oh exams; bane of my existence. i am so earnestly grateful i don’t have one tomorrow and my weekend can start now.
i’m pretty sure i failed math, but i ended up doing it more for me than anything else. i didn’t want the grade. i just wanted to see if i was capable of coming up with an answer.
unfortunately, the exam ended at around 4, so i was half an hour late meeting yodit; sufficient time for her to oggle at the passing boys at my school, i think. we bumped into my parents, who had been at the school to talk to mr. cowie, and they explained to me how the administration had decided to be extremely gracious and give me one last chance before they put anything on my permanent record.
met up with elaha after my parents left and we headed to cafe crepe for a bit of chow and to creep out the waiters, as per usual.
(on a side note, does anybody else feel incredibly cheap when ordering ‘just water’ as a drink of choice?)
headed to grange park to lay on the grass and soak up some well appreciated leisure time after that. well, elaha and i were on the grass; yodit refused to get her jumpsuit dirty and spent our period of rest sitting on a distant bench kicking pigeons and losing her shoe; cruelty and karma, from our standpoint, as we giggled and decided to move because our spot smelled like pee (the joys of public parks).
we went back to my house to pretty much laze on the couch, in a big pile of flesh, bones and limbs, sloth-like and exhausted from the stress of exams. we flipped through old photos on my camera while i made commentary in an annoying, painfully inaccurate accent, much to the amusement of the other two.
we need more lazy afternoons. thank God for the fast approach of summer.
after parting ways, i met up with john (only after retrieving my lost wallet from starbucks, of course) who took me to an exhibition opening at an art gallery i had never heard about. it had been newly renovated in a way that gave it an essence of careless rock and roll; brick wall, exposed piping, lightbulbs half covered in black paint.
the photographs that lined the walls caught my interest; something about old school punk icons and whatnot – blondie, for some reason, sticks out in my head. i met some pretty cool people (including evan biddell – i played it cool), had a few beers and got slightly – yet imperceptibly – tipsy before the end of the night.
once again, i had to run with the general assumption that i was older than i am to save myself from complete and total embarrassment (it’s a curious thing to be embarrassed by your own age and the implications of naivety that come with it).
i’m starting to lose track of my alleged career; journalistic photographer? freelance writer? what was it i was majoring in again?
john and i left after a good couple of hours and got a bite to eat before heading home. picking where to eat turned out to be a painful task; the two of us are more indecisive than anything else. eventually, mostly because we were too lazy to walk any further, we decided to stop at one of the food carts that line the streets of city hall and see what we could get. we ended up being pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food. it was decided that it had exceeded all expectations and we were suddenly glad that we hadn’t chosen to dine at some more well-established restaurant.
perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or maybe pure hunger, but at that precise moment, i wouldn’t have traded my poutine and hot dog for anything in the world.
my next exam is on monday and i don’t want to study. maybe i can make myself believe i actually want to learn french. i can pretend that i don’t take french class at all and maybe somehow that’ll make it tolerable?
jeveuxapprendrefrancais.jeveuxetudierbeaucoup.
non.
je veux seulement dormir.