I always thought I had an accent when talking to people from Ontario. A little flavour from the west coast in the way I flatten my a's and round my o's, and then some hints of the east coast, in the way that I crunch my r's and contract my the's.
But here I sound like I have no inflection at all.
Of course, both Andy and I are the kind of people to pick up an accent quickly, so guaranteed we'll have a little bit of one by the end of the week.
In other news, we are here in St. John's, made it in with no trouble whatsoever.
We did have a tremendous trouble sleeping last night, however, and so are a little tired this morning as we head off to the first of our meetings to see properties.
I also had one of the worst nightmares of my life early this morning.
We had woken up at 430 to discuss how much trouble we were having sleeping, and after Andy fell into a doze I stayed awake until after 6. I'm not sure when I fell asleep then, but that's about when the nightmare started.
See, yesterday, at the Halifax airport, we were walking to a restaurant when we passed this guy who was blatantly staring at me. Not leering staring, just staring like he knew me and wanted to say something. We laughed about it then but later he was in the same group of people waiting at our gate, and the staring continued. I came to the realization that Stare-y McScary was actually a former student of mine, one who had sexually harassed me and then physically intimidated the professor. Anyway, not one of my favourites. I remember him telling me he was from New Brunswick, so it made sense that he was there - the New Brunswick flight was delayed by about four hours and the place was filling up.
We got on our flight to St. John's and I didn't think any more of it until this morning in my dream.
In my dream, Andy and I were hanging out in the hotel room and somebody (Stare-y McScary) made it past the lock on our door. He started haranguing us and toying with us and assaulting us and we couldn't escape him.
Finally, I forced myself out of the dream and let my breathing calm down a bit. I looked at the big clock on the wall of the hotel room, thinking, dear god, it must be almost 8 by NOW!
As I looked at the clock, the hands started spinning and stopped on 12. I heard a deep gong, and realized OH MY GOD I'M STILL DREAMING!
I rolled over to try to wake myself up. I slapped my face, I tried to speak. Nothing. I was trapped in the covers so I started to thrash around, hoping that I would wake up Andy. Nothing. I began to scream.
And THEN I woke up.
And it was only 7.
Posted by Ally at June 3, 2008 07:18 AMHello!