The Paper, The AGO, The Idiot, and The Sushi

It seems like I can never catch a break. This past Friday, I had a major paper due for one of my English classes (stupid Victorian literature). So, I spent an entire week researching, I spent one entire day (and night) writing this paper, only to still not finish it the next day. I went into work (at school) and sat at one of the computer terminals and continued writing my paper. Just as I reached my conclusion, the fire alarm goes off. Most people instinctively run out of the building, but me, I sat there and kept typing. I'd rather take my chances with the toxic fumes and being incinerated. The fire marshall eventually came up to me and said I had to leave. Reluctantly, I left the building.

Keep in mind, my class starts at 2:30, and the fire alarm was pulled at 1:55. It took the firemen a half hour to clear the building before we could enter it again. So finally, at 2:25, I got back inside, quickly hammered out a conclusion, printed my paper without looking it over, and went to class. I was about a half hour late and my professor's policy for papers is: If it's not handed in at the beginning of the class it's late. I went up to him during our 10 minute break, and explained the situation to him. He just laughed and said he would accept my paper with no late penalty. Thank God.

After that exhausting day, I went down to the AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) to check out a cool black and white photography exhibit. Now mind you, I've been sleepless for 48 hours and I couldn't full appreciate the pictures. So Shewhomakesmencry and myself went across the street to the Village Idiot (a great pub) and had a drink. My other friend, NatureElf, ended up joining us afterwards. All together, we left the pub and went to a Japanese Restaurant in Kensington Market. I can officially say, I'm not a big fan of their food. All I had was the rice. And holy crap is it just me or are chop sticks that difficult to eat with!?!?!?!

After drinking and eating, we went back to the subway where we were hit on by some strange tall, lanky guys. Shewhomakesmencry and myself exited the car, and waited for the next one to come by rather than sitting there and facing the perverted ignoramuses.

Once I got home, I passed out. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was this past weekend. This weekend, it's gonna be PinkPolish's farewell party because she's heading to England for a week! Lucky bitch.

'Til next time, play nice in the sandbox.