So in Canada we have what is called “March Break” we get a week off of school, and when you get back you still have a whole bunch of assignments due, and life is generally miserable. On this week you can do one of two things. You either go snowboarding/skiing. (Though, sadly this option is being depleted by crappy warm weather) or you go somewhere with amazing weather and all inclusive resorts and blah blah blah. Who needs that crap?
I got to spend my March Break going to night school for 4.5 hours a night! From 4:30 to 9:00 I sat, ate a lot of junk food, and heard The Great Gatsby read in many different accents. But this means I almost done this tedious gesture to get myself my final credit, needed to get into university. I spent a lot of money, very unfortunate. Though I just found out my tax return is like $100, which isn’t too bad.
It was an amazing week for weather, the first coat-less week of the year, I would think. On Friday some friends and myself had a bonfire in the park. I guess I was the Saviour of the day, I came late and bought them water and smore making materials. Hero? I think so. My arms still hurt carrying all that to the far off destination. The fire was good, it was a good high school moment as we left the fire and wandered the neighborhood. Even that night was pretty warm.
Saturday though, the day I go off to a urban exploration meeting? Cloudy skies, snowed at certain times, terrible. Nonetheless we headed off towards a known active warehouse, with an abandoned backside. But as we walked through the door we tripped off a well hidden door alarm and booked it out of there… Into another abandoned warehouse. This seems silly, but hey mother duck is running towards the hole in the wall, you should be following her. There we are for about 10 minutes watching the other place when two security cars show up. We freeze on the second floor watching them. What did they do? Nothing. They sat around, one guy walked half way around our building, another took a piss. One car left and the other sat there for another half hour. After 45 minutes they left, we took a couple photos of the well known spot and left. (We also climbed more things that probably wanted to collapse beneath our feet.)
On this day I also learned that my father had wrongly ghosted my hard drive, and had pretty much lost anything I had done on it in the past week, since he last ghosted my hard drive. We’re trying to get me a completely new build, and it’s been frustrating. I’m hoping I didn’t lose any photos, but I’m pretty sure I lost an entire batch from… somewhere, I don’t recall. I lost a lot of photos I had just saved to my computer from various artists, as well as a few photoshop files I was working on, and the new resume I had made myself in Illustrator. (Due to lack of inDesign.) I’m sure there’s other stuff I lost and I hope it wasn’t anything important. Maybe I should think of buying an external backup.
Onwards with exploration, the team heads downtown to check out a small condo that was being rebuilt for a while, and lo’ and behold, and open door! We send one guy in to check out the place, and he comes back telling us it’s quiet. We all walk in, and being last, I gently close the door with the help of a friend. What we didn’t know, but would soon find out is that it mag-locked behind us. Suddenly we’re in a building with no exit, and one security camera watching us. We find more locked doors, an alarmed fire exit, and then we find a door with seemingly no alarm. What the hotel staff across the street must of thought of 6 people bursting out of a construction office at 11pm, I don’t know.
So it was the night of failures, we were pretty much ready to give up, we wander aimlessly past other buildings being built, looking longingly at cranes behind secured doors and cameras. (My favorite door being seemingly unlatched, but obviously had a bunch of cinder blocks behind it.) When we chance upon a completely open stairwell, what must be the future site of a fire exit door. We pounce upon it, and thus begins the great run up a lot of stairs, scoping out the building for security, and through a bit of a maze making it all the way to the top. About 50 stories, in the west end of downtown, and it was just amazing. Completely worth all the stairs to see the city from that high. (I will post some photos later)
And then the crane. The crane is about 2 small stories about the building, and completely enticing. We climb the tower and sit above the cabin, and you can feel the damn thing shaking in the cold, cold wind. One of us sets up a camera, the other clings for dear life to the center of it, and myself? I climb even higher, to the highest point of the crane. I figure it I get to the ground, and the rush wears off, and I am too scared to ever do this again, this will be my only shot. It was high, very high. I didn’t stay long, the wind picked up and I climbed down as fast as I could. But boy what an incredible feeling to be that high. (Off the ground.) So it’s around 2am now, we scamper down the condo finally, ducking into a few unfinished rooms. So tiny! How unfortunate. Then finally, after feeling incredibly grounded for a moment, we head back to the cars and home.
Today? My legs feel completely dead, I have a ton of work to do for school, and only my mom’s computer to do it from. Frustrating. Hopefully the computer build goes well, and goes soon. Climbing the building was the highlight of my march break, and now that it’s almost over I go back to the dread that is finishing a bunch of projects, putting on our One Act’s festival, building sets, doing my university interview, and not dying!
(None of this list involves doing comics, sadly.)