Lake Winnipesaukee

Yeah, so i walked around a lot day 3. All the apartments around that area are around 1500-3000 a month. Just a hair higher then I can afford. It's a nice area and my school is just down the road, but I'd have to look elsewhere for a place. I went back to the hostel after Grant and I had a few beers after the walk to 'cool down'. I was in my room reading my book "Too Fat to Fish" by Artie Lang, which is an amazing book that I'll talk about later, when the door to my room opened and someone walked in. Shitty. She was some chick from Australia who was in town for one night to attend a 'conference'. What the fuck kind of conference drags your ass 20 hours on a plane from the other side of the planet for ONE DAY. I hope it was worth it lady. Anyways, and much more importantly, for the first time at the hostel i had to sleep with someone in the room. Cooool. It really wasn't that bad. She was very nice, i remember this conversation around 11pm that night.

By the way, I totally claimed the bottom bunk even though when I checked in I was assigned the top. Fuck that. Who sleeps on the top bunk when there is nobody sleeping on the bottom?

Ok, so here it is. The Lady talking from the TOP bunk while I'm reading my book down below.

Lady: (imagine some crazy Aussie accent from a little nerdy redhead) So, you can just turn the light off wheneva you want to go a sleep.
Me: Umm.. what? You can turn the light off if you're going to sleep, i don't mind.
Lady: No no, you just do what you want. I'll be alright.
Me: I really don't mind... uhh.. i don't know....
Lady: No no, you just do your thing, I'll just read
Me: Okie Dokie...

So, I had no idea what to do. I wasn't really tired and was really into my book (wow, I'm a homo) I knew by her tone that she wanted to sleep, after all she did have a minor day of traveling around the fucking world. To make matters worse, the rooms weren't exactly what I would call spacious. The only light in the room was about two feet above here face. Not the best of sleeping conditions. So I ended up reading my book for what i told myself was only going to be five more minutes. What I didn't account for was that Artie telling his fucked up life story would keep me awake much longer then five mintues. I'd think I probably read for about another hour at least before I put the book down. I hadn't heard a whole lot of action above me, and when I stood up the turn the light off the lady was fast asleep, and that light was as bright as can be. She probably seriously hurt her retina or optic nerve or some shit.

Lady took off in the morning, and I fell back asleep. I slept all day long. I had some sort of cold or something, I felt like shit for three days. It was alright. So after three nights only once was someone else in my room. I felt like a genius. And I am apparently because i lucked out the night next three nights as well. Where else can you get a private bed for 25 bucks a night in downtown Toronto? I'll tell you.

The next day I went to check out some places to live. I called this dude Eric who clearly had some sort of name change or something because he had one the thickest Chinese accents Ive ever heard. His place was in the heart of China town. I like China town. It's crazy and full markets on the side walks and everyone buys fruits and vegetables. Every fucking person in china town buys fucking fruits and vegetables. Its crazy. It must be some sort of law. After I passed the parade of veggies I found the place about block later. No address on the door. Not a great first impression, but thanks to my pizza delivering days, and a little common sense, i knew it was the right place. (im a good counter) I checked the place out. Eric was a nice dude, but the place i looked at had no windows. Not exactly what I'm looking. So he said he had a few more units available to rent. I checked two more, both still had no fucking windows. I asked him how many places are for rent in this place, because it really was that big. He told that six places are available. Fuckin place only had 7 or 8 units. So I shipped outta there real quick. The next place i checked was a basement suite with a 6'1 ceiling. Perfect!

Going 0 for 2 on my search so far, I was pretty sure number three would be a smash.
I took the street car all the way past Yonge and Dundas to see my next place. Now, Yonge and Dundas is Toronto's version of Times Square. Its pretty neat-o. But a few blocks past it towards the east side it starts to get a little sketchy. Bums and hobos and white chicks with massive black eyes. The stop i needed to get off ended up being right in front of a strip club. Not the good kind of strip club. (Not a dude bar but I'd bet money the girls on stage are 45+ just by looking at the front door)

Anyways, I get to the place and I could tell that I was just wasting my time. I had to get escorted up the elevator to the place by the security guard. He opened the door and it confirmed my belief. Shit hole. The rooms was like 200 square feet. It had a little shitty bed, and tiny shitty fridge, and a lawn chair. That wasn't exactly what i had in mind when the add said 'FULLY FURNISHED!!" The stove looked like it was from 1875, and toilet was so close to the bath tub you could shit and wash your feet at the same time!

0 for 3.

More to come..