SECOND DAY IN WINNIPEG
Last night, I fell asleep around 12:30. I still didn’t cry. Progress.
But, I could clearly tell the difference between Winnipeg and Vancouver. There were people yelling in the streets, it wasn’t too big of a major problem, because I already prepped myself for this kind of environment.
4:03AM, I woke up by the sound of a guy screaming out on the top of his lungs
“I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH”
All natural alarm clock for 4AM, perfect.
I checked my phone, and I got a few notifications of how my brother got to touch Ryan Tedder’s hand.
Ryan Tedder high fived my brother.
He High Fived My Brother.
He High Fived My Brother Who Took My Seat At The Concert.
Jealous.
4:30AM
I called my dad, and he was furious
“Why are you still awake around this time?”
Dad, I just woke up.
After talking to him, I fell back asleep praying that no one would be yelling at the top of his lungs again.
9:01AM I woke up.
I walked out my room, and realized my roommates already finished their morning run, ate breakfast, and already took a shower. He was sitting there studying his grammar textbooks, and he asked me:
“What did you do today?”
Sleeping. Duh. That’s a big accomplishment with all the yelling going on at night.
I asked them if they could accompany me to superstore, and they went with me.
When we were waiting for the bus at the bus stop, it was almost entertaining to see my roommate, at 180cm big guy squirming around when he sees a black guy or first nation people walk buy. He said these people scare him. My other roommate is scared of black girls. He said they have scary attitude, so I did him a favor and tuned down my black attitude for the day.
They helped me carry all the heavy grocery, and they offered to block the wind for me because I was wearing shorts.
They did all the cooking and all the dish washing for lunch.
During lunch they were talking about places to go, liquors to buy, and stuff to do in Winnipeg. Which nothing interests me at all. Sushi here costs $30, hell to the no am I shelling out my limited amount of income for a meal.
After lunch, I walked to the nearby elementary school, and called my mother.
To be honest, this place isn’t as bad as it seems. I don’t feel threatened for my safety (so far), the sun sets around 9:30PM, and even at night, the street doesn’t seem too bad
I think I’m comfortable going out to shopping malls without the two big guys. I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable having two guys waiting for me outside of the changing room while I stand there looking at myself in the mirror for 30 minutes.
But good news is:
My first day of work is tomorrow!
Finally! Something! To! Do! In! Winnipeg!