the P.Pole v.2.1

Today was thoroughly busy day for me. On top of my three usual lectures and a tutorial just now, I also had planned to go pick up my Laurier Business and Economics books from the bookstore. I also had lost my WatCard on the FedBus last Friday, so I needed to replace mine ASAP (that is, today, the first real day back on campus).

First off, I hate the bookstores because they always have tonnes of people regardless of when you go (unless you show up at the break of dawn, but my schedule doesn’t really allow that kind of idiocy). While I was waiting in line (this was after an early Algebra lecture followed by a Business lecture), I was quite hungry and my stomach was twisting and turning, churning and burning. So I whipped it (my trailmix granola bar) out of my pants and began nibbling away like a rather happy squirrel working on his nuts. Little did I know that my olfactories (those trusty old gals) were about to be violated by some girl (probably standing in line) and her anal winds. It was literally disgusting and I had thought (originally) that a sewage pipe had exploded somewhere and now hard boiled, festering eggs were spewing outwards at an alarming rate. Nope, it was just her GI gases.

Anyway, I got my books and rushed back to my residence where I stamped them all (inside covers, front pages, and along the bottom edges/vertically across page bottoms) with my handy little stamp with my name and a little skull (reminiscent of Jack from “The Nightmare Before Christmas”). I don’t plan on selling any of my university texts (unless I’m particularly strapped for cash in the following years) so as to have the beginnings of a personal library of sorts by the time I’m out of university.

I then went straight over to the WatCard office to get my lost card replaced with a new one. The woman looked for mine in a small collection of lost but found cards, and I told her flat out “Yeah no one’s going to find mine. Mine was lost on a bus to Toronto.” She promptly went to print me a new one, but not before taking twenty of my dollars from my pocket (not personally of course). So that set me back some more cash and all I’ve got left is five dollars. I’ll likely need to go get more money tomorrow when I head over to the local Chinese restaurant (likely to become a favourite spot for Sam and I) for lunch tomorrow. There is a BMO across the street from there that I plan on holding up for cash with my death ray soon.