think about it. A little under two weeks ago, Christian and I started watching Breaking Bad, under Christian's request. We're currently into season five. It's nuts. On Monday, we got home from work, made supper and watched Breaking Bad until we went to bed. We've gone out to restaurants, which everyone tells us is what we have to do. I've gotten so many "you need to eat here"s that I don't know if we'll get to them all.
I've tried Chipotle for the first time, we've gone to an amazing Indian food place, a very high rated burger place, Panera bread, the Senator (which was amazing and had freshly squeezed orange juice). We walked on a lot of Yonge street, which reminded me a lot of Quinpool to be honest. Except sketchier. I don't go a place without a homeless person asking for spare change. I hate saying it, but it's annoying. So we've been exploring a bit.
We also found two bubble tea places, actually stumbling across one when we went to Canadian Tire to get a boot brush for Christian's boots. Nothing is going to keep us from our bubble tea. One was decently expensive, but it also seemed like a chain. I miss George's.
We've also been looking at places, but nothing's jumped out to us and everything we find is too far of a walk away from work. I'm really hoping to avoid taking public transportation to work because I hate crowded areas and crowded areas with people in Toronto does not sound fun. I also really like the ten minute walk to work. It's lovely. But we were looking at a new apartment a couple weeks ago and the walk there was ridiculous. I felt like if I walked there alone I'd get mugged. So we're not moving there.
On our way back, we found this old man sitting on a bench. He's telling me a secret. I'm not going to tell you what.
Other than that, it's been cold and snowy and has turned into slush and wet and my boots hate it and I've been wearing wool socks constantly. Today we had a storm. It didn't last long, but it was nice looking out the window at work at seeing the fluffy snowflakes falling on the ground. I hate a greek salad for lunch. Num.
This was my walk to work.
Well, this wasn't. This was during my lunch break. I walk through here to get to the grocery store.
I've been developing a little web app that I'm pretty proud of so far. I've come a long way learning about Ruby. Something to pad my resume with to get a sweet Ruby on Rails job somewhere warm. I've been really busy with that and I had to grab that bubble tea picture from Christian's phone and I hadn't gotten around to it because the ones I took look a little funky. I'll keep up. I guess since what we mostly do is eat, I'll have to start taking pictures of my food like an instagrammer. Lols.
I've been playing Flappy Bird also. It's addicting. My high score is 44 so far. Higher than Christian's got, anyway.
Monday, January 13, 2014
I'm from a small town. A very small town. Everyone is (at face, anyway) nice and says please and thank you and sorry like the good Canadian's we are. I'm surprised at the amount of culture shock I've felt coming into Toronto. I mean, I'm used to Halifax, but something seems different on the East Coast.
I'll start off by saying that I'm in no way intimidated by big cities. I can handle myself. I like the convenience and feel of being in a city. I guess I just assumed, like the rest of the world does that the entirety of Canada lives in igloos and rides to school on polar bears. I just assumed everyone would be friendly and pleasant and the same as in the East.
It's not the same. People here are rushed and I almost get run over by cars sometimes and everyone looks angry and do not hold doors for you. It is, I guess, what I should have expected from a city. But not what I expected from a Canadian city.
Christian and I were at a Tim Horton's yesterday and a really creepy guy comes up to our table and was like "You want some cologne?" and pulls a very obviously stolen Adidas cologne out of his trenchcoat pocket. I ignore him. Christian says no. He walks away. So weird.
I am enjoying the big buildings and the scenery and usually walk around with my face up, looking at the tall buildings like some sort of amazed small child. I can't help myself.
This building below is only a couple minutes down the road from where I work, I love it. It's so flat and it reminds me of the building in New York that you see in movies based in New York. One of the "Flatiron Buildings". Looks like this one is called the Flatiron Building too, one of the most iconic vistas in Toronto.
This was outside right next door. We heard screaming but I guess it was just the Neil Young concert. Nothing exciting.
And on Friday afternoons we have beer to celebrate the end of the week! Drinking while coding, yay!
Christian and and I took our very first streetcar tonight on a mission for wool socks. I was a little scared and researched the shit out of it before we got on, but we had no troubles. There's no steering wheel on these things! They're attached by wires running all along the streets and sometimes when they turn they have to reattach them. Also by tracks going through the streets. They spark when going through intersections and it's slightly scary and fascinating at the same time.
Monday, January 06, 2014
Once upon a time, there were two people who were trying to travel from one city to another in Canada in the middle of winter. You would think that Canadian air travel companies would know how to handle this by now, as winter happens the same time every year, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
It's like every year, people look out their window and are like, "Oh my, what's that weird white stuff falling from the sky?" It happens every year, c'mon.
We got to our hotel next to the airport at about eight at night, just as it started snowing. Hard. We watched out the window as the snow was falling, blustering, blowing all over the place. Very few planes were taking off.
We had found out the previous night that our flight had been cancelled for 6:30AM because of this dastardly winter storm. As we go for breakfast and check out at 11:30, we find out our flight was rescheduled for 5 at night. So we eat our breakfast and sit upstairs in the observation deck. It looked like this for most of the day.
Our flight got delayed two hours at first, and then three. We were supposed to leave at 8:30. At about 7, we go down and get our tickets and check our bags, which takes about an hour to an hour and a half. I'm not sure how we got through so many hours. It was cold up there. We go through the security check no problem and then sit for a couple minutes before boarding the plane, which says departure time is 9:30. We wait. 9:30 passes. We don't start pulling out until about 10:45. Then the plane goes to get de-iced.
Meanwhile, right as we're waiting in line to check our bags, I go use the bathroom because, well, I had to pee. As always. The strange feeling you get when you feel a bladder infection coming on happened. It felt like I didn't pee right. Oh god. This hasn't happened for over a year and a half, maybe more and it was happening then?! Right at the moment I was about to board a plane to go where my doctor was not in the same province. Christian got worried about me, figured flushing it out was the good way to go. He's so great, taking care of me before we even left Halifax, he had me drink 3 full fast food cups of water. But it was right before we went through security and all I wanted was for the feeling to go away. I was feeling slightly pukey from all the water, but I was okay. Before we boarded the plane, I drank a bottle of cranberry juice. I just didn't think we'd be sitting there for so long.
We had gotten a window seat and a middle seat with a lady sitting in the aisle seat, and I asked her once if I could go to the bathroom and Christian asked her once a couple minutes later. I get back and a couple minutes later I have to pee again, but I don't want to bother the lady, but it hurt so bad. Peeing didn't feel good at all, but I had drank so much water. I was so frustrated and uncomfortable and the plane wasn't moving. I was panicking a little bit because the seatbelt sign was on and I had to pee so bad. The nice stewardesses felt bad and let me go, and the nice lady sitting next to us switched seats and gave me the aisle seat. I was so grateful. Christian managed to distract me with a game and we ended up in Toronto at about 12:30, where we go promptly to a hospital with the emergency open. They took some blood and urine from me and then the doctor laughed when he told me they didn't even need to test my urine sample and that I definitely had a bladder infection. We were there until about 5:00 and the placebo effect of getting some antibiotics really made me feel better about the outcome of it.
Eight hours in the aiport, two hours waiting on the plane, another two to fly and four hours in the hospital. We finally got to our apartment at about 5:30 after picking up the keys from a friend of the girl, who we woke up, and passed out until 1 in the afternoon on Saturday. Christian had even left the key in the door, that's how exhausted we were.
We got to explore and see some of the city at night and I found a Forever 21 right near where we live (which is pretty much next door to the Eaton Centre. Like we step outside and go around the corner and there it is.) We also got to go get groceries, which doesn't seem like a big deal, but after eating fast food for four days, it's absolutely heavenly.
Toronto is really pretty and big and there's so many tall buildings that you don't get to see in Halifax and I'm liking it a bit so far. But there are sooooo many people and it's weird not knowing where everything is. We wanted to find a convenience store to get chocolate last night and couldn't find one.. Google Maps is supposed to be our best friend and it's failing us. It works better in Halifax. But, I do love the look of the city at night, and I love exploring, so lucky me.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
All I've done since I've come home is take pictures of my animals. That's okay though. They're really cute, I promise.