I went back to Toronto yesterday after work to hang out with my friends at the Jazz festival at The Beaches (yes, that’s what that area is called). It was a very very hot day. I was standing in the subway waiting to meet up with my friends and even though there was a breeze from the subways passing by, I was still sweating. I was just standing there, underground with a breeze and still sweating even though I was just standing there. Crazy. When we boarded the first subway, we found a set of keys on the chair so we went back to the ticket booth to give it to people that worked there. I hope whoever forgot the keys got them back from the people. It’s really not nice to lose your keys.

Anyways, by the time we got there, it had already started so there were crowds everywhere! Listened to a few bands (some of them we really good, some were alright). Went to grab some food. Listened to more bands. It was so hot and sticky and being in a crowd of people didn’t help it very much. We stayed after it got dark so everyone got bitten pretty badly by mosquitoes. It didn’t even occur to me to bring bug spray. Oh wells.

We left around the time it closed so we hit the first crowd to try and go home. It took a while for the street cars to come but eventually we got on one that wasn’t packed to the brim and made it to the subway station where I departed from my friends in order to get to my place.

Got home around 1:20am and proceeded to pass out. I slept reeeeeaally good.

On another note, my mother called me during the event to see if I was coming home. It’s rather annoying. If I come home, I come home. If it’s 9pm, don’t you think I’m not going to come home? It bothers me that she seems to want me to come home every weekend. It’s my life and I’m only starting to enjoy it. I’ve opened up socially and go out a lot more, it’s only normal. I don’t even go out as much as other people do, but it’s still more than before. A year or two ago, I never saw my friends and they seem worried that I never saw my friends. So now that I make some new friends that I like a lot more, I go out with them every so often…and now it seems like I’m going out too much? I feel normal now. I’m enjoying my university days. Why doesn’t she think so?

Whatever. Thinking about them makes me irritated.

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Mood: annoyed