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George Strombopolous is so cool.  There is a big poster of him on the DVP.  I don’t even like the news,but i like george’s news. 
Suburbia is so different from city life.  I like city life.
For example, can you walk down the street in suburia and get rent a movie,buy some milk and say hi to 5 people on the way  at 12am ?  I think not.
I fouund a good couch the other day down the street and now it isin my lving room.  cool eh? (ok that is a little univerrsity but still cool to get free furniture)
They compost in this city.
Squirrels don’t run away from you.
Me and Bandana found this creole pizza place that is super cute only a few minutes away.  and it is open until 2am. 
Queen street is spitting distance.
So is the eaton centre.
The Danforth (greek -ville) is biking distance.

Country mouse became city mouse.

Last night i was lying in my bed at 1am reading. The head of my bed is under a window, and i’ve got a sorta blind thingy hanging down. So, there i am engrossed in Karen Armstrong’s defy against Roman Catholosism when I look up to suddenly see, literally 2cm away from my head, a daddy-long-leg spider.
What the blazing?? I jumped up, turned on all the lights in the room at once (2 lamps and the main switch) and started to follow it struggling to crawl my wall. Suprisingly Mr. Spider was having immense trouble trying to climb the wall (either my wall is really smooth or his little grippers suck).

The whole problem i faced was not leaving the room for fear that I would lose track of where he was. And i’m childishly scared of spiders. It’s stupid really, especially since I back-packed India and had zero fear of 5cm flying ‘roaches. It makes no sense where the fear of this tiny thing, that is really ugly comes from. I mean, it’s not like it could hurt me. There were those kids in elementary school who could hold them by the legs and just dangle them in your face. I wish i was fearless like that. And here is the other thing: I’m not scared of lady bugs. I’ll touch them and let them crawl on me no problem.

I decided to move my bed away from the wall, which i successfuly accomplished, to avoid Mr. Spider crawling onto it. I watched him crawl around 2 walls of my room so closely, it was ridiculous.
Then i mustered up enough courage, at what was then 2am, to grab a nearby magazine and try to wack him unconscious. But my wack ended up being more like a tap, and it scared him and he ran faster away from me. So, then i tried to tap him some more to get him off the wall, and then grabbed a jar (a decorator’s piece) to lure him in. I finally got him onto the carpet and trapped him under the jar. This is the way to get a spider with as little contact as possible.

I put the poor thing in prison for the whole night, like a holding cell for youth crime. And he was bailed out in the morning by Pop’s who shook his head at me. And then he was flushed (again by Pops). i saw his body struggling in the toilet water.

I just can’t do it, I just can’t kill a spider. Not because I don’t want to, but because I’m scared.