Today is a 1. April 1, that is!

But seriously,
Wednesday, I was doing the crossword in the 24 Hours on the way to school and when I finished I looked at my horoscope. I noticed that it said my day was a "10" and some other crap. They don't distribute a lot of tens, so it was pretty interesting. They never give anything less than a 4, of course, because that's not giving people what they want.

The thing with that is that Wednesday sucked balls. I hadn't slept well the night before (and for some 5 hours maybe), and in the morning I went to my law class and then my dumb wireless class. Professor Zarnett informed us after about a half hour lecture that the course was over. I made the informed decision to just go home instead of waiting a few hours to go to my number theory class.

So, after I got on the subway I learned that there had been an "injury at track level" at Sheppard Station (very subtle, guys). The train was very slow and then stopped at York Mills. I looked at the bus lines at York Mills and decided it may not be faster, but it would definitely be less annoying to just walk home. That's okay, because I had my MP3 player.

I began to walk home from York Mills, which is a pretty good distance... and not halfway between York Mills and Sheppard my MP3 player ran out of batteries. This just ruined my day. I eventually went to a coffee shop and called home, saying I wasn't having fun walking anymore, but nobody there had a car. So, I kept walking. By stranding me and depriving me of all forms of distraction, it was obvious that God (or some guy) was trying to force me to appreciate the dumb world. I wasn't going to let him have that satisfaction.

I was in a crappy mood, and I walked really fast. Then a construction truck was pulling out across the sidewalk and I had to stand there like an idiot for 5 very lengthy minutes. I eventually got home though, but I was already tired... I was pretty much completely braindead all day. I kind of wanted to do some WR crap or schoolwork, but I decided against it.

By leaving school three hours early, my net time saved was about a half hour. Wednesday was a ten. Riiight, more like 10 raised to the exponent -1.

Thursday, I was doing the crossword in the 24 Hours on the way to school and when I finished I looked at my horoscope. I noticed that it said my day was a "10" and some other crap.

Dammit.

Thursday I went to my dumb astrophysics class in the morning and because of a TTC delay I was 15 minutes late. Class ended 15 minutes early, and consisted only of the professor doing a few problems including at least one that we'd already done once before. I was going to hang out with Wai after, but he said he was going to "wander around"... which means he was going to play his PSP.

So, I went home and cleaned my bathroom a little. I had some plans to go to a gallery where Adam had a chunk of art showing, and Brian ended up coming over to go to it with me. He got to my place around 4, I guess.

The problem with the art thing is that I don't know much about art except that some stuff is pretty. So me and Brian had to talk to each other a lot when Adam was busy talking to people. It's not Brian's fault: I can't talk to any human being for six hours. Particularly in a weird, foreign environment like an art show.

There were lots of cuties, but I didn't find any of the ones I talked with especially interesting. In particular there was one who was talking to Brian and I, and there was a very funny part in our conversation where I noticed it very suddenly died. It turns out that I had just decided that this conversation was boring (she kept talking to Brian, and who wants to listen to that?) and starting listening in on other people, and the girl had just taken her jacket off so Brian noticed she had no boobs. So that conversation ended abruptly.

Personally, I always find awkward silences amusing.

One problem with me meeting girls in public settings is that I apply sort of a "law of averages" to everything I do. The way it works is that when I see something nice on my left, I immediately look right. It makes sense sort of, right? I mean, if I already saw something good somewhere, it would be more likely to happen somewhere else. As a result, I'm always looking at the ugliest things in a room.

Just joking. Really though, I never maintain eye contact with girls I think are cute. I also get bored easily... man, that art gallery atmosphere is some weird crap. At least I didn't whine as much as Brian. I don't even know whether I enjoyed myself or not.

Thursday was a 10.
It seemed more like a 10 divided by 0: Provocative of "what the fuck".

I didn't see what number today is supposed to be. I just know I had an art party planned for today and pretty much everybody cancelled. Good thing we all conferred to set a date. At least Brian is always reliable. He said he was going to be busy back when we set this date, and he actually is!