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.