reading between the lines on His face...

Funny the things that have happened in a couple of days. On Wednesday I entered the world of permanent body modifications with my first tattoo. It was done by Paul at Surface Bar. It is the last three lines of 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost, you'll know it.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Chris Vyn was in the mix, watching. Which was fun, he was excited. So now I have some great poetry on the back of my leg, it looks fabulous.
The parents don't know, which I'm comfortable with. I'm moving out in just over a week anyway, it's not going to matter a whole lot. They'll see it eventually, but probably not in the near future. In the mean time, it's easy to hide. I don't feel like I'm being deceitful, or sneaky. I just really don't think that my choice to get tattooed has a lot to do with them.

Yesterday I went to Toronto with Mike and Matt. Which was a great time. We drove to Whitby and took the train to Toronto. Like I said, it was great. I was glad for two big things all day. One is that Matt is a level, good driver, who knows his way around highways. Two is that Mike knows his way around Toronto a lot better than I do. As a result of these two blessings, I could focus on shopping, playing the social disturbance game*, and keeping up with two longlegged boys.

The shopping aspect was decent, the afternoon ended up being my time, we hit up Queen Street, and all that that entails. I'm less enchanted with Queen than I used to be, the stores are basically all the same, and increasingly of less interest to me. Nevertheless, Queen is Queen, and it was good to hit up Blackmarket and Borderline again. After decent dinner we hit up A little bit of Yonge, and Bay Bloor, where the boys checked out French Connection UK, the GAP, and Bay Bloor Radio. Bay Bloor was funny, after the fifth clerk in fifteen minutes asked us if we need any assistance, I finally asked if they worked on commission. The clerk then launched into a half hour rant about his workplace, the idiot customers, and idiot boss. It was hilarious for his sincerity alone.

Today was comparatively uneventful. I lost out on valedictorian to Pat Bunting. I've learned that I hate the phrase 'really close second'. But aside from that, the guy deserves it. Give me a day or two and I'll get over myself. I also hit up the Electrashine concert with Mike, which was solid rock.

*The Social Disturbance Game is a game to play in big cities. It involves causing social disturbances for points. Players call their play, and it's value in points, and do the act. Mike won this round hands down, due in part by an incredible 80 point move in the subway. He walked up that narrow metal strip between the escalators, (a steep incline, bloody dangerous) for a whole flight. He pulled it off, and the reactions from people were priceless. Other notable disturbances from Mike included a 720 spin off a concrete block, and trying on girl pants on the GAP.