Dearest readers,
I must confess I am in the library typing this thirty minutes before my math class, because I... well, I got tired of facebook, to be honest. I have a french test that will determine whether or not I will have to take a french class next semester, so I'm really supposed to be studying my french syntax, but really, no.
Also, my math tutor has not answered me yet, even though I asked him to give me a date sometime this week, which is mildly stressful. Maybe he got tired of me. I don't even know.
Meanwhile, I still haven't found the time or the energy to catch up on my bio classes, which are actually slightly more challenging than I was expecting, but mostly because half my class are doctors from other countries, and they have to retake their courses, but they already learned all this. I met a guy from Ottawa, who wants to be a veterinary (what an odd word, don't you think?), and is therefore absolutely genius and I just can't handle him passing everything with flying colors. But he's really nice (slightly awkward, but you know.) and his name is completely pas rapport with the fact that he's ontarian and was born in the late 1990s, and I find that amusing, so I keep talking to him.
I've managed to already attract at least two creeps (successfully blocked from facebook, but not from my campus, where suddenly they seem to appear everywhere and awkward eye contact ensues), but thankfully the number of decent people I've met is higher.
Anyway, I must fly to my next math class, which is a losing battle. Seriously, I can keep up for the first thirty minutes, and then everything just kind of disintegrates and my mind feels like it's been put in a blender. Speaking of, I'm thinking of buying myself a vitamix and I really really really can't wait :D
As promised in the title, here is your seen on the metro: Two guys were offering each other a standing place, gesturing to it over and over until they both walked off and stood somewhere else. Oh, Canada.
Edit: I did think of taking the place while they were arguing over who was going to take it, but then I remembered I'm Canadian, apologized and went and stood somewhere else, effectively taking a completely theoretical and imaginary person's place, which made me feel very uncomfortable and guilty for the rest of the ride.
I must confess I am in the library typing this thirty minutes before my math class, because I... well, I got tired of facebook, to be honest. I have a french test that will determine whether or not I will have to take a french class next semester, so I'm really supposed to be studying my french syntax, but really, no.
Also, my math tutor has not answered me yet, even though I asked him to give me a date sometime this week, which is mildly stressful. Maybe he got tired of me. I don't even know.
Meanwhile, I still haven't found the time or the energy to catch up on my bio classes, which are actually slightly more challenging than I was expecting, but mostly because half my class are doctors from other countries, and they have to retake their courses, but they already learned all this. I met a guy from Ottawa, who wants to be a veterinary (what an odd word, don't you think?), and is therefore absolutely genius and I just can't handle him passing everything with flying colors. But he's really nice (slightly awkward, but you know.) and his name is completely pas rapport with the fact that he's ontarian and was born in the late 1990s, and I find that amusing, so I keep talking to him.
I've managed to already attract at least two creeps (successfully blocked from facebook, but not from my campus, where suddenly they seem to appear everywhere and awkward eye contact ensues), but thankfully the number of decent people I've met is higher.
Anyway, I must fly to my next math class, which is a losing battle. Seriously, I can keep up for the first thirty minutes, and then everything just kind of disintegrates and my mind feels like it's been put in a blender. Speaking of, I'm thinking of buying myself a vitamix and I really really really can't wait :D
As promised in the title, here is your seen on the metro: Two guys were offering each other a standing place, gesturing to it over and over until they both walked off and stood somewhere else. Oh, Canada.
Edit: I did think of taking the place while they were arguing over who was going to take it, but then I remembered I'm Canadian, apologized and went and stood somewhere else, effectively taking a completely theoretical and imaginary person's place, which made me feel very uncomfortable and guilty for the rest of the ride.
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