May 25-28, 2000 — My perception of humanity

May 25

Two hours of sleep. Horrible seminar but decent marks. Math test tomorrow.

May 26

I managed to get 11 hours of sleep last night by going to bed as soon as I got home and sleeping until around four in the morning. Then I got up and tried to learn an entire unit of math from scratch before school. This didn't work, so I got a note from my mom saying that I had a doctor's appointment first period, which gave me on class to study in before my test second period. This also didn't work, and I went into the test feeling like a knew nothing at all.

But.

For some odd reason, the teacher decided to take pity on us all and only gave us really really easy questions. The mathematical induction questions skipped all of 7.4 which was the hard section that I didn't understand. So things worked out alright.

Then I talked to Mr. MacDonald and got permission to write my physics test on Monday and ended up only going to one class all day. Hurah.

Tonight I'm going to sleep over at Johnston's house so we can leave for Toronto at 3:30 AM to go to the University of Toronto open house. It occurs to me that this is my first real sleep-over in years and years, not counting the time I passed out at Jamey's house during the summer because I was trapped downtown with no way home.

May 27

Today Johnston and I made the trek down to Toronto. We actually only drove to Pickering and then took the Go train, but whatever. The Go trains seem kind of retarded since they're actually on the honour system. It was weird. I don't know why I bought a ticket, I don't have any honour.

Victoria College seemed like a cool place. They shot the movie The Skulls there! Heh. Johnston was getting pissed off since I was going on about The Skulls all day. I'm going to buy that movie as soon as it comes out on VHS. I've yet to see it, mind you, but if it was shot at Victoria College, it's good enough for me!

I've decided that I'm going there next year, by the way. Only three months until I move to Toronto. It's going to be a wonderful change.

There were a remarkable number of really, really stupid kids who got early acceptance and were invited to the open house. It was retarded. What I'm wondering is if they accept a lot of people from near Toronto first, since they'll mostly commute and they won't have to give them a room in residence. Because seriously, most people seemed to be from Toronto, and most people seemed pretty stupid.

After visiting one of Toronto's five Pita Pit locations (maybe I'll like it there after all), we started our voyage back to Ottawa. On the 401 on the way home, I saw the most hick-addled car I'd ever seen. Mullets and unwashed shirts on three grown men. Scary stuff.

Later on the drive, we passed this car containing five girls and didn't think much of it. About fifteen minutes later, they passed us and thought they were hot shit and turned around and waved and such. Needless to say, Johnston got us going at 140 km/h and we didn't see anymore of those girls. Testosterone proves invaluable once again.

Got home and slept.

May 28

My sister's birthday is tomorrow. I bought her the Less Than Jake CD "Hello Rockview" as per her instructions (no surprises for her). I almost forgot to buy it, which would've sucked, eh?

I still don't have access to my work email account (it's been inaccessible ever since they switched to Outlook). I can't wait until the next ILOVEYOU-style virus eradicates their email system, now that they're susceptible. I think I'm one of their more spiteful employees.

On the bus ride home, I was listening to Sunny Day Real Estate and reading Romeo and Juliet when this girl started waving in front of my face to try and get my attention. This naturally made me a bit grumpy. She asked me about my piercings and we talked about that sort of thing for awhile. I was a bit of a jerk and once the conversation had more or less come to a close, I put my headphones back on and returned to the wacky antics of the Capulets and Montagues. In retrospect, I'm a fairly stupid person since I always bitch about how everyone's mean to me, but a cute girl who doesn't think piercings are gross starts a conversation with me and I still act like a jerk. I've got no right to complain, I suppose.

But until I leave Richmond, my perception of humanity is probably going to hinge more on the people who yell "faggot" at me as they drive by, walk into me on purpose, and honk at me than it will on people who are nice to me on the bus.