Monday, January 31, 2011

Super helpful, honest

Transit is very helpful. They write facts on signs like 'Unloading only; board 150m South on highway.' That would be very helpful if I knew which way is South. Or where the highway is. Or an estimate of how far 150m is.

And when you're standing next to a Tim Hortons, cars whipping past, trying to read signs that may or may not be 150m away, clutching at your backpack with frozen fingers, you start to wonder why you ever got out of bed in the morning anyway.

It didn't snow--thank god--but I was cold. You know it's cold when you can feel the metal going through your ears from your pink drop earrings. Or at least I can. That cold.

Transit was super helpful when I phoned and they said to stay put: bus will be coming any minute, and then every seven minutes after that. Thanks, Transit! Seven minutes later, as I paced up and down the corner where one highway met another highway--yeah, that's where I am in the evenings--the bus did not come. Seven minutes later, it did not come. Forty five minutes, and thirteen various buses on different routes that mocked me as they sped by, later: the bus came. I could no longer feel my face.

On the bus, the driver was surprisingly talkative but also a tad evil as she didn't turn on the inside bus lights. That means that all the people on the bus were cast in shadows as we pretended not to survey each other. Disconcerting. I think the guy behind me pet my hair. Very disconcerting.

Thanks to the directions I'd lifted from the Transit site (see, helpful!), I got off at the right stop. Then I turned around. Then I turned around again 'cause golly, I could have sworn that GoogleMaps showed this street as being a whole lot homier. It was dark enough so that the streets were lit only by streetlamps. The area was partially under construction and partially plain creepy, but I was in luck: there were no street signs. Not a one.

This is the 2011. What street doesn't have proper signs?

This irked me so much that I strode through the half-lit streets with an attitude, becoming progressively more and more lost. How can there not be street signs!

I got to my destination--nearly two hours late. But, I would have been a whole lot later if it wasn't for those super helpful signs.

Thanks, Transit!

Friday, January 28, 2011

on my FIRST try!

I poached an egg for the first time this morning, all by myself.

I think that means I'm growing as a person.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Currently Conscious

Last night, I had to stay up late reading about the importance of sleep in my Psych textbook. Thanks, Psych textbook, really.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I got to pinch off the cerebellum. It was squishy.

Today, I held a human brain. It was dead. And heavy and dense like rubber and reeked of formaldehyde and each hemisphere was the length of my hand. I poked the optic nerve and traced my finger along the corpus callosum and felt the air pockets that are the first and second ventricles and most importantly,  I didn't faint even a little!

At my first and last dissection, I took a scalpel to a sheep's eyeball and woke up in my science teacher's arms. But I'm past that now. Now I can slice open some brain matter and eat pizza twenty minutes later.

A sheep's brain is the size of a hamster and gosh darn cute! The bumpy feel to the outside was a little disconcerting at first, but the veins on the cerebellum reminded me of broccoli and there's nothing scary about broccoli.

I feel like I get Frankenstein so much better now.

Thursday, January 13, 2011


Today, I had to go in front of my film class and pitch my idea. In the middle of it, I said "then they burn down her house--oh and it's a comedy!"