Almost Home!!!!!

Yesterday:

We were sitting in the downtown mall food court and HE was
sitting 10 tables away with his family or whatever.
But this guy, totally hilarious, totally white trash and totally Reginan
will be the inspiration for my costume this year for Hallowe'en.

Ok, he had dark mulleted hair. I'm talking superMullet.
Cropped on top and sides, shoulder length at the back.
But he decided in his infinite wisdom to wear the mulleted back part
around both sides of his neck, trailing down his chest!!!!!
He also had a Yorkton moustache or "teenage moustache".
Also, he was wearing a pair of dashing Mirrored-Terminator style pair
of sunglasses indoors!
The usually nondescript grey sweatshirt that was probably stained but
I couldn't tell in the distance.
And, of course, a pair of faded black jeans that were tight on the legs
and slightly roomy fo' his ass due to all that stretching.
Finally, a pair of shitty, clunky,grey, fake Nike hightop sneakers.

We kept trying to look in his direction but were afraid we'd burst out laughing.
So we kept doing that teenage girl thing -- pretending to look past him but
really trying to see him at the same time.

The thing is, he looked hilarious anyways, but that quotient was upped because
he insisted on wearing those stupid mirrored sunglasses in the food court.
There he sat, facing our way, neon lights reflected in his sunglasses, hair coming
down around both sides of his neck, trying to look cool.
After a while, we couldn't take it anymore and we had to leave, giggling.

I wonder, are guys with mullets AWARE that having one is a big joke?
Do they think it's rad, cool, snap?
What are they thinking? I really want to get into their head. Do they talk about hair?
They must consciously THINK about growing that back part. How can they not?

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I'm leaving soon and I can't wait. We're taking the bus back to T.O. 40 hours.
Straight through the White Trash Corridor, into Ontario and down to T.Dot.

This'll be my last night with my computer. I'm going to update tomorrow at the
library.

I still can't believe that I'm leaving Regina. I've felt like I've been here for a year.
That's what the Prairies will do to you. It'll stretch your perception of time.
Things don't move very fast here and people take their time doing thins.
Well, some people anyways. In Regina, the civil servants are really some of the
pushiest and weirdest and nerdiest folk around.
Some people say Torontonians are cold and pushy and always in a hurry.
That may be true to a certain extent, but the goddam civil servants here are worse.
They also dress badly.
I never did understand why they are always in a hurry. They work for the government
for god's sake!!

Well, this little excursion has been pretty trashy and weird. Fraught with disappointment
and some frustration.
But I'm glad I came. I do not regret it. However, I will never come back if I can help it.
I've had some fun as well, if only in observing a different culture in a different city than what
I'm used to.
I've made my own fun, did little explorations, had little adventures.
I was very lucky to be able to go out into the prairies and check out some of the more
rural parts. Quite breathtaking.

So, my time in Regina is up and I'm glad to be going home.
This has been an unforgettable summer.

I also want to thank all of you out there, wherever and whoever you may be for
tuning in to some of my rants and badly constructed sentences. After all, it's a blog.
I'll be continuing frogger in Toronto. And I'll post a link here permanently to my
frogger in TO site.
Again, thanks for listening.
I'll have one more update tomorrow, if I can, if I have time.
But just in case, thanks for listening.

Goodbye.