Feeling better, if somewhat vague and hazy.
Phil Novak was in my linguistics class yesterday. There was an empty seat beside me and he asked if it was taken, I turned and said no, we both jumped, he sat down and we both fidgetted for 2 hours. (For those not in the Know, Novak was one of Erik's best friends in highschool.) That was just kind of weird and awkward, but oh well. Fuck the phonetic alphabet's hard. When I learn it tho, that's all I'm writing in.
I got my semiotics midterm back (80%) and our commentaries (84%), so that's a good start to the term. But got Anthro in 45 mins and we might be getting our essays back- on handing mine in, I realised it was nowhere near as complex as other people's (videotapes, pics, stuff like that.) Oh well, we do what we can and I wrote most of it in one night.
I had a dream last night about dead bodies. It wasn't a nightmare cuz I escaped before I woke up, but it was still disturbing.
Don't wanna be here. Wanna go back to bed.
If we are going to go see Harry Potter today, I can't go- it's 3 hours long and I need to be back on campus for 7PM. There's a show at 3:30 at Uptown tho.... hmmm....
About 10 really really dumb guys in the library right now. *sigh* You can always tell St. Mike's.
So Dave Thomas is finally dead. His commercials really irritated me. But Wendy's has good chicken sandwiches.
So, went to class, was told by undergrad something-something that "due to major personal problems" the prof wouldn't be taking the course this week and maybe not next week either. So I'm here for 5 hours with nothing to do. Want to go home!!!
I've decided that my life really is like "Bridget Jones." Mum thought she was silly and pathetic (as a person), but I think that movie is all about me. Honestly.
Hungry. Could go to Tim Horton's, but too far. Anywhere's too far, really, which is a pity cuz I'm hungry. Could go back to the New York Deli place, but that's nearly as far as Tim Horton's, and plus Michelle isn't on campus so it's no fun. Guess I should get "Mme. Bovary" out and start reading... but I don't wanna! I want a bacon sandwich. The way I make them. With actual bacon on.
(I think now I'm just whining for the sake of whining.)
Sometimes I see people like me walking around, so un-put-together, carrying fifty-thousand things and looking all messy and clutzy, dropping stuff, spilling stuff (like my asparagus in the library yesterday), basically being really awkward and stuff socially. (Jeez I'm tired. Damn that bacon sandwich I don't have!)
Bored. Booooooooooored...
Home and fairly happy. Got an email from Chriss (which I haven't answered yet, sorry, brain's somewhat frazzled); SCA meeting felt very productive and Kimberly sweetly kindly lent me a whole bunch of clothing. Dave (TFS grounds) said construction wouldn't affect us. And Lynn Welsh, that marvelous Vic coordinator, said I can use all last year's courses for Specialist requirements- PHEW! :) And the government gave me some money. Which was nice of them.
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