115: The world is round

I put forth this theory not long after I started postsecondary education. It's hard to explain, and also to convince people of, but I keep coming back to it.

The gist of it is that throughout our lives, we only meet a certain number of people, and thus repeatedly re-encounter new iterations of the same person. When you get to a certain point in your life, around college-age, you start meeting new people and they continually remind you of people you already know. To some extent, you treat the new acquaintance in the context of the previous, projecting that person onto the new one. It's weird.

I don't know. Like I said, it's not easy to convince, I'm not even sure I buy into it myself. But I have seen a few examples in the people I've met since coming to U of T (and to a lesser extent, even back at Sheridan.) One girl looks damn near identical to someone I knew back in high school. Forget her personality, I just can't help seeing her and thinking the other girl. Go figure.

Unrelated aside: no matter how good of a dancer you are, the cabbage patch will always make you look like a fool. You do it too slow, or too fast, or you don't get enough extension or your rhythm is just off. Nobody does that one well. It's a lousy dance move anyway.

Yesterday passed relatively uneventfully as far as Wednesdays go. In Narrative, as we're talking Freud, Cobb opened the lecture with a disconcerting clip from a Shirley Temple flick where she sings about wanting to marry her dad. Hurm. Maybe it's just my generation, but I find Shirley Temple movies to be inherently disturbing to begin with. That America was once obsessed with this little girl is a little odd to me.

Between classes, I had t otrek down Harbord street past Spadina to a little hop called the Women's Bookstore. Just reading the sign on the door made me feel out of place. It was a nice little place, not unexpectedly I suppose. Quaint. All the books for Narrative are sold there, and I had to get a copy of Freud's Dora.

After crafting my lunch, I settled in to watch Run Lola Run, which was preceded by a short film I found impossible to stay awake during. Lola, however, was a very interesting movie.

I waited in the lobby of Old Vic doing my reading when I was joined up by a few Poetry classmates. Given it's a seminar, I guess we're all getting pretty chummy to various degrees. It probably doesn't hurt that every few weeks we distribute compositions, often of personal natures. We hung around and did a crossword before going up. Afterward, I walked to the subway with another classmate, although we ended up going different directions.

I staggered home late around 7:30. It always kills me to have to wait so long for the bus. I feel like a shmuck. I rested the rest of the night, although wasn't overly bummed because the day had gone pretty well.

Today being thursday, it was busy without being overly busy, if that makes any sense (it doesn't.) I slept good and late, took care of business on the computer, and attempted to make my lunch before school. In the time since buying the buns, they'd gone moldy, however, so I groaned and went on my way.

At Union, I stopped by a pizza place, Pizza 2 Go. They sell a slice and pop for $2.50, which is a good deal, and it's very good pizza. Unfortunately, you can't get a slice without a pop, as the guy informed me, so even though I already had a Coke with me from home, I got another one. Still though, $2.50 and it's very good pizza.

I had to stop off by Wymilwood to get a new Metropass. They were also giving out popcorn, which was, uh, cool, if somewhat inexplicable. It caused me to be late for my train, so I didn't have time to get comics after, so I just came home.

The grocery store was, strangely, populated by attractive women tonight. Maybe I'm just crazy with longing. You know how it is after it's been a while. In my case, you could stack several whiles on top of each other, but you didn't come here to read me rephrasing that same old thought (or did you? Who the hell knows?)

I keep getting collectable quarters. The mint just released 15 (!!) for the 2010 Olympics. I don't go actively seeking these things, but when I get them in change, I can't spend them unles I've already got one. So I'm a coellctor, but not a very enthusiastic one. All I could tell you is that there's more than $10 in coinage in my room I'll never spend. I just got two more today, an Olympics one, and a Georgia State quarter.

I really gotta get to bed. If I don't get a good night's sleep, I won't be able to read on the train tomorrow morning.

Eric bought some beer, and very oddly, it came with a coffee warmer that you plug into your USB. What a weird few words to string together.

Be honest today, it'll pay you back tomorrow.

Keep on rockin'
-Scotto