November 11-12, 2000 — Learn by your mistakes

My email wasn't working when I woke up on Saturday.

For some people, this would just be a minor inconvenience and they'd be able to get on with their day. But I'm not one of these people. I was physically agitated for several hours, and then, when email finally started to work again, Johnston and I were on our way out the door to go to Humber College to visit Andrew for the first time since we'd been in Toronto. Not a great start to the day, but I guess I survived...

I felt kind of guilty that we'd waited so long, but the commute there made me understand why we'd waited so long. An hour of subway trains and buses with crazy drunken men sitting nearby driving through sketchy neighbourhoods will do that to you. It wasn't so bad once we got there, and Humber has a lot more security than out pathetic excuse for a residence. (Quick aside: they sent around the notice about us being locked out of residence for two weeks; I loved the part about them not being responsible for stolen possessions, it just fills me with confidence.) I think Humber's the happy medium in between the maximum-security lockdown at Ryerson and the free-for-all at Burwash. But if there was actually security here, they might have to be liable for any stolen possessions, and they wouldn't want that.

We had the full tour of Humber, complete with mentions of being able to use food plan to buy pizza any day of the week and access to a lab full of Apple G4s any day of the week. I'll try and take comfort in the poor excuse for a balcony that we've got here.

We'd eventually decided to go on a shopping trip to Value Village, followed by a trip to the movie theatre where Andrew works to watch "Little Nicky." A very highbrow evening, to say the least. On the way to Value Village, we saw a Ford Festiva with a custom exhaust and tinted windows. There's something about picturing a kid putting work into his Ford Festiva in the hopes of impressing his friends that makes me cringe.

Skip forward a few hours and two trips through the scariest, most dangerous path through a forest I've ever seen. "Little Nicky" was alright. It had a lot of funny moments, and a lot of jokes that kind of make you cringe and wonder if they might've been going too far with that one. Or maybe I'm just getting too uptight about these things.

Andrew eventually went with us back to downtown and we visited Ryerson. I picked up pictures for the cast page and visited Pat at work to get a pita. We managed to arrive prior to the bar rush, during which someone stuck their hand into the green peppers. Pat assures me that they will have long cleaned out the green peppers by the time I next eat there, but I've been turned off of green peppers forever. That drunken bastard.

By the time we got back to good ol' Burwash and the University of Toronto, it was almost 4:00AM and despite the fact that email was working, I wasn't able to reply to all my emails and continued to feel antsy for the rest of the night. Thank goodness for Sunday.

Sunday was a fairly restrained day. The most exciting part was my third trip to Ryerson in as many days (and yes, I'm pretty sure that this is unprecedented) to return some pictures to Nathan. Always a good time. But that's about as fun as it gets. Not that I'm complaining; working email and no homework makes for a pretty good day, if you ask me. And boy do I ever sound like a nerd right now.