i fucking hate nuit blanche. had i known it was going to be all about walking around in the cold for all these hours i might have called it a night after the first bust. i hate it when dan yells at me which he did at whoever complained about the cold. i mean i tried to stay happygofreakinglucky the whole way through but i have juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. it's not fun. if i stay in the cold/humidity too long soon enough it feels like my knee caps are trying to give birth to my tibias.
we all went for poutine at some point and dan and the others sat on the other side from kate, jakub and me. when we all finish eating, we get up to look for them and lo and behold, they had ditched us! i call him and he's like haha yeah, i'm in the old port (we'd just taken a bus to st-laurent cause HE wanted poutine) at that point i can't take it anymore and i head home, hoping to catch a bus on sherbrooke. luckily kate walks me to sherbrooke st. in time for a bus, she finds the situation pretty shitty and hopes that i'm a) ok b) not going to just repress this and express how pissed off i am when i get home.
turns out the bus is downtown-only and is not doing the 24 route. so i walk from concordia to ndg kthx. i get hope and rush past everyone, shut myself in my room and actually cry. i don't know if it's the jack daniels crying or my knees killing me or the fact that dan of all people ditched me like that. all i know is that when my JRA started up as a kid, it woke me up screaming, it hurt so bad. worse, even from 18 and onwards it'd still make me scream. the 3 days they'd turned the heat off in the downtown apartment, i couldn't even walk. i just stayed in my room crying for 3 days because my legs were absolutely useless and all i could feel was pain.
so this morning one leg is pretty much useless save for the pain of course. i'm kind of limping around the house half wondering if dan is mad at me for storming in last night half mad at him for ditching and another half just not even able to care because it hurts so fucking bad. oh man i wish i had called it a night around midnight.
i hate nuit blanche, fuck. i wish he'd never dragged me into going. although he didn't exactly drag me, he told me about it and i was like oh fuck, are we going? and because he's never missed one, here i am.
fuckkkkk.
we all went for poutine at some point and dan and the others sat on the other side from kate, jakub and me. when we all finish eating, we get up to look for them and lo and behold, they had ditched us! i call him and he's like haha yeah, i'm in the old port (we'd just taken a bus to st-laurent cause HE wanted poutine) at that point i can't take it anymore and i head home, hoping to catch a bus on sherbrooke. luckily kate walks me to sherbrooke st. in time for a bus, she finds the situation pretty shitty and hopes that i'm a) ok b) not going to just repress this and express how pissed off i am when i get home.
turns out the bus is downtown-only and is not doing the 24 route. so i walk from concordia to ndg kthx. i get hope and rush past everyone, shut myself in my room and actually cry. i don't know if it's the jack daniels crying or my knees killing me or the fact that dan of all people ditched me like that. all i know is that when my JRA started up as a kid, it woke me up screaming, it hurt so bad. worse, even from 18 and onwards it'd still make me scream. the 3 days they'd turned the heat off in the downtown apartment, i couldn't even walk. i just stayed in my room crying for 3 days because my legs were absolutely useless and all i could feel was pain.
so this morning one leg is pretty much useless save for the pain of course. i'm kind of limping around the house half wondering if dan is mad at me for storming in last night half mad at him for ditching and another half just not even able to care because it hurts so fucking bad. oh man i wish i had called it a night around midnight.
i hate nuit blanche, fuck. i wish he'd never dragged me into going. although he didn't exactly drag me, he told me about it and i was like oh fuck, are we going? and because he's never missed one, here i am.
fuckkkkk.
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