back @ mac.
My first day back at school was... interesting.
At 7 am I promptly stumbled my ass out of bed, and into the kitchen where I made some sloppy instant coffee. It was good. After gulping a few cups down, I noticed the weather wasn't looking good. So for some reason I decide to wear my favourite shoes and a white t-shirt??
The second I step off the bus and onto McMAster soil, GUESS who the first face I see is?
KEN THE MEXICAN STALKER!!!!!!!!!!
DAVE! REMEMBER HIM?!?!?!
Well, I panicked. Completely. I know he saw me, and I RAN. I bolted all the way to MDCL.
My running like a maniac caused me to get mud all over the back of my shirt.
So it was now time for class number one.
Seems okay. History something or other. Some pre-confederation junk. Doesn't seem too bad, except for when I discover that the ENTIRE class grade is based on TWO things. 40% for one essay, 60% for one exam. *gulp*, that doesn't give you much leeway. I HAVE to write one hell of an essay, and I HAVE to study for this exam, when the time comes.
Ridiculous.
So my wet, cold, creeped out and middy ass decided to go home for my 2 hour break betwee classes. I still hadn't seen any of my friends at all. So I go home, thinking maybe Owen will call. No dice. So I just change and go to Tim Hortons for a bagel and go on back to school. (I still have no food here. I can't afford it. I spent all my money on bullshit, and now I can't afford to eat. Not until like.. Octoberish. I have GOT to be frugal.
Anyway, back at school I go to Oullette's English: Modern Countercultures class. The guy's introductory lecture gave me GOOSEBUMPS. I can tell I'm going to have a VERY good time in this class. AND AND AND... NO TUTORIALS!!! ISN'T THAT AMAZING?!?!
Howcome I never heard of Oullette before??
He's great. I think he's my new favourite prof.
But I will always have love in my heart for Pangioutou (or however you spell his crazy last name!)
I had to wait in a 20 minute lineup at the bookstore so I could buy the rest of my books. It was glorious.
Then I went to my last class. Twentieth Century British Literature. And the prof had Laryngitis so everyone went home. Including me.
well, the psychic said that school was going to go better than I thought this year. Let's hope she's right.
A List Of People Lindsay Ran Into On Her First Day That She Wishes Were Dead:
-Religious Player: This guy's name is Brian, and he got me hooked on this book by Lewis Carrol called.. the something Letters... Anyway, he bummed cigarettes off me every Wednesday, and he ALWAYS said to me "If you were Baptist, I might consider dating you", just assuming that I would ever date him, which I wouldn't. He's BAPTIST!
-Greaseball: This dumb frat boy loser with one of those "I bought this hat yesterday but it looks like I've had it since birth" hats. And he runs around being a pompous arrogant jerk, and in every class he has with me, he always gave all these guys at the back high fives. They were the biggest losers ever. And his hair is big and curly and Greasy.
Does Greaseball have a twin? Because there was another one (in a different outfit) in British Lit. hmmmmm.
-Metrosexual: This guy had Sociology with me, and we shared a tutorial. On the first day, he talked about his Grandma A LOT. Like it creeped a lot of people out, I saw their faces! And I was CONVINCED he was gay (a la Jeff Corrin) but he got a girlfriend! And I saw them getting pretty hot and heavy on the bus one time. So I guess he's a Metro. BUT... his relationship with his grandmother is still creepy, no matter what his sexual preference.
AND THE PEOPLE I ENJOYED SEEING!!!:::
-Calan Gold: The only person I saw all day that I actually enjoy running into. Where was everyone else? :( Well, Calan and I had a chat outside of BSB, it was good.
-HOTTIE FROM PHILOSOPHICAL TEXTS: ohmygodohmygodohmygod this guy was soooo dreamy last year. He has that Sam Roberts hair going on, and he never talks, but you can tell he's really deep. His eyes are SO gorgeous. LAst year every time I was in my philosophy tutorial (and in lectures, when I could see him) I just gazed at his beauty. Well, his beauty and my TA's beauty. BUT BUT BUT, the philosophy hottie got about 4x hotter! NOT KIDDING! *drools*
And that was my first day back!!!
At 7 am I promptly stumbled my ass out of bed, and into the kitchen where I made some sloppy instant coffee. It was good. After gulping a few cups down, I noticed the weather wasn't looking good. So for some reason I decide to wear my favourite shoes and a white t-shirt??
The second I step off the bus and onto McMAster soil, GUESS who the first face I see is?
KEN THE MEXICAN STALKER!!!!!!!!!!
DAVE! REMEMBER HIM?!?!?!
Well, I panicked. Completely. I know he saw me, and I RAN. I bolted all the way to MDCL.
My running like a maniac caused me to get mud all over the back of my shirt.
So it was now time for class number one.
Seems okay. History something or other. Some pre-confederation junk. Doesn't seem too bad, except for when I discover that the ENTIRE class grade is based on TWO things. 40% for one essay, 60% for one exam. *gulp*, that doesn't give you much leeway. I HAVE to write one hell of an essay, and I HAVE to study for this exam, when the time comes.
Ridiculous.
So my wet, cold, creeped out and middy ass decided to go home for my 2 hour break betwee classes. I still hadn't seen any of my friends at all. So I go home, thinking maybe Owen will call. No dice. So I just change and go to Tim Hortons for a bagel and go on back to school. (I still have no food here. I can't afford it. I spent all my money on bullshit, and now I can't afford to eat. Not until like.. Octoberish. I have GOT to be frugal.
Anyway, back at school I go to Oullette's English: Modern Countercultures class. The guy's introductory lecture gave me GOOSEBUMPS. I can tell I'm going to have a VERY good time in this class. AND AND AND... NO TUTORIALS!!! ISN'T THAT AMAZING?!?!
Howcome I never heard of Oullette before??
He's great. I think he's my new favourite prof.
But I will always have love in my heart for Pangioutou (or however you spell his crazy last name!)
I had to wait in a 20 minute lineup at the bookstore so I could buy the rest of my books. It was glorious.
Then I went to my last class. Twentieth Century British Literature. And the prof had Laryngitis so everyone went home. Including me.
well, the psychic said that school was going to go better than I thought this year. Let's hope she's right.
A List Of People Lindsay Ran Into On Her First Day That She Wishes Were Dead:
-Religious Player: This guy's name is Brian, and he got me hooked on this book by Lewis Carrol called.. the something Letters... Anyway, he bummed cigarettes off me every Wednesday, and he ALWAYS said to me "If you were Baptist, I might consider dating you", just assuming that I would ever date him, which I wouldn't. He's BAPTIST!
-Greaseball: This dumb frat boy loser with one of those "I bought this hat yesterday but it looks like I've had it since birth" hats. And he runs around being a pompous arrogant jerk, and in every class he has with me, he always gave all these guys at the back high fives. They were the biggest losers ever. And his hair is big and curly and Greasy.
Does Greaseball have a twin? Because there was another one (in a different outfit) in British Lit. hmmmmm.
-Metrosexual: This guy had Sociology with me, and we shared a tutorial. On the first day, he talked about his Grandma A LOT. Like it creeped a lot of people out, I saw their faces! And I was CONVINCED he was gay (a la Jeff Corrin) but he got a girlfriend! And I saw them getting pretty hot and heavy on the bus one time. So I guess he's a Metro. BUT... his relationship with his grandmother is still creepy, no matter what his sexual preference.
AND THE PEOPLE I ENJOYED SEEING!!!:::
-Calan Gold: The only person I saw all day that I actually enjoy running into. Where was everyone else? :( Well, Calan and I had a chat outside of BSB, it was good.
-HOTTIE FROM PHILOSOPHICAL TEXTS: ohmygodohmygodohmygod this guy was soooo dreamy last year. He has that Sam Roberts hair going on, and he never talks, but you can tell he's really deep. His eyes are SO gorgeous. LAst year every time I was in my philosophy tutorial (and in lectures, when I could see him) I just gazed at his beauty. Well, his beauty and my TA's beauty. BUT BUT BUT, the philosophy hottie got about 4x hotter! NOT KIDDING! *drools*
And that was my first day back!!!