Jason and I could write an entire book on why we hate the Robarts library elevators. I swear. Yesterday, me and two boys got in one, each pressing a different floor. It goes all the way to the top missing mine (!!) and the other boy's (!!) floor. Ok whatever. If you want to be insane and not let people off you but instead go to the top floor, then fine, be insane!
I got 89% on an seven page essay that I wrote in one day and one hour. It was good but not that good. U of T sucks like that. In that you never get the mark you deserve. Ever.
I'm going home for a week soon and my mother is trying to cram as many activities into those seven days as she possibly can. Her plan was to:
- drive to Toronto to pick us (and the cat) up, drive home and then drive to our camp "up north" (about 13 hours of driving in one day)
- stay up north etc. for four days
- come home, drive to montreal to pick up our grandma, drive to Platsburgh, NY
- stay overnight, go to this lobster party our uncle is having, drive home to Ottawa, drive back to Toronto
- go to Wonderland, leave us in Toronto and drive home
My mother is insane! I persuaded her to spread out the initial travelling over two days, not go to the lobster party, and not go to Wonderland since neither of them really wants to go and I'm going with Jason anyway. So ultimately, I am getting the most out of my one week vacation thanks to my mother's planning insanity.
Last night, I had a dream that me and Kris went to this Subway-like establishment to buy wraps and was served by Rob Thomas. I told him how Matchbox 20 were good before he got kicked out and replaced with a new singer. Where does this come from?!
posted + 2004-08-11 at 9:45 a.m.