oh MAN. am going to toronto in a few hours. had a late crazed night last night (as i am sure you could tell by my text msg) so instead of packing last night, set my alarm for 6 am to pack this morning before work. packed a bit of random shit, then ryan, who is meeting me there, called to make sure i was awake. yes! i was.
he asked– and, you packed your passport, right?
NO. i didnt. im only going to canada. doesnt seem like such a big deal. seattle was further and i didnt need a passport then. ha. so i go to reach for where my passport always is. and, it isnt. so i look in a few more places. nope.
one hour later: room is torn apart. i took a shower at some point in the middle, to calm myself down, and bc i had to go to my office. its nowhere to be found. i continue to tear apart room. email boss, im going to be an hour late. googling rules about getting into and out of canada. seems that its not going over the border, its coming back into the states that will be harder. call dad to see if he can scan birth certificate. find online that they need the one with the seal. can they mail it? no, they are at my grandmothers for a few days. fuccckkkkk.
go to work. do some work. erase an entire design by accident bc i am so worried about this. took a half day. got home and continued what i had started this morning: dumping out folders, drawers, ransacking my book shelve.
FOUND IT. finally. yes. good. have not eaten since a pumpernickel bagel i grabbed from a street vendor when i jumped off the subway this morning. went to get veggie tacos, bc everyone got chiptole for lunch and i worked through lunch. and guess what guys: yes, i found my passport, so me being all frantic and insane at work today was for a good reason, i guess, and, my two veggie tacos and 2 happy hour maragritas were only ten bucks total. whew! cant beat that in midtown.
leaving brooklyn, somewhat drunkly, in moments to go take the subway to airport. meeting ryan in buffalo. hes renting a car and we are driving over. stopping at niagria (sp) falls at midnight or so im sure. yiipppeee.
then modeling, sightseeing in a fake way, admiring canada’s cleanliness. etc.
oh and just saw this lyric somewhere, and im not sure i would like the song, but, i like the lyric:
pawned my piano to pay for the lessons
i think i feel like that daily