Of Cute Guys and Commenting.
To Haloscan or Not To Haloscan, that is indeed the question. What is Haloscan, you ask? Well, if you visit Hem's Blog (the link for Ennui on the right) and comment on any of her posts, you'll notice that the comments show up in a nifty pop-up window that allows the use of smileys. So why don't you get a Haloscan account, you ask? Well, if I do shift to a Haloscan account, I lose all my existing comments, and while there aren't that many of them (hint, hint!), I'd still be sorry to lose 'em.
So the MCAT was this Saturday; after it was done, I stumbled towards Queen's Park station, mulling over the absurdity of some of the questions they seemed to think could gauge a person's aptitude to practice Medicine. With MCAT-induced toxicity swirling through my veins, I got on the subway and was confronted with that most annoying of modern-day specimens - the insouciant teenager. This particular female had decided that in light of the rush hour madness (it was just past five at the time) the best course of action would be for her to put her feet up and occupy THREE seats. Too tired to let myself get annoyed, I walked away to the other side of the compartment, and before I knew it, I was at St George.
At St George, I had to change trains, but with my wunderbar luck, I missed the train, and so had to wait another ten minutes on the platform, where I was faced with a wide cross-section of the diversity that makes the TTC suuuch a pleasure to ride. There was Herr NosePicker, who was engrossed in conducting an excavation into the depths of his nasal cavity; Monsieur CrazyMan, who put his hands over his ears everytime a train passed by on the other line (it's loud, but nowhere near that loud!); and finally Mrs WailingBaby, who obviously thought the addition of her darling infant's caterwauling to the cacophony that is a TTC platform at around half past five made the whole thing bearable. Why didn't I move? Cause that's where I usually wait for easy access to escalators at my destination. Am I normally this cranky? No, this was stress-induced (I hope!).
I was so close, Mesdames et Messieurs, to becoming That-Crazy-Lady-On-The-Subway-Who-Screams-At-Random-People, but THEN - salvation arrived, and he wore a suit. An expensively tailored suit of the sort you usually see only in advertisements for Italian Suit Commercials, and a haircut that cost more that some people make in a week, and a face that started En Vogue's "Whatta Man" playing in my head. You know, the song that goes, "whatta man, whatta man, what a mighty good man... yes he is!" As music doth soothe the savage beast, the sight of the Cute Guy did soothe the Cranky Sharon. And so Sharon did alight on the Subway that would take her towards her home, without verbally abusing her fellow TTC'ers, as much as they did deserve it. And she saw the Cute Guy nevermore.
Tragic, innit? :grin:
Think that's about it for today; I shall leave y'all with a Videogame quiz this time. Whoa - Anime, Harry Potter, and Video Games? Do I run the gamut of geekiness or what? :D
So the MCAT was this Saturday; after it was done, I stumbled towards Queen's Park station, mulling over the absurdity of some of the questions they seemed to think could gauge a person's aptitude to practice Medicine. With MCAT-induced toxicity swirling through my veins, I got on the subway and was confronted with that most annoying of modern-day specimens - the insouciant teenager. This particular female had decided that in light of the rush hour madness (it was just past five at the time) the best course of action would be for her to put her feet up and occupy THREE seats. Too tired to let myself get annoyed, I walked away to the other side of the compartment, and before I knew it, I was at St George.
At St George, I had to change trains, but with my wunderbar luck, I missed the train, and so had to wait another ten minutes on the platform, where I was faced with a wide cross-section of the diversity that makes the TTC suuuch a pleasure to ride. There was Herr NosePicker, who was engrossed in conducting an excavation into the depths of his nasal cavity; Monsieur CrazyMan, who put his hands over his ears everytime a train passed by on the other line (it's loud, but nowhere near that loud!); and finally Mrs WailingBaby, who obviously thought the addition of her darling infant's caterwauling to the cacophony that is a TTC platform at around half past five made the whole thing bearable. Why didn't I move? Cause that's where I usually wait for easy access to escalators at my destination. Am I normally this cranky? No, this was stress-induced (I hope!).
I was so close, Mesdames et Messieurs, to becoming That-Crazy-Lady-On-The-Subway-Who-Screams-At-Random-People, but THEN - salvation arrived, and he wore a suit. An expensively tailored suit of the sort you usually see only in advertisements for Italian Suit Commercials, and a haircut that cost more that some people make in a week, and a face that started En Vogue's "Whatta Man" playing in my head. You know, the song that goes, "whatta man, whatta man, what a mighty good man... yes he is!" As music doth soothe the savage beast, the sight of the Cute Guy did soothe the Cranky Sharon. And so Sharon did alight on the Subway that would take her towards her home, without verbally abusing her fellow TTC'ers, as much as they did deserve it. And she saw the Cute Guy nevermore.
Tragic, innit? :grin:
Think that's about it for today; I shall leave y'all with a Videogame quiz this time. Whoa - Anime, Harry Potter, and Video Games? Do I run the gamut of geekiness or what? :D
2 comments:
Have you decided whether to use Haloscan or not? Derek ('allo there) is right... you could use both, or does it look that silly?
Subway dude sounds dreamy.... You should have stalked him. :P Lack of sleep talking, me go.
extra long update, just for you two. :P
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