Last week, for no reason at all, I went on six hours sleep for three days. And, as most of us know, being that tired is a lot like being drunk. Including saying stupid things that you normally wouldn't.
Me? On Thursday night while in the washroom talking to two guys on my floor I challenged them to a drinking contest. Next Thursday. When I think about that moment right now, it's like recalling an extremely drunken night. I think my exact words were "I can SO fucking out-drink you! Next Thursday. This is challenge." And then I made some really stupid hand motions. Yeah. A lot like being drunk.
I actually do think I can outdrink one of them. The other guy is like, buff, so....I think I will resort to methods seen here. On that note, I've become completely obsessed with Kenny vs. Spenny. Do I ever love stupid comedy.
Ehhhhh I just haven't had anything meaningful to blog about. And still don't. Other than this: what's the point of living within TTC fare of your parents when you never go home to take advantage of the free laundry?
Seriously.
Midterms as wonderful as you could expect; this Thursday, as soon as class is over at 10, there will be much consuming of drink, rushing to the pub as soon as it starts serving at 11, and attending an accounting lab as inebriated as possible. Everyone seems to have done it, and seemed to make more sense of accounting at the same time, so I have to try.
I need a Halloween costume for this weekend --I love this midterm schedule: they end Wednesday, then five parties. Oh, I most definitely plan not to remember this weekend. But first, costume. Ideas?
I hit 400! i can't believe I've been sitting on this for two weeks. Well, if it's been two weeks, then I guess I should give the recap version:
Explored Vanier: Got together with Team Awesome from my floor while we were taking advantage of the free laundry machines late at night and discovered Vanier's second basement. It's basically a boiler room straight out of a horror movie complete with chains, hissing, and axe-murderers. Well, an axe, anyhow. We discovered the cable hookups and storage rooms with lots of furniture.
Later on that night: I was sitting at my computer watching Degrassi (because CTV has all of season five streaming so I can go back to being in high school) when a BIRD FLEW INTO MY ROOM. You can imagine this. I'm on the thirteenth and top floor of my building. The window opens (without a screen) about five inches. I'm sitting at my computer, I have the lights on, it's about 2am and a big fucking brown bullet zooms into my room and hits the closet. I scream, figure out it's way too big to be a bat, and bolt out of there saying "HOLY SHIT" over and over again. My heart was going about a million beats a minute. I paced the hallway a little bit and tried to see if anyone was up, but my floor is quiet this year so I couldn't find anyone out and about. I didn't hear anything in my room, so I went back in and clapped my hands, which caused the bird to start flying all over and banging into the ceiling and walls. After running away again yelling HOOOOLY SHIT a few more times, I heard some people still up in my old room. I knocked on the door and they told me to open it. I cracked it open, stuck my head in and somehow managed to say "There's, uhhh, a bird in my room." The three who were in there got up and came over to see if it was true, and sure enough there's this big fucker flying around the room all disoriented and shitting on everything. We let it calm down, at which point we could tell it looked like a woodpecker, and my neighbour Sam tried to catch it. She couldn't get it, so we let it fly around some more. Then it went into the hall. It banged itself around out there until it stunned itself and landed on the ground. Sam managed to get a handle on it and carry it over to the window. It's head was all bloody from hitting things. We let it go, and it flew off. I don't know what happened to it.
Now, I only leave the window open about three inches.
Kegger: Went to my friend's awesome kegger wearing my cowgirl hat, found a guy wearing a cowboy hat with a batman logo on the front. I proceeded to have many pictures taken with him as the Western Batman and Robin duo. Hit of the night.
Vomit Comet: I took my first ride on that lovely late night Yonge bus since I was finally with someone cheap enough to go on it. Met some crazy Brazilians, one of whom was pissed off at Canada for arresting him. His friend who was equally drunk, told us that he still loved the country even though they arrested him for public nudity. Then he went on to tell us how much he loved being naked and how he wanted to whip out his "12 inch...uh, cack, you say?" Saved myself $25 in cab fare, and got a good story!
Not much else going on in Robyn-land. I'm working the next couple of weekends in the other, better province, but not before I bailed on a volunteer public performance gig at Nuit Blanche and a conference in Ottawa. I'm sad I'm missing out on Nuit Blanche, the performance I was supposed to be doing sounded really neat. Whoever's going down this weekend, check it out at the MaRS building as part of the French embassy's La Grande Expérience exhibit. The artist's name is Maria Legault and her work is entitled "The Republic of Love." Let me know how provocative it is! It sure sounded it in the description I was given.
I (somehow) am the only person I know who has managed to do any readings for classes, even with all the part-aying that seems to go on around here. Pub night was a little insane last week, with a line-up that was more of a crush of people than a line. You know those naked mole rats and how they pile up on top of each other and press against the glass? That was us in line for the pub for an hour and a half. No matter, because it turned out really well and we had a Schulich reunion (even though we all saw each other a million times during the summer) in the food court beforehand. Friday, we hit a dentistry frat party. Did you know that such a fraternity existed? Because I sure didn't, and holy crap. Hot guys. Dentists. One and the same. We were clearly there to husband-hunt.
Other than that, it's just been class, including my awesome theatre course, Voice and Speech. Its a studio class where we learn about our voices, with emphasis on breathing and becoming "aware" of our bodies. We did an exercise where our instructor got us to "create space" in our legs and elongate our legs. It went something like this:
"Now, I want you to think of a bright, happy colour and, in your mind, place it under your right heel. Feel that bright colour warm your heel up and feel your breath enter you and go all the way down to your foot. I want to you draw a line around your foot using this colour so that now you have the colour that you have chosen surrounding your foot. Feel your breath come in, move through you, down your leg and warm up with the colour and go back out, warmed by your body. Become aware of your feet. I want you to think about your foot. Place it in sand, so that it slowly sinks into it and feel the change in your breathing."
I'm paying $500 for this, but I think it's worth it because, while yes, it's hokey (it IS a fine arts class, after all), I came out completely relaxed. Plus there's no reading or text and the final is an oral presentation of one of Shakespeare's sonnets, which is perfect. I can't wait to share more feelings about my breathe. York is the king of bird courses.
