Today was really good. I was tired when I got up, but it was also before five in the PM, so that's understandable. I took care of the stuff that needed to be taken care of and hopped on the bus to get myself to school. I got there half an hour early, as planned, and did my German homework. Then, we pretty much just sat in German class the whole time being confused and chatting in English while the teacher just kind of wandered around and occasionally said something. It was such a tremendous waste of time that Katherine and I actually went down to visit our last semester's German professor to see if she could please help us somehow. She's so sweet, and she says that if things can't get turned around in that class really soon, she'll take it over and teach it herself. I don't think any of the students in the class would be opposed to that - the last time she dropped by to get people to sign up for her study, half the class wanted to run up and hug her.
At any rate, after our meeting, I had to run to my syntax class, for which I was seven minutes late. It's a matter of prioritizing, though, and that meeting was quite a bit more important than looking at the trees we drew last class, I think. The rest of syntax class went pretty well and, afterwards, Tasnuva and I disembarked on the quest that we had planned the previous night. It was an absolutely fantastic quest, and it worked out so well.
You see, we were questing for really nice cigarettes. Specifically, we were questing for Gauloises, the French cigarettes that make you feel like a dirty Frenchman when you smoke them. They're seriously wonderful, so we hopped on the C-Train after class. Navigating through the maze that is downtown, using a map, we managed to find our way to the Watermark Tower. It was there that I introduced Tasnuva to all the wonders that can be the tobacco leaf. It smells just so wonderful in that store, and the owner has the best job of anybody else. He just sits in the fantastically beautiful den the whole day smoking cigars and watching movies or golf or whatever, occasionally getting up to sell someone some variety of tobacco. Every now and again he just takes off and locks up the store so he can go to Penny Lane and get some lunch or something for forty five minutes. I'd really love his job.
So, I bought myself a pack of Gauloises and Tasnuva bought herself a pack of menthol cigarettes, and then we each bought a small cigar to enjoy in the comfort of the aforementioned den. Afterwards, we walked down the road and I introduced Tas to the wonderful Falafel King. They have wonderful falafel, indeed. Even more wonderful than their falafel, however is their baklava. Tasnuva is apparently generally suspicious of baklava, but she was amazed at how great theirs was.
Finally, we went to A&B Sound. Tasnuva said she liked the Smashing Pumpkins, but didn't have any of their CDs. She asked me to recommend one to her, and my hand shot out and grabbed Mellon Collie and I told her, "This is fantastic, seriously, this is fantastic." I discovered that they were selling Earphoria for nearly ten dollars less than HMV was, so I decided I may as well just grab it. It's sure wonderful, though, and I'm planning on letting Cate borrow it tomorrow (seeing as it's ripped to iTunes now) if she ever decides to show up. It's supposed to be a surprise, but now that I've told the entire internet about it, we'll have to see just how much of a surprise it ends up being!
So, our quest was a brilliant success, and then, fagged and fed and with new CDs in hand, we disbanded the party and went our separate ways home. I got a seat near the back of the bus and then it packed right up. I was quite glad that I had a seat.
Eventually, about forty minutes later, I was home and there was more good news waiting for me. My latest Staples rebate (for an amazing ten dollars) had finally come, so I'll need to go cash that cheque at some point in time, I suppose. That helped to justify at least one of my purchases this afternoon. Following a brief appearance on MSN, I took out my contact lenses and went to have a nap, from which, at half past nine, I just awoke. Mother made me a fried egg sandwich because her and father finished all the lasagna without me. That brings us to now, and I'm planning on playing some Earth & Beyond for a couple hours while waiting for MSN to get its act together and let me sign back on.
Okay, so I didn't get as high a score as Steph, but I did get a picture of Drew Carey, for whetever that's worth. We got the same description, though, and isn't that what's really important? Anyhow, results of the quiz follow:
You are 63% geek
You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other.
status.mood(great);
status.music(watermark, weakerthans);
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