acertainbean

Characters, not words.
I should learn to read hm?
Not a good day, let me tell you.

I'm listening to a song called Teachers on an album called Homework, writing a (very) short essay. Ho hum.
It's not a very good song. The good thing about my sad little 4GB iPod is that it forces you to weed out the songs that you don't really like (but keep just because they're part of an album).

Wind ensemble was essentially 2 hours of HEADDESK (well, HEADTUBA to be more accurate).
It's not just the little people... some kids in my grade are embarrassing. I don't want to be in a band with them. I want to smack them upside the head and tell them to shut the fuck up.

:)

I'm not angry.
 

Eff.

I am picky about what kind of street slang I incorporate into my vocabulary, and I really don't like this one, but I have to say it just this once --

I am the biggest LOAFT in the universe.

Gosh, bean........

It would have been a little more hygienic to have my oral last week instead of tomorrow. R, tu es un drole de numero!

 

Downtown Buffalo on a Friday night was.... well, it was nothing like Toronto.
Kind of a run-down, scanty atmosphere, rampant with jolly drunken locals and maybe a few homeless people, with a bar on every corner, and lots of dark shop windows. Lots of police activity, which I noticed in general during my trip.
Anyways, I guess we didn't really get to the core, travelling by foot from the hotel.
We had dinner at the only legitimate restaurant on the street. Afterwards, I waited outside for the hotel shuttle, just coz I like breathing in cool night air, especially after a big meal, but my parents opted to stay inside. I must have looked rather odd bundled up in my hoodie and ski jacket (classy eh) and clutching my "bahx (they say 'bahx' instead of 'box', which kind of irks me)" of pasta in front of me.
I subconsciously was watching a young man with long hair, wearing a black pea coat, cross the street diagonally.
Imagine my surprise when he walked towards me, stopped, smiled coyly (in hindsight, creepily may be more appropriate), and asked me, "Are you Pamela?"
I shook my head.
"Oh.. sorry," and he goes and stands on the other side of the front of the restaurant, taking drags from his cigarette from time to time.
Man waiting for Pamela, girl waiting for the hotel shuttle.
I thought he was meeting someone for a blind date, but the rents said he was trying to pick me up and just invented the name. They were watching clandestinely from behind the front door, waiting to see how I would react to such a situation, lulz. I dunno, I mean I doubt you could tell my age or gender, seeing as my getup was Kenny-inspired, and if I was holding a takeout box then wouldn't it be logical to assume that I was waiting for a ride. So both options seem implausible. Life is weird like that sometimes.... one time at the local supermarket, the cashier was vehement about me being some famous ping pong player who she'd seen on tv.

Later that night, I went down to the fitness room to run on the treadmill. Before that, I explored the conference room/library. It was such a homely, comforting place. And with no one else around, I felt really.... calm and happy. Anyways, treadmill, 6.5 mph, 20 minutes, 200-some calories, a bit more than 2 miles. Yes. After that, I tried out the full-body-workout machine with the movable foot parts, and lifted some dumbbells. Nothing like a late-night workout/walk through an empty hotel to put you in a state of mind to study bio.

The bed was way too soft; I couldn't sleep. Ugh. Floor would have been better, why didn't I do that.

My test was fine.

Shopping was great.

America, I hope to see you again soon.