Of Brunchtimes and Packhorses

Can I just say one thing about the weather?

I don't get it. Yesterday, it was all:

And today, it's all gross and rainy and slippery and puddl-y and slushy. Believe me, wearing your winter coat in the rain is NOT ideal. The smell of wet dog becomes pervasive and people would look at you weird, except that they all smell that way too. It's just lovely.

But back to beautiful sunny memories.

As per my usual Tuesday/Thursday schedule, I always plan to get work done during my break, but am inevitably derailed. This time, my lovely friend Jill had some very persuasive ideas of the brunch-variety.

Like I said, she's very persuasive, so I HAD to give in.

Actually, I'm pretty much up for anything when I'm supposed to be working. So brunch it was, at our fave diner. Yum yum, scrambled eggs :) I also snuck in some of my katlety and hid them in a napkin when our waitress was around. I'm sneaky like that.

On another note, can I complain about the current state of my back? (Why yes, I can, cause it's my blog).

I live somewhat far away from my university, so I usually have to bring everything with me to campus. Which means carrying all of my books, plus any homework I plan to do, plus about 5 tupperware containers full of my various snacks, plus (God forbid) if I want to go to the gym, there's also my gym bag, and if it's raining, I also bring an umbrella, and usually I also carry a mug in my hands ... Well, you can see how it gets complicated super fast.

Just some of my food. 

Doing dishes at my house is a nightmare. 

Or rather, 'doing Tupperware' ...

Anyways, it gets unpleasant. And the result of it is this:

Let's just say walking upright is a bit difficult, since my backpack weighs me down so much that I'm always in fear of falling on my butt. It's real attractive, I tell you. For now, I guess I just have to wait until the world realizes I'm super important and I get to have a special limo to transport me+all my stuff to school.

Of Boobing Around and Pillow Collars

Yesterday was a bit of a fail. I was up all bright and early at 7am (and by bright and early, I mean really dark and cold and early), ready to tackle some work and get a head start on the day. Well, I boobed around on the Internetz for a bit, and then, feeling all sorts of exhausted, dropped back into bed to briefly rest my eyes ... from 8am to 11am. Champion sleeper, here.

I WAS supposed to run with my running group, but as I stepped outside and the glacial winds hit me, I realized that breathing was actually a very difficult thing to do. I also realized that there was no way I would be stripping down to my running tights, as I still valued my butt. You see, freezing my ass off is by no means on the top of my to do list. Actually, my preferred weight-loss method would involve a magical fairy displacing all the fat from my butt to my chest. But that's another story.

So after all the uselessness of my morning (let's see ... I Tumbl'd, Facebooked, Blogger'd, checked all of my email accounts at least twice, watched a bunch of TV, and repeated this whole cycle at least five times), I hit up the library instead. It was eerily empty. I'm so used to seeing students camping out behind huge piles of paper, forts made out of books and occasionally, even snoozing on their specially-brought pillows, that an empty library just creeps me out.

I was also quite sleepy, so much so that I wish I had a pillow-collar a la Colleen, from yesterday's post. That girl definitely thought it all through. And since my ability to concentrate is close to 0 in quiet places (weird I know, but when it's too silent, I zone out and don't even notice), let's just say that I didn't work much ... and so instead of working (well, I DID open my documents), I bugged my friend Erryl instead.

She shouldn't even lie, she loves the distractions. Because let's face it, who wants to be doing work on the first week of school? No one. In fact, it's expressly forbidden in the Procrastinator's Handbook for Succeeding in School and Life. Which I am in the process of writing. Hit me up for advance copies and whatnot. But don't expect a reply soon - because obviously, a procrastinator never does today what could be left till tomorrow.

Of Indecision and Infiltration

So I'm currently in the process of deciding the rest of my life right now ...

No biggie.

But seriously, I have to pick a school and a city and it's all too much for someone who can't even pick a sandwich at a cafe (I had a mild panic attack, couldn't pick and had to subsist entirely on a yogurt until dinnertime).

Usually, I would look at statistics and objective facts, etc, etc. (Which I've already done). But this time around, I thought I would actually show my wild side ... and go sneak around the building where my classes would be. This is wild for me. I'm usually very awkward about being in places where I have no business being (darn it, there goes my career as a cat burglar!).

I hitched a ride with my friend Nat, who is doing a degree in Nursing at UBC. Unfortunately, Nursing classes apparently start bright and early, because when my alarm rang that morning, it was disgustingly early. It was also disgustingly dark and rainy.

Disgusting

I think I changed my mind three or four times and it took all of Nat's convincing powers, including picking me up herself, just to get me to campus. Whatever, it was dark and rainy and I hadn't woken up that early in a long, long time, and the coffee hadn't kicked in yet.

By the time we got to campus, it at least stopped raining. Hooray for small blessings. So imagine the following scene, if you will:

Location: rainy university grounds
Time: 9am - students hurrying off to class
Scene: Me, trying to blend in with the other law students.  

Hmm, maybe I should walk with a swagger. 
Or not. 
Wait, let me hunch over, pretend my book are SOOO heavy. 
Now head up Anna, walk fast enough that you look like you're going to class, but slow enough so you don't look like an idiot when you accidentally walk into a supply closet or something.

It was a hoot, let me tell you. From the way I set it all up in my head, you would think I was infiltrating the FBI or something. But I showed them.