Chandri MacLeod (chandri) wrote,
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Doot, doot (part deux)

Back to killing time for fifteen minutes, while Bob (the instructor, whose name is *actually* Bob) tries to get the DVD player working. He's been trying since nine o'clock, but it just doesn't want to work. He's switched players twice. We're now on player no. three, or at least we will be in a minute.

Hungry... don't have a break 'til eleven-thirty. My stomach is grumbling.

Note to self: Maple Meadows-->Coquitlam Stn.-->Braid-->Brentwood-->School. This is now the route. La.

I love the skytrain.

And there's a girl who gets on my bus at Brentwood who's in all my classes, and though I've heard her name, I cannot remember it, because I cannot pronounce it. Hmm.

There's a teddy-lion reciting Shakespeare. I am amused. He has a pink flower.

Yes, in fact, I am rambling. It's the hunger. It does things to the brain.

And I'm hot. The class is hot. Probably as overcompensation for disallowing coats/bags in classrooms. But now I'm too hot. I shall have to change at break. And now I will check my email.

*rumble, rumble*
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