The Good News Train has been pulling into my station in a big way these days. In the last week or so I have:

  • received my tax refund, which is possibly the biggest single amount of money I have ever deposited into the bank at one time
  • bought the aforementioned adorable shoes — which were 10% off, because I happened to go to the store on John Fluevog’s birthday, and they gave me a cookie!
  • gotten an email with my TA assignments for next year (!!)
  • touched a MacBook, which I’m most likely going to buy soon
  • gone to see Lady Vengeance
  • eaten ice cream for breakfast — I made Alex get dressed and run down to the ice cream truck* that serendipitously was parked right in front of my house; he got to the sidewalk before he realized he didn’t know what size or kind of dip cone I wanted, so he shouted back up to me, who was sitting in my bathrobe at the window
  • made strawberry pancakes for dinner

However, it’s not all roses. For one, it looks like Taylor (aka Michael McDonald II) is going to win American Idol. I shouldn’t care, but he makes me so irrationally mad. He’s clearly like, 40 years old in every way. And he “woo”s for himself.

Furthermore, I just heard like my neighbourhood rep theatre the Paradise is shutting down, along with the Royal and the others. This makes me sad, as I was hoping I could go there to hide from my sauna-like apartment this summer.

We’ll always have the night I went to see La Dolce Vita by myself and then walked home at midnight in the snow. That’s what the movies is all about.

*I should point out that ice cream trucks in Toronto are different from the ice cream trucks we had in Calgary. Back home, an “ice cream truck” was a refrigerated van full of ready-made ice cream bars and popsicles — most in kind of grotesque colours that I didn’t really dig even as a child. Last summer I realized that “ice cream trucks” in Toronto are basically mobile Dairy Queens — they have soft serve and a plethora of ice cream options, made to order. This resulted in me getting ice cream basically weekly, which resulted in me gaining weight, which is not helped by genius moves like eating pancakes for dinner.