Speaking of which: I am once again among the properly-transit-pass...ed. Um. That sentence sort of fell apart in the middle, didn't it?
But yes. I have my Upass again. Maybe I've been spoiled, but something about five semesters of always having a pass on me has made me feel somewhat uneasy and at ends, transit-wise, when I have to rely on individual fares and farecards. Like last night when I got to 22nd Street at 11:57, two minutes after the 154 had left, and had to wait half an hour for the 12:25, my pass expiring at 12:08. Stupid farecard. Fortunately the driver took pity on me, what with the difference being about eleven minutes. I guess looking twelve, cold, and tired has its benefits. ;)
I'm thinking my tutorial in half an hour will not run its full length, since we haven't done anything, read anything, or talked about anything outside of a general introduction, so we won't have anything to talk about. I know I'm wussing out early, but I'm still not used to the whole getting-up-in-the-morning thing and I'm this close to crashing. (And apparently there's somewhere on campus where I could do that, if I wanted! The Women's Centre has cots, or something like, I'm told. Marginally unfair, as no such facility exists for the menfolk, although one could argue that guys are more comfortable sleeping in public, or so I gather from the ratio of sleeping people scattered about the campus at all hours. Not that I'm above curling up on a bench in the AQ or the Rotunda (my mother has repeatedly told me about the dozens of times she spent a night tucked away in a corner of the library, asleep on her books ;)); but hell, if there's a proper, cushioned vertical surface available...
They're setting up a pancake lunch in the concourse.
I'm sorry. Let me repeat that: they're setting up a pancake lunch, outside. Where it is currently four below, with wind chill. It is too cold, outside, to sit still and eat.
(None of this makes me want the pancakes less - not that I could, anyway, as I have class in twenty minutes - I'm just sayin'.)
It is not, however, snowing. On the subject of which: you are rotten liars, weathernetwork.com. Get me all worked up about a day without classes, curled up in my apartment reading and watching the snow fall and consuming my blood volume in hot chocolate. Then drop *just* enough snow to bugger up the bus schedules, make my parents refuse to drive anywhere, and double the travel time on foot between the bus stop and my parents house, *and* get me all soggy and cold in the process! Bastards. >.<
(Yes, I know it's not the weather people's fault. I need to blame *someone*... :P)
Okay... class, theoretically. Then post office, home, and lots of food. :D