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Last night I had dinner with Kyla, Jakob, Hester and Brody. I can't remember much about it except that Kyla had a carving for jello and there wasn't any left. As we were finishing, some of Jakob's friends came up to him and told him they had an extra two free passes to see the sneak preview of Borat, a comedy about a Kazakhstani comedian in America.
I'm offered a ticket and decide to go. After running through the rain to catch a bus then a skytrain, we arrive at the Silvercity movie theatre in the Metrotown mall to find out that they had sold more tickets than there were seats and the theatre was full. We received passes to see the film once it comes out.
Jakob and I then went on an unnecessarily long quest to find a washroom for him, which we finally did at a Starbucks where he purchsed a Jones Soda in exchange for the key. There was no key, the door was unlocked. Since we were in a Chapters' Starbucks, we faffed around looking for Sedris books for a while. This too was unsuccessful due to the store closing just as we reached the humour section.
So we decided to go home. To fit with the theme of the night (failure), we got on the wrong skytrain and ended up in downtown Vancouver. Jakob has yet to learn the public transportation system here and I was tired and not paying attention to my surroundings. I realized the mistake when we got to Main Street station.
Since we were downtown and Jakob had had his eighteenth birthday a week ago, he decided that we should go buy porn. We did. It was Hustler. I rarely see that many vaginas in one place. I misdirected us once more and we eventually walked back to the skytrain station using Granville (we had come on Thurlow), a street full of sex shops. By the time we reached the station, Jakob had acquired three adult magazines from the seventies and early eighties and was very proud of himself. I, on the other hand, was content with the Scooby-Doo fruit snacks that I got from the Shopper's Drug Mart (Jakob has since eaten almost all of these..bastard). We ran into a girl named Julia who also lives in residence at SFU and a bloke who's name I don't recall and described to them our crazily uneventful night. I also somehow managed to bring up the fact that I had learned three chords on the guitar, which failed to impress my company, all of whom were fairly talented musicians.
I slept at Jakob's last night. As usual I got up, studied for a while, had breakfast, went to class, came home and took a shower before my companion had woken up. Class today was my English 105 midterm- not difficult.
I had lunch with Graham, Jakob and Brody. Graham was dressed in business attire and explained to us that he was going to a business meeting to speak to business men. This made sense so I didn't ask any further questions. I gave Brody his birthday present once we sat down. Although the comination of one real gift and one wildly inappropriate one went wekk, I had left the receipt in the bag and was mocked for it. Graham's statement was more or less "Lindsey, you're adorable, but how did you ever make it into university?" I'm a spaz. It's not new.
I tried to study some more afterwards but got distracted when the hot water tap in my common room wasn't working and I couldn't make tea without my kettel. Then I remembered I hadn't spoken to my mother in a while so I decided to send her an e-mail.
In a few minutes Brody will come home from McDick's orientation and we will go out to dinner for his birthday. I haven't done the syllabus readings for African History tomorrow so I'll have to do them when we get back or early tomorrow morning. I'm lacking in focus on schoolwork. I'm not overly concerned.