Angel is cancelled. Fest is cancelled. But exams remain conspicuously un-cancelled. So that's why I'm sitting here typing this bloody entry. Aren't Supervillains supposed to have super-immunity to viral infections and other contagious diseases? Not even super-rehabilitative abilities? *ahem. Looks pointedly at Cat*
Anyway, the Mini-Fest (Without the Sickly Cat) at Ryerson was interesting. Highlights:
>KW-2 leaving.
>watching KW-2 drop her lettuce after finding out James Marsters is like 40.
>going to that tiny bookstore that lives in the shadow of the World's Biggest Bookstore and getting two decent books for just over $10.
>visiting the Ryerson gym that looks nothing like an athletic facility on the outside. It looks like a museum. Or the only part of an otherwise burnt-down mansion from 100 years ago. But not something that would contain dumbells or treadmills.
>the complete lack of specimens make me feel so much better about my own sorry campus.
>BtVS could've been shot here and we won't know because the hallways look exactly like the old Sunnydale High. They're complete with wine-red lockers, half-brick, half-paint layout of the walls, and wide enough to do a couple of cartwheels.(More room with which to kick demon ass, my dear).
>walking past a classroom filled with old people. That was hilarious. It was like stepping through a time-warp where all the youth of today suddenly aged 60 years.
>the classrooms that are sunken deep into odd corners and crevices while outside there are two or three lockers that suddenly stick out at a 90 degree angle from the normal orientation of lockers. And don't forget those classrooms that have a door opening into an impossibly oval-shaped space. The only conclusion that can be drawn from these rooms: architects must've been on acid.
>the RCC building is really nice. Plenty of psudo-fresh air and sunshine. It's good for claustrophobic people.
>the Registrar's Office needs a huge sign to let people know that it's an office since it looks nothing like one. They seem more like those booths at skating rinks where they offer to sharpen your skates.
That's all I can think of right now. I think that's enough for an entry that wasn't supposed to be written because we're supposed to be Festing. *looks pointedly at Cat*