September 9th, 2004

itisgood

I'll let you know how this week has gone once it's over, I swear.

Getting off the Skytrain at Production Way this morning, there were half a dozen Student Union members handing things out, yelling at the top of their lungs: "Take one! You'll want one! Really!" I took one of the packagey things, and found

1. A fruit leather (breakfast!), 2. a flyer advertising VanCity credit cards, and 3. a magic foldey pocket transit map!

Nadja, were they handing them out at UBC today? They may have only been doing it at Commercial Drive/Broadway, now that I think about it, at the bottom of the stairs, as they were at Production. I tried to get another one on the way back, y'know, in case you couldn't find one, or in case Kim or Rissa wanted one (because I don't think they're getting UPass 'til next semester), or hell, even for the purposes of properly indoctrinating Ki into the transit system, but I couldn't get to them. Crowd. *shrug* I will try again on the way out there this afternoon.

In other news, one of my headphones has suddenly ceased to function. This irritates the crap out of me, as they are less than a year old, damnit. I wonder if I still have the warantee around here somewhere... because I have no qualms about bitching out Future Shop, of all places. >.<

Mum's going to meet me on campus tomorrow and we're going to have lunch, and then she's going to buy my books, because some of them I have to start reading for Monday, and my money doesn't come 'til Tuesday, and I'm trying very, very hard not to get behind, this semester, and because my Mummy loves me and I have no problem taking their money. The more so because I have to pay them back when I *get* my money, and at least this way there are airmiles being won. I'm putting my tuition on their credit card too (and I'll *have* money by then), for the same reason. At this rate, I'll have accumulated enough for Britain by next summer. *conspiratorial cackle*

Huh. I've watched nothing but CSI since Monday. o.O

My head hurts. Ow. Tea.

EDIT: In my Prehistory of Canada class, the final paper is interchangable with a research project, aka: Building a Replica of Something Old and Cool. Like a model of a salmon weir. Or building a stone axe and seeing how efficient it is, ie: time required for fabrication vs. duration of resultant tool. Guess which one I'm doing? ^.^

I had something else to say, but bugger, I can't remember. >.
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Modern-day treasure hunt, and I am *so* using this in the Human Revolutions books...

A history lesson. Further proof (as if any were needed) of which is the hippie school, and which the eeeville capitalist school. *snicker*
(I knew it was a sit-down protest, I did not know why. Huh. ;)

The ride home today took about half an hour longer than it should have. Why, you ask? Well, about halfway down the mountain, the bus broke down. The bus was already crowded *way* past capacity, as it's the week after labour day, and it always is.

The driver pulled over and we all looked at each other in confusion for a moment before he came on the loudspeaker and told us the engine was running too hot and so the computer had shut it off. Oh, hurrah. The wonders of modern technology. He told us we had to sit there a moment and see if it would cool down.

We sat there a little under fifteen minutes, ventilation dead like the engine. windows closed because up on the mountain it had been cloudy and breezy, the interior temperature of the bus rapidly approaching levels that probably seemed much higher than they actually were, but hey, two hundred people... but no space in which to remove jackets. It did not cool down.

Then we sat there another five or six minutes until another 145 came along, and pulled over. Our entire bus proceeded to disembark, dash down the hill, and cram ourselves into the other bus, which had been as crowded as ours had been. As a result, we spent the rest of the trip down the mountain running at something like two hundred eighty percent capacity. Uck.

The only way to remain upright on a crowded bus (read: standing room only) is to learn to keep your balance. This is a skill sort of like surfing. You plant your feet and ride out the centrifugal shifts. If you get to be really good at it, say, ride transit your whole life, you don't even need to hold on.

On a bus carrying almost three hundred percent its recommended capacity of humans, where you have approximately one foot square of floor space, there is nowhere to put your feet. Saying something, as my normal stance probably doesn't cover more than a foot and a half most of the time. You never know how much that half-foot means until you don't have it.

So there I was, clinging onto the pole for dear life with my left hand while I held my backpack in front of me by one strap with my right. And let me tell you, it fills me with a great sense of security and safety to look up and see that the pole currently supporting approximately eighty-five percent of my total weight is apparently secured to the ceiling of the bus by nothing more complicated than the cunning application of duct tape. I kid you not, duct tape. Yes, Translink is on the way up.

Okay. I am tired and my head hurts and I want tea. And to watch Gilmore Girls and eat chocolate. And tomorrow I will buy textbooks, and hunt down cheapass software for Dad, and then this weekend I will read the textbooks, beta Mum's paper, and trawl the work-study postings. And Monday I will go in early to apply for things. Yes.

Ooh! I may have been approved for an Envirofund Visa. More on that later.
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