if there was ever a day to call "shitty"...

The events:

1. I walked into the blunt end of a bus stop.

2. I smoked an old guy in the mouth/face.

3. I dipped my foot into a toilet full of pee.

4. I wrote my Latin exam.

5. I wrote my Art History and Exhibition Practice Exam.


The stories:

1. As I was walking down Memorial Avenue, (keeping in mind that after all the walking I've done this year to and from school, my speed is something to marvel at), and pretty absorbed in some Latin flashcards out of NOWHERE comes this (empty, thaaank goodness) bus shelter...let's just call that the face smack that shook the province. We are talking bruised.

2. Having recovered from the face-plant-on-glass incident, I made my way to the depths of the U of W library to continue studying. I was all alone in a nice, warm little corner. However, these old guys are preeetty sneaky and silent for as I swung my arms out behind me in triumph (of mastering a deponant synopsis) I caught one (old guy) in the mouth and definitely took his head with me for a stretch. I may have interrupted his thought process.

3. My hand now bitten and smashed, I headed to the bathroom for a much needed pee. After doing so, using my foot to flush the toilet I air-balled the shot and dipped my shoe right into the pee. By the grace of God, I was not wearing flip-flops.

4. I don't really want to talk about it. Let's just say: I translated 6 pretty large (and complex) passages from the textbook that the prof said one of which would be on the exam. Apparantly she also said that one of the stories from our secondary text may also be on the exam. Guess which one she picked.

5. I really don't want to talk about it. I finished it 40 minutes ago and I don't remember a thing.

Good night kids, it's nice to be back.