I had the intention of getting some studying done today, but fuck me, I didn't even have the motivation to go to the caf to get food in the end.
So you see, I knew days in advance that Thursday I would be headin' into town. So, after loading and playing with a program that gives the capability to burn DVDs (though I could only fit one episode of Twin Peaks on the disk- this will be a longer process than I thought), I decided to hit the hay. A few hours later, it began again. Since I had the intention of getting shit done, today, I thought it best to start early, and the past few days since Monday have really begun at 4PM, and ended at 6:30AM, so I decided no time like the present to try and get myself uber-tired and pass out tonight at a half-decent time. Come 1PM, into town I doth went. Achieved nothing. 2:30, back. 3PM, decided it was FAR too nice to sit on my ass. It was 69!!! In CANADA! (Shocking, no?) So I went across the bridge, along the river, past the athletic buildings, and up the road leading to the Symons Campus (that would eventually lead to Gzowski). But then I found where I wanted to go, originially: The Peterborough Trail. This trail evidentally leads ALL the way through Peterborough.
So yea, I turned on there, and just started walkin'.
It was gorgeous...and a warm one.
I also, got lost. For those of you keeping track, yes, this would be the second time.
The first time I wouldn't even really qualify as "lost" comparatively speaking, as I never had to ask for directions. Nope, last time, I was just walking to a friend's house, took a wrong turn, ended up in a bad neighborhood, and kept going straight 'till I came across the street.
Here, I was following a path for two whole hours, making random turns where ever forks emerged, crossing bridges, cutting across parks, and finally- two hours later- emerging on a Street called Hunter St. This street I recognized as when I was inquiring as to the location of the Health Clinic in Peterborough I needed to go to, I was told it was all the way in East City. And that it was on Hunter St. So I started to get worried, and pray to an HSD that there may be two Hunter St. (or at least, this one was VERY long).
When I came out on Hunter St. I had been wandering for two hours, was exhausted, had no money, but oh, I remembered my cell phone! (Take that, father! Sorry, loooong story)
Anyway, I made a call to my brother, and semi-cut him off mid-hello saying "Well, it would appear I am lost in this God forsaken city". So I described some familiar sights (perhaps to him, at least) like an IGA, and Tim Horton's (one of thousands), and asked where I was. He was in the middle of talking to his friend, the lovely Dave who has been his share of helpful to me in the past, who helped my brother direct me where the hell I was. So he asked Dave if any of the busses go by there. While he was inquiring about that, guess what happened? I bet you can't guess...
A BUS DROVE BY! Two, actually. One going East on Hunter, and the other going North on Roger. The issue: I was on the wrong side of the street, and my frantic flagging didn't stop it.
So I didn't have time to run and catch it at it's stop across the street, and there was no way I was waiting another 40 minutes.
So, my brother pulled up a map, and told me how to get to Simcoe (the terminal that the Trent Express busses arrive/depart at). Yay...more walking. And all up hill. You see, East City is like the lower ward of Peterborough, and you have to take a bridge to get there. But alas, gorgeous day, so I wasn't going to complain. Truth was, I was kindof enjoying myself; aside from the being lost, part.
So, three hours, nearly, later. I found the terminal.
All in all, a good day. And in no way, is studying getting done tonight. I am not looking forward to Yoga, tonight, but if I stop now, I will be very sore. So alas, I think I will do that after this blog, and then crawl under the covers 'till tomorrow, to start studying for history, and English. THEN!!! PACKING!!!
Which reminds me, I have to sign out of residence.
Fuck.
I got in some trouble by the Don for not, and I still haven't. Oops. What can I say? I am just not that motivated to participate actively in the GzowskiCommunity
Anyway, I merely failed Polisci, and definitely failed Philosophy (though NOT Venn Diagrams!) And culture, well, my heart wasn't in it, but I doubt I faled. If I did, I should drop out now.
Other than that, I really don't have much to say.
Though the rats are a little more than a week away, unfortunately. With the advent of YET another doctor appointment on the 8th- one I happen to be dreading and rather skeptical of- there is, let me see if I can quote my parents right (though why they should have a say, I don't know) "there's just no time".
Oh well, I have waited this long, maybe a little longer won't kill me.
I can't help but think if I am going to get away this summer, but God, after dealing with some assholes in this town...I really want to.
Don't know where, but that is becoming even less relevant.
Bah, a good three months to decide, I guess. I hate to wait, though. I am one impatient individual.
Well, tah tah, now. Going to do the exercises, have a nice chai tea. (Been between that, apple cinamon, and green lately. None of that plain old stuff.) And then watch the tele to unwind. Maybe burn a few more episodes.
Well, See ya
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