I hate moving

I'm just waiting for the word from my new landlords saying I can move into my new place. I fear it won't be until August 31, by which time my cousin will have come and collected all of his belongings from my current subletted apartment. And unfortunately pretty much everything here belongs to him, including the bed, TV and all the dishes. The end of August could be an interesting time for me. I envision myself sitting on the floor in this empty room with nothing but my computer. Maybe my blog will get updated more often.

My new place is on Novalea Drive, deep in the north end. It's a one bedroom basement apartment in the home of a newly married couple who seem nice enough, but you never know who's going to turn out to be a creepy pervert. After seeing that Oprah special report on surveillance, I'll be sure to check the place for hidden cameras, just in case. My parents came into the city last week to help me find a place. My father decided we should drive around the vicinity of the NSCC campus looking for places to rent. Mom said people aren't going to see us driving around and run out offering to rent us apartments. But Dad got the last laugh because that's exactly what happened. We saw a For Rent sign and Dad went to check it out but before he even got to the door, the guy in the next house over popped his head out the door and said "Are you guys looking to rent a one bedroom apartment?" I liked it so that's where I'll be for the next year.

My aunt, cousin and her boyfriend came to visit Thursday. We had a great day wandering around Halifax. There was a brief moment of panic when a hornet flew into my cousin's shirt and she proceded to run around flashing all vehicular and pedestrian traffic on Spring Garden Road. The situation was not made better when her boyfriend hit her in an attempt to kill the bug but only succeeded in making the incident into a Jerry Springer style spectacle with running, screaming, nudity and a physical assault. Her mother told her that was what you got when you wore such low cut tops.

Then it was on to Buskerfest at the waterfront where we saw an impressive Xtreme martial arts show by Team Ryouko from Toronto. They did some very cool kicks and flips that made me ashamed that I can't even do a summersault without hurting myself. We also caught a performance by Bike Boy, an Australian guy who managed to turn a five minute stunt into a 45 minute show. I guess that's what Buskers do though. Some people seemed a bit put off by his dark sense of humor and one mother frowned when he threatened to burn some of the children with his fire baton. But he had most of the audience hooked with promises of a spectacular final stunt, interrupting his innuendo laced monologue only to directly insult the unfortunate "volunteers" he pulled from the crowd. But I'll give props to anyone who can juggle a chainsaw, a knife and a flaming stick while standing on a bike balanced on top of a 22 foot pole.