Midterm Madness

So, the mania that is called midterm has fallen, and I'm up to my eyeballs in things to do. Luckily, things are going fairly well, and the only thing that I really have to worry about is my linguistics midterm on Wednesday.
Found out when I'll be coming home for Christmas...December 1st! But then, I have to go back for a week in the middle of December, and will be back AGAIN on the 21st. Things work out strangely, but it will be good to be home.
Missing everyone...can't wait to see you all!

Unshakable Shakes

Unfortunately, I can't think of a funny story to tell. Nothing funny has happened to me, which is quite odd. There's this thing called seasonal something disorder, that makes you really depressed during the fall and winter months. Well, I must have it. I'm not depressed, per se, just very slow and draggy. Maybe it's because I hate the winter, and I can just tell that it's on it way. I mean, it snowed this morning for goodness sake. I think that it should be sunny all year round. Maybe I'll move somewhere warm. Or at least somewhere decent...where the snow forecast isn't a million metres a year.
Am presently very very busy. And I don't want to be. Wouldn't it be nice to just curl up in bed with a good movie and a bowl of popcorn.
Maybe not popcorn. I'm not too keen on kernels in the bed.

Dismal Autumn

I've decided that, as much as I love the fall, I HATE the fall. I am currently freezing cold, and achy, and shivery, and feeling not very nice, all because of cold and rainy fall weather. This isn't very fair. Plus, it's not cold enough to wear a winter jacket, but TOO cold to wear just a spring jacket, so I'm in a constant state of disarray.
Plus, a very bizarre mood settled over the house this afternoon. Nobody is smiling, and I think they're all in bed or something. It's 6:30, for the record.
I think lethargic is an appropriate sentiment.

Express-ions

So, I got home from an awesome weekend ready to tackle a new week. However, when I woke up on Tuesday morning, I had a cold, courtesy of my little sister. Thanks Emmy, hope YOU'RE feeling better :). Anyhow, classes are still wonderful, I have a 100% in one class and an 82% in another (yes, I know we've only done one assignment, but still!) Campus for Christ is going all right....haven't been in two weeks, but it's really hard living off campus and staying all day long for an hour long meeting. Midterms coming up soon....luckily I only have two.
Funny story of the day here...and of course, it involves a bus:
I was feeling pretty lousy this afternoon, so right after my psych lecture I bolted for the OTrain station. Decided that the best thing for me was to get home to bed. The OTrain was fine, and as I was standing at the Bayview stop, I saw a bus that said "Fallowfield Express". Well, knowing that Express buses have magical powers that will get me home super fast, I jumped on, and paid the extra dollar. I know...that dollar could have been a coffee. That's how bad I wanted to get home. So, I get on this bus, get a seat, and sit back with my MP3 player.
An hour later, I'm still on the bus. I look out the window, and we're on Merivale. How does that take an hour? I don't know. And then, I look again, and realize that there was an accident, so we've been stopped. Had I taken my normal bus, I would have completely bypassed Merivale...hmmm.
I figure I'll wait, because hey, if this bus will take me right to my doorstep, who am I to complain if it takes awhile.
Half hour later, and I'm still on the stupid bus. Now I'm staring out the window, desperate for any sign of Barrhaven that says I can get out and walk home. Ah! There's Strandherd! A five minute walk from my house (okay, maybe fifteen...or twenty...). I grab the little string that dings the bell and...it falls off the window. That's right. Comes off right in my hand. No ding, either.
By now, we're so far past Strandherd that there's no point.
I stay on the bus. Another half hour later, and I get to Fallowfield Station.
Then I catch another bus.
At 7:00 I get home.
Funny how an express bus can take the most roundabout way home, and deliver me on my doorstep an HOUR LATER than the regular bus?
Which is, by the way, not an extra dollar.
So I get no coffee tomorrow.
Stupid.

My Ears Deceive Me

I heard the greatest thing in the world today. Actually, make that two things.
1. I was checking out e-cards to send to friends, and one Hallowe'en card began to play The Shaggs' "It's Hallowe'en". Now, if you haven't heard that song, you are missing out. I don't want to tell you what it sounds like, but picture three drunk girls with speech impediments singing with a Japanese accent while haphazardly strumming/beating their instruments. I love it.
2. As I was walking through the mall, I heard a cashier say to a customer, "You be careful now. Some new scientific study says that turkey makes you sleepy. At least, that's what Montel said."
I am not lying. I promise you I heard it.
I love people.

I Don't Want to Argue...

So, Monday morning, I have to catch the bus at 10:00. Not a big deal...it's not early, I don't have to rush. Unfortunately, I slept through my alarm, and woke up at 9:30. That gave me fifteen minutes until I had to LEAVE the house to catch the bus. Not good. So I rushed. Surprisingly, I was out the door, bus pass in hand, by 9:43. Man, I'm good.
The bus driver stops, and I flash my pass in true FBI-Agent style. The bus driver smiles and says "I'm sorry, but that's a September pass." Yep, I know. I bought it. Then I realize. It's October 2nd. So I politely tell the driver that I haven't had a chance to buy a new one. "Tough luck," he says, and indicates that I should pay. Now, having paid 60$ for this one-month pass, I wasn't willing to pay another $3 just to get to school. So I argued. "Yesterday was Sunday, the first of October. Nothing was open. When was I supposed to get a new bus pass?"
"Any day before Sunday," he said.
"I'm a student, sir. I procrastinate. It's in my nature."
Having sufficiently held up the bus, the driver finally waved me in, scowling.
I made it to school right on time.