which is progressing along quite nicely. i think i asked my prof to look over my essay like two weeks ago, and i still haven't emailed him anything. i still haven't written anything worth mentioning. but here i am blogging about it.
when i should be writing.
but i must tell you about my weekend.
friday night saw me lock myself out of my car and almost flip my pseudo-golf cart over from frustration. it was rather embarrassing because my parents were asleep and i had to call them wake them up have them yell at me drop by with a key. dom and i went back to the restaurant where we had dined to make sure i hadn't left my keys there, and the owners, ravi and subodh, invited us in for a drink and held us hostage for the next... 4 hours.
being the alcoholics we are, we couldn't pass up bottle after bottle of free booze. we were then invited to a morrocan restaurant in hull to have some more free booze, free food, free hookah, free belly dancing. so we went. and it was fabulous. it was like a multicultural slap in the ass. but in a good way. we missed the belly dancer but the other women who were there were just as fucking good. despite being middle-eastern, i am a retard when it comes to middle-eastern dancing. so i got some tips, like, apparently i don't use my shoulders enough. i got home around three in the morning.
saturday night i went out with friends and rocked out at zaphod's alongside incredibly hilarious hipster/emo/just plain drunk kids. in this environment, that is, with music ranging from the raconteurs to 80s hiphop to disco to music i'd never even heard of, i am a much better dancer. because let's face it, i fit the hipster kid lifestyle much more than i fit the mid-eastern girl lifestyle. and i'm cool with that.
sunday i took photos for my image and communication class. while i was setting up a shot of the giant tiger this black guy started talking to me. "do you live around here?"
"uh sure.."
"do you know where (random street name) is?"
"uh... no i don't."
"no?" he kept staring at me. "you look familiar."
so does your pick up line, i thought. "yeah?" it was at this point where i was trying to cross the street to take a photo of the KFC.
"yeah where you used to work?"
"i'm a student."
"oh yah? where?"
"the university of ottawa," i yelled as i made my way across the street.
