A Horridly Average Day

Day 97

So, I just got back from the pub where we were allegedly having a Christmas party for the Creative Writing program. This would be fine except that it was boring, awkward and there were no presents. The closest thing I had to a present was a free vodka cocktail from a friend of mine and more brie than I have ever eaten in my life. Before that, I had to help kick out a drunk undergrad and after that I had a conversation with the famous author in my program during which he detailed the six times he was arrested including one time where he put a Honda Civic on the roof of his high school. Other than that the evening was a total bore.
Who would've thought that a room full of supposedly creative people would be so boring?

Just a quick re-cap of the day (as you may have guessed that I had many vodka cocktails and glasses of beer and am feeling a little woozy so let's make this quick):

-This morning I wrote about a friend of mine. I detailed her life and when I stepped back I realized that it was all written in the past tense...eerie.

-I went one entire day without watching any of "Paris Hilton is My New BFF." I cannot say I am happy about this, in fact it may have been far more entertaining than the Creative Writing party, but there would've been far less free cheese.

-My favorite instructor who is prone to going on rants went on a rant today involving his knowledge of "Jumbo". Apparently, Jumbo was an elephant in the Barnum and Bailey circus who was hit by the train that was supposed to transport him and died. He was then taxidermied (he was held together with "two by fours" according to my instructor) and drug around to every show. My instructor was proud to be able to share his wealth of Jumbo knowledge but, at the same time, he couldn't hide his astonishment of us not knowing anything of his precious Jumbo.

Seriously, that is pretty much all that happened today besides a whole lot of facebooking that won't mean anything ever. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a much better day.

-Canadian Castaway