i booked a ticket back to ontario. straight back to london this time, no stopping in toronto. my loves in toronto - i am sorry. i need to get back to school and finish my thesis chapter asap. but i will visit you soon. very very very soon.
i booked a ticket back for the 5th of september. i want to extend my stay here in the city for as long as i possibly can. i was talking to someone the other day about my situation - my romantic situation. my friend said: its like the bus. you wait for half an hour and nothing comes and then suddenly you get three buses, all at once.
yeah, thats what it has been like lately. there was a lull in my romantic career, and then it suddenly perked up again.
have you ever dated the french? they are so romantic, it is almost unbelievable.
and the accent? swoon. ahhhhh, the french. the french. sometimes activism brings along with it all sorts of good things.
last nights meeting for our coalition was fantastic. it was shorter than ususal, and we really talked abotu stuff. now begins the more philosophical discussions, the conversations about ideas, about beliefs, about who we are and what we represent. its so much more satisfying than simply coordinating rallies and marches. But thats just my opinion, heavily inflluenced by my love of theory and a good argument.
i don't want to leave vancouver, and i am angry that of course i meet all these fantastic people, and one particularly romantic francophone, in the month before i leave. i hate leaving. i am always leaving.
