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.
I bring you the latest in conscious photo-spectra alteration! Hueman is the latest superbeing (heroic or otherwise) I’ve cooked up. As his name suggests, his power has to do with changing the colours of just about anything. I’m gonna go ahead and say he achieves this by changing the orientation of valence electrons on the shells of the materials. When they jump back and forth (my chemistry is already fuzzy but I remember this) they will give off radiation in the form of light, with the frequency corresponding to different colours on the visible spectrum (or something like that).
Apart from the most obvious application of embarrassing adversaries by changing their clothing or “pimp-mobiles” to some set of clashing pallettes, Hueman has some other tricks up his proverbial sleeves. For example, he could potentially wreak havoc on organized henchmen in uniform. By changing the shade of their red tights to say, yellow, there would be instant pandemonium as they begin quarrelling over who has the “tightest” tights. He would also be a great poster-boy for liberty among teenagers in grey and black school uniforms.
Another great advantage he has over super-personas (such as Batman or Superman) would be that his name is almost identical in spelling and pronounciation with “human”, thus making talks about him that much easier to conceal. This lends itself to a greater amount of sneakiness as he goes about doing his colour-changing thing and people start talking. The only downside is one would never be quite sure who is being talked about when discussing this masked (he’ll probably be masked) super.
This morning I headed across the street with family in tow and we hit up the opening sale of the sports apparel store inside Woodside, across the street. Now, stalkers can trace me even more precisely! In any case, we got in and saw a variety of tasty deals (such as my two new pairs of Hurleys and my Adidas duffel).** After driving to Scarborough Town Center and being sorely disappointed at the lack of Old Navy jeans going for $12 (television ads, you lie to me). My parents and sister had to go downtown (father for a work-related exhibition, and my mom and sister for the CNE). I ended up hitting up the Best Buy for a keyboard skin (so stuff doesn’t get in the cracks). The iSkin key-condoms were almost $30, whereas a sexy little USB wired, Microsoft mediakeyboard was only $20, so I ended up opting for the keyboard (of my dreams) over an overpriced piece of rubber. I abandon the rubber as soon as Amy leaves town on a family roadtrip, it seems.
To get to the point of the post’s title, I got home after this slight spending sexcapade and saw an episodes of Superships (or something to that effect) on the Discovery Channel. This one happened to be talking about a small fleet of ships called Super Servants, originally designed to carry (within themselves/on board) destroyer sized ships after some war or something in Europe. That is more or less irrelevant since now they ferry yachts, mostly between Port Everglades, Florida, and European harbours.
This song is sort of hilarious and about a momentary lesbian. Anyway, enjoy the thumping beats. And no, I’m not posting up the lyrics because they are mostly mundane. Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl”, for your dose of random trashy pop music.
In other news, I’m off for the long weekend on a camping trip (after agreeing to go, then not being able to go, then deciding to not want to go, then being reconvinced into going). How convoluted! It’s a shame Raf (who did not kiss a girl) won’t be there. At least Benson, Henrick, and Joshua will be. Well, them, and a bunch of girls from church. Now I play matchmaker and see WHO kisses WHOM/WOMB by the end of the trip. Dun dun dun! My money is on… pretty much no one. Can you tell I woke up early today?
Today I went to the Immigration Office to officiate my Hong Kong citizenship and take a photo for the Smart Card ID. All went smoothly and I am now writing from my uncle’s office in Wan Chai.
I received a call from Amy earlier this morning, shortly after arriving at the office. Over the long-distance phone call, my dear’s voice sounded a little distorted, but I instantly recognized her by her laugh. It’s a bit of a shame, since I stupidly blurted “Um… uh… no.” in response to “*giggle* Do you recognize who this is?” Amy, if you’re reading this, you have my apologies! Hearing her chipper voice over the phone was so shocking that I was instantly sent careening into a fit of smiles and stutterings, the likes of which my uncle had never witnessed before in his life (I’m guessing anyway). I expect that if I had not stepped out for the brief (alas, all too brief!) call, he’d have seen my cheeks flush with blood and cheer. Nice going, Amy!
