I've done more research related work since announcing that I'm going to go part time and take a job than I've done in the past two semesters.
I had an awesome time at Dracula's ball last weekend. I do feel like a voyeur into someone else's cool subculture though, since I've never really associated with a particular "scene." I tore up the book of Mormon I had stuck in my pocket at the hotel and ate a couple of pages. Only the tequila really knows why I would do such a thing.
I really dug the last band that played, Hate in the Box.
Plus, the evening ended with a bizarre conversation with road workers in a WaWa. I seem to attract strange conversations lately. For example, two weeks ago, I had a conversation with some random guy outside of a 7-11 in Arbutus. I told him my birthdate - he told me the day of the week that I was born. Then he said my mom probably was born the same day of the week, asked her birthdate, and sure enough was right. Same thing for the rest of my family. Then he'd pull out odd facts like Hitler being born on a Saturday. I don't really know what he was on about, but it was good for a few minutes of amusement.
The strangest part of me having weird conversations at convenience stores is that I'm not outgoing, nor am I the sort to make small talk with people I don't know. Nonetheless, it's been pretty good for providing amusement lately.
I had an awesome time at Dracula's ball last weekend. I do feel like a voyeur into someone else's cool subculture though, since I've never really associated with a particular "scene." I tore up the book of Mormon I had stuck in my pocket at the hotel and ate a couple of pages. Only the tequila really knows why I would do such a thing.
I really dug the last band that played, Hate in the Box.
Plus, the evening ended with a bizarre conversation with road workers in a WaWa. I seem to attract strange conversations lately. For example, two weeks ago, I had a conversation with some random guy outside of a 7-11 in Arbutus. I told him my birthdate - he told me the day of the week that I was born. Then he said my mom probably was born the same day of the week, asked her birthdate, and sure enough was right. Same thing for the rest of my family. Then he'd pull out odd facts like Hitler being born on a Saturday. I don't really know what he was on about, but it was good for a few minutes of amusement.
The strangest part of me having weird conversations at convenience stores is that I'm not outgoing, nor am I the sort to make small talk with people I don't know. Nonetheless, it's been pretty good for providing amusement lately.