Assorted Thoughts

Sabi and I had another round of badmintonation today, and once again she beat me soundly. But not as soundly as she did last time. I managed to get in a good 15-12 game. Huzzah for improvement(ish)! The butterdome really is an insane distance from humanities.
Today in anthro we listened to a radio recording that included a clip of that classic hit, The Bad Touch. My anthro prof may be spectacularly awkward, but at least she knows how to make freshman laugh. Which is more than I can say for Kotovych.
Does anyone know why there was no Gateway on Tuesday? My life revolves around that thing. Seriously.
Aaaaaannnnnddddd....Bev needs to post. She is incuring my wrath, and that's not good for PR. Just because you actually have better things to do that post (ie watch Pirates AGAIN) doesn't mean you can deprive the rest of us. And...yeah, that's all I've got.

Hahahahahaha. Today started out by being less than cool due to English and then studying, but then I went to ETLC to meet up with Sabi and Poorna and the rest when who should I meet but Ian, formerly known as the Q. He informed me that since it's eng week and engineers are maniacs, they were gonna have some sort of competition involving duct taping someone to a toboggan and race them around quad. And I was the lucky girl. Actually, he only asked me because if I didn't he'd have to and he didn't want to. But anyway, I was facing more studying so I decided I'd do it. They made me sign a waiver and wear a hockey helmet, and once I was strapped in I could hear the screams of other toboggan riders as they were carried around the course, butI couldn't move my head so I couldn't really see what was going on.
It was great fun tho, in the end, even if the ropes kind of cut into my flesh. And at one point they were pretty much dragging me in the snow instead of actually carrying me. And this one guys kept saying stuff like, "It's ok, only one person has ever died doing this." And someone had a camera with them, taking pictures of me strapped to a 'boggan. And inexplicably they decided they had to take me into CAB aferwards to cut me loose, so I imagine there was much staring. But you know what? It was totally worth it, because now they are going to buy me lunch, and I have technically been picked up by 6 guys. Ha!

Soc has officially been dropped and replaced by Earth and Atmospheric Sciences! Ok, so now I seem like the world's biggest nerd, but it's not actually as bad as it sounds. And I probably have a much better chance of succeding here than in "let's put you at the front of the class of 150 and have you talk intelligently and coherently!" 100. That clearly wasn't gonna happen from day 1. This is just another Good Thing to add to my List of Good Things About Arts list. It is too long and all-encompassing to post here, but if you send three easy payments of $29.99 to my address, I'll gladly supply you with the List in it's entirety.
Also, Vanessa, friend of Colleen, friend of Me might be in my EAS class. Although I don't actually know her very well.
And, this is completely unrealated, but Deanna, from my Anthro class, works at Sobey's in the deli department. How weird is that?

So distraught was I after my first soc class yesterday that I was unable to post. My prof is a complete and utter madman. He came into class wearing a t-shirt that read "Yoda is my bitch." Frightening. Then on the syllabus he wrote a note saying if you don't like public speaking and class discussions you should get out of his class as soon as possible. Oh dear. He has all theses crazy notions about how to teach. For example, he believes in "critical thinking" instead of knowledge, which translates into "we aren't going to be learning anything, just arguing in class." Oh, and he's not technically going to be teaching. He's going to let us do that.
Not only that, but our final is a take-home exam. I suppose this is a good thing, but it's also all written and going to be on current events, which are, needless to say, not my forte. He also expects us to post regularly on some sort of web discussion, have one-on-one meetings with him to introduce ourselves, and send him copies of our photo ID. He wants to "get to know us." I want to "get away from his class as soon as possible." So I tried to get into another course that will fulfil the same requirements, but all I can get into is Earth and Atmospheric sciences. I think I may die of excitement.

Official Adventures-in-Arts: Day One Tally
Mind-numbingly slow-talking profs: 1
Vastly odd but highly amusing profs: 1
Female Kotoviches (but with more humorosity): 1
Hot profs: 0
Total courses: 3
Courses that are better than science: 3

We started off today by being late for history. Needless to say, plan to get up early failed. Prof Srdja (I'm not joking; he shall heretofore be called Prof Foreign Name) has got to be one of the most boring speakers ever to teach history. And that's saying something. The course itself still sounds pretty cool tho. And it beats chem any day.
Classics looks like it will probably be my most interesting course. Oh, sorry, I have to refer to is as 'classical mythology' in a calming voice, or else the prof will eat me. Prof Lynn-George is absolutely insane. He asked us all what we got for Christmas, and he seems determined to know ever one of us by the end of the semester. Frightening. He's still ultra-cool, tho. Oh, and this class is in the room I accidentally spent forty minutes in at the beginning of last semester. At least this helped me find it.
Prof Boag of the Realm of Anthro is mighty eccentric. Her favourite word, apparently, is 'um.' She tends to get off track quite nicely on her own. Somehow she got round to the topic of nude mounties. I do hope this is not an indication of what the rest of the course will be like. As the class was coming in, 'The Jetsons' was playing. That is still a mystery to me.
I met a girl in anthro who lives in Sherwood Park, went to Sal, and is also in my 'classical mythology' class. She was going to buy The Killer's CD after class, which is currently what's playing in my discman. Coincidence? Possibly. At least I made contact with a new person. Hurrah!

Why does everyone my mom knows think I'm her on the phone? Can they not sense my teen-like angst and lack of Mom-ish strangeness? Apparently not.
In other parts of my life the Essay of All Things Relevent to this Universe is nearing completion. Soon I will be able to achieve global domination. I mean editing. Of my essay...not the world. I don't know anything about that.
Bev is getting suspicious of my underworld activities. It's true, though. They did teach us about crack cocain in Bio. I'm not making it up. That is what IB will do to your brain.

Bev, our English prof is a complete saddist. And nymphomaniac. But right now mostly just a saddist. Needless to say, the essay is going in a less than desireable direction. Read: I can't remember my topic. Or understand the short story I'm supposed to be analysing. Or am I even supposed to be analysing it? Was that what The Saddist wanted? I know not.
Anyway, this essay just won't seem to write itself, no matter how much prompting I give it. Mostly I am just making myself more confused. And I am wasting time. Which is what my essay is about in the first place. Time, I mean. I think. And how everything happens infinitely at the same time, or some other such rubbish. Crappity crap crap. Must get back to work.

Ok, I shall quickly recap the week before I delve into what little details I can remember from last night. The Colleener and her folk came on Monday and that night we saw my Mam's play (awesome). The Crowe folk left the next day, and Colleen stayed for the rest of the week to chillax in the coolness that is Sherwood Park. So we saw some movies "Bridget Jones Numero 2, Harry Potter the Third, half of Anchorman and half of Napoleon Dynamite (hooray! good movies all)), gave each other pedicures, created some smooties out of my new cookbook, went shopping at WEM with Jessica (do not mention HMV to Colleen - she may spontaneously combust from rage issues), played Sims 2 and creamed my father on the Gamecube.
Now for last night. We went to Colleen's friend Vanessa's house for a partay and shall we say I had some to drink. After 2 coolers, champagne doesn't taste as bad. And everything is suddenly hilarious. I don't remember large portions of the events of that evening, but I do know there was much laughing, hat wearing, and moist cracker eating. I kept some dignity though, as I had the common sense to not reveal how horrible I am at pool at the best of times, and how unable to coordinate my movements I would have been for Dance Dance revolution. Yes.
So no hangover this morning, really. Probably due mainly to the fact that Colleen kept feeding me water, and took away that Schnapps thing. What a good little girl she is. Now I am off to sleep or lay around or something until tonight, when I will be expected to act like a normal human being again. Adieu.