GfC

helloo. blogging at ya from a so-called "hotel", that's so damn cramped you can't breathe. not an exaggeration. anyhoo. plane rides nowadays are definitely not what they used to be. The whole ride, I was stuck in a teeny seat where I couldn't sleep cos the douche in front of me kept reclining on his seat, and I had to kick it over and over and he still didn't get the damn message, and all that shit. A couple good things were.. free snacks and the like! once only, but hey, it's free. free's free.
hell, it was only a domestic flight, and I'm still bitching about it. oh well.

nuff of that whining, let's move on to Montreal!
Quite an odd place. it's, well, old. older than your grandmother-that-died old. it's not necessarily a bad thing, but some parts of it seem antique-y.
Also, all the signposts things and ads are in french. surprise, surprise. but it's okay, as I am a certified french smart-ass, it only takes me about 30 seconds to decipher something that says.. "Originale". ohh yeahh. Mr.Frenchie.

but quite honestly, I couldn't speak french to a Quebecy to save kiddies from a burning building or some shit. it's tough stuff, french.

Right now, downtown Montreal is kind of.. what would you say, stuffy.(?) Of course, that's to be expected, considering it's downtown n all. it's supposedly cold enough to freeze one's balls (or ovaries. I'm no sexist.) off in the winter, but I haven't seen it, and yep. blahblahblah.

The people here are generally.. uh. nice? I guess. Haven't really been able to talk to anyone, as they were blinded by my beautifulnessness, lalala. but it's all good, I can suffer in silence.

OK! I'm pretty much done, as I'm fucking exhausted. Pardon my french. (haw haw)

Puis-je avoir une coffee s'il vous plait?