above: bre and sivan being obnoxious at scotiabank theater, and kyle being uncooperative.

i finally went to watch super 8 with a couple of the aberkids.

SUPER 8 WAS SUPER GR8.

and then kyle left and bre, sivan and i decided to go to little italy to grab some chow.

the service was terrible and paying for the bill was one of the most confusing things i’ve had to endure in my entire life. what kind of restaurant can’t separate the orders on a bill?

and then i found out i was locked out of my house so i went to queen’s park to chill.

someone mistook me for a prostitute.

a car slowed down in front of me and some guy asked ‘which way’s the parking lot?’

this must’ve been some code i wasn’t catching on to because after i told him i didn’t know where it was, he went for the more forward approach and started listing amounts of money instead.

’$100.’
‘what?’
’$150’
‘no.’

and then he made some noises and drove away.

i endured waiting around there for a little while longer because a friend of mine said he’d meet up with me.

but he didn’t show up because he’s unreliable and crazy and it got too creepy to stay, so i decided to wait for my parents on my front doorsteps.

BUT SUPER 8 WAS GR8.