Big Pants!

I guess I normally wear slightly baggy clothes, but yesterday I happened to look down at my pants and was taken aback at their bagginess. "Damn those are some huge pants!" I thought. They've always been that big, so now I'm just wondering why nobody told me I look like MC Hammer.

Parachute pants aside, yesterday was pretty much the best day of my life. I finished all my homework and handed it in by 12:45, and even managed to get off campus without recieving any more assignments (more stuff was assigned, but I made a point of avoiding the websites where I could find it). I went straight to Tim's house, where we gorged ourselves on fried chicken and Guinness while watching tv and playing Mario Kart.

Also, my old roomies from 3146 W15 are back in town, so this weekend we're getting together for a good old fashioned Sneak-into-a-beer-garden-and-steal-a-lot-of-beer. Or maybe something classier. Or maybe not.

the many uses of dead rats

Most people don't like rats. I don't mind them at all. In fact, they are my second-favourite animal (rabbits are first).

I took Biology 11 just for the rat dissection. On the day of the dissection, I came to class 5 minutes early and picked out the biggest rat in the bucket. I took longer than anyone else because I just didn't want it to end.
When I finished, I took my rat to the back of the room for disposal. There, in a tray on the counter, looking very surreal, was a big pile of dead rats. A pile of dead rats. I knew what I had to do.

I used pins to patch my rat back together, and stabbed two probes into his sides. I pulled his mouth wide open, stabbed a third probe into his back, and stood him up on top of the pile with his front legs sticking up. A very triumphant-looking rat.

Unfortunately, my (humourless) teacher was horrified when she saw this. Of course, she already hated me because three days earlier I had thrown a rat pelt at her, which my brother, James had saved from his rat dissection.

second dimension to be added soon

Today some people from my res introduced me to a visitor. The conversation went something like this:

personA: This is Thea. She's in math.
personB: She stays up late every night, working on math.
personA: She's the president of the math club.
personC: there's this whiteboard in her room, and it's covered in crazy math stuff!

and that's when it hit me: I have become a one-dimensional character. At least for these people I have. Now I need a catch-phrase.

I'd rather be known for something more interesting and unique. Like getting beaten by Joyce at arm-wrestling. If you don't know who Joyce is, all you need to know is that she wears children's clothing. She is not a child -she's my age- but children's clothing fits her perfectly.

Plus I have a sweet bike.

same old, same old

I'm pulling another all-nighter (not the first of the year, sadly). If I can finish all my math 312 homework tonight, and math 308 by saturday night, then I can sleep for a few hours on sunday and still have time for my usual 6 hours of tv on sunday night.

In other news, I am completely out of food, and will be forced to eat little packets of peanut butter sometime tonight.

This is Richard's fault

Richard told me to start a blog.
I know what you're thinking: "Thea does not have an interesting enough life to justify an entire blog." And that's what I thought too, but then I realized that I can just make stuff up and you guys will never know the difference.