Oh funny story, I met a guy I actually like (as a friend) today in French class. Well he's trying dumbledorily hard to pronounce, but he failed successfulliabilitily. So I taught him, and in return, he shared econ tips with me. I mean, it was a colloquial conversation (if that makes sense) but there was no pretenses to be nice etc. Just pure interest! Happy!
Anyway, I'm singing My Valentine on Valentine day, it'll be great if I can play the piano too. But the pianist is just damn talented. And well I haven't gotten a guitar yet. Anyone who wants to buy me an early birthday present feel free to contact me for my bank account.
I'm pretty happy because of my econ. I have nothing else to say except that I'm pretty broke (as usual) and I cannot stand walking uphill with 4inch heels, like today. Spring breaaakkk summer holidayyy come come soon!!!
Oh, I had a fairly good chat with my dad yesterday and this is what he advised me to do:
(in terms of adapting) Be friends with anyone... just don't follow their lifestyles... like drugs...
I told him that he should worry more about me getting deported for working illegally than do drugs.
Anyway, drugs are pretty available here.
Oh talk about drugs, there was this creepy old man in leather jacket, that I suspected has a fetish with either black leggings or red nails, or just asians with long hair?? Or houndstooth coat? I'm not sure, he sure has a fetish with something on me, because he followed me. And looked at something on me. So I was walking to the skytrain platform when he noticed me. I stood at the last platform, but I got the creep, so I shifted to the third last platform. He stalked me. So when the train came, I quickly paced to the last platform again and secure my seat!
Two stations afterwards, he came to my platform and sat beside me! And he noticed everything I did. I put a careless facade and keep on listening to my music and stuff, pretending that he doesn't exist. But the creep was unshakable.
Thankfully he dropped two stations before my station (I took the long way home because the short way involves an interchange).