It's been ages, hasn't it?

Do I only post when things are going poorly. That's certainly the case today. I'm a grumpy gus. 

It's funny. Doing well on tests and assignments so far (knock wood), but I'm pissed about the hands on work. I thought that would be where I'd excel. My colour mixing is atrocious. Brushstrokes are miserable. Hand eye co-ordination a mess. Ok fine, I'm okay, but I thought I'd be fantastic. This is where I thought I'd shine. 

And I can't cheat. I'm used to cheating, obscuring, abstracting. I'm used to short cuts and sneakery when it comes to art. That's how I've always done it. On my own, my way. 

And now a country ditty with conservation themes:

Babe I know prevention

Is worth a pound of cure

But I need a treatment bad

Cause I feel so impure

The way that we've been livin'

Aint the right conditions for me

Your lovin ain't reliable

I'm friable you see

Acetone away the pain

Consolidate my heart

Put it back to how it was

Before it fell apart

(mournful steel string guitar solo)

I feel like I should be embarrassed about how silly this is, but I think INSTEAD I am going to post it on facebook. I really need to start doing this for money. I don't know who will pay me, but gosh darn it, I need to be paid

FLEM MEN!

This is kind of hard to see. Fantastic new concept: FLEM MEN. Superheroes in the service of the re-animated head of Sir Sanford Fleming, inventor of time zones, the first postage stamp and non-inventor of the in-line skate.

Heros include...

TIME ZONE: Can alter the time zone around the enemy, so um, they're in a different time zone and it confuses them? Or so he can run away from the enemy? He also uses this power so he's never late for any FLEM MEN meetings. He just changes the time zone when he arrives. He says quippy lines like: "Hey- don't zone out on me!" or "Looks like I got here just in TIME!" or "TIME to kick some ass!"

IN LINE: Rides around in an old fashioned wood, leather and metal in line skate. Kind of an outcast because despite rumours that Sir Sanford Fleming invented the in-line skate, it was actually invented by someone else (a Belgian). Fleming just did some sketches that "improved" on the design. His power is that... he's really fast? His catch-phrase: "You wanna piece of me? Get IN LINE!"

THREE PENNY BEAVER: Named after the postage stamp designed by SSFleming. She's an affordable sex worker by night, a crime fighter later in the night. Her outfit is made out of postage stamps. She shoots stamps from her hands, which sticks the enemy to the spot. Says: "no penny pinching!" or "Penny for your thoughts?" or "If you want my two cents... or should I say THREE?"

Bauhaus

Well what started as a cruddy day turned cruddier. Today was my 8am class. An 8am class in chemistry that lasts four hours. Dear God.

Things were bright at first, when we played a game where we made words out of the symbols from the Periodic Table. I had way too much fun with this, much to the confusion of my partner. Anyhow, this excercise just managed to reinforce how weird being back in school makes me feel. It seems I have just recently come to terms with my weirdness. I'm weird... but charming! I'm strange, but so are others. I had a lucky streak of finding kids with similar leanings. But not here. I have officially come to the decision that everyone in my class sucks. They are now guilty until proven innocent. They have gawked at my mummy jokes, refused to squee at the fun of our pottery project, and now they can't even manage to be impressed when I spell BAUHAUS (that's Barium/Uranium/Gold/Sulfur). Idiots. Twits. Jerkfaces!

Chemistry class then continued on to several mathy type things which I JUST DIDN'T GET. The teacher made things worse by glossing over this, saying something flip like "I'm sure this is all easy review for you." I am going to the student tutoring tomorrow for help.

Hopefully the student tutoring won't be as wretched as student health services. I went because I wanted to renew my birth control pill. I managed to make a quick appointment for tomorrow. Before I left, I took a peek at the giant phamphet of display. And found a fucking treasure trove of women-shaming, god-fearing, pseudo-caring, condescending, heavy handed anti-abortion literature (the worst: "Almost a Daddy"). I riffled through, to see if there was anything a little more... pro-choice. Perhaps all this awful anti-choice stuff was here to be fair. To show both sides and all. Nope. Nada. Zilch.

I asked the woman at the desk if they accept any pamphlets, or if there's some review or something. She said I would have to ask the nurse (who was on lunch). She asked if I had any pamphets to drop off. Now I am seriously considering creating pro-choice pamplets to stuff in alongside the Focus on the Family one.

UPDATE:
And then I somehow convinced myself that my afternoon class started at 2pm rather than 1pm. So I arrive a full HOUR late. Frak.

Breakdown

Moving my Mac to Peterborough has resulted in disaster. Apparently it doesn't like it here, and has become gravely ill. Thus all my computing must be done in the less-than-ideal computer lab. Boo. Hopefully Brutus (my Mac) shall be fixed this weekend. Only then, dearest readers, will I tell you about these fantastic happenings:
Getting lost in the woods!
Starting a student club. In my head!
My first Conservation assignment!
The Reptile Zoo and Reptile News!

Until then....

Expensive sh#t

Why didn't I think to look on Amazon.ca for my books? Why am I doing this now? Why oh why must learning institutions continually rip us off? Why am I so dumb?

Today is bus day. Today I take the bus. Wish me luck dearies.

I don't want to go to Sneaky Pete's

Sneaky Pete's was the mysteriously creepy Peterborugh restaurant my family stopped at for my birthday many, many years ago. We were on our way to the cottage we rented at Stony Lake, that rocky bottom'd jewel of the Kawarthas up in Lakefield. Anyhow, in Lakefield there were already several eateries that were Restauranta Non-Grata. My sister and I had even composed a cheerful ditty that we'd sing if any one of these dreadful places was suggested:

"I don't want to go to Dixie Lee's/ I don't want to go to Mama's Touch"

Hence my parent's choice of the yet to be explored and banned Sneaky Pete's. There were several strange occurances in old SP's. Some strange woman came up and insisted she knew my dad (I believe she called him by a different name). I know other oddities occured, but I'll have to check with my sister what exactly it was that made this place so weird, seeing as my memory lapses outnumber my memories. Beyond the confused identities, just recall an unsettling aura, like something out of a David Lynch movie. Should've known with a place called Sneaky Pete's.

Today is my second full day in Peterborough, and I'm wondering if Sneaky Pete's still exists. Life has been uneventful so far. Sunday was moving day, which went by without much hullaballoo. Monday I woke up terrified in a strange bed, but managed to settle myself. My new landlady came to my door in the morning and offered to give me a tour of Peterborough. I accepted, despite my well known distaste for making conversation with unknown people. I figured I should turn over a new leaf and all. After the tour, which also consisted of Landlady running errands, whilst I stood around awkwardly, we returned home. She offered milk and bread and help with grocceries, and asked if there was anything I needed. I wanted to say "vodka," but I just smiled and said "no thank you." And just this morning, as I managed to escape out of what I thought was an empty house, I was cut off by Landlord pulling into the driveway. He waved, I waved, and I thought that was that. But then again, another offer of help, questioning if there was anything I needed. The new landpeople sure are nice, but they're awfully parental.

Anyhow, my main achievements yesterday were procuring my student card, school books and wine. I am now the proud owner of an entire book about mould. I am now the proud owner of "Rust Never Sleeps" a terrifyingly titled book about metal corrosion.

I supposed that will be all for today. Tune in next time, as I begin my exploration of Peterborough's seedy underbelly.