spoiled chinese girl

Alright so I live in a residential area.  Quite in the thick of it to be honest.  It’s a good 5 minute walk to a major street, and it’s the suburb to end most suburbs.  My windows for my bedroom face the quaint little quiet street I live on, so that’s perfectly fine.  It means it’s generally a quiet street.  Except this morning.  It wasn’t particularly late, I mean it was something like 10am, but to an unemployed person on Saturday, I was obviously still in bed enjoying the kid-tastic saturday morning cartoons like every person should really do once in a while.

I hear the beeping sounds of a cop car saying “Oi you! Pull your car over!”  And immediately get up to go gawk.  Some car, some random car, was pulled over, and of course is like blocking half my driveway.  They were none too bright with that one, what if I had to get out of my house? I’d have had no way of doing so.

Anyways, I did some bathroom stuff thinking they’d be gone by the time I got back, but they were still sitting there.  I saw both cops get out of the car at some point and I’m not sure really WHAT happened.  I still thought it was funny because who gets pulled over in my street?  They obviously didn’t want to get pulled over on a major street, heaven forbid someone they know sees them.  As opposed to someone like me who they don’t know, who blogs about it on their site. haha.  It wasn’t exciting, or really funny, but it was odd and I wanted to blog about it!
I promised something a little gross.  I went to the gym afterwards which is fine and dandy right?  So I didn’t get the crosstrainer I usuallly work on, and the other machine really hurts to use for some reason, I cut my workout by 15 minutes, and hit some weights.  I can feel defination in my arms again! Whoo!

But I went to go shower, showered off, and the task of trying to dry my hair & all that jazz.  And I hear this weird tapping sound.  I’m trying not to look since it’s coming out of the shower section.  But I end up looking.  The person in the showers decided to grab the shower that’s right infront of the mirror and doesn’t have a giant advertising poster covering half of it like the others.  It’s frosted can’t-see-through-glass but you stil get general shapes and colours.  The tapping just so happen to be a razorblade.  Okay… well this woman shaves under her arms, kind of gross considering these are semi-public showers but okay.  But next time I turn around I see her SITTING ON THE SHOWER FLOOR SHAVING HER LEGS.

Can we say eww?  Not just for the fact there’s all these underarm and hair leg-shavings all over the shower now.  But this woman is SITTING…. like bare-bum, on the shower floor.  Lord knows what other people have done in those showers before she sat her bum down.  Eww.

So yea, that’s a little gross.

So mom didn’t really like the dream that I had regarding a car chase and being run off the road and having a gun pulled on me.  Therefore I had a much more calm and relaxing dream this time around.

I’m at “my house” but this house included a very large enclosed front porch thing.  And I’d just gotten this massive box for a delivery.  When I mean massive I mean it had to have taken at least two (fe)mailmen to carry it in, since it felt at least six feet long, five feet high and maybe two or three feet wide.

Everyone in the house, including me, is wondering what on earth this box contains, because it wasn’t particularly HEAVY, it was just really big and ackward.  And it sounded like stuff was moving around when we shifted it into the house.

I opened it up and it’s a massive pile of yoga mats.  I think there were 18 of them in total.  In all sorts of colours.  I was very excited to see a dark royal/navy blue yoga mat.  There was also a brighter blue one, a white one, and a deep forest green one.  (My yoga mat in real life is a dark pink colour)  I was thinking that I should switch mine out for one of the dark blue ones since I wanted to get one of those to begin with.

There was also “instructor mats” which were more foam-like and less yoga-mat like, they were thicker, and similar to just exercise mats, that are some foam sponge material covered in a fabric.  And there were signs that sort of instructed “Yoga classes this way”  or “Next yoga class at this time”  and one that somehow navigated people around a pool.

I finally “figured out” that this was a “yoga instructor’s kit” where I had applied for a job at my local gym to become a yoga instructor.  And they had sent me this gigantic kit of yoga stuff for my classes.  Only I was confused because I didn’t know that I’d been accepted to teach the yoga class, and also I had not known that the extra yoga classes at the gym were even a go-ahead.  So I’m thinking they sent this stuff to me for no reason and I’d have to return it.

I was still contemplating putting my pink yogamat into one of the blue yogamat boxes and taking a blue yogamat when I woke up.

So I was asked by my friend Phil to help clean up his girlfriend Kelly’s old place and puppysit since he had the day off, and she was moving out of the house.  Her roommate’s total douche who is moving to Vancouver.  And since he’s moving to Vancouver, he didn’t need all the crap that he accumulated in his house, and decided to only pack what he needed, and say “fuck it” to the rest.

Which meant leaving massive piles of crap in Toronto for Kelly to deal with.  Including boxes of clothes, shoes, socks, food, and furniature.  Not to mention dirt.

So Kelly moved into Phil’s place over the past weekend, and was planning on spending the following weekend cleaning up.  You know, the 27-29th… as in the end of the month, as in the time she was still renting the place.  Because her ex-roommate being a jerk there’s a ton of crap that needed to be cleared out still.

And me and Phil were at this place.  Trying to figure out why all this crap was still around and where we should dump it all.  And there was the cutest puppy that I was puppy-sitting for.  And we’re trying to clear out and organize stuff, trying to see what we could keep vs. what we likely will be dumping on a street corner, vs stuff we should give to Value Village etc.  And I’m clearing out cupboards while Phil’s moving stuff.  And…

Some random guy shows up.  He showed up with a giant truck, with an apartment full of crap in it.  And he’s getting grumpy because this place isn’t empty.  Well of course it’s not empty.  Kelly had it until the end of the month.  Notice how today’s date is the 26th.  Yesterday would have been the 25th.  And Kelly didn’t legally need to be out of there until the 31st.  Apparently the landlord’s son said that this guy could move on in the 25th, and that it would be empty, that the cleaners had already come through and cleaned the place, and that keys would be in the mailbox.

Yes, well the place wasn’t empty, cleaners weren’t even going to be hired, and there were only one set of keys and they were Kelly’s.  And this guy is getting grumpy at me and Phil when we didn’t have to be there that day and he would have likely been even MORE grumpy as to the fact that he wouldn’t have even been able to see this place.  Also he was a knob & irritating.

So in the end, the puppy got dropped off with an impromptu puppy-sitter, I became the vehicle to traffic stuff back and forth between old apartment and stuffed-to-the-tits apartment, a lot more food than I would have enjoyed was tossed out, garbage bags full of food are in their house right now to be sorted (I may have called dibs on a lot of it though too) and we may have commited grand-theft laundry-detergent seeing as we transported something similar to eight or ten bottles of laundry soap.  I may have called dibs on some of that as well.

Then to make life slightly easier, the stuff we knew was going, was shifted to value village including 2 boxes of clothes, a bag of socks, a giant bag of hangers, and a half-working printer.  I was able to get away with two t-shirts, a CD rack, and a bag of power cords and a playstation, and two books.  Our friend Jeff is going to sort through about 30 pairs of shoes.  Phil got away with a random assortment of clothing.  There will be much stuff to be tossed out within the next few days I’m sure.

It was fun, and exciting, and ever so tiring.  I got home at 10:30 and climbed into bed.  Landlords and roommates who don’t care, are absoloute asshats.

Let’s get right into it.

I started out in a mall or grocery store of some sort, with an older gentleman who had long-ish white hair and generally dressed a bit in the style of a homeless person.  They were clean & all, but their clothes were pretty tattered and somewhat dirty.  Anyways, I handed a cashier I believe what was a five dollar bill.  And I received my package, which apparently was one of those PSP hand-held gaming systems… and like ninety something dollars back as change.  Now this confused me since I only gave the lady five bucks, but the guy I was with was telling me to just take it and leave and let them later on figure out what mistake they made.

So I’m driving with my parents in the car, and we had to stop off at a gas station.  My mom was driving.  That guy in the previous paragraph had his own car that he parked in this mini parking lot to the left of the gas pumps.  I was instructing my mom on how to get to this little spot of parking spaces so we could meet up with this guy.  But it involved a sharp turn to the left, and my mom wouldn’t do it.  Which got me frustrated because it would have been an easy turn, and instead we had to go onto the road and drive like two blocks to try to circle around and get back to the gas station.

Only, on the way to find an area to turn around in, this other SUV like vehicle started drifting into our lane, closer and closer until my mom drove up onto the sidewalk and then this empty field that was beside the sidewalk.  Our car stayed upright while the car that was drifting ended up sliding across this field on it’s passanger side.  We all got out of the car and my mom somehow got on the other side of this turned over vehicle while me, my dad, and some young boy who I was apparently babysitting or something, since I was protecting him, were sort of sitting on the ground by my car.

Out of the car that’s now on it’s side, crawled out 3 people.  One guy in a ski-mask & immediately pulled out a gun, one other guy, and one girl.  They were all wearing oversized hooded sweatshirts with licenceplates attached to the front & backs of them.  The guy in the skimask pulled it off and shot at us, but something happened with his gun, only the shell or something (not a bullet) came at us but missed.  He pointed the gun at me and the kid I was holding to protect him and I screamed out “NO!”  Then pulled the gun and pointed it towards my mom and I yelled again.  I was trying to talk to these guys to tell them to just leave us alone and drive away.  I was trying to also memorize their licenceplate number and the numbers on their shirts.  My dad was trying to figure out why I was telling these guys to go away and I had to tell him to shut up.

I told them they should push their car back upright and drive away and we wouldn’t say anything.  They apparently wanted to take our car instead, since their was sideways.  But I told them how our car has a personalized licenceplate, and anyone who drives our car but us would be suspisious.  They ended up taking their own car after I helped them push it upright.

They drove off.

I woke up.