so right now is 11:08 PM and i’m starving. making this post and arranging all of my food pictures, i’m just dying inside. why am i doing this. at least now i’ll concentrate on the text part of it and not think about food. sob.
so a lot has happened since that last post. i got moved into a 2 bedroom suite for some reason. it was on the 13th floor and the view was pretty nice. i felt like i was on an episode of extreme makeover hotel edition, all crying and stuff. every night after work, i’d pretend it was my own personal mansion and walk around completely naked. just kidding. you’d like that wouldn’t you. no but really, whenever it would rain or snow, i’d just lay in my king size bed and look out of my floor to ceiling windows at the cold bitterness of downtown vancouver and just fall back asleep in my comfy sheets. not. i’d have to climb out of bed and go to work. especially sucks when i have to work weekends. it’s really the worst.
because of all the overtime, i could barely enjoy that room and pretty soon, after two weeks, it was time for me to move out. you can see from that one picture all of the takeout and leftovers sitting on the kitchen counter when i left. i lived like a bachelor caveman. never read any of the newspapers sitting outside my door. something about hockey. the sunday before, i went all around town and stumbled into so many hotels like a hobo asking if they had extended stay discounts. their offers were anywhere from $80 - $120 a night, like damn ain’t nobody got time fo dat. i even asked hostels what their deal was. never stayed in a hostel. i, like many people, only know that hostels are supposed to be creepy and filled with foreign murderers. jk. they have shared restrooms. which to a germaphobe like me, is even worse. but at the last minute, i was able to snag a stay at a ramada close by. ended up not staying at the talkative asian couple’s house after all :\ i feel bad about it. i might actually invite them out to eat dim sum one day if i’m not too busy. just gotta clear about five hours out of my schedule cuz you KNOW after an hour of eating, they’re gonna talk for four. anyway, at this ramada, it’s only $55 a night which is not too bad. though recently it hit me that for a month, it still costs $1650 so i’m still looking around. side note, i think it’s extremely sexist when craigslist posts say “female only” because there’s some preconceived notion that females as a whole are cleaner and less likely to be weird, well guess what, i’m super clean and not that weird, so i’m slightly offended. if only there was some way to let people online know that you’re 100% normal. i guess it’s impossible.
when i moved in, they even gave me this cute little goodie bag with two bottles of water, a bag of cheetos, two granola bars, a juice gummi packet, and two chocolate eggs and OMG I JUST REALIZED I CAN EAT THOSE THINGS. ugh god i probably won’t though, don’t want to brush my teeth again. i realize i get really detailed in these posts. anyway, the room i’m in now is ok. it has a second bed that, again, i won’t use. the room is not bad if you don’t mind that i have no view but just staring at another room’s window (i imagine a taylor swift you belong with me scenario where some girl writes “r u ok” on a lisa frank spiral notebook and i write back, “no plz help me”) the water in the shower is super weak and after a few minutes, it starts making this horrible shrieking sound like a witch is dying and also i’ve been here so long that the drain is now clogged so just imagine me trying to take a shower and i’m ankle deep in my own filth while there’s a piercing scream. and sometimes, the person above me will make so much noise it sounds like 20 sumo wrestlers in a mosh pit or a lord of the dance rehearsal or some shit. i guess i can’t blame them though because even when i walk around, i feel like i’m disturbing the people below me, that’s just how old this building is and how thin the floors are or something. whatevs. i’m at work most of the time anyway. but still i think, “dude, just go to bed what the hell are you doing? what reason could you possibly have to still be walking around?”
other than that, the past three weeks have been ok. sort of losing myself a bit. that’s what happens when i’m away from home too long. this is just like when i went to work in arizona back in 2010, i’d wake up in the mornings like, “who am iiii.” like if i think about it, this is the longest i’ve stayed at a hotel in my entire life. it’s cool but not at the same time. the food i’ve eaten so far has been hit or miss. it can be amazing like this one hole in the wall vietnamese place i found one rainy night after work, or it can be fucking disgusting, like that one picture of a black plastic bowl of mapo-tofu (it’s a chinese thing, don’t worry about it). i know what you’re thinking, how bad could they mess that up. turnsoutALOT. it’s mostly my fault because i didn’t eat it right away, but when i finally did, it was just like goo with bits of rubber on hard rice. blegh.
i try to still take time out for myself and explore a little. i remember at one point, i wanted to go to stanley park and ride a bike around. but then it was way too freezing that day and i said to myself what am i in an episode of laverne and shirley? why do i want to ride a bike all of a sudden. but this one rainy day a few weeks back, i visited gastown and apparently, there’s this “steam clock” that a lot of people flock to. saw it and was like, “cool clock bro” then left. stepped into this alley to take that one picture and almost thought a homeless man would come out from behind that shopping cart and stab me. “here lies brian, killed for taking a picture of a stupid alley. god he was so stupid.” and today, for the first time ever, i went to a laundromat, which was pretty significant. don’t underestimate a washer and dryer. it really sucks when you have to go find a place. this one lady said to me right away, “you look lost.” i figured it out though, this nice guy named steve in a purple plaid shirt helped me. he kept taking my coins, “see here? this is the old loonie, the one dollar coin, we don’t accept these anymore, but what i can do is take two of these and give you a toonie, and i can also take these two and this quarter and give you back ten quarters and then when you’re not looking, i’m gonna steal your wallet and just take all of your money, you dumbass american.”
so after i did all that, i walked all the way back to my hotel room, carrying around a huge see through bag with all my clothes in it so everyone stopped at a red light could see exactly what shade of blue my boxers are. it just felt like i’m getting more familiar with all this. sort of feels like i’m bill murray in groundhog day. i’ve been living in hotels near this area for like almost a month now, i walk the same streets every day to get to work, pass the same things every day, the same smells of weed. literally smells like weed everywhere. i could be passing a kindergarten and it would smell like weed. and also, it seems like EVERYONE walks their dog. like every person on the street is walking a dog. everyone.
but from the little bit of vancouver i’m seeing so far, it’s alright. i feel temporary and permanent at the same time. i definitely have a routine going on now, but i feel like i miss home. whatever, it’s not a big deal. everyone misses something. i’m not special. and eventually everyone just falls back into their own lives, so no one really misses anything. what is the feeling to “miss” anyway. it’s such a weird concept. ok that’s it for me tonight. wrote too much again. i really have to do something about that.
is there a way to switch video windows on skype so the person you’re talking to is a tiny window and you’re the one that’s full screen?
because all I ever really do on skype is look at myself anyway.