BJD

If you're wondering what BJD stands for, look on my friend Warren's biceps, as I was told he has those initials tattooed on both arms. Bridget Jones' Diary. What can this post possibly be aboooot?? Well on Saturday, my friend Kristen and I went to this Green Living Show, an expo where tons of companies have booths selling green, eco-friendly products. I had a free pass from my internship, and she had to recycle a cell phone to get in free..pretty good deal. Actually, the website gave a list of electronics that you could recycle to get in free, and I figured that most people would bring small electronics to carry on public transit. We walked outside, and there were huge bins with dozens of computers and TVs sticking out that people apparently lugged to this show. Hardly anything is free nowadays, so these people scrambled to take advantage I guess. BUT, we went there partly to see......wait for it.....COLIN FIRTH. I know, amazing right??? How jealous are you all right now! Well he was great. He was receiving an award, and there was a speech and then questions afterward. He not only is hilarious, but he also is very smart and practical. The perfect British man. Which leads splendidly to the next topic: the British man in my life, Paul! Who, by the way, disagreed with me when I said that Colin Firth was the perfect British man.

I wasn't sure what my next post would be, until I was talking with my great friend Vanessa and she was saying how my posts always have this elephant in the room because I never mention Paul, and yet he is a part of my Canadian life. (Side note: She didn't mean to say Paul was big like an elephant, which my g-ma so nicely asked when I first mentioned him back home. I think her words were, "hopefully he's not critically obese or anything"). Anyways, he was about a quarter of the reason I moved up to the big north. We met on the last leg of my Canadian trip, he was my great friend Helena's roommate. She actually told me she thought I would like one of her roommates before I came, but I was pretty indifferent not really caring about meeting guys. So, ice skating at 2am on the Rideau canal the first night we met sort of set the bar. I never considered doing long distance, but after meeting him, I changed my tune. We talked about every night for the 2 months since I last saw him (thanks family for putting up with that!). AND, come tomorrow, he will be visiting me for a couple of days in Toronto on his way back home from school!!! He lives 3-4 hrs away from Toronto, but we're aiming for the weekends to see each other. Needless to say, it's been a whirlwind. I saw him for 2 and a half weeks, left to California for a month and a half, and then moved to Toronto. So, I hope Vanessa's happy, although she'll tell me I left out a lot, and I'm pretty happy too. That's the part of my story that was left out, and now you know. Hope it wasn't too mushy or romantic, but if it was, DEAL WITH IT.