kitties, birks, perogies, and ponies.
hi, y'all.
so today was quite the productive day. first of all, as the last day of classes, that's quite the achievement itself. i don't know how i achieved it, but i did, dammit. secondly, being as it was the last day of class, my archaeology prof brought his cat to class. super cute, all around. the first of the lecture, it hit shyly under the podium, but as the lecture progressed, she (i can't remember her name...its something that starts with a "P" and is vaguely foreign-sounding) drummed up the courage to make her way to the overhead projector (which was at that point projecting a graphic representing homonid brain-size increase patterns), which she decided was a good place to situate herself. i almost died of cute-ness overload.
the day then progressed with me trying to finish editing my shakespeare on film term paper. probably not the most successful venture, but whatever, i turned it in. the intriguing part came in my session at Birks reading room to finish the paper. some of you may be familiar with the librarian, familiarly known as "BirksMan". now, BirksMan, despite the fact that he publicly reprimanded me for whispering, is a pretty rad guy. imagine a bald septagenarian with a really impressive beard, who listens to angry loud punk music on his headphones whilst reshelving books. that's him. anyway, when i first got to the reading room and sat down, BirksMan was sporting black jeans and a black t-shirt, which I can only assume was from some sort of angry loud punk concert. Thinking nothing of it, i sat down at a table, plugged in my laptop, and continued to frantically edit my paper. when i next looked up, BirksMan was again shelving books, but this time attired in shorts and a McGill Information ("J'ai de la reponse!") t-shirt. curious, I thought, for a man to change his outfit entirely in the space of 45 minutes. A short while later, BirksMan again brushed past my seat. the outfit had magically changed back to the original. "this guy goes through more costume-changes than Cher" thought I. So, i'm curious as to why this might be. i have a few theories, and i think it might have something to do with a reptilian inability to deal well with climate changes.
after finishing the paper (i got to the point where the words ceased to make sense), i went to the Leacock Arts Underground computer lab to print it off, and en route encountered Susa, who was selling perogies for the polish students association. brilliant. after printing the paper and turning it in, i returned to the perogie stand and ate many many many of them.
then i went to claim my archaeology prize, a ginormous book about prehistoric art at the Chauvet cave. my professor inquired as to what my future plans were after university, and me being my astoundingly witty and articulate self said that honestly, i wasn't sure, but radio and public broadcasting looked appealing. He was surprised, to say the least. huh. i guess he wants a copy of my paper, so i'll go back next week and try to make a good impression. perhaps the fact that i was in my post-essay space-out mode had something to do with my unimpressive conversational skills. anyway, the book i won has a lot of beautiful pictures of cave-art horses. i had my choice of two books, and i specifically requested whichever one contained the most representations of paleolithic equines. because clearly, i am a 10-year-old at heart.
which brings me to right now. i am currently typing on my roommates computer, an iBook G4 that kicks my sorry little Dell's ass any day. Its ok, Looks Like A Carpet Sweeper (the name of my computer). you just keep right on truckin'.
cheers
lauren
so today was quite the productive day. first of all, as the last day of classes, that's quite the achievement itself. i don't know how i achieved it, but i did, dammit. secondly, being as it was the last day of class, my archaeology prof brought his cat to class. super cute, all around. the first of the lecture, it hit shyly under the podium, but as the lecture progressed, she (i can't remember her name...its something that starts with a "P" and is vaguely foreign-sounding) drummed up the courage to make her way to the overhead projector (which was at that point projecting a graphic representing homonid brain-size increase patterns), which she decided was a good place to situate herself. i almost died of cute-ness overload.
the day then progressed with me trying to finish editing my shakespeare on film term paper. probably not the most successful venture, but whatever, i turned it in. the intriguing part came in my session at Birks reading room to finish the paper. some of you may be familiar with the librarian, familiarly known as "BirksMan". now, BirksMan, despite the fact that he publicly reprimanded me for whispering, is a pretty rad guy. imagine a bald septagenarian with a really impressive beard, who listens to angry loud punk music on his headphones whilst reshelving books. that's him. anyway, when i first got to the reading room and sat down, BirksMan was sporting black jeans and a black t-shirt, which I can only assume was from some sort of angry loud punk concert. Thinking nothing of it, i sat down at a table, plugged in my laptop, and continued to frantically edit my paper. when i next looked up, BirksMan was again shelving books, but this time attired in shorts and a McGill Information ("J'ai de la reponse!") t-shirt. curious, I thought, for a man to change his outfit entirely in the space of 45 minutes. A short while later, BirksMan again brushed past my seat. the outfit had magically changed back to the original. "this guy goes through more costume-changes than Cher" thought I. So, i'm curious as to why this might be. i have a few theories, and i think it might have something to do with a reptilian inability to deal well with climate changes.
after finishing the paper (i got to the point where the words ceased to make sense), i went to the Leacock Arts Underground computer lab to print it off, and en route encountered Susa, who was selling perogies for the polish students association. brilliant. after printing the paper and turning it in, i returned to the perogie stand and ate many many many of them.
then i went to claim my archaeology prize, a ginormous book about prehistoric art at the Chauvet cave. my professor inquired as to what my future plans were after university, and me being my astoundingly witty and articulate self said that honestly, i wasn't sure, but radio and public broadcasting looked appealing. He was surprised, to say the least. huh. i guess he wants a copy of my paper, so i'll go back next week and try to make a good impression. perhaps the fact that i was in my post-essay space-out mode had something to do with my unimpressive conversational skills. anyway, the book i won has a lot of beautiful pictures of cave-art horses. i had my choice of two books, and i specifically requested whichever one contained the most representations of paleolithic equines. because clearly, i am a 10-year-old at heart.
which brings me to right now. i am currently typing on my roommates computer, an iBook G4 that kicks my sorry little Dell's ass any day. Its ok, Looks Like A Carpet Sweeper (the name of my computer). you just keep right on truckin'.
cheers
lauren