HYA! If it's in my way, I punch it.

Aw hello hello helloooo..... today was a good day. I am rather giddy feeling, as this how I get after I have completed an exam. And a damn good exam it was. I'm pretty sure I kicked that Canadian History exam into the stratosphere and perhaps beyond. I hope.

Did you know that back in the 1870s their was a dude who was once named William Smith, who apparently loved the universe a LOT. I can tell this because he changed his name to Amor De Cosmos. And THEN, the lovely people of British Columbia voted him as their premier. But we can probably chalk that up to the fact that they were all undoubtedly high....


It was also I good day because, on a high from beating my exam senseless, I went to study with The Girl and for once, my brain and mouth worked in seamless harmony to produce actual, witty conversation....as opposed to how they usually trip over each other and end up making me say nonsensical gibberish like "well I....gah. what? no....fu-" Yes, sadly, there is some sort of short circuited connection from the point where I think of what to say, and the point where I say it. BUT not today.

No, today I was hilarious, not gonna lie. And, I'm not even angry at myself for failing to ask her out, yet again, because....well, face it, that's not likely ever to happen. So I content myself with playing it cool. Like a cucumber or whatever. Like a seeeeaaaaa cucumber. Tehehe.

And the day even ended with a double decker bus, which is a plus plus (hahah...get it? two pluses? two levels? aha). I may not have mentioned this before, but our transit system has decided to buy double decker buses, a big sensation. Literally. I think it's a conniving ploy to try and get people to stop complaining that we are a big city with no subway to speak of. And to make the city hate bus drivers less.

So everyday, there is now the possibility that I will get to ride a two level bus to and from school. I've only riden it four times now, so the novelty has not yet worn off. I still run strait to the top like a five year old when I get on....but then, so does everyone else. Seriously, a group of guys who may or may not have been gangsters got on and all came to the top with somewhat mystified looks on their faces. I also wave shamelessly to all the regular folk on the ground below who like to look up and gawk at the immense buses and envy the people who get take them.

I think though, that my favourite part of riding those buses is watching every tall person who comes up the stairs, without fail, hit their head on the 5'7" ceiling. Ok, so you really don't have to be all that tall, but you have to be significantly taller than I.


That is all.