Another day, another 9 o'clock exam.
Not too much more to say than that. This morning was anatomy lab, the first in my Amazing Three Exams in Three Days Festival of Fury!
Yeah, I know, it's not like I have it too bad, there are plenty of people who write 3 exams in 2 days (although 3 in 1 is something you can formally request to have changed), but these exams are fuckin hard. It's my two hardest exams one day apart and then psych stuck onto the end.
Tomorrow (at 9) is my actual anatomy exam. I have a feeling that it's going to be harder than the lab was today, not in the least because the lab exam revolved entirely around pictures (as if we'd cut the cadavers into lots of little chunks, brought them to the exam room, stuck pins into 96 randomly selected structures, and branded 5 possible choices for each into the surrounding tissue), and the lecture exam will revolove much more around memorized tables of the same information. But without the visual context, it becomes somewhat harder to recall the information.
As stated above, psych rounds off the Festival of Fury. And it'll be a cointoss whether or not I go out with a bang. Its not that psych was a terribly hard course, but my anatomy studying has ended up stealing the pitiful ammount of time I'd put aside for it. So... I haven't studied. Yet. Luckily psych isn't until 7:30pm on Thursday.
But then, I come home for the weekend. The faj will be pulling in sometime after midnight on Friday morning on his way back from TO. So I'll be indulging in some hangout time with Ben for his birthday and some jam-out time with Julian in preparation for our upcoming performance. Which is at Shenanigans. It's the new Wild Rose/Cactus Jack's. And, in keeping with the traditions established by the Outsiderz, Red Desperado Approach will be playing for free because it's out first time there. Of course, this will be my third time playing in that building (with the understanding that the next time we played there a cut of the profits would be ours), but since the ownership has also changed three times that apparently doesn't count for too much. But I will be curious to see if it's just the same bar with a different name or if the Shenanigans people have actually done anything with it.
In any case, on Friday the 21st of April, Julian, Mack-Loud, and I are going to be the coolest guys in Shenanigans. And that's got to be worth something. Also, if all goes well, we're gonna be selling a recording of 4 of you RDA favourites that we laid down at Central over the winter. So bring money for something other than booze. But, you know, buy lots of booze too. With the proportion of my friends who are actually 19 now and the fact that Shenanigans is interested in becoming a regular gig-scene, the possibility of getting asked back for another show is actually a real one.
Anyway, the CNS isn't going to learn itself. Everyone be good, and come to my show. You fuckers all still owe me from Footloose.
But wait, I need to relate my funny story for the day:
Preamble: So, Sunday night, I'm sitting at my desk trying to get force myself to study anatomy, when I hear this rustle at my doorknob. I already know it's Danger. Often I'll hear a rustle from directly behind me and turn round to see him rasing his hands above my head with makeshift piano wire between them. So this time I think I've caught him early. No, he's taping my door shut. I manage to catch him before its done. 3 times. The last time was around 12:30. Apparently after that he went down to the second floor and tried it on a bunch of them, and they got him to go to the building next to us and do it over there a bunch of times. His only successful door-taping was done in the other building, and unfortunately the owner of the door was in the washroom at the time.
Main Story: So, last night, I've disrobed to my boxers, turned off my comupter, unplugged my mouse, and slumped into bed. I turn of the light.
One one-thousad, two one-thousand, three one-thousand
The phone rings. It's Blake. We have an enjoyable conversation, and he tells me he needs to piss, and to turn on my computer and get on GoogleTalk with him. I get out of bed, turn on a lamp, plug in the mouse, and get the PC booting.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand
There is a loud knock on my door. It's probably Danger. The only reason he would knock is if he thinks he can simply kill me when I open the door. So I need to be crafty. I decide that the best course of action is to sneak up to the door, open it as quickly as possible, and not put on any clothes (aside from the boxers I have on currently) as a way to gain the initiative. I leave my hair down and actualy give my beard a quick comb so that it looks like an afro on my face.
I creep over and grab the handle. Whoosh! In less than an instant I am in a fighting stance, hair askew, standing directly in front of... an attrctive girl from the first floor!
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She's got a piece of canvas in her hands, on which she's painted a big goodbye card for our Don. She wants me to sign it. Well, it was embarassing enough, but then I couldn't think of anything to write (except "Beth, you're a huge fox"), and everyone else had written something, so I had to stand there for a while thnking, in my underwear, with this canvas and a silver Sharpie in my hands. It was rough.
Epilogue: Over dinner today (with a number of the guys I'm living with next year, Danger, and this girl) I was lambasted for my choice of food, which was a Philly Steak sandwich, a bottle of Nestea's finest, and a Wonderbar. It was remarked that I always eat chocolate bars with my meals. I calmly explain that they're an important part of a healthy diet. And the girl is like, "But you still work out anyway, right?" The whole table just kind of looks at her. "Um... No. I've never worked out a day in my life". Apparently, after my little gunshow last night she came off with a good impression. Needless to say this shocked the hell out of me (given that I've only gotten worse now that I've been eating choclate bars with every meal for 8 months). Of course, this is the girl who said I was one of the few people she knew who could pull off the beard. Also, she's Melissa Cossey. I mean, not literally, but I'm pretty sure that if they turned out to be twins seperated at birth, it would close the books on the whole nature/nurture thing. The only difference is that this girl is a natural blonde. However, she is attractive, and she does like a) my beard and b) my gunshow. She's got a boyfriend somewhere though. The good ones always do.
So. Come to my show!
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Well, she goes to see him at York almost every weekend. So... unless she has some disgusting habit or job that she can only perform in Toronto and needs to do on a weekly basis, I'm pretty sure you're wrong. Sorry.
1) Yes, but the other wasn't one I'd consider tapping even at this level of desperation.
2)I unplug my mouse because the "wheel" button thing is clear with a huge blue light inside of it on mine. I'm sensetive to light when I sleep so I try and get my room as dark as possible by turning off everything I can.
3) That's a good line. I'm gonna need to remember it when next I'm jockin and slappin.
Oh yeah, about the mouse, I neglected to mention that even when I turn the computer off, the mouse stays on, so unpluggin the mouse or unplugging the computer are really my only options.
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